Chapter 382: Withere, Fragile Life! (Page 1/1)

"Ah, this ......" Hearing Gibran's words, Heidi stopped, her eyes wide open, and subconsciously looked at Surates and then at Gibran.

There were indeed two cups of tea in the tray in her hand, because Sauradis had told her that there would be a guest, but she didn't expect that this guest didn't seem to be a good person.

This......

"You can give me the rest of the tea, right?" asked Gibran again.

Heidi didn't know what to do.

"Meow!"

A cat with a whole body black appeared at the door of the study, its eyes shining with green light, as if it felt some danger, its body arched and barked.

Hearing the cat's meow, Heidi's body shook slightly, calmed down, took a deep breath, and calmed down a little.

"The ......," Heidi said with an effort to smile and say aloud, "the gentleman...... Since you want tea...... All right...... Actually, the tea is not very good...... I'm going to give you a new drink......"

Heidi spoke, slowly approaching Gibran. Just as he was about to walk in front of Gibran, Heidi suddenly raised her eyebrows, lifted the tray, and hit the tray with the teacups on the tray and the hot tea in the teacups.

At the same time, the mouth shouted: "You are a bad person!"

"Brush!"

The "gunpowder" floating in the air ignited instantly, and a series of chain reactions occurred between the electric light and flint.

First of all, Suradies shouted, "Heidi, don't! Run!"

Then there was the black cat with its body bowed at the door, like an arrow, and it was about to scratch off Gibran's body.

Finally, Thoradis stood up, his hands hidden under the table, and at some point he had put on the many glowing magic rings, and firmly grasped a withered and simple short staff.

Surrates aimed at Gibran, and the many magic rings on his finger were bright, and he was about to use his staff to unleash the most powerful spell to attack!

"Die!" shouted Surrates.

The "gunpowder" in the air is ignited, burning and spreading rapidly, and the air is expanding dramatically, and it is about to explode and reach the last edge.

But at this moment, Gibran struck.

Gibran made a move, or he didn't, because he only flicked his fingers a few times, and everything came to an abrupt end.

The tension that rose to the highest peak fell to the valley in an instant, followed by a fall into the abyss of terror.

"Bang!"

Heidi, who attacked Gibran, flew upside down and fell to the ground, directly unconscious.

"Bang!"

As soon as the black cat that attacked Gibran made contact with Gibran, it bounced off like an electric shock, let out a miserable cry, and escaped from the study faster than it rushed up.

"Bang!"

Suradies, who attacked Gibran, was the most bizarre, exuding a powerful momentum all over his body, the magic ring in his hand was extremely bright, and the mana fluctuations in his body had been raised to the extreme, and he was about to release the spell successfully. The next moment it was like a balloon being punctured, and all the powerful momentum disappeared with a "poof". The magic ring dimmed in an instant, the mana fluctuations dissipated, and the powerful attack spell was stillborn before it was released.

Surrates' body shook violently, softened backwards, and collapsed in his seat, his face turning pale, his wrinkles deeply sunken, and his eyes cloudy, like two glass beads fished out of the mire—in a very short time, he seemed to have aged twenty, or even thirty—from a normal old man to a dying old man with only one breath left.

"Smack!"

Gibran reached out and steadily caught Heidi's tray and teacup, took a sip of tea from the teacup, and commented, "Well, it's actually pretty good...... It's a bit out of my taste, though. ”

So saying, Gibran took a step, placed the tray and teacup on a wooden shelf beside it, and turned to look at Surates.

At this time, Suratis, who was slumped in his seat and trembled constantly, as if he was enduring great pain, gritted his teeth and looked at Gibran, and asked aloud, "You...... What have you done to me?"

"Actually, nothing was done. Gibran said, stepping closer to Thoradis, "just a small spell, well, a very small spell, a low-level spell with zero rings, which is considered a trick. ”

"How...... Maybe?" said in Suranis' voice, "A trick, too...... Can you make me do this?"

"That's what it is, and that's where my confidence comes from. Gibran said, "I'm busy, and I have a lot to do, but according to the arrangement, I have a few minutes to spare today that I can use to explain to you:

First of all, the spell that was applied to you was indeed a low-level spell of the Zero Ring, but it was an extremely ancient spell that had long been lost in the process of inheritance, and was only preserved in our organization. It belongs to a type of transformational life-type spell, and its name is ...... Wilt.

Yes, withering can make plants and trees wither, and it can also make some fragile life wither.

I know what you're trying to say, it's nothing more than how can you be considered a fragile life? You're a second-level wizard, and with all your might, you can raze an entire street.

However, you must understand that being strong and being vulnerable are not in conflict. It's like being strong and not in conflict with health.

You're a Level 2 wizard, but we've learned about you and all of you since we found out your organization exists. In the process of understanding, we found that after the fall of the Black Spirit Empire, some of the spells you inherited were very special, in addition to the more common plastic energy spells, including a small number of mutation life spells.

And this small number of transformation-type life breath spells have led to the members of your council taking a very wrong path to the wizard level - if the talent is not good, the accumulation is not enough, and the body can be forcibly transformed with the help of special potions by overdrawing and burning life, so as to increase the mental strength to a corresponding level, so that the magic source can be reshaped and perfectly contained by the body, etc.

In this way, after you advance, your body will be very fragile, more fragile than a baby, but you will naturally have a way to slowly repair it with the transformational life-type spells that you have inherited, so that you can reach a certain equilibrium state for a long time, return to normal, and prolong your life through a special slumber, but ...... Everything just looks normal.

You are well aware that in this state of equilibrium, it is almost impossible to use supernatural power for a long time - once it is used for a long time, the balance will be upset, and it will have to be adjusted for a long time before it can be restored.

It seems to me that you are like a candle that runs out of wax oil for higher brightness, and then reshapes it with clay, struggling to maintain the last bit of light, and constantly convincing yourself that it is normal.

It's funny, it's just funny, it's fragile, it's really very fragile.

The spells you have inherited have fatal shortcomings, and it is because of this that the Black Spirit Empire did not have a large area of application at the beginning. But you don't know, or even if you do, you don't think that anyone has mastered the spell against this shortcoming, so they use it on a large scale.

So now, all I need to do is use the long-lost little trick of 'withering' to strike at your vital point, break the balance you are struggling to maintain, and your body will collapse and you will become what you are now. ”

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