Demon Royal Family

Niebuldan shuttled through the clouds, and it had been three days since Ivo left the Harricon line.

Dragons have the ability to fly for long periods of time, and their wide dragon wings can easily glide through the air without any effort.

The communication badge in his arms suddenly vibrated. Ivo took out the badge and was slightly startled. This was the badge left to him by Black Lion and he had almost never used it.

Turning on the badge, the voice of the Black Lion came out.

"Where are you?"

Ivo looked at the moon and said, "I'm in the sky."

"...I have something for you, come to me."

The Black Lion left a position, not too far away.

Ivo looked curious. This was the first time the Black Lion had contacted him. What did this unfathomable Mimic tribesman want from him?

With a slap on the dragon's horn, Ivo communicated with Nebuldan through half of the dragon soul in his body. The frost dragon spread its wings and changed its flight direction.

After the dragon knight tames the dragon clan, he also communicates through the dragon soul. The communication is only instantaneous, which is equivalent to a heart-to-heart connection. Ivo is half a dragon knight. His fighting style is not suitable for riding, and Niebuldan is too big.

The arrogant and dangerous dragons are extremely difficult to tame, resulting in very few dragon knights in the world, but they are all powerful. If they are in harmony with the dragon soul, they will have part of the dragon blood, which can enhance their physical fitness. Most dragon knights are invincible at the same level.

The Mimic bloodline is extremely overbearing, and the dragon soul cannot transform Ivo's body. The Mimic bloodline is highly malleable, but it is based on active devouring. In addition, no matter whether it is "polluting" blood, such as vampires, werewolves, or dragons, Even a very high bloodline cannot affect the Mimic.

Overall there are gains and losses.

Nebuldan landed in a forest. The wind pressure brought by his wings caused the trees to fall down, and the leaves made frequent rustling sounds.

The moonlight splashed among the treetops.

Ivo jumped off the dragon and looked around the environment. The trees were twenty or thirty meters high, stretching endlessly like a forest sea. This is the Cyberwood Forest located on the High Stone Plain. It is said that there are a large number of wild beasts inhabiting it, and there are even rumors that dark elves are haunted. .

"Why are we meeting here?" Ivo looked strange. Nebuldan's pressure drove away the surrounding creatures, but the densely packed huge paw prints on the trees meant that the Cyberwoodland was not as safe as it seemed.

Lao De suddenly appeared and said: "There is a breath of magic power."

Ivo wrinkled his nose and smelled a different smell. He suddenly turned around and saw a figure standing quietly a hundred meters behind him, hidden in the darkness among the trees, half of his body illuminated by the moonlight.

This is a man wearing a mage's robe, with a strange metal mask on his face, exuding a faint aura of mana, and the leaves around him are slowly circling on the ground.

"Who are you?"

Ivo pulled out Motos and bowed his body slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce, looking at the opponent warily. He could feel the cold hostility in the air, and the intruder was not good.

The masked mage suddenly raised his hand, and invisible waves spread. There were roars of wild beasts in the distance, and the sounds of galloping beasts approached quickly. Soon, shadowy beast shadows jumped out from the dark woods, in a steady stream, The beast's pupils were blood red, and it was full of imitation madness. Even Niebuldan's dragon power could not drive them away.

"Psychic witchcraft that controls beasts." Ivo's heart jumped, and he quickly threw Metos, and the red spear flew towards the masked mage.

Metos' [Flashback] and [Red Thunder] are Ivo's biggest weapons against mages, and they have never let him down.

This time, an exception was made!

When the red spear was thirty centimeters away from the masked mage, an arc-shaped stream of light flashed in the air, like an activated shield. With a bang, the red spear wiped out a spark in the air, which was deflected and penetrated. A few trees.

The Masked Mage is surrounded by an invisible barrier.

Ivo's eyes shrank, and a look of deep fear flashed through his eyes.

Carry a protective shield!

White-robed wizard!

The ability of low-level and mid-level mages to deal with surprise attacks is very weak. Before summoning a shield, the mage's weak body can easily be severely damaged.

But for senior mages, close combat and encounter combat are no longer shortcomings. Similar to the qualitative changes when the three melee professions are upgraded, when a mage enters the seventh ring/seven stars, his mana will undergo qualitative changes.

The brain is the source of mana. A low-level mage forms a nebula-like cyclone, an intermediate mage is like a whirlpool, and a high-level mage can solidify mana to form a solid like a beast's soul crystal, which is called a magic crystal.

The more solid the quality of the mana, the stronger the magic power. For the same fireball technique, the power of the white-robed wizard is more than ten times that of the black-robed wizard.

After the magic crystal is formed, the highly condensed mana will automatically generate an invisible shield to protect the mage's body. It exists at all times and will not disappear even when sleeping and meditating. It has strong defense.

Every high-level mage is a magic tank, taking into account both attack and defense power.

White-robed wizards and truth magisters all belong to the category of senior mages.

Facing the senior mage, Metos no longer has an advantage.

Ivo cursed his bad luck. He didn't know the origin of the Masked Mage at all. This battle was inexplicable. He drew out the Wind Chaser's double swords, spun his steps, and avoided a brown wolf that rushed towards him. With a backhand stroke, the blade passed by. Blood spurted out from the brown wolf's belly, and the brown wolf was disemboweled.

"Go deal with that mage!" Ivo ordered Niebuldan. The dragon family has extremely high resistance to magic and is the nemesis of the mage.

The frost dragon flapped its wings and flew towards the masked mage at low altitude.

The herd of beasts like a tide surged toward Ivo. He danced with his two swords, and the cold and cold sword light illuminated the night. His movements were neat and elegant. With one twist of the two swords, he easily cut through the strong muscles of the beasts, showing off his elf. The power of swordsmanship.

The air blades bursting out from the Wind Chaser's double swords increase his attack range. After cutting down a beast, the white cold sword energy splashed can cut many beasts behind. [Extreme Speed] increases the speed of swinging the sword. About half of it was like a flash of light, and the series of slashes looked like a knife. The beast was unable to dodge or defend at all, and blood spattered three feet.

Niebuldan used his huge body to crush him, but the masked mage remained unafraid. There was a staff in his hand, and the gem on the top of the staff shone brightly. Water-like ripples suddenly appeared in the air within ten meters around him, like a fluctuating lake surface. Grabbed by the huge dragon claws, the air rippled violently like water. The environment inside was twisted and broken, including the masked mage's body, which seemed to be cut into three parts by the ripples.

However, just like the water surface will eventually return to calm, the air within ten meters gradually stopped fluctuating and returned to its original appearance, including the masked mage's body, unscathed.

Nebuldan's attack was ineffective, and its power disappeared without a trace. Outside the ten-meter area, there were traces of dragon claws on the ground, as if the ten-meter area was completely in another space.

"You are unlucky," the old man gloated. "You have met the most difficult mysterious mage."

"You're laughing!" Ivo said with a black line on his forehead.

Mystery is the weirdest magic, with all kinds of weird abilities emerging in endlessly. Every mystery wizard is the most difficult opponent.

Niebuldan sprayed out dragon breath, and the ten-meter area of ​​the masked mage fluctuated again without stopping. Gradually, broken cracks appeared on the edge of the ten-meter area, which was a sign that the spell was about to be broken.

The masked mage suddenly raised his staff and uttered spells like a barrage of words. The gem on the top of the staff shone brightly, and Ivo subconsciously squinted his eyes.

After a while, the bright light faded, and Ivo slowly opened his eyes. What he saw in front of him suddenly stunned him.

The herd disappeared, the masked mage disappeared, and the trees disappeared. There was only the boundless white wilderness in front of him, and a black full moon hanging high in the sky. There was no object nearby that could refer to time, like a solid white world.

Nebuldan was lying on the side, shaking his head from side to side, as if he suspected an illusion.

The only creature beside Ivo was the familiar Nebuldan, and nothing else.

"Lao De, are you mentally disturbed?"

"No, this is not an illusion. You may have fallen into another dimension." Lao De's tone was rare and solemn, "Is this... the beginning of space?"

…

In the Cyberian Woodland, the masked mage drove away the mad beasts with a wave of his staff.

Both Niebrdan and Ivo had disappeared.

The black lion appeared behind the masked mage and said slowly: "Where are they?"

The masked mage lowered his head and said respectfully: "Sir, they were hit by my [Dark Moon] and have fallen into that space."

Black Lion stared at him, "...you did a good job."

He took out a thin gray needle with a strange aura lingering on it. Black Lion handed the gray needle to the masked mage, "After he enters the [stripping] channel, nail the spirit-fixing needle to him."

"Understood."