"Quick!! Protect the Mage!! ”

Seeing that Henry's body was being eroded by the negative energy, Able immediately gave orders to the team members.

He knew very well that in this battle, his people were all foils and auxiliaries, and only the mage who could cause great damage was the core, and once the mage was eroded by negative energy, then the entire battle plan would be in vain.

However, as a god, Atropal is not a fool, on the contrary, it has a higher intelligence than most legendary mages, and understands who the biggest threat is, especially after eating a terrifying legendary magic, and the whole thing is in a rage and madness.

Because for the atrophy with the attribute of the undead, if the previous attack is compared to being bitten by a palm-sized teddy dog, then the magic attack just now is equivalent to being bitten by a tiger, the former is just a small trouble such as skin trauma, but the latter is an outright threat to life, if there are a few more, even it can't bear it.

Of course, legendary magic is not a cabbage, even with Henry's current strength, it can only be released four times, which shows how precious it is.

But anyone knows that once the caster crosses the threshold of the legend, it is equivalent to entering another level, and the magic net and spell slot that originally limited the power of the mage are no longer a problem.

Legendary mages have so many ways to circumvent these limitations, and the mere fact that they can directly control their raw magic is terrifying, not to mention the fact that they can make up for it by making a large number of magic items and scrolls, of which a wand is one of the simplest and most brutal methods.

Many legendary mages will have more than twenty types of wands stocked with different spells in case they need them.

Each of these wands has at least thirty or more spells stored. In a certain way. This is the equivalent of an automatic weapon in the wizarding world. When mages encounter danger or encounter a large number of enemies, they will not hesitate to take them out and bombard them indiscriminately, so that the other party knows how heavy it is to besiege a rich mage.

Obviously, Henry is a legendary mage who is both rich and powerful, and naturally he will prepare a lot of staffs.

When he saw the shrinking man rushing towards him, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a chilling sneer crossed him, and he quickly blessed himself with a "high speed". At the same time, two wands made of keel were pulled out directly from the waist, and several huge sapphires were inlaid at the top of the wand, which was very expensive at a glance.

With the intense arcane aura flickering inside the gem, it immediately caught Atropal's attention, and it immediately stopped cautiously in mid-air, and raised its arm to give a "finger of death".

But unfortunately, this powerful necromantic spell didn't have any effect, and the "Anti-Death Enchantment" easily blocked it out.

"You just enjoyed the warmth of the sun, it seems that you have not learned to be smart, now I invite you to taste the taste of being smashed by your fist. I hope this time will give you a longer memory. As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Henry's eyes as he raised his wand. In one breath, he released all the spells stored inside.

"High Agility" allows him to cast spells and use magic items and scrolls without any pause, otherwise he will have to have a few seconds to adjust after each pre-stored magic is released, otherwise it will be easy to fail to cast spells by connecting to the magic net too often.

I saw that the sapphire on the tip of the wand instantly released a dazzling bright light, and the next second......

Countless large hands appeared out of thin air, directly smashed the god from mid-air to the ground, and then held it down, and the huge fist fell from the sky like raindrops, and after hitting the ground, it emitted a huge roar.

In fact, the two wands, one of which stores the ninth-level magic "Bigbay Smashing Palm", and the other is the eighth-level magic "Bigbay Giant Fist", are out-and-out high-level spells, each of which stores thirty rounds.

Just imagine, what kind of scene is it for thirty big hands to press one person to the ground, and the other thirty big hands clench their fists and beat them wildly?

The scene in front of him is the best embodiment, the atrophy was smashed into a meat pie almost immediately, every inch of the body's bones, muscles, and blood vessels were all mixed together, just like a puddle of rotten and stinky minced meat, if it wasn't still exuding a strong aura of negative energy, I'm afraid no one would believe that it was still alive.

Taking advantage of this time, Henry quickly took out a secondary recovery potion and drank it, expelling the negative energy that was eroding the body, and then before the "high speed" failed, he performed three "simulacrums" in a row, and in the blink of an eye, three identical clones appeared around.

Without any nonsense, he took out the silver orbs he had prepared in advance from his pocket, and divided one for each replica.

As a doppelganger of magic creation, there is no need to speak between the body and the replica at all, as long as the command is given in the brain, the replica will execute it exactly, otherwise the "simurum" will not be called by countless people The higher the level of casting, the higher the cost of magic.

A god is a god, and although a few seconds ago it was a puddle of rotten flesh, but after a few seconds, Atropal had regained some of his mobility and slowly floated again, his eyes no longer empty and indifferent, but replaced by monstrous hatred and anger.

"Dead !! I'll kill you! I'm going to devour your soul!! ”

It roared again, and at the same time raised its slender arm, first unleashing a high-level dissolving magic, and then immediately releasing a strange spiritual energy in front of it.

The "death-proof enchantment" on Henry's body was dispelled in the blink of an eye, and then he felt as if his brain had been stimulated in some way, and an indescribable sense of terror rose from the bottom of his heart, and then a large group of illusions suddenly appeared in front of him, all of which were things he had feared, and the largest number of them were the opposite of the one that exuded a ruining atmosphere.

These guys rushed over like a tide, hula through the body, greatly stimulating the heart and nerves, making him involuntarily break out in a cold sweat.

There is no doubt that this is the ninth-level illusion magic "Shadow Killer", creating terrifying fantasies in an area. If the will is not strong enough. Then you will be scared to death in an instant.

In a certain way. It has the same effect as the ninth-level necromantic magic "Banshee's Howl", except that the former is influenced and heart-bound by the former and makes the target mentally collapse, while the latter relies on sound to transmit special energy, and everyone who hears it must have a close contact with the god of death.

Fortunately, Henry's will is still strong, and he is still wearing a magical item that can see through visions. So it's not a big deal, but the fighters down there and the association can't.

As long as the intelligent life is deep down, there will be fear in the heart, no matter how rigorous the training is, no matter how powerful the enemy has been killed, it will not be able to get rid of the spiritual shadow, especially when the whole shadow has been magnified tenfold, hundredfold, or thousandfold......

Wise people know that fear can be overcome, but it can never be eliminated. It is with us all our lives, and it is even more difficult than death.

Despite the short-lived vision, two of the team members fell to the ground with a thud. His face was dark and blue, and his pupils still had the effect of dying fear. Apparently scared to death.

As for the others, it was no better, more than half of them involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood, and the rest also had solemn expressions, completely losing the sharpness that they had been looking for when they swept through the army of the undead not long ago.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary ninth-level magic, Atropal seems to have undergone some kind of transformation, it is no longer a simple illusion, and there are some soul attacks mixed in it, which is why it has such a powerful effect.

Gods are no ordinary otherworldly creatures, and they possess a myriad of abilities, so it's not uncommon for a mere one or two improved spells to appear.

These twisted monsters with divine sparks not only have a long list of resistances, such as fire, cold, and undetectable, but also have a variety of abilities, such as seeing through illusions and invisible creatures, telepathy, summoning creatures related to their attributes, and more importantly, they are completely immune to one energy attribute.

Just like this Atropal in front of him, it can summon any undead to fight for itself, and at the same time, it is immune to a qiē necromantic spell, completely ignoring attacks such as petrification, transformation, toxin, mind spell, hypnosis, paralysis, energy absorption, and ability absorption, and no matter how severely it is injured, it will never lose consciousness, plus the divine spark contains a deep understanding of the soul, which is definitely not comparable to those demigods and weak divine powers.

Seeing the casualties of his men, Abel's face instantly became ugly, because he knew that once someone was killed by the Atrophied One, it was not just as simple as losing their life, and in less than a minute, the soul of the deceased would spawn a ghost, and the stronger the strength before death, the stronger the ghost's battle.

It can be said that every time an enemy is killed, the power of the gods increases, and if this team is completely destroyed, the next battle will not have to continue, run as far as you can, and leave the rest to the gods to have a headache.

Atropal is so difficult, although the offensive means are a little simpler, but it can't withstand the rough skin and thick meat, and the longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it will be, and the more unfavorable it will be to Henry and others.

"Damn! Think of a way! Otherwise, the disaster when the seal was first opened will definitely be repeated! The old man, Able, screamed like a madman as he attacked the gods.

At this point, he was completely at a loss for what to do, and although he still had a hole card, it was of no use to the shrinking one.

"Don't worry! Didn't you see that I was preparing? Hold on a little longer, I need a little time to prepare. ”

Henry shouted as he led three clones to the four corners of the battlefield, each holding a silver orb in their hands, and began to chant almost at the same time.

As the chanting grew louder and faster, the silver orbs soon emitted a faint glow, and after a while, some kind of connection was formed, trembling slightly, followed by four pillars of light rising into the sky, meeting at one point on the rocks above their heads, forming a pyramid-shaped barrier, trapping everyone inside, including the gods.

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