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It is not that she has never seen the huge beam of light evaporating the entire enemy, and she has also encountered a huge wound attack on the ground.

However, those powerful attacks in the past will appear very clean and tidy.

Either evaporate the entire opponent into a gaseous state, or leave a bottomless pit on the ground, or a long ugly scar.

All in all, it is a powerful attack that looks amazing, and even feels scared or excited about it.

However, this time it was obviously completely different——

Fallen trees, rubble falling from the air, and dense smoke-like dust floating in the air are all common aftermaths that will be produced after being bombarded by powerful treasures.

Then, unsurprisingly, in the center that was hit directly by the treasure, there was either a huge and desolate pothole or a "scar" from a thick layer of land.

However, the reality presented to Skaha at this moment was a scene she couldn't help but marvel at.

It is certain that part of the land has been removed, but the potholes... can't be said that there are no.

But no matter how you say it, the horizontal line that is almost equal to the intact ground cannot be simply described as a pothole.

If you have to say it, it should be called "lake".

"I thought it could be suppressed...no, it should be said that I didn't expect to see such a scene."

The narrow and heroic eyes narrowed into a slit, and the expression on Skaha's face gave a hint of inquiry.

She couldn't help but recalled the scene just now.

The invisible attack landed in an area that was originally a dense forest. The trees that collapsed due to this, and the dust and rubble that were blown up were not mentioned. In the area that was directly hit by the attack, a dark green lake replaced it. The original dense jungle.

It's hard to imagine that it was the scene that was directly hit by a powerful attack.

It is neither a bottomless pothole nor a crack that scratches the earth. It is not a scene applied after the destruction, but a calm dark green lake.

Da Da Da Da -

If it weren't for the sound of rubble falling in that lake from time to time, I'm afraid the only movement there is the ripples caused by the collapsed trees on the shore, right?

After all, the shock caused by the heavy objects falling on the ground will always involve the dark green mirror.

"So, this is not something you can use if you want to use it. During the day, it seems so relaxed because it is underground and the land itself is pressed down. Now this is..."

It sounded so relaxed as to shake his hand, but in fact it did shake his left arm as if to relieve fatigue. Xia Ming let out a sigh of relief and muttered: "Although the range is still very large, this output can only be maintained at one level. In an instant, if it is reduced by more than half... Sure enough, it will only be an instant, right?-Is the problem with the [authority]..."

"Hey, I said you—"

Maybe it's a big nerve, or maybe it's because I've experienced enough things that I'm nervous. All in all, after recovering from the sudden incident, the beautiful girl with orange hair who just had an incredible face is now stubborn. She raised her cute little face and stared at the culprit who created this "miserable picture".

Lixiang gritted his teeth and swallowed meaningless anger back into his stomach, forcing herself to ask normally: "How do you think of such things as treasures? Not treasures, but also the kind of things that require a lot of magical power to drive. Where did you get so much magic power?"

Due to the presence of Matthew and Skaha, Lixiang didn't ask more details.

However, even so, the emotions gushing from the bottom of her heart filled her chest, and the flames of anxiety and panic woven straight down the blood to the girl’s brain and ignited her anger.

Lixiang knew that his tone must be very rude now, but what could be done?

Did such a big movement come from nothing?

Can such a powerful thing be made casually?

Followers don’t necessarily do things at that level. You, a little boy who is not as tall as me, can do it without such a thing?

Ghosts believe!

Recalling the current that was rushing on that heterogeneous arm just now, that scene was like a magician squeezing vitality.

A handful of firewood was added to Lixiang's hot chest.

Obviously, obviously just now--

"It's a trump card similar to a treasure, but it's estimated that you won't have a chance to see it in the future, right? I just want to try the kid's current limit."

Xia Ming blinked his eyes, rarely showing a well-behaved and obedient appearance in front of people other than his sister. He put his left arm on his chest and shook it. After considering the sentence, he faced the girl who silently urged him to continue. "Don’t worry about the cost. I'm not so stupid as to waste things casually. In fact, these are all the children's credit. I'm just a person who pulls the trigger."

The girl staring at Xia Ming reduced the obvious anger on her face, but she was still unacceptable, and said stiffly, "Yes, I remember a certain magician said the same, she was just pulling The trigger is nothing but her own magic circuit. If I remember correctly, if it wasn't for the engraving of magic, her nerve endings would have been scorched by her own magic."

Magic is fuel.

This is both a metaphor and a substance.

For a magician, when the magic circuit performs its function, it will be accompanied by corresponding pain. According to the increase of the magic power generated by the operation within its upper limit, the pain as if it is burning the body will increase accordingly.

Perhaps it is because the magic circuit is an analog nerve with overhead properties. It seems to have the function of unlimited operation. Because human beings subconsciously cherish the self-limitation set by their own lives, they are vulnerable to it.

In other words, the fictitious flame in the magician's body may even burn itself.

Although Xia Ming is not a magician in Lixiang's view, at the same time, she does not feel that the world will be so gentle that it will abandon equivalent exchanges, and will casually remove the price of "rewriting reality".

Magic is a miracle, and magic is to rewrite reality.

Although the scene before me is full of shock, it is undoubtedly a "magic" that rewrites reality.

To achieve this level of interference in the world, no matter how you think, it will not be a simple matter.

In addition to the scene that seemed to be squeezing vitality, the price Xia Ming paid himself, I am afraid...

Lixiang, who didn't want to continue thinking, cut off his thoughts.

However, even if it is superfluous, even if it is unreasonable worry, the girl does not want to let this opportunity to vent her emotions to him.

If there is a case--

"Don't worry, I'm not the same as that saboteur, nor her awkward temperament... well, I know."

Feeling a headache for the stubborn girl, Xia Ming sighed and raised his hands as if giving up and said frankly: “Of course it’s impossible to do nothing at all, but I did just like pulling the trigger. The price to bear is correspondingly small, just a small amount of necessary payment."

He tilted his head and thought for two seconds, and threw out the appropriate metaphor: "Look, even if you pull the trigger, you need to move your fingers, right? That means it takes a certain amount of effort, but it's on my side. It's just a matter of changing to the spirit."

"...How about recovery time? Are there any after-effects?"

The silent silence didn't last long. The girl who was furious because she thought someone didn't cherish herself was obviously unable to keep silent for a long time.

"If you recover, as long as you get a good night's sleep, it will be fine. As for the sequelae, this child will not be able to use this level of effort for a period of time. Does this count?"

"...Next time, pay attention, don't even pit yourself."

Lixiang pursed her mouth with a cold face, then rolled her eyes and hummed a warning.

She's talking about Yubo, right?