The face engraved on the crown uttered the incantation in a mechanically formulaic voice:

"Young Magic King, sing old songs and summon a roaring kamikaze!"

In an instant, an oppressive atmosphere hung over Rafs, as if a mountain had flown over him, and he could not breathe.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the clicking sound of the shield, and the invisible crack was spreading. Although it appeared to be intact on the surface, the strength of the shield was rapidly decreasing under Rafs's inspection.

200 points!

All it takes is the last 200 attacks to shatter the defenses.

"How is this possible?"

Rafs couldn't believe how the power of the crown spell could be so powerful, just because the spell could be released to produce fluctuations that weakened the enemy's defenses.

Soon, the whistling wind echoed in my ears.

Raising his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at the sky.

There, pitch black, pure white, two extreme hues set off a shocking storm, intertwined and converged, deducing a chaotic gray, depressing and desperate!

The crown summoned the divine wind of destruction, and four powerful figures appeared in an instant, pressing down the four corners of the square.

These are four legendary spellcasters, one of whom is the Lord of Med.

"Father's ......"

Rafs spoke with difficulty, and he looked at a purple-robed mage with extraordinary demeanor.

Unexpectedly, the purple-robed mage snorted coldly:

"Rafs, you've let me down."

Powerful waves of magic rippled from the four legendary casters at the same time, enveloping the entire plaza and isolating it from the outside world.

There were many spellcasters in the audience, and they naturally understood the purpose of the legend of the strong man, and they were moved by it.

Being able to dispatch a legendary-level existence means that the damage intensity of this spell is enough to affect everyone, and even a single legendary spellcaster is not sure to carry it.

"The legendary crown spell, the fate of the sure king of mages, really lives up to its name!"

A mage with a long white beard said with heartfelt emotion.

The monkeys didn't dare to shout anymore, and even a few of them fled in disgrace, even if they were not the casters, even if they were killed by the other party on the spot, the family would not stand up for themselves.

Xue Man clenched his fists, and his little face was full of excitement.

She knew that it was the right decision to abandon Rafs, a husband who no longer had any value, and that a future would become a legend. And he is also the husband of the king of mages who is at the top of all spellcasters in the hero class, and he is an extremely wise choice for himself and his family!

Shelley Frankenstein, please keep fighting for me!

The power of the Chaos Storm continues to rise, and the night has already output 20 units of mana, which can be compared to the Seven Rings spell in terms of consumption alone.

The more advanced the spell, the longer it takes to prepare, but the crown spell is different, no matter how powerful it is, how expensive it is, it is an instantaneous spell.

"First Crown: Wind of the Destroying Gods!"

The Chaos Storm froze at this moment, and a devastating aura rippled out from the eye of the wind.

Rafs's eyes bulged, and his unprecedented fear exceeded the threshold, causing him to let out hysterical screams regardless of his manners.

A storm seeped out of his body, tearing his clothes apart, and in just a few moments, he grew to the point where he wanted to compete with the Wind of the God of Destruction.

Two circles of light appeared above his head and beneath his feet, and an endless stream of storms extended from within the aperture, and the pale blue wind breath condensed into the rudiments of the shield, blocking the face of the world-destroying divine wind.

This is a descendant of the mage bloodline ability of the Ebonfeller family, the Storm Summoner, and the ancient Storm Warlock.

Storm Warlocks can communicate with countless otherworldly dimensions, absorb all kinds of alien energy, and condense the storm power that can destroy the world. Many spellcasters believe that within the Infinite Plane there is an elemental plane of the 'Storm Ocean' created by Storm Warlocks, and countless storm spirits born from the ocean roam.

The Storm Summoners rely on their thin bloodlines to gain the affinity of the Storm Spirits, allowing them to draw on the power of the Storm Ocean in pursuit of even more terrifying destructive power.

Seeing Rafs, who had fallen into madness, the purple-robed mage looked even more disappointed:

"Rafs, it's not a force you can control, and, even then, you're no match!"

The kamikaze howled, like a myriad of flying blades, cutting off Rafs's access to the 'Ocean of Storms' in an instant, and the storm elves screamed and were swallowed by the kamikaze.

Seeing that the kamikaze was about to cut at Rafs, the night and the purple-robed mage struck at the same time.

The crown was summoned, and the hexagonal brilliance retracted back to most of the divine wind, and the remaining energy was directly crushed by the purple-robed mage with his powerful magic power.

A small muffled snort came out!

The purple-robed mage didn't expect that he would suffer a backlash, and the magic power of two units was completely dissolved.

However, in the end, he still saved Rafs, but this famous young genius of the Ebonfeller family fainted.

Although the purple-robed mage was dissatisfied, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

There are more than four legendary spellcasters present, and the purpose of coming here to suppress the formation is also for this reason, the family can't afford the loss of Rafs, and the time and resources required to cultivate another one will be three or four times as much as the current one.

With a complicated look in his eyes, the purple-robed mage silently hugged Rafs and left.

Seeing that Rafs was successfully saved, the three legendary spellcasters couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and their evaluation of Frankenstein in their hearts was raised to a higher level.

Although victorious but not a killer, a gentle genius is far more accessible than an arrogant genius.

As soon as the battle was over, Xue Man jogged to Cangye's side with her skirt in small steps, and her soft voice carried just the right amount of worry:

"Brother Shelley, you're not hurt, are you?"

Cangye pretended to wipe his sweat, and responded with a slightly tired smile:

"I'm fine."

While revealing the genius qualifications, hide a part of it, and prevent this genius from transforming into a higher level of talent.

In human society, geniuses who are too much more than mortals are easily hated, but more often they are mainly co-opted or attached; But if this talent is too much beyond the entire human society, it becomes a terrible anomaly, and all kinds of jealousy and greed follow.

To put it simply, Shelley Frankenstein of the Juvenile Power Mage is a genius and must stop at genius.

Looking at the little girl in front of her, who was very good at pretending, Cang Ye tried her best to make a gentle appearance to comfort each other, and unconsciously, the distance between the two was shortened a lot.

At this moment, there was a cough from behind.

Xue Man blushed and pulled away from the night, thinking that his father was coming.

However, when Cangye turned to look, he found a woman in a black mage robe and a veil on her face looking at her with a smile.

"If you disturb you here, I apologize here."

As he spoke, he bowed, but there was no apology in his tone.

Xue Man's expression immediately became gloomy, and he said with an arrogant expression:

"Who are you?"

The woman did not answer Xue Man's rude question, and then turned her gaze to the night, her bright eyes as if smiling.

The night turned around to soothe the angry Xue Man, and then smiled and said to the woman:

"It's been a long time, let's go talk over there."