Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Fiendfire!" Harry spoke again.

A cold blue flame spurted out from the tip of the staff, covering the sand weapon and sweeping towards the man like a willow leaf blown to and fro by the wind.

Elliot jumped lightly, dodging the spear tip that stabbed diagonally from his feet. "Mage armor."

The demonic fire that would not stop until it was completely burned out was blocked outside the transparent vestments. Not far away, the vigorous fireworks successfully blocked William Elliot's sight: there were cold air waves all around and raging flames.

He could no longer see Harry Potter.

"Who taught you these abilities?"

"I'm beginning to be curious about the side quests in this world... I still have time left..."

William turned the long sword in his hand and used the flames on the blade to split the fierce fire. After a moment, he heard a series of neat footsteps from behind the dark blue flame barrier...

Hey, hey, hey.

The sound of heels tapping on the sand carpet was getting closer and closer.

They passed straight through the wall of flames.

They were a group of soldiers formed from the yellow sand: a group of dark brown shadows. These "puppets" made of sand, as if they had intelligence, held shields, long-handled axes or scimitars, tentatively opened up their formations, and quickly surrounded him.

Only then did William Elliot see the girl behind the flames in the gaps between the jumping flames.

Her face was as pale as a drowned person. She held her hands flat, and the brown wand with a golden ring floated quietly on her palms. It was emitting a dim yellow halo around it, spreading out in circles like ripples.

'Bastet is never defeated in battle.'

As more and more 'soldiers' appeared, the girl's body shook more and more violently.

Even extraordinary talents are ultimately limited by magical powers.

Large-scale divine magic, unforgivable black magic.

Harry didn't think she could hold out much longer.

"kill him…"

She whispered to the soldiers who were ready to go.

Kill him...

Clang——!

All the sand dolls stepped forward together, pointing the sharpest points of their weapons at the man who was standing in the encirclement with his shoulder tilted and his sword in hand.

"Ignorance." William Elliot smiled and turned his wrist, lightly using the belly of his knife to block the spear that was stabbing at his throat. He twisted his toes and sent the slender metal into the chest of the puppet that approached first.

They were made of sand, and like the sand they were blown into a yellow mist.

William Elliot raised his other hand and tapped the red ball in his eye socket on both sides of his nose.

"I saw…"

"The magic power in your body is about to run out..."

Chapter 179 Gift of Time

"Magic power is exhausted..."

"Life withers..."

What a fragile, inferior creature.

Elliot sighed, and as the blade rose and fell, handfuls of yellow sand exploded in front of him. The leisurely Grim Reaper left a long line of footprints on the sand carpet, extending all the way to the tiptoes of Harry's feet.

She seemed to be able to feel the temperature of the flame on the other party's blade.

crunch.

The man finally stopped in front of Harley, and silence returned behind him.

"You probably haven't even heard of what the Sharingan is... How can I sympathize with a frog in a well like you...?"

He stuck the knife vertically into the sand and calmly straightened his slightly messy clothes - the battle didn't take too much energy, but there was too much sand and his whole body was covered in it.

"Tell me, NPC, from whom did you learn... magic?"

Apparently the person who traveled through the worlds wasn't as knowledgeable as he claimed. He didn't realize that what Harry was performing wasn't magic.

"tell me."

"I can let you live a few more days..."

Elliot pressed the hilt of the knife, leaned down, and moved his nose closer and closer to Harry's face - the short black magatama spun wildly in the red flames, and it would bring dizziness to anyone who stared at it.

"Ok?"

"Don't even think about escaping. This place has been blocked by props. Do you think someone will come to rescue you like last time? Harry Potter. Tell me where and who you learned magic from..."

"You don't want me to chop off your limbs and throw you into the lowest slums, do you?"

William Eliot has his own way of dealing with "plot characters". Of course, the means of forcing a man or a woman to submit are completely different. What is similar is the cruelty, and the wailing and begging for mercy after the completion of the other party.

Without exception.

Compared to some "saints" in the space who like to make friends with plot characters, his approach is obviously much simpler and more powerful - helping out of inner gratitude, and obeying after succumbing to violence... what's the difference?

The difference is that he is much faster than those saints.

William Elliot turned his face to the side, put his nose close to the girl's ear, and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, Harry Potter. I only give you five seconds..."

Five seconds.

Harry raised his face, holding his wand.

In just a few minutes of fighting, she looked like an old person whose flesh and blood had been sucked dry by the years. Her originally fleshy face became thin and shrunken, and her sunken cheeks made her green eyes bulge outward.

The man was startled.

“Fuck…” He cursed and took a half step back. He suppressed his fear, tentatively reached out his hand and pinched the girl’s chin.

When the magic power is exhausted, will it devour flesh and blood?

Where the hell did she learn all these mysterious magic tricks?

"What on earth are you——"

Harley smiled. "I learned it from another NPC, sir. Are you itchy?"

Before he finished speaking, the man realized something was wrong.

——There is still countless grains of sand on his body.

Looking at those enchanting green eyes, a chill ran down Elliot's toes to his limbs!

Reverse grip and draw the knife.

The girl in front of him calmly let go of the wand, opened her arms, and gently wrapped them around his waist, just like hugging a friend she hadn't seen for many years.

Then, tighten it tightly.

The gift of time.

This is a type of divine magic that has never been used by Harry, and the magic works on the caster himself.

It will devour the remaining years of the caster, and then dedicate them all to the great Valkyrie - in the era when Imhotep was active, this divine art would only be granted to 'selected' believers.

That is, warriors who reach the end of their lives with glory or believers who have made outstanding contributions.

They will join hands and be used in public; their souls will leave their decaying bodies and travel to the realm of the Valkyries.

There, they will possess eternal wisdom and serve the gods they believe in forever.

Bastet.

Not everyone is qualified to perform this spell - generally speaking, it will only be taught to those who are ready to go to the side of God, the one who is chosen by the people with the most dazzling glory: using the spells bestowed by God is obviously a very glorious thing.

The chosen one will spend a lot of time feeling it, understanding it, and integrating the mark with his soul. At noon when the golden flame moon is brightest, in the eyes of the believers full of envy, he reaches out and holds the hands of the others who are ready to go together.

Yes, to put it in more understandable terms: Sacrifice will...

infection.

The man's red pupils suddenly dilated!

He felt it!!

The sand on the shoulders, trouser legs, and shoe uppers seemed to turn into water in an instant, seeping in from the leather, cloth, and metal. They were like living earthworms made of sand, clinging to the skin in the blink of an eye, burrowing into the flesh and blood, and disappearing.

The next moment, Elliot's face began to age.

Starting from the face. Neck, arms, chest, thighs, toes. He was losing a lot of hair, and the corners of his eyes were drooping; his face was gradually shrinking like the girl in front of him, and the strength between his fingers was getting weaker and weaker.

What frightened him the most was that he found that the power he had exchanged from the Lord God was also disappearing bit by bit as he aged...

"Do not…"

"Do not!!"

The man who lost control had no time to draw his sword. He madly punched the girl's head, thinking that the nightmare would end if she let go. He stepped back and shook his body, but the damn NPC held on to his clothes tightly, without loosening his arms.

"Let's go see Master Cat together..." Harley smiled strangely on her skinny face. Between her eyebrows, a golden rune was emitting a dazzling light.

Do not…

no! !

If she continued, he couldn't even feel the "Hub of the Ring" - why... why. His life was in danger, why didn't the divine weapon he possessed... activate? !

no…!!

Borrowing…

Loan! Lord! System! Assistant... or something!

Respond to me...quickly, please respond to me...

suddenly.

"Please select the loan type."

A sound like heavenly music rang in William Eliot's ears.

The emotionless mechanical sound that was usually complained by the taskers has now become a sacred hymn accompanied by the organ in the church.

"I want to borrow...borrow...to activate its power!"

In the back-and-forth conversation and thinking, Elliot could no longer stand steadily. He fell into the sand with Harley.

"'Sharingan' has been found - after activation, you need to pay 500 points per second..."

Before William Elliot could open his mouth, the mechanical voice in his head said again without leaving any gaps:

"It was detected that the tasker was in the divine spell: 'Sacrifice of Ages'——"

"Activation requires 1000 points per second..."

Yes! Yes-Yes!!

No matter how much...

I'll pay!

Hurry, please hurry up...

"The tasker has been confirmed."

"Infusing energy..."

"Activation confirmed: 'Mangekyo Sharingan'."

"The countdown begins."

Somehow, at the moment of death, the man heard a hint of gloating in the emotionless mechanical voice...

But I can't take care of it now.

He was 100% sure that the reason his divine weapon failed to activate was because of this little bitch on his body.

and so…