From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

The so-called elemental storm, in essence, is no different from the elemental rampage. It is a natural phenomenon caused by the instability of elements in a specific area.

But the only difference is that elemental rampage is a natural disaster that cannot be suppressed and observed. As long as this phenomenon occurs, it must be a disaster.

The elemental storm is an observable phenomenon, and its spread is relatively small. Moreover, according to the records in the magic book, the elemental storm is just a natural element formed by an abnormal number of elements in the same space. The natural shunting mode that occurs due to the load, that is, the purely act of dispersing the elemental content.

Of course, it is because of understanding this principle that some talented mages have also developed an ultimate wind magic, also called elemental storm, but if you want to launch a magic of this scale, you need to put in a lot of effort and effort. Magic is hard to estimate.

Therefore, when Falcao said that he artificially created a storm of capital elements, Moni seemed to think that this was his own auditory hallucination.

"Teacher, you said that Ling Fei is casting a forbidden spell... magic?"

Moni asked again, she couldn't believe it.

"Forbidden magic?"

Falcao froze, then shook his head violently:

"No, no, no, Moni, this is not forbidden magic. Even if your little lover is capable, she can't have such powerful magic power and the powerful spiritual power to control forbidden magic."

Having said that, the old mage suddenly tilted his head, sensed it, and added:

"Um... I have to say that your little boyfriend is still a little level. His mental strength is indeed a bit abnormal, although it is a little bit worse than mine... Huh? Mo Ni, why do you look so ugly? "

After boasting for a while, Falcao finally noticed Moni's flushed face and angry eyes.

Little lover... little boyfriend... These embarrassing words seem to be taken for granted from the mouth of this old mage, but for Mo Ni, an eighteen-year-old girl with a special status, it is always a matter of embarrassment. The red-faced thing.

However, this old man actually said it so clearly in front of so many people, as if something had really happened to the two of them, which made Mo Ni more angry while shy.

"I said teacher, can you stop talking nonsense, I have nothing to do with Lingfei?"

The girl protested angrily.

Falcao looked at his little apprentice with a half-smile:

"It really doesn't matter?"

"real!"

"Are you sure you have nothing to do with each other?"

"Well, my relationship with him is a friend. Besides that, there is also the relationship between the head of the family and the elder, and there is nothing else."

The old mage seemed to finally believe what Mo Ni said, but suddenly sighed, and said with some regret:

"Hey, it's boring, girl Mo Ni, you have to work harder, it's hard to find such a promising man."

"Master!!"

The old mage wanted to continue teasing his students, but suddenly a violent shock wave was set off from the control platform again, mixed with the smoke and dust, and everyone had to squint their eyes.

"Bah... bah! It's so powerful. It seems that the elemental storm has already formed. Next, we will take a look at your love... Well, your Elder Ling Fei has a certain ability to control this elemental storm." That’s right, if we’re lucky, I think our little lives might be saved.”

After seeing the girl's cannibalistic eyes, Falcao wisely became a lot more serious, and commented seriously.

Mo Ni blocked the wind and sand with her hands, looked at the four-color wind column rising into the sky, and said worriedly:

"I hope so."

The sudden stagnation of the enchantment freed all the trapped members of the guard team, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It can be said that at that moment, everyone almost walked in front of the god of death, although not I know why the enchantment suddenly stopped, but this is indeed good news for everyone.

The frightened people no longer dared to stay in the outer courtyard for half a second. They supported each other and ran to the door. The fifteen poor sorcerers were dragged behind, because the magic power of their bodies was exhausted. They were almost exhausted, but none of them showed anger, and everyone's face showed the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.

Contra's eyebrows were all wrinkled together. Although this luck did not cause any major damage, the morale of his subordinates has been exhausted. If they are forced to charge for the fourth time, it may not only be ineffective, but also appear. Feel guilty.

Although he is a big bastard, and his level of military management is not high, he can still see some basic situations clearly, so he ordered with a big wave of his hand:

"Everyone rests on the spot, surround them first, and fight when the reinforcements arrive. They can't escape anyway."

When the little boss under his command heard what Contra said, he was completely relieved. They were really afraid that the old man would let the brothers charge up again, and some people would really run away by then.

In fact, Contra himself was secretly thinking of luck. When he saw the magic imprint on the ground, his heart was already cold. He never thought that the Kurnier family would have such a killer element enchantment. If If the elemental barrier had been successfully activated just now, at least half of his manpower would have been lost, and the mage team might have been wiped out. If such serious consequences had really occurred, he didn't know how to explain to Fan Helsing.

Wiping off his cold sweat secretly, Contra looked at the face in the inner courtyard of the Kunier family, and became more ferocious. Naturally, he put all the responsibility on the Kunier family. At this moment, he has already Having made up his mind, once he breaks through the defense line of the Kunier family, he will give an order to let the members of the Kunier family kill everyone!

"Ah, ah, what is that? What a strong elemental fluctuation!"

Suddenly, the mage who thought he was exhausted pointed in one direction and shouted in horror.

Contra frowned. He was very displeased with this group of soft-legged shrimps who are usually arrogant and useless at the critical moment. Now that the army is suddenly disturbed here, he really wants to punch them Blow his head off.

But I still resisted this impulse, sensed the place where the thinker pointed, and then turned around and laughed loudly: