After a long silence, Gibran looked at Richard with a slight change in his expression, and said in a loud voice: "Boy, I don't understand what you're talking about, I don't know what you're talking about, I don't know if what you're saying is learned from the person I killed just now.

But in any case, your request is beyond the 'scope' I have stipulated. As I said, I can meet your requirements within a certain range - and if you are out of range, then it is up to me to decide how you die. ”

Richard changed color, acting like a clever man being recognized, first surprised, then frightened.

Richard subconsciously stepped back, as if he was very afraid, but his eyes looked at Gibran, and he knew the current situation very clearly: the person in front of him was very powerful, and he could easily kill Suradys, definitely stronger than Somen and Muconi.

In this case, he wants to fight hard, and he can't get any benefits at all. After revealing the location, the chance of trying to kill the other party is close to zero. But he still has one advantage, the only one:

He came in with a shadow cloak, hiding any otherworldly powers and aura. Because of this, it wasn't until he opened the door that the other party found him and showed a surprised expression.

In other words, he is now in the eyes of the other party, just an ordinary person who broke in by mistake, so he can attack unexpectedly.

However, once the attack is attacked, whether it is successful or not, the other party will see through his disguise, be vigilant, and no longer be careless. Maybe it will be like the previous performance of Somen and Mu Koni, directly devouring the fire and escalating, bursting out with unrivaled power and killing him.

So there is only one chance to attack!

Once!

Richard's eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept retreating, exiting the study, and retreating to the door of the house, as if he was terrified.

Gibran tepidly followed out of the study, walked to the door of the house, and said loudly: "Boy, you can't run away if you want to, it's better to accept all this calmly." ”

"I ......" Richard looked down, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Gibran looked at everything in his eyes and said slowly: "Okay, boy, I have limited time, I don't have much time to waste with you, even if you don't want to, you still have to die." ”

As he spoke, Gibran raised his hand, and the air surged slightly, and an ice pick sprouted from his fingertips, ready to pierce Richard's body and take Richard's life.

At this moment, Richard raised his head, looked directly at Gibran and said, "This lord!"

"Huh?"

"There's a request that I want to talk to you about. ”

"What request?" asked Gibran, the ice pick on his finger growing longer and sharper, like a slender crystal awl.

Richard spoke up, with a serious face:

"You know, I don't have any hatred or conflict with you, just an innocent ordinary person, and meeting you was purely accidental - you didn't expect it, and I didn't think of it.

You have your things to be busy, I also have my things to be busy, I don't want to affect you, I just want to do my own thing. And there is no opposition between you and me.

In this case, it will not matter if you kill me or not, so why do you have to kill me? Maybe I'm just an ordinary person, but ordinary people also have anger and despair, so why do you force all this out?"

Gibran's eyes flashed, and he looked at Richard and said, "What do you mean by saying this, don't let me mess with you? ”

After a pause, Gibran said meaningfully: "Yes, according to what you said, I really shouldn't have killed you. However, I don't like to leave anything unfledged because it can become a hole in the whole plan.

For me, the dead are the safest, so a living, interesting you is not as useful to me as an angry, desperate, dead you. Do you understand, boy?"

"I want to ...... I see......" Richard said, a glint shining in his eyes.

"Good. Gibran said, "It's almost time to relax, and I'm really going to get to work on the rest, so boy...... Good bye. ”

After speaking, Gibran waved his hand, and the icicle in his hand shot at high speed into Richard's heart, and then turned and walked towards the study some distance away, ready to deal with Heidi who was unconscious and leave here.

But the next moment, as soon as Gibran turned around, he heard a "bang" from behind him and the sound of an ice pick shattering, instead of the "poof" sound he expected to pierce his body.

This!

When the words sounded, Richard said quickly: "This lord, I understand what you do, but it doesn't mean that I will agree, so ...... Really don't mess with me!"

Gibran turned sharply, and saw Richard, who he had in his impression of being just an ordinary person, suddenly had a short staff in his hand, pointed straight at him, and then released a spell, and a little spark flew towards him.

"A wizard, a sneak attack spell?" Gibran thought to himself, without much worry, he could be sure that the spell released by Richard was less than a ring level, even if the time was rushed, it was enough for him to release the spell shield before the attack arrived, and it was safe to resist.

But!

The next moment, Gibran's eyes shrank, and he saw that what flew out of Richard's short staff was not a spark at all, but ......

One Mars, two Mars, three Mars......

Ten Mars, Twenty Mars, Thirty Mars......

Densely packed, dozens or hundreds of sparks appeared, turning into a real spell barrage, converging into a real torrent of energy, and slamming in.

Gibran hastily cast a cyan spell shield, and numerous sparks crashed into it. The power exploded, and in just an instant, the shield was torn apart, and the powerful destructive power was released without limits.

"Boom!"

......

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently, half of the house disappeared out of thin air, and the pillar of fire rose dozens of meters high, like a huge torch lit in the night.

In the midst of the raging flames, Gibran walked out, looked down at his clothes, and saw that a large area was charred, and he was a little embarrassed.

Gibran frowned deeply, feeling a little annoyed and afraid: just now, if he hadn't activated a precious spell prop in time, I'm afraid that he would really be injured, and it would be seriously injured!

There was no way, the attack was too abrupt and beyond imagination, so that he simply couldn't deal with it as easily as usual.

What's going on here?

If Richard was here, he would have told Gibran that this was an attack he had been preparing for a long time.

In fact, since he told the story of "Schrödinger's Cat Death" in his study, under the hidden of the "Cloak of Shadows", he was distracted by the many free energy elements in the dual-purpose adjustment group.

In the process of exiting the study and retreating towards the door of the house, he continued to mobilize the free energy elements.

Long nonsense, all in preparation for an outbreak attack.

That's why there is a spell barrage.

This is a real spell barrage, different from the kind of "pseudo-spell barrage" used when the path of the apocalypse wizard was determined a long time ago.

The previous spell barrage was a rapid and continuous release of spells for a long time, and it was said to be a barrage, but it was actually a line of fire. Now, after a lot of previous research, he successfully hit all the firepower at the same time in an instant, turning it into a real spell barrage, a real torrent of energy.

This explosive power is enough to destroy the vast majority of unsuspecting targets.

"This kid ......" Gibran, who walked out of the flames, looked out of the door, and saw a black shadow quickly sweeping into the distance, it was Richard who used the "Wind Lord" burst speed to evacuate.

"If you want to run, I'm afraid it's not so easy. Gibran said, stepping on his feet, chasing Richard out of the house and into the darkness.

......