Inka Printed out the Shura Field

"..." Sokal fell silent.

Who among the magic card masters in this world can withstand S-level magic.

"If not, you have to do well..."

"Be prepared to sacrifice your life to summon the gods."

The black-robed magician reminded him kindly.

"Of course, not 100% giving your life."

Sokal hesitated.

"You don't have to accept it." The magician said, pressing his hand on the card, "If you are willing to believe in your deck and believe that it can bring you victory, then I am here to congratulate you in advance."

Sokal put his hand on the card.

No card master can refuse the temptation of 16-star cards.

"A great choice." The black-robed magician looked at Sokal coldly and accepted [God of Dreams and Reality Gurstein].

"Give me a good greeting, Finch boy."

"Do you have grievances with the Finch family?"

"Ah, it's not a big grievance." The black-robed magician stood up and said, "It's just that the great Red Moon hates them. But luckily, this damn magic family is finally gone. They The descendants of the descendants did not continue to walk their magical path, but became card masters who wasted their talents in vain. Oh, look at the demeanor of Roger Finch in the invitational tournament. Believe me, the ancestors of the Finch family, Seeing him would crawl out of the cemetery in anger."

The black robe magician left without looking back.

Sokal is on the death list, no doubt about it, but what kind of waves can he make?

He was very happy and looking forward to tomorrow's duel.

Ah, the coming of the gods again, it is exciting to think about.

The black-robed magician felt the bone-chilling coldness of the rain, and walked gracefully into the distance.

He raised his head and felt a movement in front of him.

A man wearing a tall hat and holding a gentleman's stick stood in front of him.

The man adjusted the monocle on his eyes, grinned and said to the black-robed magician:

"Sir, could I take a moment of your time? I wish I could tell you about our Father and Savior..."

045 No, your resistance is too low, right? !

Nessel looked at the man in front of him, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

As a descendant of the strongest magic family of the elves, he has experienced a lot in his long life, especially in the event of the demon god, he has seen many powerful magicians.

But not many people can give him the oppressive force like this person in front of him.

Maybe Ryan Finch is one.

But Ryan Finch is dead.

The remaining powerful magicians either died at the hands of the Demon God, or were disillusioned with the Continent of the Gods, and joined the Magic Glory Society, becoming companions serving Red Moon together.

The rest are lingering.

There may be a few dragons, but he is not afraid.

There may be several elves, but they will not even leave the tree of life without the order of the queen.

There used to be orcs, but they all died in the cleansing of Lake Lue.

As far as the human race is concerned... the only S-rank magician left on the surface is Albert, and he probably won't be able to leave the library of the Royal Groz Academy for the rest of his life.

"This gentleman..."

"What? Are you not interested?" Roger smiled, rubbing the gentleman stick in his hand with his fingers.

Nessel said calmly: "No, sir. It is already the age of magic cards, and belief in gods has long been out of the question."

"God? Oh, my God, are you talking about those bastards that can be dried to death by ordinary creatures? These shameful creatures who usurped the authority of our lord are really hateful and pitiful." Rogge said with a tsk.

"By the way." Without waiting for Nessel to reply, Rogge asked self-consciously, "Speaking of which, have you heard the name of Hobbs?" He told me that we should be able to find here... Red Moon ?Is that the name? "

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

Nessel's heart tightened.

Hobbes' name, he had just heard of it.

But it belonged to the branch of the Shengen Empire, responsible for the sacrifice there, but unfortunately, before that god could recover, he was killed by an enthusiastic citizen passing by.

As a result of the organization's investigation, it was found that he was killed by his own magic.

But no fool would foolishly use [Doll Curse] on himself.So the organization began to speculate on the identity of the other party.

There are not few magics that can rebound magic, but there are only a few magics that can rebound [Doll Curse].

However, in the entire continent, no magician who majored in this magic has been heard of.

The circle of magicians is so big, whether it is a wandering mage who is dissatisfied with the magic ban and defected, or an imperial magician who was recruited to Anxin as a mascot, or a magician who simply believes in the red moon, everyone is more or less familiar with each other. Heard the names, some even recognized them.

However, even Drofox, who has the most connections, doesn't know the existence of such a magician.

This is very mysterious.

"Oh, you know Mr. Hobbs." Nessel suddenly became alert.

"Yeah, I visited his store that day, and he treated me very warmly." Roger exclaimed, "I've never seen such a warm-hearted store owner..."

Before he finished speaking, Rogge saw that Nessel was gone.

Instead, there is a round moon with a bewitching red light.

It is full of seductive magic, as if you can gain supreme power just by embracing it.

Roger blinked.

The red moon suddenly trembled.

A hand full of mucus and eyes suddenly sprang out from inside, grabbing directly at Rogge's face.

Roger shook his head grinningly.

Grab this hand.

After tasting it, he commented: "Unqualified, I don't feel what I should have at all, it's a failure."

This hand seemed to feel the insult, and made a piercing humming sound. Suddenly, a blood-red eye appeared in the center of the palm. Then, the eyes turned into pus and blood, and the stinky black-red liquid fell on the floor, forming a blood-red eye. A puddle of disgusting mud.

A tongue protruded from the wound, growing longer and longer.

Rogge let it wrap itself around.

Shaking his head in disappointment: "No, it doesn't smell like that, unqualified, unqualified."

Nessel looked at Rogge who was "struggling", and was overjoyed in his heart.

I didn't expect my magic to hit so smoothly.

That's right, the magic of the mental pollution system is hard to guard against.

In the entire continent, there are not many magicians who specialize in this area.This is also the reason why the organization sent itself here with confidence.

Because even if you can't beat him, you can still get rid of your opponent with magic.

"Say! Who are you?!"

But now, Nessel felt that he didn't need to run away. The mysterious guy in front of him had obviously sunk in the spiritual realm.

"I am... I am your father..."

Nessel's face changed slightly.

Because in front of him, Rogge's original position had indeed become...his dead father.

He was in a trance for a while, and when he came back to his senses again, he had already returned to the room he had when he was a child.

Beside the stove, my father was leaning over to pack the firewood inside, tearing off my mother's bones one by one, and throwing them into the stove.The mother didn't seem to notice the father's movements at all, lying there, licking the exposed white spine of the father.

At the dining table not far away, my sister-in-law was clearing the table and preparing dinner for tonight.

She took her small intestine, dipped in red blood, and wiped the dirty table.

Nessel saw him as a child, the pink brain was exposed, and the head was randomly placed in the center of the dining table like a decoration.

thump.

It seemed like something had fallen.

Nessel followed the voice.

a womb...

Nesser was in a trance for a while, as if he heard his brother's voice.

"Brother... come and play with me!"

A blood-red hand directly pierced the writhing uterus, and the palm with a strong stench firmly grasped Nessel's face.

He tried to growl.

But can't make any sound.

Rogge walked up to Nessel and said with a smile, "This is the real spirit pollution magic, Mr. Nessel."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nesser rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to rot.

"Fuck!" Rogge quickly canceled the magic, "Hey hey hey! Aren't you playing mental pollution! Why is the resistance so low!"

However, all this has been in vain.

Nessel's corruption has been irreversible.

He sank into the spiritual realm, and his whole body corrupted with it.

In just the blink of an eye, he had already become a mummy.

Rogge deeply felt his lack of experience.