Lord Roar

Chapter 380 Melee Magician

Except for the old butler Lacey, Conslet and Rooney can be regarded as masters of both magic and martial arts. The ghost creatures and elemental giants they summoned seem to have inherited their characteristics.

The two Death Skeletons could obviously use the Nether Scythe to release Nether magic, but they didn't do that. Instead, they rushed over to play close combat with the sickle on their shoulders under the baptism of magic.

It was the same with that bone dragon. It could obviously spray out the breath of the undead from its mouth, but it didn't do that. It just huddled behind two death skeletons and prepared to play close combat.

Even Rooney's two elemental giants started to climb the city wall after throwing a few big rocks, and they were still ready to play close combat.

In order to intercept this group of summoned creatures, a group of consecrated mages used up the elemental magic power in the magic storage ring.

Unexpectedly, after Conslet and the undead creatures were summoned, they actually used magic elements to tear open a crack in the void, and then pulled out a blood-red battle ax more than one meter long from the crack, waved their magic wand, and summoned A total of twelve nether shields.

Archbishop Bin Hur, who was chanting a spell, almost bit his tongue.

Rely on you. Mom, rely on you. Mom, rely on you. Mom, the twelve-sided elemental shield

It is also impossible for a holy magician to directly summon twelve shields.

And look at the degree of magic condensation of the ghost shield, one side of the shield can resist seven or eight mentor-level single-body magics, and the twelve sides of this nima, even if I stand still and let me beat me, I will be exhausted Half-Life, are you here to fight or to show your superiority?

I don't need to say anything, why are you flying over with a tomahawk with a ferocious expression on your face?You are a magician, not a warrior, okay?

Archbishop Bin Xu in red was completely dumbfounded. He wondered if he had stayed in the holy mountain for a long time. Could it be that the outside world has become so crazy?

A duel between magicians without spell duel?Playing summons and melee combat instead?
The other holy light magicians and the priests enshrined by the Holy See were also stunned.

They saw the handsome old man holding a magic wand in his left hand and a blood-red Nether battle ax upside down in his right hand, flying over with twelve shields on his back, with a hideous expression on his face, as if he was caught with a cuckold and caught an adulterer.

In desperation, the magicians of the Holy Light Department did not dare to use any combined magic that took too long to summon.

If there were ten unsolved mysteries on the continent of St. Cassis, these magicians of the Holy See would definitely choose the handsome old man as the top unsolved mysteries.

Because there are too many weird things about Conslet.

Why do you, a local mage in Saint Cassis, not practice the main magic, but prefer the side magic instead.

Why is it that you, a holy light mage from the Holy See, can actually summon the god-named weapon of the god of another world.

Why is your ancestral home clearly the Saint Cassis Continent, why do you open the gap in the void every day when you have nothing to do, and go wandering in a different world.

Why are you a mage, but you want to play close combat with a tomahawk.

Also, why the hell is it? You are obviously a sub-sage, how the hell can you summon twelve elemental shields?
You must know that the holy master Donny of the water system and the holy master Albert of the space system, who is known as the strongest in the mainland, can only summon eight elemental shields at most.

It's a pity that the handsome old man didn't have the leisure to discuss this philosophical issue with them today. He came to seek justice for the sword sage, Blind Dragon, and also for the injustice he suffered decades ago. Of course , if you can kill Saint Albert by the way, then everyone will be happy.

The handsome old man didn't have the time to spend his mana with a group of Holy See magicians who were dangling with their bottles full, and he had to reserve the mana in his body to deal with Albert.

So he used the most magic-saving method, which was to get a handy weapon, summon a lot of magic shields, and then rush over to kill these gangsters of the Holy See under the baptism of magic.

Originally, the distance between the two sides was less than a few hundred yards, but the handsome old man took the lead and came later. After being baptized by spells and consuming three elemental shields, he finally rushed to the red-clothed archbishop Bin Xu.

To say that this fellow Bin Xu is really short-sighted. The mages enshrined by the Holy See and the magicians of the Holy Light Department all stand behind the tower halfway up the mountain to cast magic, and he alone is very ostentatious floating in the air and directing the battle.

Conslet directly used magic power to teleport nearly a hundred yards and stopped in front of Ben-Hur.

To say that this red-clothed archbishop is under one person and above ten thousand in the holy mountain of the Holy See, and his magic power has also reached the title of magister. He was caught off guard and didn't care about reciting spells, and directly summoned the six-faced holy light element Shield, and this is still super performance.

The handsome old man glanced at Bin Xu disdainfully, with a look of disgust.

Even now that the enemy and the enemy are at odds, Bin Xu still looks ashamed.

Indeed, the handsome old man didn't fart, and directly summoned twelve shields.

Looking at him again, Moji didn't say anything for a long time, he was chanting spells, waving his magic wand, and kept replenishing his magic power with the magic storage ring. It took a long time to summon the six-sided elemental shield, and he was halfway there , How embarrassing and embarrassing it is.

"Conslet, the Holy See has never blamed you, and now you still dare to help the evildoers?" Bin Hur clenched his wand, ready to delay for a while.

It's not that he didn't want to fight back, but because he was confused.

He didn't know what to do when he was less than ten meters away from a magician, and the other party was carrying a big axe.

Let's talk about chanting spells, there is not enough time, and I don't know if the shield can stop it when someone strikes with an axe.

Let's talk about fighting opponents at close quarters in the air. With his old arms and legs, he usually struggles to run two steps. Isn't that nonsense?

So he could only stall for time, because he was about to direct the battle just now, so he was always at the forefront, but now he was stupid and let Conslet block it.

The handsome old man clamped his wand with his arm, and took out a delicate hand-crossbow from his arms with his left hand. Without a word of nonsense, he hooked the hammer of the hand-crossbow, and three hand-crossbows engraved with dark magic runes The arrows flew out.

"You, how shameless!" Bin Xu stared at the three crossbow arrows stuck in his chest with dull eyes, and asked in puzzlement, "You...you actually use...a crossbow?"

After finishing speaking, Bin Xu's eyes went dark, and he fell from the air.

"Idiot, who has the heart to waste time with you." Conslet put his hands back into his arms, and continued to fly to the group of priests who cast magic on him.

Bin Hur died quite unjustly, when the handsome old man held his wand under his arm, he thought the other party was going to make peace, so he didn't make any further moves.

After all, to a magician, a wand is like a sword to a warrior, and one must keep it in hand at all times during battle.

But Conslet clamped the wand with his arm, not to give up the attack, but because he couldn't spare his hand to draw the crossbow.

At this time, there were only two sides of the handsome old man's shield left. In any case, a red-clothed archbishop and seventeen elemental users who were not low in cultivation could continuously release single-target attack spells, and the power was still huge. After all Even water droplets can penetrate stones, let alone elemental attacks.

Seeing that Conslet was getting closer and closer to the tower, another archbishop in red yelled, "There are only two shields left, stop him, and use the most powerful single-target spell to stop him."

The handsome old man gritted his teeth, and continued to fly under the baptism of single-body spells. It seemed that he still underestimated the group of mages enshrined by the Holy See.

Seeing that there was only the last ghost shield left, a bloody light ball the size of a skull hit Conslet's last shield.

Unexpectedly, not only did the ghost shield not disappear, but another shield appeared in front of the handsome old man.

"Who is it!!" The archbishop in red almost had a myocardial infarction, looked back at the seven enshrined mages and cursed: "Which god cursed the maggots who can't be killed so damn well, actually, actually attacked him with a dark spell ????"

The archbishop in red finally experienced what it means to be not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.

Among the enshrined mages, a mage wearing a blood-red magic robe had a pale face.

I just saw Conslet, the evil star, flying over with a big axe, and in a hurry, he released a dark-type magic that he thought was "the strongest attacking power", but he forgot that the other party was also Those who practice the dark system, and the elemental shield can absorb the magic of this system for their own use.

Not to mention that the archbishop in red wants to hack him to death with a knife, the companions beside him want to strangle him to death, are you an undercover agent sent by the Bloodhoof Tribe?

The archbishop in red was also confused, but who could he blame?
The idiot behind the monster worshiped the mage, after all, he told them to use the strongest single-target spell to attack just now.

Or blame the Pope, blame him for teaching without distinction?Even the magicians who practice the dark department networked to the holy mountain for their own use?
But the archbishop in red didn't have time to blame anyone, because Conslet had already flown to the tower with the bloody battle ax in hand.

The bloody battle ax with the power of the netherworld directly split the three-meter-high tower.

The archbishop in red and a group of mages huddled together, let alone chanting spells, the upper press and lower gums started fighting.

If there is an elemental user's worst nightmare, it is that when facing the enemy, there is no vindictive warrior around him to protect him.

If you ask the elemental user, what is the scarier scene than this nightmare, it is that not only is there no vindictive warrior around him to protect him, but also the enemy is right in front of him, and he has nowhere to escape.

The seventeen Holy See element users, including the archbishop in red, are undoubtedly in this scene that is more terrifying than a nightmare.

"What are your last words?" Conslet kicked away the gravel, and stood in front of a group of mages with a bloody battle ax in hand.

A senior magician with weak legs said tremblingly: "The tower...the tower has a door, you don't have to work hard to open it, and it will tire you."

"I don't know what it means." Conslet said expressionlessly, picked up the tomahawk and walked over.

(End of this chapter)