Versatile Mage: Throne of Dimensions

Chapter 85 Why do you think I am a consultant!

The scar-faced military mage continued to pester the four commander-level zombies, preventing them from having the chance to release long-range attacks to affect Su Zhe.

The wings of six winds seemed to turn into strong winds, dragging the scar-faced military mage's body to perform various difficult movements.

Feeling the rapid consumption of magic energy in his body, the scar-faced military mage looked solemn and murmured to himself, "I was third in the competition in the ancient capital military region back then!"

Facing the violent attack, the scar-faced military mage roared: "The first one became the military commander, the second one became the chief instructor, I became the staff officer because I have no opponent!"

"Why do you think I am a staff officer?"

"Silent Thunder Death Light—Thunderstorm!"

"I was actually hired as a staff officer by that bastard from the military department based on his position. After fighting for so many years, he still wants to be lower than him and kill the four of you. I will immediately switch jobs and become a senior official in another team!"

Thousands of thunder burst out from the scar-faced military mage's right arm, attacking the four zombies with unparalleled destructive power. The extremely powerful thunder magic ignored any obstruction of the undead aura and blasted the four corpses. On the body of a commander-level corpse minister.

"You kid, please continue to accumulate your space magic. Let us stop these beasts, but if I ask you to assist me, how can you steal the limelight by yourself?"

The scar-faced military mage was covered in blood after relying on magic tools to withstand many attacks, "Beasts, this magic is my gift to you!"

The four corpse ministers endured the high-level second-level magic of the lightning system head-on, and their bodies were crumbling. It was not that they could not bear the pain, but that their legs were shattered by the blast and could not support their heavy bodies.

Su Zhe looked at the bloody staff officer, his eyes dark as water, "Uncle, when you go back today, I'll treat you to a drink!"

"Hahaha, good!"

If you let the scar-faced military mage fight one or two zombies, you will definitely get a 50-50 draw, but at the same time, facing four corpses and numerous cannon fodder undead, life will definitely be wandering on the edge. Su Zhe cannot forget the kindness of protecting him.

"Space storm!"

The space storm seemed to really become a tornado connecting the sky and the earth. The four corpses at the bottom were shrouded, and the wind disk in the sky seemed to be connected to the drooping night.

The scar-faced military mage looked at the space tornado that penetrated the world with a dull expression, "MD, you kid, you deserve to have the limelight stolen from you."

Su Zhe lit a cigarette. In such a depressing atmosphere, his spirit was always under heavy pressure. The influence of nicotine could relieve his mental pressure.

Mages thousands of meters away can also see this huge space storm. The four commander-level zombies are like toys, cut into pieces of carrion by the space blades inside. They were originally attacked by high-level thunder magic. After being hit by the bombardment, the body was somewhat carbonized. After being cut by the sharp space blade, the carbon blocks turned into rotten flesh fell like rain.

Su Zhe's eyes were a little dim. Using this kind of magic that was comparable to the pinnacle of high-level magic took a lot of mental energy from him, but it was still not up to his limit.

"Uncle, the next generation you are protecting has grown up."

The scar-faced military mage looked at Su Zhe blankly and smiled casually, "Yes, I have been a soldier for more than ten years in a blink of an eye. I am very happy to see a genius like you. I will die without regrets."

Su Zhe laughed, and the smoke he exhaled blurred Su Zhe's vision, "Don't say that, uncle, it's easy to die on the spot in this war." The uncle was stunned, "Hahahahahahaha, okay, alive Go down and stay alive!"

The four commander-level zombies had no way of surviving under Su Zhe's space storm. The only zombie who still had a breath was also stabbed by Xu.

Xu flapped his wings, and the sun's true fire left sparks all over the sky with the waving of his wings. Su Zhe's strength became stronger and stronger. Xu felt that he had gradually become a tool for transportation. Guangyao was still in and out of the undead group seven times. , attracting the firepower of a large number of undead, and the little mermaid Nini also assisted the soldiers on the city wall, greatly reducing casualties.

Xu turned his head and looked at his flaming wings. He was the only one who could not bring substantial help to Su Zhe. Xu, who was determined to transform after this incident, continued to hover in the sky, trying his best to avoid every attack for Su Zhe. .

Su Zhe seemed to be aware of Xu's silence, and his loud shout became a little deeper.

He touched Xu's feathers soothingly, thinking that it was somewhat difficult for him to accept the depressing atmosphere and dark atmosphere on the undead battlefield.

If he knew what Xu was thinking, Su Zhe would definitely laugh or cry. It has only been three years since Xu was born. It is extremely rare to have the strength of an advanced warrior. After all, the development cycle of demons is very long, and their strength is Progress is hard to catch up with humans.

The scar-faced military mage held his broken left arm, his face twitching in pain. Even a tough guy like him was a little unbearable after suffering dozens of scars on his body and a broken arm.

"Boy, my wind magic energy is almost exhausted, and I fell into the pile of undead. With my current injury, I am like a piece of fish to be slaughtered by others, so I will go back first."

Su Zhe nodded, "My other magic systems haven't been used yet. I'm helping the military department clean up some monsters. I'm going back too."

The scar-faced military mage nodded twitchingly. He wanted to reduce the energy consumption as much as possible. His wind magic power was only enough for him to fly back.

"The Dead Song - Funeral"

Taking out his violin to clear a path for the scar-faced military mage, Su Zhe aimed his magic at the surrounding undead.

"It has been buried under the ground for so many years and has been living an ignoble existence. Today I want you to listen to modern music!"

serenade!

A beautiful piece of music slowly appeared in Su Zhe's hands.

With the addition of Haezhi Guan, Su Zhe's music system not only has the effect of the spiritual system, but also has some purifying effects of the light system.

The bones touched by the sound waves turned into ashes and scattered in the air. The stronger ones also became sluggish in their movements, and the soul fire in their eyes was beating violently.

As the music progressed, the fire of these undead souls extinguished and turned into a pile of useless garbage piled on the ground.

Large tracts of low-level undead were cut off like wheat and turned into ashes. Countless zombies and ghosts were also completely purified.

The Ghost Gun Dead Lord, who was being entangled by the military commander, slowly turned his head. He heard a very disgusting sound, and also sensed the disappearance of the soul fluctuations of his six subordinates.

The white soul fire in his eyes locked on Su Zhe. The Ghost Gun of Death didn't hesitate and went straight to Su Zhe. It wanted to cut the annoying boy in front of him into pieces!

(End of this chapter)