People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Shooting is a 100% sure kill, unless you use a powerful spell to block it, even a defensive spell will be penetrated instantly.

The prisoners bound in this "Ocean Prison" must not be able to exert such a degree of attack to offset Uriyapati's "Gandiva", so Urreapati is not in a hurry to attack.

"Well, that's the smell. I've experienced despair and struggled in pain. Ah~ A little bit of darkness has accumulated in my heart. Although the time for 'aging' is not enough, I can already smell the refreshing fragrance!"

A figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and the other person's face could not be seen clearly in the dark, but this was enough.

(within shooting distance!)

Without any hesitation, Urea Patti shot the "magic arrow" in his hand.

The so-called "pashupata" is a divine arrow made by Shiva.

Although it can be launched with the help of a bow, it can also be launched with the help of ideas, eyes or words. It has the power to destroy everything with the third eye of God on Shiva's forehead.

In the story, Shiva used this arrow to destroy three demonic cities in the sky.

The arrow with absolute destructive power flew out, with destructive power that shook the surrounding space, and flew straight towards the opponent's body.

There is no need to hit the vital point, or even directly hit the opponent's body.

In such a small space, the destructive power of the arrow can completely make up for the error of a few centimeters.

"Hmm...is it quite a strong smell?"

Chapter 380: Edenhall

The arrow that shot down the three demon cities did indeed hit the opponent's body.

After that destructive shot that could instantly crush human flesh into powder, the extremely strong blast washed everything in the corridor.

In fact, a considerable number of magicians who were defeated by Sosti's "Vishnu conch (vishnu)" did not die on the spot.

But under such a blast, their bodies are like rag bags blown by the wind.

The twisted limbs and limp bodies undoubtedly announced the fact that they were completely dead.

(That should be fine.)

Urreapati disarmed her hands, and the magic power required to maintain "Asdora" was still too large for her.

Urreapati's spirit did not relax.

She once witnessed a fellow magician being killed by a counterattack before death by a guy who everyone thought was dead when she was performing a mission. Everyone thought that the guy whose body was cut in half by the explosion had died long ago But I didn't expect that the other party was still holding a sigh of relief.

Urreapatti would never relax her nerves if she didn't confirm that the opponent was indeed dead or had completely lost combat effectiveness.

"Miss Urreapatti, be careful!"

The moment the eye witch's prompt appeared, Urreapatti had already retreated.

She felt that after the flying dust stirred up by the eruption, the magician who should have been torn apart was still alive.

"It's still too young. Although it is undeniably a unique strong flavor, it still lacks the special mellowness of time."

Not only was there no death, there wasn't even obvious trauma.

Except for the severe dust on the prison uniform, the opponent stood with his hands behind his back.

The surrounding ground took him as the center line, and the front and back were clearly divided into two pieces.

The ground in front of the man was scorched black after the explosion, while the ground behind remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh? It seems that this beautiful lady has a lot of questions? Then, do I need to answer you?"

"You should not be able to refine the magic power smoothly, but why can you cancel my 'pashupata'?"

Urreapati had to figure out why his strongest blow was so easily sabotaged by an enemy who couldn't even refine magic.

This is the basis for her to settle down in the association, and it is all the efforts she made to live up to the "hand" that pulled her sister back from the abyss.

Three years ago, they were designed by a magician named "The Gate of the Gods from the Sky".

They took a fancy to the special adaptability of the Uriyapati sisters to the "Shiva system" technique.

So he planned to use the curse to create the illusion of a "savior", and planned to win over the two to serve him as an association.

But this plan was defeated by a Christian magician who traveled far and wide.

Not only the plans, but even they themselves were mercilessly wiped out without any room.

As for the "wizard" who almost saved the children of the entire village, Uriyapati didn't see clearly at all because the effect of the curse had not faded at that time.

All she can remember is the feeling of the sweet potion swallowed down her parched throat and the gentle light blue mist that enveloped the village.

Even through a kind Roman Orthodox nun, they only knew that the other party was a powerful mercenary who walked on the "magic side" and did not rely on any country or force.

Uriyapati and Sosti are very grateful to each other, but it is an indisputable fact that their sisters can't do anything.

Their mother was bedridden with illness not long after she was there, and the two, unable to make money, could do little.

【If it is not hopeless and powerless, who would pin their hopes on the illusory "magic"? 】

Like many magicians, the Urreapati sisters also chose to survive as magicians in desperation.

They were born in India and had no family to rely on.

If they want to live as individuals, then they have no choice.

"I didn't cancel your spell, did I?"

"What do you mean? Do you want to say that you can withstand a blow that can penetrate the city wall with your body alone?"

Impossible, Urreapatti knows that such a thing can't be done even by extraordinary magicians called "saints" and "valkyrie".

This is not a question of strength, but limited by the framework of "human beings", no matter how special it is, it is impossible to do it.

"'The Luck of Eden (theluckofedenhall)', I wonder if this beautiful lady has heard of it?"

"A wine glass that must never be broken..."

"Yeah, that's right. You are indeed the one with the most fragrant taste among the three. Compared with the greenness of the two behind you, you can definitely be called a 'fine wine'!"

Legend has it that a great company of elves once drank at St Cuthbert's well on the estate.

However, some curious folks stumbled into the feast.The elves retreated in a hurry after being frightened, leaving the cup behind.

The elf who disappeared last found the falling cup and screamed at the people:

When the cup is broken is the fate of Eden parting time (if this cup should break or fall, farewelltheluckofedenhall.)

This is a "legend" that cannot be called a "legend", at best it can only be classified in the category of "urban legend".

"But it can't be, 'indestructible' doesn't..."

"It doesn't mean 'no damage'. Yes, if it's just 'not destroyed' then the damage will be completely absorbed, but I am standing here. So why?"

Wagging fingers, holding the cup in the void.

The left hand that was grasping falsely was shaking in the air as if it was really holding a wine glass. It seems a bit too much to say that it is a habitual movement.

"It's actually very simple. What this story wants to express is not 'the cup can't be broken'. The emphasis should be 'humans make the elves run away'."

The definition of an elf is as vague as an angel.

In different regions, under different beliefs or among different nations, the definitions of "angel" and "elf" are different.

The origin of the "elves" goes like this in Germanic mythology:

After the great god Odin killed the giant Ymir, the elves were born from the giant's corpse, absorbed the essence of the giant, and became spiritual creatures.

Among them, the elves or light elves are born on the side of the corpse facing the light, and the dark elves are born on the back-lit side.

That is to say, under the oldest understanding, "elves" and "gods" have a "same root" relationship in origin.

Then, the extension of "human beings make the elves run away" is "the gods avoid the world and do not reveal themselves".

Well, for the Urlayapati sisters who rely on Indian mythology, this has completely strangled all their possibilities.

"Hey, Puritan witch over there, your spells should be based on spiritual outfits, right?"

"Huh? But I'm not good at fighting?"

"No matter what, our spells are completely restrained by him. You, who don't fully rely on the 'God's Grace', are the only one who can cause him harm!"

"Eh!? Yes, but I..."

The bewildered witch didn't know what to do for a while. She was the "backup dancer", but the lead actor was absent due to physical reasons.

Now it's a bit difficult for her to keep the ducks on the shelves and let her hold on to the scene.

"Sure enough, but no matter how long it has been aged, bad wine is not good. Just like cocktails, if the base wine is not good, no matter how good the ratio and blending of liqueur, syrup, ice cubes and bitters are, it will not help. No matter what the base wine is, you can’t make a good cocktail.”

Seemingly a little disappointed, the slightly frowning man raised his left hand holding the wine glass.

Seeing that the man made some moves, Soth stepped forward and swung the stick-shaped "Asdora" in his hand horizontally to prepare for defense.

"As for the young lady, although the appearance is good, the aroma is light and acidic, and the color is light and clear. 'Light-bodied' white wines tend to have zesty acidity, drinking iced can increase the sense of freshness oh?"

Xu Xu's wrist holding the wine glass turned down, and although there was nothing in his hand, a crystal blue liquid flowed out from the void.

"Sosti, be careful!"

Hearing his sister's shout, Sosti immediately smashed the "Asdora" in his hand to the ground.

"The lotus of Brahma (brahma)!"

The crystal blue liquid was ejected forward the moment it hit the ground.

It was extremely fast like a bullet, and then Urreapati raised his hand to try to use the "Asdora" in his hand to resist, but it was too late.

At the same time, although Sosti's reaction was not slow, the petals of the lotus did not have time to close.

It seems that the other party is also poor in the accuracy of the spell because of the difficulty in refining the magic power.

It was clearly aimed at the "crystal bomb" that Sosti himself flew towards, but in the end it hit the petal of a lotus flower that had just bloomed on one side.

Just when Urreapatti breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and fight back, a sharp cry from the Puritan eye witch behind her made her turn back sharply.

"Suo, Sosti!?"

"Don't worry, the spell just now should have used the 'Brahma Birth Lotus'? But my spell is not a 'threat', but a simple spell for restraint. That is to say, your sister's spell Is there no way to offset my 'Old Ice'?"

The crystal blue ice completely sealed Sosti.

Seeing her sister being sealed in the huge ice crystal lotus with a panicked expression, Urreapatti swung the "Asdora" in her hand with the momentum of gnashing her molars.