Lord of War

  Sean looked at the flames in the hands of the old lich with complicated expressions.

   To be precise, it was a pale flame on the tip of his right index finger.

For the projection of the dark prophet, the old lich naturally did not show any mercy. In front of Sean and others, he fully demonstrated what a real lich would do when encountering an enemy: he first taught the dark prophet The surrounding space was completely imprisoned, so that it could not use the way to escape into the star realm, and then it was the ability to restrain the opponent with strong spiritual coercion-that is a kind that even Sean and others can feel Into the field of endless cold.

  Or rather, dead zone.

  At that moment, a stern cry sounded in almost everyone's ears. It was a kind of fear derived from extreme despair. People like Lanster and Hina who were not very strong were directly shocked in this space like the realm of death, and then fell into a coma.

  And all of this, the old lich had already subconsciously controlled it deliberately.

  Sean can’t imagine how many times the pressure and fear that a dark prophet on the opposing side will have to endure?

  But the only thing they knew was that the face of the Dark Prophet instantly became extremely pale—especially when the Old Lich got closer to him, his face became paler. Immediately afterwards, in everyone’s gaze, they saw the old Lich stretch out a finger—the finger that the old Lich “lifted” the flame at this moment—pointing it at the center of the dark prophet’s eyebrows. In a moment, there was an invisible flame burning on the body of the dark prophet, and then the other party's screams.

  It seemed that it was only a moment, and the projection eyes of the Dark Prophet became lifeless. At this time, Sean heard the old lich sip, and seemed extremely dissatisfied. Then soon, the projection of the Dark Prophet burned on its own, and finally condensed into a pale flame.

  When the old lich suppressed the coercion of that terrible aura. Xiao En and others were able to resume their actions. He soon began to check the situation of Hina and Lanster, and after he confirmed that there was no life-threatening two, Xiao En breathed a sigh of relief. But when he turned his head and looked at the old lich, his eyes were filled with extreme jealousy. Because of the strength demonstrated by the old lich just now. It is much stronger than he imagined, and this is definitely not the strength that the twelfth-order lich possesses.

  In the game, it was not that Sean hadn't watched the video of the ancient lich of the Book Association running out to dismantle the dragon by hand. Obviously, in the display of skills, the lich is more and more beautiful than the old lich, even the strength of the dark prophet and the dragon is incomparable, let alone judge the two liches based on this. Disparity, but I don’t know why. When he saw the old lich burning the projection of the Dark Prophet into such a burst of flames in an instant. Sean's instinct told him that the ancient lich at the Book Association was not at all an opponent of the old lich in front of him.

   "This lich is terrible." Cecilia whispered, her voice already full of fear.

  Sean rarely saw Cecilia showing such an appearance, or it should be said that since he brought this little girl home, he had never seen Cecilia showing such an expression.

  In response to Sean’s slightly confused gaze, Cecilia glanced at the old lich, and saw that he hadn't come over yet. So he spoke a little quicker and said: "Just now he used a total of four abilities. The first is space imprisonment, unless this ability is for space magic...no. It should be said that people with deep knowledge of space laws can display it. ; The second is the mental shock. This magic is a very test of strength. It is not surprising that the dark prophet will be shocked and limit the ability to move, because it is really difficult to compare with a lich in terms of mental power."

  Sean nodded in agreement.

  The three most important factors that determine the strength of a magician are magic power, mental power, and analytical ability.

If you do not have a certain analytical ability, then it is impossible to step into the realm of the sanctuary. If the analytical ability is not good enough, then you will not be able to become a legend in your life; if you do not have a strong spiritual power, then you cannot control magic, naturally. Can’t break through those shackles and climb to a higher level, and can’t even maintain the mental power required to analyze the law; as for the magic power, it’s even more straightforward, that’s all of a magician. Without this, you can’t become a magician. .

  The liches are those who have reached the authority level in a certain aspect of the academic field of magic. They are physically transforming in the pursuit of more knowledge and cognition, not purely for immortality. So maybe in terms of magical power and analytical ability, they are just the basis of the requirements of a certain realm of strength, but in terms of spiritual power, they are definitely stronger than any normal magician.

  The spiritual power of the dark prophet will be completely suppressed by the lich. It is not surprising that many magicians will use the protection of the soul energy system when facing the lich.

  I can only say that the dark prophet is careless.

"But when the old lich stretched out his finger to touch the Dark Prophet, he used two magics at that moment." Cecilia continued, "The first one is soul extraction, and the second is soul. Burn...If it wasn't for the dark prophet to be decisive enough, then even his own person might have changed into a corpse now, even if it wasn't a corpse, it was an empty shell."

   "What do you mean?" Roty Kabas asked curiously.

   "This kind of thing... is it possible to do it?" Harding looked shocked, "It's just a projection..."

"There are also many kinds of projections, but no matter which one it is, it will inevitably have a spiritual bond with the caster's body." Cecilia glanced at Harding, and then said, "Normally people can't maintain capture by this way. To the real body of the projection..." At this point, Cecilia's gaze turned to look at the old lich again, and there was a deep panic in the depths of her eyes: "...not to mention direct damage to the body, After all, this kind of projection is not the same as that of the gods. However, this lich not only did it, but even tried to draw the dark prophet’s soul directly from the opposite side through the projection..."

"Jiejie." Before Cecilia's words were finished, the old lich suddenly let out a triumphant and excited laugh, "I like you as a little guy more and more....Jiejie, really don't think about it. Be my apprentice? I promise to make you an excellent magician..."

   "Everyone knows what it will be like to become an apprentice to a lich." Harding didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly stood up and said.

  Lich is a very special existence, because for them. All creatures in this world are research materials, so the moment you become an apprentice to a lich, it also represents the research material of voluntarily becoming a lich by default. As for the fate of becoming a research material, people with a little brain will know it just a little bit, so whether it is active or passive. No one wants to be an apprentice to the Lich without being able to do so.

  The old lich didn’t say anything. Just staring at Harding.

  But this kind of calm gaze was obviously more threatening than the old lich’s angry face or savage words, because just a few seconds later, Harding’s face became paler. Sean stood in front of Harding at the right time, blocking the old lich’s gaze on Harding, which made Harding’s almost unbreathable condition finally relieved, but at this time, Sean saw the most subtle. One scene.

  The light radiating from the old lich was biased towards orange, which represented suspicion and scrutiny. But in general it still belongs to the category of neutrality. But at this time. The light from the old lich's body turned bright red, indicating that the old lich had already had some hostility towards Sean, but this hostility did not last long, and soon returned to orange. Red, just a little darker in color.

   Xiao En's brows frowned slightly. In that moment, Xiao En's heart suddenly accelerated, it was a feeling of heart palpitations.

   "Jie Jie Jie." Probably because of the blood contract signed with Cecilia. The old lich laughed suddenly, and the invisible pressure gradually dissipated. He turned his head to look at Cecilia, and said, "If you change your mind, you can find me at any time.... This, just treat it as my gift to you, Jie Jie Jie."

While    said this, the old lich suddenly stretched out his hand a little, and the pale flame on his fingertips instantly shot towards Cecilia's eyebrows at an astonishing speed. This speed is far beyond everyone’s imagination. Even if the people next to you want to stop it, it’s too late. I can only watch this flame instantly blend into Cecilia’s eyebrows after it touches Cecilia’s eyebrows. in vivo.

  At this moment, an extremely powerful magic power burst out from Cecilia's body in an instant-it was a light blue magic vortex visible to the naked eye!

  This vortex directly lifted all Sean and others who were a little closer to Cecilia with an unparalleled powerful impact.

   "Cecilia!" Sean exclaimed, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he stared at the old lich angrily.

  The next moment, Cecilia rushed towards the old lich holding the Black King.

  But almost the moment when Sean started to move, the old lich stretched out his right hand towards Sean, and then Sean immediately felt the feeling of the dark prophet being imprisoned and restricted from moving. And when Harding, Rorty Kabas and others saw this, they immediately launched an offensive towards the old lich, but no matter who they were, almost at the moment when they became hostile to the old lich, they became completely unable to move.

The gray fog gradually filled everyone’s sight. At this moment, everyone discovered that the old lich had been expanding his domain from the beginning, but it was not aimed at everyone, so no one noticed it. .

"Jie Jie Jie, human beings are really troublesome creatures." The old lich's tone was a little bit more disdainful, "Hate will blind your eyes....Does this little girl seem important to you, little guy..." Jie Jie Jie."

   "What did you do to Cecilia!" Sean roared.

"Use your brain a little bit, blind guy." The old lich sneered. At this moment, Sean saw the light from the old lich redden a little, "I signed a blood contract with you. Even I must abide by this law.... Do you think I will do anything to harm that little girl?"

  Hearing the words of the old lich, Sean and others calmed down a bit.

"Furthermore, I have already said that it was a gift I gave her." The old lich laughed strangely again. "Do you think the gift is harming her?... As the little guy said. If it weren’t for the guy who was decisive just now, his soul would have been drawn out by me, but even in this way, he has lost about one-tenth of his soul power. This is not to say that he can be restored by taking a rest."

"So……"

"This is a direct loss. In addition, that guy's magic and mental power have also declined. Even if he wants to recover, it is not an easy task." The old lich continued, but his tone became a little more impatient. "In the words of your world, even if he recovers his strength, he will only become a middle sanctuary.... As for the part he lost... Jie Jie Jie."

  The old Lich’s words are no longer necessary to explain, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Cecilia. (To be continued~^~)