87_87643Figuring out one's location in Markon City is not an easy task.

Not only because there is never any planning approval from the Municipal Council to build a house here, but the main thing is that as a place that is said to connect all the worlds of the multiverse, the city itself will change, and it will always be full of spatial uncertainty. One door opens suddenly, another closes suddenly, and the closet, which was safe last night, could be pulling you to some damn place today because you are humming a song and opening it to get your clothes. Something like this can happen all the time, so it's not uncommon for a guy to find the alley he just walked through. This situation has given the natives of Caged City a lot of opportunities, and when they are desperate and do not want to collect or sell their bodies, being a guide is a good choice - although many times the word is equivalent to "liar".

The fact that one cannot step into the same sigil city twice has a deeper meaning than a single philosophical proposition.

André stood under the eaves of a fairly imposing house, and the rain was dripping down in front of him, better shielding his figure. The Mentor had lost its dazzling magical aura, and his wand was dull and gray, no different from a normal stick. Even if anyone passed by him, it would have been difficult to see that there was still a man standing in the corner—André seemed to be part of the building from head to toe, rotten spots, wood grains, rain stains, and even black razor vines that had spread, and only the glimmer of light leaking from the eyes of the vigilant glance could prove that there was a living creature there.

He wasn't incapable of being able to disguise himself perfectly, and illusion wasn't his weakness. However, it may be easier to detect by detecting magic, especially if the opponent is a prophetic mage. Relative to being locked by a spell. Flaws that can be seen directly with the eye are nothing at all. Both sneak attacks and dodges must be doubly careful, otherwise they are likely to be bitten back, and Moriel's ability to easily escape from their tracking is enough to make André pay attention to it, walking on thin ice and feeling dangerous.

Filthy, unfamiliar city. The tutor's lips twitched slightly, and he scolded silently. Although there were six living creatures in front of and behind the house, there was an inexplicable sense of insecurity lingering in his heart, feeling like a live target without shelter, a lamb to the slaughter on the butcher's board. You have to concentrate in order to control your delusions. During André's childhood, the family castle remained his paradise until he was expelled and left forever. The shadow of being helpless in the streets is always lingering, so his Archmage Tower in Sayre is heavily guarded and impregnable, and it is no less than the Lich Fortress. So it's not hard to deduce that traveling, exploring the vast, unknown, and dangerous world is one of the things that André hates and is not used to.

If it weren't for the Ancient Construct ...... But why can't luck always come fairly?Just like this time, it was Moriel's teacher Isabella who communicated with the second construct? Andre is the most proficient archmage in the Red Robe Mage Guild who is good at giving vitality to inanimate dead things and creating miracles! But according to his opinion, since they had already come into contact with the same type of thing as the guy in Moriel's hands, they should be steady, and in the long run, it would be better to bring "it" back to Sayre first--but Isabella chose to attack her students in the first place! and curse Morriel, the little madwoman. It's so big that it's impossible to ignore it!

Even the Circular Law Ceremony was too late to take place. Andre clenched his staff uneasily, concentrating on the gloom of his thoughts. There's nothing to worry about, it's just a junior who has just entered the house. It's not enough to deal with two red-robed mentors now...... It's just that Sinnix is sometimes too arrogant. It's a bit unreassuring.

Where are you, Mentor Sinnis?André didn't want to play hide and seek, so he immediately sent a message to the chief of the spell department to ask the chief of the spell department: Is there any clue about the little girl?

Hum. Don't be so composed, she won't run...... I can't run either. It was only a few seconds before Sinnis's haughty voice sounded in his ears, clearly confident: Andre. You're not worried that we won't be able to take her in, are you?

It's really ignorant. You think it's easy...... Andrei endured and did not spread such words. Even if they all die together, rather than one defeating the other. What's the use of piling up broken copper and iron? Could it be that the old men of the Argus have wasted a hundred years of time?

Andre gave up communication with the Spell Chief, and was about to find another way to change the current situation, when a flash of lightning flashed out of the corner of his eye. The mentor turned his head in astonishment, just in time to see a cluster of forest buildings dancing in the darkness, and flames blooming in the night sky. The sound was thunderous, not too loud at this distance, but it was also striking to his ears—and the glimpse made him discover something he had almost overlooked, that had almost killed him.

The flames in the sky are not really in the sky. It's just that because the night is dark, and the Seal City is a large ring on the Infinite Peak that defies all common sense, observing the battlefield in the distance will naturally have this illusion. The fire was like an exploding supernova, dazzling and bright at the moment it ignited. The firelight swept through the rows of roofs, leaving their afterimages in the retina, creating fleeting small distortions that seemed to pass through some kind of transparent medium different from air.

Ordinary people can't even notice that this is not an unusual thing at all, but Andre reacted immediately. Before he could do anything, a wall suddenly rose in front of him. As soon as the dirt and sludge left the ground, it hardened into stone and tangled into a solid waterfall that went up the river, and the Mentor sank into the wall under this cover, retreating with incredible speed. Ignoring the obstacles, he retreated into the room in the blink of an eye, and the defensive spells that were no longer concealed were a few more layers, and the blurry streamer reflected the furniture as if it had been enchanted, which surprised one to see Zhun Bao - but it was an empty house.

Thankfully, it's an empty house. Before André could decide whether to go next with Plan A or Plan B, the whole room shook up. Several times faster than the raindrops, many times more violent, and countless times more destructive, something even broke through the wall and shot into the room. After hitting the Mentor's ground protection and bounced off, it was revealed that it was the largest gravel that was about the size of a fist.

Without hesitation, he retreated again. The house began to collapse as if it could not withstand the impact, but the direction and form of the collapse were a little strange. The beams, the walls, and the furniture all squeezed inwards and rotated, as if they were all given life for a moment, trying to block or hold on to something that André was trying to dodge.

The miasma of black smoke and the rain could not suppress the flying dust and debris for a while. The Mentor rose from the chaos, the light on the magic shield swirling like water streaks. The surroundings are quiet - one of the great habits of the residents of Cage City is to never join in the fun.

The ruins of the houses are twisted into a strange shape. The bricks, wood, tiles and stones are combined like muscle tendons, and the activation spell extracts the strongest part of the building into a deformed giant fist. Hold on to an arrow—if a steel spear with a bowl the thickness of a dozen feet can be counted as an arrow. It still vibrated endlessly, and its staggered blades also stretched and writhed, as if it was an unwilling evil python, showing its last fangs to fight the trapped beasts.

Andre is confident that he can withstand any attack...... But not for long. He quickly raised his hand, and the spell was injected into the trail of his fingers, mixing with a small cloud of dust that had been scraped off as he fled the room

Later, it is transformed into an endless stream of natural magnets through a small piece of natural magnet. The Mentor greatly enhanced the power of this spell - it was only a matter of finger that only a mage could do.

The tail feathers that shone like the blades of arrows and spears suddenly darkened. Something fell on it, obscuring the glimmer of the magic shield's reflection. Some of the silhouettes of the attackers appeared in the light of the waves, and although the near-perfect stealth effect was destroyed, she actually had no intention of sneaking up at all. The puppet guards who were strictly guarding the ground pounced one after another, and it did play a role in blocking the road a little. A few cold rays of light jumped, and they scattered like shredded paper. Andrei seized the moment and took the opportunity to stretch out his fingers - a little more away.

At first glance, the power of the spell appears to be a thin, dim bundle of dark green. It burst out of the teacher's fingertips, without the fiery, bright, or cold form that light should have, but rather something like a bound mist. The green rays are glued to the giant subway arrows. It immediately extinguished all metallic luster, and at the same time quickly decayed into dust, collapsing along with the stone fist that bound it. There wasn't even a small explosion, and it turned into powder in the drizzle.

But this effect was not what Andrei wanted. He slammed into the void again, each blow causing a lot of damage, but he couldn't catch up with the ghostly afterimage. After a round of shooting, the mentor also had to stop and take a break. Prepare again. The bewitching and hideous human form has no concept of intermission, and the "swish" falls on Andre's head, like a knife limb and claw embedded in his magic shield. Hold it firmly as if it had been caught in the void, and then bend the bow and arrow—the long arrow twists like a snake, and the tip of the arrow has canine teeth, and if you bite it, the wax of the teacher's hair will be in vain.

Andrei raised his eyes and shouted angrily. The burst of energy exploded in his eyes, and at the same time, the staff in his hand was also broken in two by him with all his strength. Now he really used the red-robed mage's housekeeping skills: the staff was as dark green as ink, and the activated dissociation technique was no longer activated in the form of rays, but formed a silent storm centered on the mentor - first, the magic that formed the spell shield showed signs of escaping out of control under the impact, and the next moment the surrounding eaves and pavilions all disintegrated and collapsed like sand sculptures washed by the tide, and the guys inside who had not escaped could only consider themselves unlucky-like tongues of fire licked through tissue paper, leaving only countless tiny embers.

There was also a miserable green in the rain, and still not a little bit fell on Andre. Regardless of whether or not the enemy is finished in the storm of dissociation, the mentor does not want to "chase after the poor", and the value of a mage is not reflected in such a chaotic encounter. He transforms into a strange state between two-dimensional and three-dimensional, speeding away in the raindrops, and the side effect of transcending space is that everything he sees and feels becomes a distorted and strange scene: the raindrops are strangely large, jumping and turning irregularly, and the buildings of the Seal City are like absurd shadows in a whirling and dancing mirror, squeezing towards him in layers and stretches, so that when another flame blooms somewhere in the city, André sees the flames rolling and steaming, as if burning the whole world.

Another battlefield is also in full swing.

The curvaceous steel figure is moving. Flickering and flickering, flickering east and west, blurring into a completely indistinguishable flowing light and shadow - but the forty-seven who were besieging her and besieging her were changing.

He couldn't kick him like "Kelly" and still close his leg to block him with a claw to bounce away, but when he attacked the head, he found that the head had become a casserole-sized fist, and when it hit him, it was just as terrifying and deadly. Forty-seven has no concept of defense at all, and today he can be regarded as a miracle, and the so-called weakness is even more important to him. Blood axe, bloody battle, the iron man summed up and the original way of fighting is to grind forward like a steamroller, falling rocks and quicksand tides may be able to resist the channeling, landslides and sandstorms and tsunamis are coming, and if you don't want to be crushed, you have to retreat. It's just that since "Kelly" wants to fight with Forty-Seven, to stop him, and to let him "know his way back", naturally he can't avoid it, and he has to turn the situation around.

So she once again unleashed the thunderbolt that had deflated Forty-Seven five times. There is no doubt that the Iron Woman's killer weapon will always be like the wrath of Thor, and it will be more precise, efficient, and perfect - except for the shocking visual and acoustic effects, all the energy is poured into the opponent's body to launch an all-round destruction, as if the stars are about to be extinguished, and the energy is no longer diverging but constantly contracting and collapsing until it is stirred into a pile of cold, dead and heavy matter inside, without any life.

Now it is not what it used to be, and for the first time, Forty-Seven has resisted the star-like onslaught of the Iron Lady. At first glance, it seemed that the thunder light had detonated his whole thing, but in fact, he only leaned up a little in the raging heat. The outer shell of the Tin Man's armor disintegrated into many parts, like an enraged animal spreading its scales or feathers in demonstration, and the countless gears in its body spun in the fire like clockwork, and the depression and fracture of the front chest that directly suffered the attack gradually calmed down like the metal forged and cast in a furnace...... The fiery flame that enveloped him was very unstable and oscillated, sometimes getting bigger, sometimes shrinking, and the fire was bright and dazzling when it was in its prime, and everywhere it shone seemed to be enduring the scorching of molten copper and boiled iron, and the process of scorching into ashes was visible to the naked eye, and the rain turned into steam and rose...... The cooled white color is barely visible.

The woman of steel also had fire on her body. She flipped backwards and fell halfway to the ground, the flames dancing between her and Forty-Seven, but they couldn't suppress the two abyssal crimsons.

The red mang paused for a moment, and then brought out two afterimages and quickly approached, and the waves of fire burst apart and scattered like crashing on the shore. The four ** steps rushed out from the inside, and the vibration of each step changed his appearance and structure—the inflated and combined armor, the head protruding from the steel bars, the spine processes that grew hideously, and the limbs that became thicker and thicker...... The Tin Man roared with a puff of smoke and smoke, raised his fist and slammed it down on "Kelly". The piledriver-like punch caused quite a horrific destructive effect, and the next few houses collapsed with a hula, and the crumbling bricks and trees almost buried half the street. "Kelly" broke through the dust, and a somersault landed on the back of Forty-Seven's neck, and now his entire back was completely exposed to her sharp blade, on which she could cut green onions with her speed.

But "Kelly" didn't attack, and jumped away before Forty-Seven turned his head to bite her. A flash of fire slashed through her blade armor - a slight difference from what the Tin Man had made. The Iron Woman's blue eyes flashed a few times, and she jumped into the night sky against the fire that spread in the sky, and when it was a little darker, she was already gone.

Forty-seven also turned around. He was unhappy with the brawl and decided to settle "Kelly's" trouble once and for all. The Tin Guy chased after him in a brutal maneuver that was completely different from Kelly's graceful posture, and all the flames in his path were sucked into his body - the raging flames flowed to the culprit like a camera replay, and invisibly saved many lives.

"Don't go overboard!" Epbonie came out of the rubble with a grizzled face, and Pipsqueak, the chirping imp, followed her, "Beware of anger—"

Unfortunately, the howling wind brought by Forty-Seven wiped out her warning.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the sixth chapter of the juggernaut in the thirtieth round of the path we chose (two) The address is.