Twenty Sided Dice

The door of the laboratory was originally closed, but there was a "click" sound, and the keyhole was closed. The slight voice was abrupt and clear in the silent room, and Reese raised his head and looked in the direction of the door with puzzled eyes.

"Strange, which assassin would do such a thing and lock the door?" Reese waved his hand, first cast a defensive shield on himself, and then stood up from his seat.

The seat shone brightly, and the dimensional anchor spell manifested into three silver chains that caught his waist and blocked the ability to teleport in space.

"Who! Who did it?" With a wave of Reese's hand, he summoned the summoning staff he placed in the corner. Those who use this staff only need to use their thoughts to use the devil as a helper, which is very convenient. Reese stared at Siegel and said viciously, "You've been in the lab, who came in and did all this?"

"It's me." Siegel replied with a smile: "I broke free from the chain, pulled out the dagger, cast magic, and set a spell. Now you are only left to be destroyed."

"What a big joke." Reese cast detection magic, but there were already many magic items in the laboratory, and it was difficult to tell which one was a spell and which one was magic equipment. Suddenly, the entire laboratory was illuminated by a burst of colorful dazzling light, and Reese was caught off guard, caught in his eyes, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover it.

He would be a fool if he didn't know he was being attacked. He chanted a spell, and seven or eight protective spells lit up from his body, each of which could win a situation. Living in an assassin's nest all day long, he has long been prepared to deal with a sneak attack, and he can't just sit back and relax just because he is "still useful".

Siegel had expected this, and he turned the light on Reese without being affected. Although the magic protection on Reese basically works at the same time. But in fact there is a precedent. Siegel focused, recognizing the protective spells he was using, what they were all about. In what order to protect. Knowing this will give him a great advantage in spell duels.

Siegel shook his hands and feet slightly. freed from the shackles. At the same time, the conjuration energy ball he had ambushed in advance flew out from the corner of the room and attacked according to his order. Spells and spells cancel each other out, and elements have similar effects. Siegel chanted the incantation in a soft voice, and began to crack Reese's protective spell layer by layer.

Reese opened his eyes alertly, and he looked in amazement at the naked* test subject standing on the cold floor. He exclaimed, pushed down the chair and staggered back, looking around.

"Are you looking for this?" Siegel picked up the obsidian dagger. There is still light flashing on the hilt of the smelting silver: "Seal: Elemental casting, this is something that can decide the outcome."

Reese didn't answer, his eyes moving back and forth over Siegel, the obsidian dagger, and the conjuration orb. His eyebrows kept twitching, his fingers trembled slightly, and he didn't seem to wake up from the shock.

A light of dispelling magic flashed, and three layers of defensive spells were dispelled at once. Rhys never imagined this situation, because it meant that the person casting the dispelling spell was superior to himself in sorcery. The same spell can have subtle differences in the hands of different casters, which can affect the difficulty of dispelling the spell. If you want to improve the success rate of dispelling magic, you must first be familiar with the target magic, and then you must be able to pass the change of elements. Understand the role they play in the structure of the spell before you can find these subtle differences.

Of course, you also need to have enough control over the elements. Siegel had already prepared materials with different elemental tendencies all over the laboratory. It is to prepare for the dispel magic of the conjuration sphere.

Although Rhys was still a little unbelievable, he had regained his composure: "It seems that you have hidden a lot of strength, young mage. Who sent you here, elf saint?"

Siegel shook his head, reached out and grabbed the air, and took the defensive staff into his hand. He snapped his fingers and put on a layer of opaque mage shield for himself, after all, the body is always ugly. "The elf saint is not here, he is in charge of the other direction."

"If the saint is face to face. I will raise my hand and surrender." Reese snorted coldly: "But the outcome between you and me is unknown."

Siegel smiled, but what worried Reese more was the confidence in his eyes. Although only for a short day. But Reese knew exactly what kind of mind the man in front of him had - quick reaction, active thinking, amazing observation. It seemed that it was a mistake to show the colloid warrior magic scroll in front of him.

"It seems that you have thought of it too." Siegel said, "I learned a lot of things through your scrolls. Especially your spellcasting style and magical thinking. What are you good at, what are you not good at, and what methods might you use to achieve it? Arm yourself."

"Mages who can't keep secrets don't live long." Reese said, "Congratulations on getting the first chance."

"Thank you." Siegel nodded lightly. The magic circle he arranged around the laboratory took effect, isolating it from the outside environment. Ordinary mages or priests won't notice what's going on here, but he doesn't know if he can hide it from the Holy Murderer.

"You are a very thoughtful mage, stop serving the **** of murder. As long as you stop persecuting other intelligent beings with magic, why not join the Mage Association now?" Siegel said: "Only there can you perfect your own Research."

"Let me be Siegel's subordinate and hand over my research results to him?" Reese laughed sharply: "Don't think about it! I'll kill you here, even if I lose the template. I'll dig you out. Mind, absorb your wisdom, let you be my nourishment, so as to perfect my colloid warrior!"

"But I'm Siegel Squid, the person you always wanted to kill and surpass." Siegel wiped his face with his hand, revealing his true colors. Black hair and black eyes are full of confidence, and the power of magic surrounds him in a colorful band of light. Siegel gave him a simple salute, but his smile was no different from that of Death. In order to provoke Reese, he deliberately said: "I am the winner who has the last laugh and controls everything."

Siegel saw Reese's face turn as pale as a corpse, and then turn blue again. There was a mournful cry in his throat, and the power of the elements gathered frantically around his body.

The power of the bursting flame swept through the laboratory, and Siegel immediately raised his hand to resist. He ordered the elementals to calm down and used a unique technique to transform the ball of fire that Rhys summoned. Robbery of other people's spells is a unique ability of Alexander the Lion, but Siegel strongly transforms the elemental energy in the opponent's spells. The fire element of several key structures in the fireball was transformed into the water element, causing the spell to collapse on its own.

"It's impossible!" Reese yelled, "How could you counter my spell without casting a spell?"

Siegel's mystique, the more he can hit Reese, the easier it is to break his line of defense. This is not a fight between two reckless men with one punch and one kick, but a multi-faceted confrontation of spirit, soul and knowledge. The young mage said, "Actually, you already know the answer in your heart, but you just don't want to admit it."

"Impossible, you can't have become a superintendent!" Reese waved his hands angrily and made a hissing voice from his throat: "You can't surpass me!"

The desk in the center of the laboratory flew up and hit Siegel on the head. The young wizard raised his staff and shattered it into harmless shards. Rhys's manic voice penetrated the flying sawdust, and he held his summoning staff high, chanting a powerful spell.

Siegel is a wizard who is proficient in conjuration. He recognized the spell at a glance and responded immediately. One tries to open the passage and release the devils of hell, while the other casts a protective spell to reinforce the barriers of the mortal world and keep the devils out.

A blood-stained long sword sticks out from under the floor - the ground is not broken, but the structure of space is broken. Behind the long sword is a black arm that is burning with flame. The twisted muscles contain tyrannical power, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"Come out, my servant!" Reese's face twisted like a **** monster. "Grab him, shred him, but keep his brain!"

A shoulder squeezed out of the space rift, and then half a head. The devil appeared to be made of lava, and his mouth and eye sockets continued to emit fiery white light like boiling molten iron. Just looking at it will make people's skin and flesh feel as if they are half burned by a branding iron, not to mention the fear and shock of that ugly and evil image.

Siegel focuses on the elements, not the monsters. Only magic and elements are your friends, and you naturally have to rely on friends when facing difficulties. He raised his finger, pointed at the space crack on the ground, and cast a disintegration ray.

Disintegration damage objects and defensive spell effects ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Siegel takes it a step further. By studying the elf's elemental tsunami and making myr cores, he developed a different understanding of dissociation, applying it more widely to destroy all magical spells.

The space crack showed signs of collapse, and the devil, who exposed his entire head, struggled hard, trying to maintain the existence of the crack. Reese was even more crazy, pushing the spell to the limit and even throwing the summoning staff over the rift. Fight Siegel's spell-disintegrating ray by consuming the power of this staff.

"Climb out! Squeeze him to death! Except for his brain, everything else is my reward to you!"

The devil from **** stared at Siegel, waving the long sword in his hand. The mage ducked back, out of the threat area. The devil turned to his magical abilities to affect him, causing Siegel to feel the pain coming from his body. This pain comes directly from the nerves, which then affect the mage's muscles. His hands and feet were twitching, and his tongue was beginning to disobey.

The monster pulled out its second hand, so while maintaining the damage to Siegel, it supported it with both hands, trying to climb out of the crack as soon as possible. (To be continued.)

ps: I survived the 404 and it was a moment to celebrate! Hehehehe.