People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

After the sound of "bang" air expansion, a high wall of flames towered between the two, completely blocking the vision of both sides.

And the thick wall with the thick, colloidal viscous feel of the flames can at least delay the opponent's breakthrough time.

("Flame" has the meaning of purification. If the opponent breaks through head-on, it means that so far neither "sacrifice" nor "purification" is a choice that can make the opponent feel threatened...)

His eyes were fixed on the dazzling orange flame wall.

And just as Birdway guessed, a figure is slowly breaking through the thick wall of flames.

Chapter 140: Birdway VS "Wescott" Part [-]

The high fever burst appeared again.

This time it is a flame with the meaning of "sacrifice".

Burning the offerings so that the gods or the dead can receive them is a traditional practice of many stories and peoples.

And considering that although the other party can ignore the meaning of "sacrifice" flames, the "constructs" made by him may not be able to completely ignore them, so Birdway still chose the one that he can use relatively speaking with ease. "Stand of Fire" for defense.

The air expansion brought by the high temperature pushed Westcott's body back a few steps. Although it couldn't cause any substantial damage to "Westcott" himself, it could at least slow down the opponent's approach.

(Damn it, the magic sword used as the "baton" is still in Mark's hand, and the ankh is still with the others...)

After all, Birdway is still a child of twelve or thirteen years old. Although he can be called "powerful" in the use of magic, just like what "Westcott" said, Birdway is still far away. Not enough to be called an "expert".

The current situation of Birdway may seem unbelievable, but in fact, the leader of the largest "gold" magic association in the world, "Dawn Morning Light", can't extract the essence of it without the physical ankh. Text is used.

(something I can use now...)

While maintaining a relatively safe distance, Birdway analyzed what other cards he could use.

While retreating, she felt something flying out of the flames.

The flames were a bit dazzling, preventing Birdway from focusing on the flying object immediately.

Although it is impossible to confirm what the opponent is throwing, Birdway will definitely not take it lightly in this kind of place.

The short staff in her hand began to change shape as soon as she opened the distance, and it was precisely because of Birdway's "planning ahead" that she had enough room to react.

Holding up the "cup" in his hand, Birdway's whole body was surrounded by a vortex.

The azure water ring cuts off the high temperature and quickly converges on the path of the aircraft, forming a water shield that can safely eat a howitzer.

"Boom" made a sound like a heavy object falling into the water, and Birdway saw the flying thing clearly with the help of the water current.

It was a bronze wax seal.

(Can't see the texture of the seal?)

Birdway wanted to see clearly what patterns were engraved on the inner printing surface of the seal, hoping to find a way to resist and defeat the opponent.

But when Birdway looked at the wax seal, he found that there was nothing at the bottom, as if it was an unformed embryo, and no specific lines had been engraved on it.

Birdway leaped back, and she didn't take it lightly because the water shield blocked the opponent's wax mark.

Birdway's fingers made a "crash clatter" sound, and what was waving under the inertia of retreating was a piece of paper.

Similar in size to a certificate, but thicker and with a rougher surface.

(No matter what purpose the other party has, as long as it cannot be used, it can be dealt with.)

Following the trend, he threw the paper in his hand into the water flow, and with the help of the water flow, brought the paper to the direction of the wax seal.

(No matter what kind of technique is used for that wax seal, as long as it is wrapped in papyrus, it can cut off the connection between the spiritual outfit and the other party...)

This kind of "commodity" used as funeral objects for the royal family is a special spare part that Birdway specially entrusted someone to buy from a certain botanical expert in London, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

The thick papyrus quickly wrapped the wax seal cast by "Wescott" along with the water flow.

Although papyrus is very unsuitable for use in a humid environment, for spiritual equipment, as long as it can cut off its connection with the magician for even a second, it will be a chance for Birdway to fight back.

Birdway nervously confirmed the situation of the wax seal, the small bronze object slowly disappeared between the papyrus, and the water flow was also taking it away from the original path.

"Do you think it is appropriate to send the paper to the front of the wax seal?"

"Varied......"

There was no room for Birdwig's astonishment.

The wax seal completely wrapped in papyrus has undergone a mutation.

The center of the papyrus shines brightly until it is completely softened.

But this state is obviously not simply due to soaking in water.

Birdwell could see that there was a round hard object in the middle of the papyrus, and that object was not as smooth as the wax print. In fact, it looked a little uneven at first glance.

And it was at this moment that Birdway realized why she couldn't see the lines on the front of the wax print just now.

It is not that the wax seals used by "Westcott" are semi-finished products, nor is there any other special reason.

The reason for this phenomenon is very simple.

(The front end of the wax seal is the wax of the letter, and he used papyrus as a "letter" to seal my spell!)

But it's too late to realize now.

The flow of water was out of control, and the papyrus was broken by the current.

I don't know if it's the wax used simply for sealing letters, or the raw material wax used to make cursed dolls, or the special "wax" collected from dead people.

But whatever it was, something that melted and did imprint was emitting a flash of light at the moment, and the flash did physical damage.

Birdwig felt his abdomen being hit, intuitively it felt like he had been punched by someone.

Suppressing the feeling of acid reflux, Birdway gritted her teeth and waved the "Water Cup Staff".

More water swirls around Birdway, and washes away the water clusters captured by "Westcott".

Forcibly changing the direction of the water flow, after the loud "boom", the huge water flow was led to the sky by Birdway.

(Even if it is an "immortal body", if the tendons, muscles or bones are broken, then you need to use surgery to restore it.)

Yes, even the "immortal body" in the true sense is not a "copper-skinned iron-bone alloy head". As long as the opponent is still a human magician, cutting off the muscles or penetrating the brainstem can still stop the opponent temporarily. action.

So, once again, Birdway mobilized the water to spread out in an equal circle.

Once again, a large number of ice blades are like a harvest, full of "water trees".

Once again, the blade of ice attacked the distant "Wescott" like a sandstorm in an impenetrable manner.

But just as the ice blades were overwhelmingly attacking "Westcott", Birdway also noticed a relatively bad thing.

The water flow controlled by the "Wescott" has surrounded it, and it seems that it didn't guide all the water flow to the sky just now.

And in the water flow at this time, Birdway could see a soft, liquid-like red substance.

It was sealing wax, a special material used to seal letters, and it was also a major weapon of "Westcott".

The shape of the wax changed, and once again exuded a dazzling flash.

But this time, Birdway was unable to evade or defend in time.

It's solid, and the flashes that surround it from all directions will immediately press Birdwig into a certain shape like a stamping machine.

Of course, it is presented in the form of minced meat.

Chapter 140 [-]: Behind Laozi is the entire "Golden Dawn"!

Birdway closed her eyes tightly.

But several seconds passed, but the imaginary pain and the feeling of weightlessness after being hit did not come.

Birdway boldly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the rather familiar black windbreaker, which had been analyzed through various methods in countless investigations.

"Okay, this is the end of the boring farce. Your magic power is not enough, right? Go and take a rest first."

"Why are you here?"

Birdway looked at Sigurd, who had nothing to do with it, and even seemed a little sloppy.

This is not the level of successfully breaking through the traps along the way. It feels like this mercenary has simply walked here without encountering resistance.

But strictly speaking, the facts seem to be similar. After all, for Sigurd, none of the "traps" along the way can be called "threats".

"Oh? Is it the successor of 'Gold' again? It seems that after the 'Battle of Bryce Avenue', the inheritance of 'Gold' is not as weak as I imagined?"

The old man who called himself "Westcott" took another step forward, but this time the situation was a little different.

Birdway didn't feel oppressive.

Birdway looked at the boy in front of him who was not a few years older than him at first glance.

Undoubtedly, he alone swallowed up the sense of oppression imposed by the other party.

Birdway observed Sigurd carefully, and she found that the mercenary had a disdainful expression under the oppressive feeling that she could only resist the idea of ​​fleeing.

Birdway wanted to stand up and fight Sigurd together, but Birdway found her legs were still shaking.

And there was a sense of soreness all over the body.

The moment the threat of death was lifted, the fatigue from entering this "temple" also surged up.

"You take a rest."

Sigurd gave a brief explanation, and although Birdway wanted to refute that he still had physical strength and magic power to fight, for some reason, it became a simple "um" on his lips.

Birdwig felt something around her, it was a very warm feeling, it felt like returning to her small apartment in London, with a kind of homely warmth.

"Oh? Is it a recovery type spell? But you seem to be the same as that 'golden' girl. Although your spell is full of the smell of Crowley, it is obvious that you have nothing to do with that bastard traitor Intuitive connections, to a degree only..."

"A friendly reminder..."

Without any respect for the old man, Sigurd rudely interrupted the other party.

Pointing backwards with his thumb, he tilted his head with a mocking expression as if he was watching a clown in a circus.

The expression and attitude of disdain were beyond words, and he spoke arrogantly without hiding his disdain.

"Your boring cosplay has come to an end when you say 'your spells are filled with the smell of Crowley'. Stupid thing, open your dog eyes to see clearly, and see clearly what is behind me .”

Someone calling himself "Westcott" turned his attention to the space behind Sigurd.

But Birdway also raised his head to look around him.