high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 464 Mages

Under high temperature and high pressure, the entire factory has completely turned into scorched earth.

On the ground that was bombarded by the explosion, countless chimney-like pillars of fire and smoke were slowly rising into the air. After a while, it turned into a small mushroom cloud and appeared in midair.

"Teleportation, or flash?"

Quintus slowly fell from the sky, and the classical white robe on his body exuded a quiet and peaceful force, which was self-illuminating without light.

Under the iron mask, the dark blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light as sharp as a sword rippled in the depths of the pupils, like a snake looking down at its prey indifferently.

"Did you escape my fireball?"

He walked to a scorched black broken wall with only half of it left, his index finger stretched out from the wide robe, and that slender white hand gently touched the corner of the wall, slowly rubbing the black and red hot wall, inch by inch. Another inch of movement, as if stroking the smooth and delicate skin of a beauty.

The high temperature of the fire scene exceeding 500 degrees seems to be an insignificant matter to him. Whether it is flashover, explosion, thick smoke, electric leakage or lack of oxygen, it can't affect him.

In the ruins of this hellish fire, Quintus moved his fingers according to a special pattern, and he laughed from time to time in his throat.

Like a ghost walking out of the mist of disaster, and like a spirit in the fire.

"It's so interesting. It's just a few magic apprentices, but they ran away? They ran away from me??? Hoho~hohohohoho!!!"

Half a minute later, Quintus laughed and raised his head from the wall.

As he withdrew his hand, half of the gray-black hot broken wall suddenly burst and turned into countless scattered dust.

"It's not teleportation, there are no traces left by the spell, so it's apparition?"

Quintus muttered to himself, and then took out a forearm-length, slender and gorgeous silver staff from his sleeve.

The wings of the griffin are carved on both sides of the staff. In the middle of the staff, several ancient and elegant, uncut large emeralds are inlaid in it.

"Come! The past reappears!"

He raised his staff and knocked against the air, the air violently rippling, and then countless fine light and shadows weaved three figures.

In the picture, a woman hugged the wooden box tightly, looking desperately at the sky. Beside her, a red-haired man growled unwillingly, and a black-haired man wearing glasses. Although his face was also full of fear, but Still firmly opened his arms, blocking in front of the two of them like a guardian.

"It's really a bunch of ignorant lambs, is ignorance also your happiness?"

Quintus shook his head contemptuously, and hit the air again with his staff.

The time that happened in the past was stretched hundreds or thousands of times under this spell, and it repeated itself again.

In this kind of pleasure that seems to be able to control everything, Quintus watched with great interest as his fireball technique fell from the sky little by little. The expressions of the three gradually became desperate, collapsed, and finally turned completely dark.

"Well?"

Suddenly, Quintus' eyes became serious.

He raised his staff and swiped lightly, and the images that have been played back again.

In the retrospective image, the moment the fireball was about to fall, the woman blurted out a few syllables, and then the box in her arms opened, engulfing the woman and the two men before disappearing.

Then, the fireball fell.

The horrific high temperature and shock waves generated by the explosion leveled the entire factory and almost rolled up the land.

"So that box was the containment? Damn it."

Quintus frowned and stood in the fire field, surrounded by small explosions and flashovers: "Sequence three, or sequence four? I don't have any information about it in my memory... What is its function, is it teleportation, or Transfer the touched to a warp? By the way, are those still alive?"

"If you die, you will be in trouble. The instructor said that you will be captured alive."

Quintus sighed, scratched his head in distress, and then laughed again: "Forget it, let's die if you die, but it's an unexpected surprise to get a new containment item for the church."

The classic white robe on his body moved slightly, and the almost whispered spell summoned some invisible power in the void, and the invisible waves were stacked together, converging into an illusory and huge terrifying monster.

It is five meters tall, with fleshy tumor-like dense muscles frantically squeezing each other, looking deformed and weird, like the deformed creations depicted by the craziest painters in the most frightening nightmares.

This hideous monster held a long sickle, the blade was stained with a thick layer of coagulated blood.At this moment, its legs thicker than those of an elephant were kneeling, kneeling in front of Quintus, making a flattering grunt from its throat.

"Come on, my darling, and smell them, if they're still alive..."

Quintes smiled: "That's like a hunting dog, biting them hard!"

The troll became excited, stretched out his fat and long tongue, snorted and licked the scorched gravel, sucked the flames and smoke into his mouth, and chewed them together.

Suddenly, a portal appeared not far from the troll, and some angry voices sounded from the door.

"Quintus, was that your spell just now? You cast spells in the United States of America? Damn it! Are you crazy?!"

A man also wearing a classic white robe and an iron mask appeared from the portal. He glanced at the troll vigilantly, and then cast his eyes on Quintus angrily, with a somewhat frustrated tone:
"This is not the Confederate States of America, you are crazy! People from the Humanities Association won't be unaware, just wait, we will be hunted to death by the Humanities Association! Quintus, what are you thinking?! "

"It's just a necessary measure." Quintus glanced at him lightly: "If it weren't for that containment, the little mice would have died a long time ago."

"But you..."

"Lund, shut up, you won't die if I'm here!" The man wanted to complain, but Quintus' eyes were cold and indifferent, which made him dumbfounded: "I am the most perfect student of the archbishop, human beings The association can't kill me, and I dare not kill me! After all, when you are gambling online and watching movies, I am in the library, flipping through ancient magic books one by one."

"Will such an outstanding magical genius die in such an unknown small city?" Quintus clapped his hands arrogantly: "Stop joking, Lund!"

Negligence and carelessness have always been the enemies of magic.

Lund wanted to remind a few words, but when he saw the gorgeous silver staff waving in Quintus' hand, he shut up embarrassingly.

"All right, all right, Quintus, put your troll away."

Lund pointed to the portal behind him: "I have left mouse flower juice on them before, and now my night demon should have entangled them, let's go together, and return to the Confederacy after we finish solving them. I really don’t want to stay in Almeral for one more minute.”

"Oh!" Quintus' eyes lit up: "Lund, you have done a good job!"

"let's go!"

During the spell, the troll turned into a cloud of smoke and wrapped itself around Quintus' palm. He patted Lund's shoulder as a reward. Just as he was about to walk into the portal, his left foot stopped inexplicably, and his body remained motionless.

"Hi, Lund."

Quintus blinked meaningfully: "Don't worry, just listen."

In the distance, sirens sounded high-pitched, and the alternating red and blue warning lights pierced through the smoke of the fire scene, which could be vaguely heard, and countless neat footsteps came, and countless heartbeats sounded outside.

"Wait, Quintus..." Lund's face changed, guessing his intention.

"Amera's bastard is here. As a member of the Confederacy, how could I not do it?"

Quintus raised his eyebrows frivolously.

Under Lund's shocked eyes, he gently stretched his five fingers, and a long and narrow chaotic blade of light constantly changing appeared in the palm of his hand.

Type [-] magic, the blade of Olutic——

The dazzling, violent, and terrifying light blade suddenly tore through the air, and cut through everything with an unperceivable and inescapable speed. Thunder of hundreds of thousands of volts radiated from the surface of the light blade like a waterfall.The guards who came to the rescue had no room to dodge at all. Before they could even scream, they were easily cut open by the light blade and blasted into the body by the devastating thunder. The internal organs were carbonized, and the vital signs quickly disappeared.

But in an instant, the outside world has become a hell of thunder...

"Let's go." After confirming that everyone who came to the rescue was dead, Quintus patted the sluggish Lund: "Hurry up, we have to catch mice."

"...we're going to die."

The violent thunder and lightning are still howling, and those densely packed "electric snakes" are leaping and refracting in the ruins. The countless burnt bodies have long lost their shape before birth, and even the vehicles are only a small ball with no shape. iron box.

"The Association of Humanities will definitely kill us..."

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"Hey! Elena! Wake up!!!"

The whole world is spinning violently, and all the colors are quickly separated, distorted, distorted...

In the confusion of fainting and nausea, the voice appeared indistinctly in her ears, and Elena struggled to open her eyes, and saw the two faces of Gehrman and Alger who were about to cry.

"You..." She forced the corners of her mouth to spit out.

Blood spewed out of her mouth like clear water, as if a warm, charming, red snake had drilled out of her body and slowly crawled out along the internal organs.

"It's so strange... Where is this..." She saw the hair hanging down the corner of her eyes clearly, coughing and vomiting blood, and trembling uncontrollably: "My hair has turned white..."

"...Go! Go! Elena! We can't stay here!"

Alger, who was wearing glasses, took a deep breath, held back his tears and carried the woman on his back: "You are injured, I will take you to the hospital, and now we are still in Blanc City! Those executioners will catch up at any time!"

Gehrman on the side also woke up like a dream. He wiped away his tears vigorously, picked up the steel pipes scattered on the ground beside him, and ran to lead the way.

……

The three of them ran desperately into the distance.

At this moment, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, and the huge moon disc broke through the clouds, hanging under the gray-blue sky, and the moonlight like a waterfall poured down on everyone.

"German, Gehrman?"

I don't know how long it took, the person in front suddenly stopped suddenly, the air seemed to condense at this moment, and the silence made people uneasy... Alger touched his shoulder suspiciously, and the person stood upright like a stiff stone statue. He fell down without saying a word.

puff!
A hole the size of a coin appeared on the forehead of the fallen Gehrman. Blood and white brains flowed inside and flowed out along the hole, staining the asphalt concrete road scarlet.

he died--

A small magic missile penetrated his head, and when no one noticed, it broke his head and smashed the brains inside.

"Hey, Gehrman..."

Argel backed away blankly, and Eileen behind him couldn't help crying, warm blood and tears poured out together, and quickly wet his back again.

"Ho ho ho, the first little mouse."

On the hanging tower in the distance, a silver-white portal opened in the night sky.

The figures of Quintus and Lund slowly came out of the portal.

One of them had a contented smile on their face, while the other was a little restless.

"I still wanted to capture you alive, but I'm sorry, because now I have to run away in a hurry."

Quintus bowed apologetically to the two, with a sincere smile on his face:
"So, please go to die together."

The young and handsome genius mage gently opened his hand, and a light spot, a golden light spot the size of a grain of rice flew out of his palm and slowly floated up in the air.

It is so small, so light, and the soft flame is like a firefly flying out of the lush wood sorrel at the edge of the shallow water beach in July... This faint light seems to be extinguished at any time in the night wind, and it is so bright Almost negligible.

Before they had time to escape, the spot of light had already arrived in front of them.

"Oh!"

Quintus snapped his fingers and spit out a popping sound playfully.

(End of this chapter)