Arcane Linguist

Chapter 416: The Staff Technique Falling from the Sky

"Your Excellency Fann, you are too strong!"

Seeing this scene, the followers couldn't help but praise and praise.

Although I have seen Faen take action many times, it is no longer as shocking as it was at the beginning.

But these people are still deeply impressed by it.

At the beginning, that was why they decided that Fa En was worthy of their following, and that they would definitely become a legend and compose a great history in the future.

"Over the past few years, Your Excellency, you have integrated the elemental magic of Sinvera and the rune magic of Siris Flow, and you have become your own school."

The mid-level mage in the team couldn't help but said.

After hearing these words, Fine shook his head: "What I have learned is not one ten thousandth of what the teacher has learned, and I am far from fully understanding the essence of the Seris flow runes."

The more he studied this way, the more profound and profound he felt.

It’s too late to understand Seris’s martial arts, mantra laws, prophetic magic and many other branch systems.

Everyone is doubtful.

They had heard about Roland.

But most of them only knew that it was the mentor who guided Faen to advance to a high level, and they had not seen the opponent take action with their own eyes.

"Speaking of which, these seem to be the bodyguards of the Balrog under Onycrodi. Is he nearby?"

The wanderers in the team carefully examined the slain Balrog bodyguards and made guesses based on what they had learned before.

Fine said: "If he was here, he shouldn't have sent these personal guards to die, but would have directly taken action himself."

When he said this, his expression suddenly changed slightly, because he received a communication from his cronies who stayed in Redburg.

"Lord Faun, Redburg was attacked!"

"There are so many demons, and that Onycrody has also appeared!"

After hanging up the communication, Fann said with an ugly face: "They learned about our coming here through the ghosts, and tried to use these demons to attack and kill us?

If Redburg is attacked, it will be inconvenient for the many experts inside to come to the rescue.

Such a huge effort is in line with the Siris idiom invented by the teacher, trying to cover up the obvious! "

There was nothing wrong with the plan itself. The only omission was that it far underestimated Fine's strength.

If you want to deal with Fa En, you have to bring out a real ninth-level powerhouse and show off your horse and carriage with real swords and guns!

Being so secretive and hesitant made it clear that he was just treating him as an ordinary seventh-level mage.

Fawn gave a sneer.

"What should we do now, rush back, or take advantage of the situation?" Everyone looked at Faen.

Fawn asked: "How far is it from Redburg where we are now?"

"About more than a hundred kilometers."

More than a hundred kilometers?

Fawn said: "Map!"

Immediately, a follower spread out the military map and displayed it in front of him.

Fine watched for a long time, then used communication skills again to contact Redburg's followers.

“Have you been able to witness Oney Crody over there?

Find a way to pass precise coordinates...

If possible, hit him with the "Yin Lei Talisman" and report to me...

Yes, the Yin Thunder type only needs to hit, and there is no need to worry about anything else. "

"Sir Fawn, what do you want to do?"

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Faen ended the communication and said with a smile: "I just said that there is no chance that my scholars are not as good as my teacher, but you still don't believe it.

Now I want to cast a spell that can target enemies hundreds of kilometers away, which was conceived by my teacher, Mr. Roland!

The beyond-visual-range spell casting range has always been unimaginably difficult in the history of magic and only exists in theory.

But under the teacher’s whimsical idea, it has already become a reality!

You guys have been following me for three or four years, and for less than a year, but they have never seen this trick.

Today, I will let you have a long experience...

Seris-style super electromagnetic gun! "

Fine first opened a simple magic circle and cast a level 7 spell.

Limited Prayer: "I hope that the next blow will hit Onykrodi!"

Then he took out a long two-handed staff from the space ring, thrust it hard into the ground, held the gem at the top, and sang with the unique rhythm of an aria.

What he chanted was a special spell modified from the Seris language.

Like the ancient tone of reciting poetry, it floats in this deserted wilderness.

The white light in his palms was injected into the two-handed staff, giving it mysterious blessings.

Everyone felt as if their minds were being led into a world of thunder.

Dense currents surged, and a huge arc formed a spiral barrel visible to the naked eye.

This spiral gun barrel is more than ten kilometers long, reaching into the sky, pointing in the direction of Redburg.

"No...isn't it?"

"You're actually casting spells and attacking right here?"

"It's so far away, can you hit it?"

While everyone was stunned, Fawn was chanting while accumulating magic power.

The singing technique he used was very special. It was actually the Siris flow singing method that could be interrupted and continued at any time.

That was the arcane result that Roland and Runives worked together many years ago.

At the same time, blocks of Chinese characters composed of magical powers emerged one after another. Different eras and shapes twisted and alternated, interpreting the changes over thousands of years.

Lin, soldier, fight, person...

Yin, Yang, birth, death...

A rich magical meaning emerges from it.

These runes floating around gradually formed a complex formation, with a resonance that spans the universe that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, constantly blessing it.

After a while, a report from the front line came: "Sir, Mr. Fine, we successfully hit Naoni Crody!

But he only led his troops to charge for a while, then retreated, and did not continue to attack the city..."

"That's enough!"

Faen decisively ended his chanting, guiding the magic power throughout his body to suddenly bloom.

Boom!

Everyone saw that his entire body seemed to turn into thunder, releasing super strong electric current.

The thunder cage and spiral gun barrel that had been constructed in the air suddenly lit up, illuminating the sky for several kilometers in radius.

The two-handed staff stuck on the ground rose up from the ground at an astonishing speed, piercing the sky like a rainbow and flying straight in the direction of Redburg.

Everyone who stayed there stared at this scene in stunned silence, unable to recover for a long time.

……

Redburg, in front of the fortress.

Onikrodi held up the flaming sword in his hand and scolded the cowardly demon army in front of him in Abyssal language.

These low-level demons, which can be seen everywhere in the abyss, stumbled towards the human fortress.

A total of 30,000 troops were spread all over the mountains and plains, shouting and rushing in a swarm without any order at all.

This is a common chaos in the demon army.

With its strong fortress, the human side is not afraid.

But everyone knows that these are just cannon fodder for the abyss demons. The real threat is the high-level demons at the rear. They are watching eagerly, waiting for humans to reveal their flaws.

In addition, the retention of a large amount of demonic aura will also bring serious pollution to the world.

Chaotic and evil forces may even enter the water and soil along with natural cycles, destroying the environment.

Beasts mutate, monsters become violent, and even intelligent humans are involuntarily infected with evil thoughts such as violence, jealousy, and greed.

They have even developed a morbid belief in worshiping demons and yearning for the abyss!

The subsequent effects, like gangrene on the bones, are the real trouble.

The garrison leader frowned, never thinking of a way to solve the problem, so he could only order: "Let the soldiers take it easy and save supplies as much as possible!

There are also mages who cast spells, give me the aiming point! "

Based on past experience, wars against abyssal invasions are usually protracted.

Even if victory is achieved in the end, it will cause great damage to the entire world.

"General, look, what is that?"

Suddenly, someone pointed to the sky ahead and to the left in surprise.

A bright brilliance struck like a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, it penetrated the setting sun and fell towards the enemy formation.

Everyone who witnessed all this, even if they had read Roland's "The Romance of Seris", could not help but think of such a vivid word in their minds as "Changhong Hongguan Sun".

The rainbow turns into thunder and breaks through the clouds.

Then, it struck down like lightning.

Everyone saw that Deni Crodi was penetrated by a beam of light, and then torn apart by a huge wind.

The big demon who was still gesticulating and instigating tens of thousands of troops to attack was suddenly turned into minced meat!

Boom!

A few seconds later, a huge roar echoed across the battlefield, as fierce as thunder.

"Then...what is that?"

"I just happened to be staring at it with eagle eye. It seemed like a staff?"

The lookout personnel on the fortress couldn't help but rub their eyes.

They all felt that they must be dazzled.

Everyone else was also shocked.

Immediately afterwards, it suddenly boiled.

"The big devil is dead!"

"The enemy's leader is dead!"

"Oh my god, what did I see? Where did that staff come from?"

"Who cast the spell? Was it a legendary mage?"

On the upper floor of the fortress, the leader of the garrison saw this scene from a distance and suddenly felt that an opportunity had come.

"The mage group, cast spells collectively, kill those demons for me!"

"Cavalry regiment, prepare to attack!"

After a charge, the demon army was completely defeated, and many mid- to high-level demons were captured.

As for the low-level demons that were all over the mountains and plains, they abandoned their armor and were completely defeated.

Redburg sent an investigation team and cautiously approached the origin of the incident. They saw traces of the wand exploding in all directions, like a small sun exploding in place.

"This wreckage... is the Xinjin and Mithril produced by our Sinvila, and there seems to be some remaining magic power!"

"Why does this look like the damage caused by magic crystal shells?"

"It is indeed a magic crystal shell, and it is also an electromagnetic gun used by Mr. Fa'an!"

The investigation team checked and finally found key evidence.

That was the lower half of the staff, the part that the magic crystal on the tip of the staff failed to blow up.

The secret mark engraved on it clearly reveals Fan's identity.

……

"Urgent news break. Thirty minutes ago, in the Redburg area, the high-ranking mage Mr. Fine used a super electromagnetic gun to kill the great demon Onykrodi..."

"The following is a piece of good news of victory. Your Excellency Fan killed the ninth-level demon Onycrodi and successfully rescued Redburg..."

"Shock! Miracle! Amazing combat spells! Lord Fine cast a mysterious spell to kill the big demon that was ravaging Drantar..."

The world of Sinvilla was shaken by all parties.

All major news media, all platforms, and all channels are buzzing with news, spreading the news like crazy.

Master Ogut's disciples and former officials, as well as those who are dedicated to the cause of resisting demons, are very excited and feel that there is hope for the inheritance of the faction.

The new generation of strong men who have a record of ninth-level formation cuts at such a young age are bound to quickly gain popularity, unite people's hearts, and take charge.

The other mages were equally shocked, surprised and in disbelief.

But after carefully studying the battle report, he had to pay more attention to the Siris flow spell used by Fan.

They all suddenly had a hunch that the ideas and spells of this school were bound to usher in a real pandemic.

Ordinary people also cheered.

They didn't quite understand the mystery, but they understood that the emergence of such a trustworthy and praised strong man on the anti-demon battlefield would definitely sweep away the decline of the ninth-level archmage who had suffered repeated defeats in the past.

There is still hope for Sinvela!

Soon, even Roland and others in Atline knew about this matter.

"This kid..."

Roland laughed dumbly, and was also surprised by Fan's luck.

"Roland, what is going on?" Antonia immediately took the initiative to consult.

"Although the spell was created, it has not been rigorously verified, and its theoretical hit rate is also limited...

He actually seized the opportunity and took action decisively, relying on luck! "

Roland figured out the key.

"Let me just say, such a beyond-visual-range strike...

However, luck is also a part of strength. Among rune spells, there are many methods that can adjust the probability and increase luck! "

Antonia knew that Roland was an expert here, and the prayer technique after the improvement of Siris Rune had found an application scenario that could produce huge benefits.

With such a shocking and huge result, it is bound to attract much attention.

Even he couldn't help but get excited, thinking about whether to update Atrein's concept of magical warfare and initiate related military reforms.

……

The mysterious manor, in the magnificent room.

A man wearing a luxurious robe walked in and handed a piece of information to the person on the throne.

After the man finished reading, he was silent for a long time, and then he said faintly: "Could it be said that a legendary hero will be born in Sinvilla to turn the tide?"

The man said: "Your Majesty, he will hinder our plan. Should we recall Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

The probing questions came to an abrupt end.

The man saw that the man sitting on the throne stood up, and the sunlight reflected on his face, illuminating the whole scene.

The man was about thirty or forty years old, with handsome appearance and cold eyes.

Astonishingly, it was none other than the monarch of Sinvela, Ergut Thirty-sixth.

"A few years have passed. He has not cared about fame, fortune, and a bright future. He still chooses to return to China at this time. It shows that he is not someone who can be easily bribed.

I have completely lost patience with him...

It must be eradicated as soon as possible! "

The man in rich clothes lowered his head: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)