Twenty Sided Dice

"The real power is within your reach, why do you want to go to **** to bring reinforcements?" Siegel took a deep breath, took two steps back, and let go of his defensive staff. On the fingers of his hands, the power of different elements condensed at the fingertips, and only two index fingers were empty.

Empty is for better absorption and carrying, so as to become a breeding ground for mantras. Siegel is proficient in elemental energies, but not with the mastery of fireballs or ice storms as the Evocation type does, but as a conjuration-type summoner who masters the purest essence of elemental power.

Ordinary otherworld summons are just projection monsters, and nothing will be left after killing them, and there are special spells that can reverse them. Reese opened the space rift and pulled the devil's body over. Such power is certainly greater, but the process is much more complicated than summoning projection, and the cost is also high.

The act of destroying the space rift requires a lot of mana as a support, which is twice the result with half the effort. While not beyond Siegel's reach, he has new ideas to try. With the help of Myr's energy core, he has tested the power of elemental aggregates many times, and he has gained a lot of experience in this regard, but he has never used it in battle.

"It is said that the devil's constitution has good resistance to many elements." Siegel said with a smile: "But I have always been curious, whether it is resistant to elemental spells or the elements themselves. I guess they should not be The elements isolate the physique."

Siegel flicked his index finger, and a rainbow ray hit the devil's right shoulder. No sound, no light, no explosion, no movement. The devil was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "What kind of magic are you. Tickle? Even a magic ray of ice will leave a white mark. Are you using illusion?"

"Look closely. Red-skinned idiot." Siegel pointed. Just as he thought. Pure elementals can avoid the devil's spell resistance when there is no spell structure. Just as spell resistance is not immune to non-spell fire and ice, or non-spell-made acid and poison. Resistance is against the spell, not the element itself.

Siegel casts pure elements, but instead of simply launching them, he makes them attract and entangle each other, and converge at designated locations. He made elemental aggregates at a fixed point, but this time he put the construction in the devil's body.

A bulging bulge emerges from the devil's shoulder. Even the skin was transparent, but the devil still felt no pain at all. The absence of pain frightened him, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Not only the devil, but also Reese stopped temporarily and looked at the effect of this spell with curiosity.

Elemental aggregates began to twist, but there was no follow-up force to follow up, and it was difficult to maintain a stable form. The first thing to be thrown out is the power of the element of air, which is the lightest, so it caused a bulging bag. The three elements also have a chance to form stable structures when the fire element is thrown. A violent elemental reaction occurred immediately.

The frantic energy of the four elements burst out, blasting outwards in the devil's body. A fist-sized sphere of flesh and blood appeared on the devil's right shoulder. Mighty bodily tissue plays little role in the face of elemental aggregates.

"Yes, it has the effect of cracking, and has the prototype of material annihilation, just like the Myr energy nucleus." Siegel is still a leisurely appearance doing magic experiments, focusing on tasting the power of his new method. "I've always wanted to know what kind of power the Myr core will be when it collapses, but I haven't really tried it. Just a little element aggregate can blow up like this, and the Myr core can't take the entire Heim territory. Razed to the ground."

The devil's flesh wriggled, trying to heal and regenerate. Where would Siegel give him this chance, little by little with his index finger, he shot five identical rays, hitting different positions on the devil's body. After a while, several large buns swelled up, and the devil shouted in horror, slashing over with the flaming long sword in his hand, trying to cut these big buns. He successfully cut off two on his chest and arms, but what about the one on his head, do you want to head yourself?

With a loud roar, he immediately fled into the space rift. Once he returned to hell, he would be able to change his form, abandon the "infected" part, and rely on his powerful body recovery ability to survive. In the cracks of the space rift, he can't do anything, which is too bad for him.

The devil wanted to run away, and Siegel didn't pursue it, because it was no match. Reese is not stupid, and he will definitely not waste his power to maintain the space rift. The two mages immediately entered the second round of confrontation.

"Heavy Mists!" Reese yelled, folded hands forward. A thick gray fog filled the entire room in an instant. Every drop of water in the fog weighed several kilograms, so the fog was so heavy that it was enough to restrain the movement and break the spine. The sound of things being crushed was everywhere in the laboratory, and various reagents and materials were mixed together and turned into useless waste flowing on the ground. Reese believed that Siegel must be trapped, and it was difficult to even raise his hands and look up, let alone cast spells.

That peculiar ray is really powerful, even the devil can be easily killed. The poor fellow was blown to smithereens before he could fully return to hell, only before he could send a vicious curse on its summoner via psychic connection. Reese didn't worry about this level of curse at all, but he didn't want to try the power of the ray with his own body.

This is definitely a new spell, and it's hard to resist relying on the existing defense spell system. The mage can deal with all situations. This sentence is a compliment to the mage, but it is a bit exaggerated. It should be that the mage can deal with all "known" situations. In the face of the unknown, no matter how good a spellcaster is, he needs to investigate and research, and then there will be a way to deal with it.

Because the water droplets here are very heavy, their impact on the light is different from usual, so the vision is seriously disturbed in the heavy fog. The effects of spells that rely on vision, including True Vision, will be greatly reduced, and other means must be used.

"Spider Senses!" Reese would use Heavy Mist, and was prepared. He casts a spell to increase his tremor perception. Like a spider entrenched in the center of the silk. Siegel's body movement. Even the vibrations from the beating of the heart. Will pass through the ground and be caught by Reese.

But when he finished casting the spell, he couldn't find Siegel's figure. Within the range of his tremor perception, there was only the vibration of the crushed potion constantly dripping to the ground. Eliminate all impossible explanations, and the remaining possibilities, no matter how bizarre, should be the results.

Could he be able to fly in heavy fog? Reese can't believe it. Spider senses can only feel the vibrations from solid bodies, and cannot know the changes in the air, but this defect should be made up with the cooperation of heavy fog?

Reese pondered for a second on whether to remove the heavy fog spell, but it was still difficult to decide. Too many weird things happened today. It's not good for you to go on fighting. He began chanting the spell to disarm the dimensional anchor spell that controlled his ability to move through space, and then left the place to fight another day.

"You can't leave here." Siegel's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, but there was no information from the tremor perception in that place. Reese ignored it, following Xu pulled out the space anchor chain. "You can't get away." Siegel's voice came from in front of him again, then over his head, even under his feet. "Don't you understand yet? I also know the spell that Knox knows in common. Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"This...all of this is fake?" Reese looked around, all the spells in his hands failed because of fear. What a terrible thing it is to be controlled by someone's mind. How could Reese not understand? He wasn't ignorant of the spells of the Knox Commons, all sorts of weird tricks. A means of completely controlling the soul and mind of a person... Reese had seen the walking dead under control, and he didn't want that tragic thing to happen to him.

"I don't believe it." Reese shouted, "I didn't get hit, you're lying to me!"

As soon as his voice fell, the surrounding heavy fog was all dissipated after a burst of light, and Siegel hovered quietly in front of him. He was indeed flying, and Reese gasped. How did he do it?

In an instant, Reese recited four slaying spells, and lightning and flames flew to the place where Siegel appeared, which was enough to destroy a house. The magic hit Siegel and then passed through without having any effect on him. Siegel's figure reappeared from another place. The spell hit the wall and there was a violent explosion. But in the heat of the flames, Reese still felt cold.

"I'm Siegel, what can't happen?" said the young mage flying in the air: "Knox was destroyed in my hands, the great cause of the elves came to an abrupt end in front of me, and even Knox in the void came to an abrupt end. I can't do anything to the master. What you have, blood magic and mind control are just part of my ability. As long as I want, I can use the infinite elemental power to cast Knox's spells, and one person can Recreate the emotional magic circle of the Crimson Spire! Of course you don't know how you got hit, because you are far inferior to me."

"You enter my head, then this is my home ground, and I can call everything!" Reese shouted: "I will make the whole world available to me, deprive you of your abilities, and prevent you from casting spells! In my heart , I only need a very small amount of power to move the ball, and you will fail with me! Even if I destroy only one of your spiritual projections, I will not let you take my free spirit!"

"You're right, you can miscalculate a little." Siegel landed on the ground and pointed around: "You can't mobilize anything here, because this is not your mind, but mine. I Cut off a small piece of your soul at a time and bring it in, over and over again, and eventually I will get the information I want from you."

"This is impossible!" Reese roared frantically, constantly casting magic. The image of Siegel in the air was gone again, and the magic passed through and exploded in the room, before Siegel appeared again. Reese realized that he had done useless work again, and finally believed that this was not his home court. He looked at Siegel with red eyes and said breathlessly, "You cut off my soul, how many times?"

"This is the sixth time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You've used similar tactics six times, and it's nothing new to me," Siegel said. Although I know the techniques of the Knox Common Club, this is the first time I have used the technique of cutting souls, and I am still a little unskilled and waste a lot. By the way, your Gum Warrior spell also has soul-cut components, which I just learned to use. How, how does it feel to put it on yourself? "

"How many more cuts can I take?"

"I don't know, I think it's not a technical problem, but my patience." Siegel said: "I have a grudge against the Temple of Murder, I don't like you but I don't have a grudge against you. In fact, you let me Vent it out, and then throw it to the executive body of the federation—the Security Council—that’s it, why become a deadly loyalist to the murderous god?”

Reese roared a few times, and finally lowered his shoulders helplessly, and said, "What do you want to know?"

"I hope your answer is the same as your last piece of soul, save me from cutting it." Siegel's smile fell into Reese's eyes, an indescribable horror. He instantly understood the emotions of his subjects when they saw him. To be continued.

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