Throne of Magical Arcana

The phantom shattered, and countless black bats flew into the sky, filling the entire hall in an instant, making the knights and werewolves feel heavy eyelids and sluggish thinking. They wanted to lie down on the spot and have a good sleep. The place where the most gathered is the great knight of the blood of the frost giant and Sir Duda.

When Katrina blasted the gate with "Lucien's Big Fireball", Duda's body changed. His burly figure of about 1.9 meters was raised again, his muscles protruded piece by piece, and growths grew on his skin. Black scales, lingering with a touch of blood, his eyes turned red, as if he had lost his mind, leaving only the purest desire to kill and destroy.

"Devil's blood!" Yakov, Anna and the others, who were surrounded by thick blood mist on the altar, saw this scene in a daze.

The blood around Duda blocked the illusory sleeping bat, and two scars with deep bones were cracked on his back, and a pair of black bat wings grew out of it. The pair of wings flapped lightly, causing him to fly up and off the ground, looking down at the hall and the altar.

This is the benefit of demons, devils, and other bloodlines. Even if they are only at the level of a great knight, they can fly at low altitudes and occupy air supremacy!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, shaking the thick blood mist, and quickly swept it away. The minds of the mercenaries such as Anna and Yakov were cleared, as if they had truly woken up from the nightmare , I feel a strong fear of the killing and hatred that filled my heart just now. If I continue like this, I will definitely become a demon who kills my companions!

"Sister Katrina!" Anna exclaimed, because the tall Katrina was standing opposite Duda in the midair of the hall. Flying wildly in the sky, his right hand held a staff inlaid with translucent gemstones, and a thin white mist filled it.

These fogs spread rapidly and were not affected by the "gale wind" in the slightest.

Looking at this unbelievable scene, Anna felt that she was still dreaming, dreaming of the powerful mages in the bard's story, they fly out of thin air, they manipulate the weather, they create flames, they create cold, they are mysterious and terrifying!

The pale mist dissipated, and except near the altar where Anna, Yakov and the others were, the rest of the hall was quickly shrouded in this thin mist.

The werewolves and knights who rushed towards Katrina stood there blankly, their eyes lost their luster, their mouths made a lot of noise, and uncontrollable saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths.

They seem to have lost all the ability to think, leaving only a shell.

Looking at the terrifying werewolf in her eyes and the knight who trembled just because of her will, and became such an idiot just covered in a thin mist, Anna raised her head and stared blankly at the scene in midair: "Katri Sister Na is a magician? And a powerful magician!"

Katrina's current appearance is exactly what she imagined for a magician-except that it is not so sinister.

"Mind fog? An intermediate magician, Katrina is the terrifying magician I met that night..." Yakov has been a mercenary for many years, and he has obtained a lot of magic descriptions from various channels, and has become an official knight Afterwards, he also obtained more information from the Earl of Calcutt, which gave him a new and detailed understanding of spells. In addition, he had worked with official magicians before, so he could roughly judge the spell's performance and effect. What magic is, of course, limited to the more common ones.

Looking at Katrina with blond hair flying in mid-air, watching her being wrapped in a layer of flowing transparent magic runes, watching the black fireball shot by Sir Duda fall on this layer of runes, it did not explode violently, but Absorbed by the runes, Yakov's mind went blank, he was so shocked and frustrated that he couldn't think of anything.

Roar!

The body of the great knight with the blood of the "Frost Giant" swelled, surrounded by countless snowflakes, and a translucent icy halo spread out, driving away the nearby "fog of the mind". A figure in a black shirt, a red coat, and slender white hands with gleaming nails. Then, like plucking a lyre, this figure reached out from behind and gently stroked the "Frost Giant"'s throat.

The faint black air disappeared in a flash, and the thick layer of ice at the throat of the "Frost Giant" melted silently.

ah!

The "Frost Giant" screamed in pain, blood was flowing from his throat, and he waved his giant sword back, but only broke a phantom. He licked it lightly: "The taste of blood is not bad, and there is no toxin."

This perverted behavior is so elegant and natural by him, it seems that he is really tasting the food that his master entertains him.

The "Frost Giant" has terrifying power and is good at all kinds of frost spells. However, it has to be hit to be useful. In front of the Viscount Calendia whose speed and agility completely surpassed the normal fifth-level knight, he is like a The helpless child couldn't hit the opponent no matter what, he was caught twice from time to time, hit by dark spells, and even Viscount Karenldiya took the time to kill the werewolves who turned into "idiots" around him—he Really hate that smell.

Looking at the handsome man below who could only see afterimages and his tyrannical strength, and looking at Katrina who was surrounded by all kinds of strange magic flying above, the fear and worry in Anna's heart disappeared without a trace somehow, and secretly Thinking: "The magician and the vampire are worthy of being the eternal villain combination in the bard's story. They are so suitable and handsome!"

"Fortunately, there is sister Katrina, otherwise..."

She patted her chest thankfully, envious and yearning for Katrina's strength and fighting style.

Although Duda is a level five great knight with the blood of a demon, he is helpless in front of a well-prepared magician, unable to show his strength at all. The magic influence was getting closer and closer to the verge of failure, and every time he attacked, he was either missed by the illusion influence, or blocked by Douglas' spell absorption wall, stone skin spell and other magic, which had no effect.

"I can't go on like this..." Since he is only of the blood of a demon, Du Da barely retained his ability to think during the battle. Seeing that he was in a bad situation and the "Frost Giant" was about to be killed by a vampire, he began to think of ways to get rid of this situation. situation.

Anna who was slightly relaxed, Yakov who was emotionally complicated, and other mercenaries who didn't know why were watching the battle. Suddenly, they were shocked to see Duda grabbed his left arm with his right hand, and tore the entire left arm violently. Come down, and let out a deafening roar.

"What is he going to do?"

"The devil's special ability?"

Shocked, they only saw Duda's left arm explode and turned into flying flesh and blood. The squirming flesh and blood kept neutralizing the thin mist, making them disappear without a trace.

The fog of mind disappeared, and the remaining werewolves and knights recovered their minds. Some attacked Katrina with bows and arrows or magic-like abilities, and some rushed towards Yakov and others wielding extraordinary weapons such as long swords, maces, and clubs. , trying to distract the attention of Katrina and Viscount Calendia.

Under the ferocious aura of the werewolf and the tyrannical will of the knight, the mercenaries trembled, and they didn't even have the strength to hold their weapons, and clanging sounds sounded one after another.

Yakov recovered a bit of knight strength when Duda had no time to control himself, held the long sword tightly, stood in front, and comforted the terrified Anna and the others in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, I will block them, as long as you support a few Ten seconds and Katrina can end the fight."

"Boss, I'll help you." Anna said regardless of her low strength and trembling legs.

At this moment, a cone-shaped crystal light appeared in her line of sight, as if it was made entirely of ice, and where the light swept, several werewolves and knights turned into ice sculptures.

"So strong..." Anna exclaimed in a low voice.

Yakov also had a similar feeling, but his rich experience prevented him from being stunned. He jumped out and hit the ice sculpture.

Crash, several knights and werewolves shattered to the ground, and the light shone like diamonds all over the ground!

"Be careful!" Anna suddenly saw a werewolf sneaking nearby, jumping high, trying to grab Katrina's ankle, so she worriedly and urgently called out a reminder.

Before the words were finished, the werewolf's shadow moved, it hugged the werewolf violently, dragged it into a well of shadow that suddenly appeared, and there was no more sound.

"It's amazing magic..." Anna was so excited by this scene that she almost worshiped magic.

Duda, who was in mid-air, took advantage of this opportunity, flapped his wings, and flew downwards, aiming at the door with the strange patterns painted on it.

Seeing that the door was in sight, he suddenly felt his internal organs tumbling, blood gushing up, dizzy, and fell to the ground.

"Professor's infrasonic resonance?" he thought in panic.

Then, before he could react, the armor and scales covering his whole body turned into red, white, black, gold and other things of different colors with Katrina's finger, some were solid, some were gaseous, and some were liquid!

"Elemental order?"

"Why can she cast spells so quickly, is there no buffer time for casting spells?"

Duda watched in disbelief as his armor and natural defensive scales disappeared. He knew that this was the exclusive spell of "Atom Control" Lucien Evans. It was not surprising that his students could use it. The strange thing was that There is no buffer time between the two spells, so I can't dodge them!

What he didn't notice was that on Katrina's left chest, the beautiful and cold silver moon crest flashed like an electric light.

Then he didn't dare to think too much, dragged his wobbly body and slammed into the patterned door behind him.

In Anna's eyes, Katrina's hair became quiet as the wind subsided. She stretched her right hand forward, and a larger and hotter fireball flew out directly, hitting Duda's vest.

Boom!

Duda was blown to a pulp, but he also knocked open the door. On the other side, Viscount Karenldiya took out a white handkerchief and wiped his palms. In front of him was the staring Frost giant.

The door opened, and there was an altar exactly the same as before, the only difference was that the statue was clearer, it was a dark-skinned handsome demon in human form.

And under the demon stood a young man with a slightly frightened expression. He had all the appearance characteristics of the Vladimir family.

"Viscount Andre?" Anna blurted out, feeling a surge of fear.

Andre shook his head, looking absent-minded: "You shouldn't have come in, you forced me, you forced me..."

"Meet the real culprit behind the scenes so soon?" Viscount Caronaldia threw the dirty white handkerchief on the ground, and said to Katrina a little funny.