Mystic Dominator

Strictly speaking.

This could be the first time Ronald saw Shesta take the initiative to attack.

Although this cult girl did use her spells in North Quaker before, but at that time, she only brought down a few ordinary people, which was a casual act of canceling the opponent's ability to move.

It is indeed the first time that a life-and-death struggle is really carried out on the mysterious side!

His eyes turned to Shesta.

At this moment, this cult warlock is sprinting towards Stil.

On Shesta's body, key positions such as hands, wrists, feet and ankles, as well as chest and neck. There are magic props with different magic power fluctuations, which are activated by her at the same time.

Combined with my sufficiently powerful magic power level, the power of these apparently different spells and props was peculiarly gathered together to form a spell that looked very strange, but at the same time was quite threatening.

Even judging from Ronald's experience.

This is also quite a rare technique!

"..."

However, this is the moment when the attack is about to be faced.

Stil didn't have any special reaction, and still seized the time to recite the third spell:

"The use of labor power is labor. The purchaser of labor power consumes it, even if its seller labors..."

Snapped--

The moment the third spell was completed, the synchronization under Shesta's feet was a stumble.

The originally indomitable momentum was also directly interrupted.

——It wasn't that she was hurt too badly.

——In the body, that kind of weakness increases the speed again at this moment, and even makes this cult warlock somewhat uncomfortable with the changes in his body.

"..."

"You bastard...what the **** are you doing?"

Spells that can't figure out the details are weakened again and again.

In the face of such an opponent, Shasta, who was interrupted again by the rhythm, directly dispelled the idea of ​​​​competing with him on the strength of spells, and the attack methods just prepared were also canceled in dissatisfaction.

brush--

Then, Shesta's figure faded.

While transforming his body into an energy form, the cult warlock did not forget to take out a ball from his clothes pocket, and it fell heavily on the floor in front of everyone in a blink of an eye.

Boom!

The sphere is broken.

A raging flame of crimson and miserable green erupted from it in an instant.

The violent combustion drives the airflow, and after only a moment, it tightly affects the surrounding airflow, and it spreads in a more violent form in an instant!

"Costat!"

"Sir, I understand."

It's a pity that the situation in the hotel room was somewhat different from what Shasta expected.

Although he didn't buy his own house here, it was Ronald's residence in Entrod after all. Especially under the premise that the service here is very good, he is even less likely to let Shesta use spells to completely destroy this place.

So at this critical moment.

Ronald guided the direction of the explosion in the room with a spell that didn't need to be chanted; Kostat, who was on the side, obeyed the order at the same time, and calmed the place down with his superb airflow control ability.

The final result... Except for the dark scorch marks on many things in the room, the overall structure of the building did not suffer any serious damage.

Only at the location where the bomb exploded for the first time.

Because the ground was exposed to the explosion at the first time, and there was no other protection, a pothole was abruptly blown up.

"..."

"Is that impossible?"

Shesta's unwilling cry blurted out.

At this moment, the cult warlock exists in the room in an incorporeal state, naturally avoiding the explosion that just happened. But even with her own protection spell, Shasta could still feel a little—the weakening continued.

That steady and continuous weakening is happening unshakably in his body!

What are you kidding?

Even modifying the blurring of one's entire human foundation cannot resist, or even delay this erosive effect...

Judging from Shesta's knowledge.

This is absolutely extremely rare, even unheard of!

clang clang-

At this moment, a crisp bell rang from the street outside.

The expressions of everyone in the room also changed.

They all knew what it was—a form of contact used by Entrod agents.

Once the bell rings, it means the event is very urgent.

And it is an incident that needs to be dealt with on the mysterious side!

As long as the Entrod spy heard this voice, they would rush here as quickly as possible to suppress and calm the incident.

"..."

In a quiet hotel room.

Ronald looked around as usual.

Costat was unmoved. She didn't even care about the fight that was taking place at the moment, but turned to deal with the messy room.

Only Shesta and Stil at the heart of the battle.

The two spellcasters were still so nervous.

Among them, Stil frowned, obviously worried about this change, while Shesta made no secret of her happiness.

"Come on! Let's keep playing!"

In fact it is.

For Shesta, the situation is definitely much better now.

The cult warlock had long been allied with the Entrod Secret Service, making the bell a signal of support for her. On the other hand, on Stil's side, as a member of the resistance army, she was born to be absolutely opposed to the current government, and it was incompatible with fire and water!

"..."

What Shesta understands, Stil will only understand more.

I saw Stil tore off the scorched clothes, and the moment the resistance leader's eyes swept across Shesta's body, he had some guesses about this state.

brush--

A commanding action is made.

On the surrounding walls and floors, pale ghosts immediately emerged one by one, and surrounded Shesta in the middle with extreme speed.

After all, the wandering soul is the attack of the spirit state.

Although Shesta's spells can avoid most of the damage, in the virtual world, she is not immune to the soul type.

Just because of maintaining this special state, Shesta fell into the entanglement of ghosts almost instantly.

Although the cult warlock also has plans to clean up the surrounding ghosts.

But Stil is usually more prepared, the number of ghosts that are lurking is very sufficient, and Shesta obviously cannot deal with them all immediately.

"..."

Seeing a steady stream of ghosts, and trapped Shesta in place.

Stil gave Ronald an apologetic look, then turned his head and jumped out of the window sill.

thump--

"Mr. Ronald, it looks like our discussion is coming to an end."

With a goodbye, Stil immediately disappeared into the lake outside the hotel.

The room where Ronald lived was originally in the area with the best views. The balcony was the lake where the water of the waterfall city gathered.

For Stiler, who needs to be transferred immediately.

These are obviously also the best ways to get out.

bang——

As soon as Stil walked away, someone broke into the room where Ronald lived.

Several Entrod agents filed in~www.readwn.com~ One of the leaders looked at Shesta's embarrassed appearance, and then frowned:

"In the end what happened?"

"What just happened here, Mr. Ronald? We felt a very violent fluctuation of magic power!"

Ronald just smiled and pointed at Shesta, who tore the last ghost into pieces:

"It's not really a big deal."

"It's just that the two little girls had a quarrel, and in the end there were some conflicts in action, right?"

Dealing with the spy in front of him like this made Ronald a little happy.

He was a little curious-

Shesta knew what was really going on with Stil, or Raleye knew what happened tonight.

What kind of expression will it be?