The sun is high

The deterrence brought by the sword-wielding hermits lies not only in their inhumanly powerful fighting power, but also in their own temperament.

A temperament that is more ruthless than swords, magic and guns.

It's like the statues of knights holding giant swords in the city stepped down from the pedestal and ran across the road.

And now, under the majestic rain, a majestic and tall body is standing silently in the center of the street. The robe on his body and the armor covered by the robe are engraved with a large number of basic ritual patterns. Among these magic patterns, Under the combined action of , an invisible barrier made of magical power enveloped the body of the sword-wielding hermit. Therefore, when the rain fell, it would separate beside the silent figure and follow the path. Transparent walls slide down.

The image of this sword-wielding hermit is not much different from the other one Xiuge saw before. The difference between the two is that the current one does not wear a metal mask, but has a mask with countless scars, just like A dull face like a stone carving.

On this face, there is a pair of eyes with a cold luster, and at this moment, these eyes are staring at the magic pendulum hanging under the fingers, which is constantly swinging back and forth.

Unlike those cheap products that are provided to guards and police officers and can only capture obvious traces of magic, this kind of magic pendulum specially provided to sword-wielding hermits is often deliberately made into the shape of a sea snake with fine scales connected end to end.

In the ancient legend of Merlin Lehe, the thin-scaled sea serpents, who are elegant and extremely intelligent, can feel the smallest magic fluctuations in the ocean, and the invisible spiritual ocean that connects all creatures in Vanen can also feel the same. can be sensed by it.

The magic pendulum is shaped like this in the hope that the sword-wielding hermits, who are the sharp blades of the Law Council, can accurately capture and distinguish all magical anomalies, just like the thin-scaled sea snakes hunting, and accurately serve the Law Council. Find all the traitors and wild mages and eliminate these unstable elements.

"Click... click..."

The magic pendulum swayed steadily. With a slight sound, the faint traces hidden in the moist water vapor were finally successfully captured by the magic pendulum. The fine-scaled sea snake carvings coiled into a ring began to rotate slowly, as deep as sea water. Magical radiance slowly flowed out from the sea snake-shaped pendulum, they suspended in the surroundings, and gradually spread out under the rain curtain.

As this blue light expanded and spread, those invisible traces finally appeared.

It was a weak and almost invisible magical line. The sword-wielding hermit squinted slightly. He saw this thin line extending all the way along the wide road, and finally drifted into a dark room. In the store.

"Got you."

A hoarse voice came from under the hood.

The silent law enforcer slowly turned around and slapped the magic book on his waist three times with the palm of his right hand, such as "Blade Protection", "Evil Spell Protection", "Arrow Deflection" and "Sensitive Perception" A series of stream-level and raindrop-level basic protection and auxiliary magic were immediately applied to the sword-wielding hermit. For a moment, the luster of these magics connected with each other and finally disappeared into the burly body.

After that, the sword-wielding hermit took out the long sword that he carried with him and added a large amount of magic silver to it, and then walked towards the store.

The clothing store was naturally dark, but neither the darkness nor the huge patterned glass windows had any influence on the sword-wielding hermit. Through the darkness, he accurately judged the contents of the clothing store. situation, so he no longer hesitated, immediately tore off a magic book page and pressed it firmly against the wall of the store.

A strange and spectacular scene occurred.

In a sudden tremor, the huge glass window and door of the store fell apart in the blink of an eye. However, this destructive action that should have made a huge noise did not make even a single sound. Broken glass shards, wood fragments and The masonry powder slowly flew out under the influence of different magics. Among these flying dust, the sword-wielding hermit stepped into the ravaged store with heavy but silent steps.

He put away the magic pendulum. At this time, he no longer needed its help. This body that had taken countless magic potions and endured countless rituals had clearly sensed an unfamiliar magic wave. Like many of the new wild mages he had hunted in the past, they were disorderly, chaotic, and had an alluring smell called panic and fear.

Past experiences and repressed daily life have almost wiped out all the ordinary desires of the sword-wielding hermits. It is precisely because of this that they are always obsessed with fighting different enemies, because only when they encounter their own goals and prey can they Give them enough stimulation, and it is precisely because of this that a considerable number of sword-wielding hermits are always addicted to using various methods to torture and kill those who dare to offend and disobey Merlin Lehe.

The best targets are those wild mages who have just mastered magic and are unable to fight against the sword-wielding hermits and only want to escape.

The burly figure took a step deeper into the store, and a ferocious smile immediately appeared on the ugly face covered with scars. The sword holder immediately locked his target, which was the stairs on one side of the store. Obviously His target had already fled to the second floor.

He took a deep breath and strode towards the stairs. He couldn't wait to see the hiding rat nailed to the wall with his sword. By then, he could break it like he did in the past. He cut his flesh bit by bit with a knife, put the summoned magic maggots into the wounds, and used spiritual interrogation to suck away the last bit of sanity from him while he was crying...

However, the moment the sword-wielding hermit stepped onto the stairs, a thin figure suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. As the figure raised his palm, the magic in the air immediately began to surge, and the shrouded The darkness in him trembled as if it had life.

The Touch of Charron, regarded as "the manifestation of the will of Poseidon", rushed towards the sword-wielding hermit on the stairs like a black wave. These tentacles emerging from Shuge's palm seemed to have their own Like a will, they dispersed in mid-air. Three of them pounced on the waist and legs of the sword-wielding hermit, and two of them wrapped around the target's arms respectively. Hard horny material emerged from the ends of the remaining tentacles. Wrapped in this layer of horny shell, these tentacles immediately turned into spears that could pierce the human body, rapidly piercing the various vital points of the sword-wielding hermit.

However, as a spellcaster in the Law Council, the sword-wielding hermit showed a completely different side of himself from ordinary mages at this moment.

The long sword in his hand suddenly raised and slashed hard against the black tentacles rushing towards him.

The sword blade, which was melted with a large amount of precious magic-killing silver, exerted an extremely astonishing effect at this moment. These menacing magic tentacles began to collapse on the spot the moment they touched the blade. However, in the blink of an eye, those who tried to pierce from the front The tentacles on the sword-wielding hermit's body had all turned into black powder.

The smile on the sword-wielding hermit's face became more and more distorted. He took a step forward and continued to slash with the sword in his hand, trying to completely tear away the magic used by the opponent to block him. However, at this moment, he felt serious resistance and lowered his head. Looking over, he saw two tentacles extending from the side that had wrapped around his legs and feet at some point, so the sharp blade in his hand immediately changed direction and cut off the tentacles that dared to block him on the spot.

But that's not all.

More tentacles appeared in response to the call of the caster, and they rushed out towards the target in front of them. Even if they dissipated under the restraint of the Demonic Silver, they would try their best to hinder the opponent's progress, or they would try their best to hinder the opponent's progress. Before it dissipates, thrust forward as hard as you can, trying to cause more damage to your target.

The sword-wielding hermit was vaguely aware of something strange. He realized that the power of the magic used by the opponent was not very powerful, but the properties displayed were completely different from ordinary raindrop-level and stream-level magic. You must know that even those complex magic Summoning magic will also collapse due to disturbance the moment it encounters a large amount of magic silver.

But these tentacles are different.

Although they are unable to fight against the Demonic Silver, they will only start to collapse when they come into contact with the sword blade. Moreover, each of these tentacles seems to be an independent individual. No matter whether they are slashing or smashing, there is no way to deal with it. They create an effective choke!

"Interesting guy."

After realizing that his prey was extraordinary, the sword holder immediately roared and danced fiercely with the long sword in his hand. The broad and sharp blade forcibly tore a gap among the tentacles. He lunged forward, relying on The magic attached to the body used brute force to forcefully tear off one of the tentacles trying to restrain itself, and then rushed towards the position where the wild mage was standing.

However, Shuge had already left the place.

After using most of his magic power and forcibly releasing a large amount of Charron's Touch, Shuge immediately gave up his original vantage point. He quickly retreated to the other end of the second floor of the store and pushed open the window with all his strength. .

Rolling thunder and thick water vapor immediately rushed into the room. Amidst the raindrops that hit his face, Xiuge took out a metal ball from his pocket with trembling hands.

Now, his life and death had completely depended on this alchemical bomb that he could not trust at all.

"A whole basket of fresh hair from the swamp witch... don't let me down in exchange for such a stinking odor."

Xiuge turned his head and saw that the burly figure filled with a sense of oppression had arrived on the second floor of the store. He immediately stopped hesitating and pressed down hard on the metal mechanism on the alchemy bomb with his thumb.

A metallic crisp sound came from Xiuge's palm, and the power contained in this alchemical bomb immediately began to operate. Countless fine and dangerous green fluorescent lines appeared on the originally silver-gray smooth metal ball. , these ugly lines quickly spread towards the surface of the ball with the machine as the center, and in just two breaths, the alchemy bomb was almost completely filled.

"Wild Mage..."

"You're so stupid!!"

A dull sound came from the stairs, but Shuge was too lazy to respond. He waved his hand vigorously and threw the alchemy bomb that had begun to vibrate violently into the center of the room. Then he turned over and climbed up to the second floor window, just like that. Heavy rain poured down toward the street outside.

There was no roar, no fire or air waves.

None of the images that fit Xiuge's imagination of the "explosion" happened.

Xiuge fell towards the street, relying on the improvement brought by magic power to this weak body. He rolled a little embarrassedly on the rain-filled road. Just as he was about to turn over and get up, he suddenly felt a sense of self. There was a terrifying tremor in the air.

An extremely pungent and terrifying smell rushed out from the two-story building. At the same time, through the flash of lightning in the night sky, Shuge caught a glimpse of a terrifying scene that completely exceeded his expectations.

In this clothing store, large groups of black shadows squirmed and exploded. They seemed to fill the entire building in an instant, but that was not the end. There was a stench that was enough to make people suffocate on the spot. In the breath, these terrifying curly hairs are like overflowing water, rapidly extending along all possible breaches. The windows on the second floor and the breaches in the walls on the first floor have become their chosen targets.

Xiuge cursed in his heart. Such a scene was too horrifying. Seeing the indescribable large clumps of hair exuding a terrifying stench spreading towards the area where he was standing, he did not dare to continue. Stayed in place.

In this case, no matter whether the sword-wielding hermit could survive such an environment, Xiuge was destined to have no way to check. He just felt sorry for the precious magic supplies and equipment that the other party carried. Then he immediately ran towards the end of the street.

The weather effects brought by "Poseidon's Roar" are continuous. This heavy rain will continue all night. Amidst the rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning, the black substances that are nine-tenths of the same as the swamp witch's hair are still slowing down. They stretched out like the greedy roots of some kind of plant, constantly drilling into any gap that could accommodate themselves. Finally, after completely covering the entire store and a large area of ​​​​the street in front of the store, this terrifying The changes slowly stopped.

This night in Salem City is destined to be silent.

Everything was covered up under the thunderstorm. No one knew what happened on the street near the Legal Committee's residence. When other spell casters from the Legal Committee came following the distinct wave of magic power, At that time, all they could see was a house filled with foul-smelling black hair.