Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 112 The Fighting Style of Tier 7 Bosses

   At this moment, the few people felt as if someone had knocked a sap on the back of the head, and that guy was not good at learning, so he couldn't knock people out.

   That's uncomfortable!

   But, that's all.

  Because the cry of the chilling cicada is not used to hurt the enemy, but to call.

  A hideous, huge projection appeared.

The head is wide and short, with prominent frontal lip base, a pair of black compound eyes located on both sides of the head, short and bristle-like antennae, slender mouthparts, a pair of feet on the front chest, middle chest and hind chest. The leg segments are developed, with barbs, and the abdomen is long and tapered. There are a total of 12 abdominal segments and 6 pairs of membranous wings... It looks very similar to cicadas.

  However, when a cicada appears in front of you after being magnified thousands of times, it is not as simple as hideous and terrifying.

  Yate only glanced at it, and felt as if countless cicadas were ringing in his head.

   "Di Liu Liu..."

   "Got it, got it!"

   "嘿—咒—"

   All kinds of cicadas chirping, very strange, they seemed to be the sounds he had heard in his previous life. They should be very irritating, but they felt very kind, and wanted to listen for a while.

  A coolness suddenly came from the left arm.

  Yate shuddered and woke up.

  The scarf was tied on his left arm.

  It was extremely cold outside, but he broke out in a cold sweat.

   Almost!

  I don't know what the consequences will be, and he doesn't want to know, it's not a good thing anyway.

   Turning around is about to wake up the others.

   Several people looked stupid, very much like the "people who lost their souls" in his previous life.

   I wonder if physical means have any effect?

   But always try.

  Yate was about to start, when several people suddenly woke up together.

   Then Qi Shushu stared at Art, who raised his hand.

   "I thought you wouldn't wake up!" Art withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

   Several people recalled the experience just now, and their expressions changed drastically.

   "Don't look!" Ives Wood directly covered the eyes of the Melville brothers and sisters.

   Noah Godwin, April Joel and Nelson Doyle also bowed their heads.

   His face was ugly.

  If it wasn't for the help of Ms. Lilith's projection just now, their end would be to become fools at best!

   Worse, such as being distorted and turned into a monster.

  At that time, unless a higher-level existence takes action, no one will be able to save them.

   But that is almost impossible.

   The projection summoned by Chilling Cicada has exceeded the rating range of normal spirit creatures!

   Just by looking at it, it was almost polluted and fell. This level is already an ancient level above the top!

  The classification of spirit world creatures is low, medium, high, top, ancient, and gods and demons.

  Among them, gods and demons are existences at the level of Lord of Storms and Ms. Yue.

  Ancient level, second only to this level, most of them are old guys who have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

   Certainly not at the level of gods and demons.

  If it is an existence at the level of gods and demons, even if it is just a projection, Florence Grace, the hammer of the storm, and Christopher Micah, the lead singer, cannot resist.

  After the projection appeared, Christopher Micah's resonant singing voice followed.

   "The Great Stormlord..."

  Art finally knew why he was called the lead singer!

  His singing voice is not only loud and clear, and can be clearly transmitted here from 3 kilometers away, but also has its own unique rhythm, which can arouse some kind of spiritual resonance.

  Yate only listened to the beginning, and he felt like hearing his favorite song, and couldn't help but want to sing along.

   Fortunately, his deceptive power is not as strong as the projection summoned by Chilling.

   Can hold back.

  The Melville brothers and sisters have covered their ears.

  As Christopher Micah's chanting ended, a more majestic force appeared.

  The reason why it is described in this way is because everyone in Yate has learned how to behave, and no one stares stupidly anymore.

   It turns out that this is the fighting style of bosses above level 7, called parents!

  Learn...fuck!

  What is the use of what you have learned?

  伱Is there anyone who can shake it?

   "Boom—" There was a loud noise like the sky falling apart.

  Yate and the others felt their minds were shaken by it, and it took a while for them to recover.

  It feels so good to be quiet!

  The projections in the sky, ice and snow, wind and thunder all disappeared, the moon was bright and the sky was deep, everything was so beautiful.

   Florence Grace and Christopher Micah just returned.

   Always take care of the scene, such as touching a corpse or something.

  Although they are Tier 7 bosses, this Chilling Cicada is no lower than them.

   It's a pity that the last blow destroyed Han Chan's body.

   Moreover, this Chilling Cicada is still a descendant of an ancient person, and they summoned the power of the Lord of Storms to destroy a projection of that ancient person, probably already hated.

   Stealing chickens won't cost you money, and the faces of the two are a little ugly.

   There is no scar on the body.

  That is to say, there are traces of ice blue on Florence Grace's armor.

   This set of magic equipment is afraid that it will be returned to the furnace.

   "You two are the little ones from the Melville family?" Florence Grace asked before and after the group of people.

   "Yes." The Melville brothers and sisters looked respectful.

   "How many of you survivors are left?" Christopher Micah asked Arter.

   "Yes." Several people nodded.

   Be more disciplined, more disciplined.

  Art also stopped squinting at people.

  The 7th-level boss is still the 2nd, and he is in a bad mood, is it true?

   "It can be put away," Christopher Micah said to Lorraine Melville.

   "Ah!" Lorraine Melville remembered now, and hurriedly canceled the summon.

   Christopher Micah looked at Ives Wood again, but soon shook his head in disappointment.

   Ives Wood is a fire mage, but his strength is too weak, and there is not much power left in his body, so he can't help him.

  Although Ives Wood was curious, he didn't dare to ask more questions.

  He could see that these two were not in a very happy mood.

   "Forget it, I'll do it myself." Christopher Micah glanced at Yate and the others again, and finally said helplessly.

  Open the "Spell Book" with a blue cover in his hand, and recite the prayer.

  Yat doesn't know the real name of this book, so let's call it the spell book for the time being.

   After the chanting ended, a tornado column with a diameter of over 1 meter and a height of more than 10 meters appeared.

  Christopher Micah manipulated the tornado and began to plow the ground under the shocked eyes of the Ater people.

   Sweep everything in the village to pieces, leaving only an open space.

  Rough, but also very refreshing.

  Those things on the market are completely ignored by the two of them!

  Yate suddenly felt that the tornado of the druid elemental system seemed to be good.

   Someone helped to erase the scene, so he was naturally very happy.

   Then, Christopher Micah took out a large amount of materials from the space backpack and began to arrange the rituals.

  Large Ritual, functioning like a teleportation station, used to travel between the spirit world and the present world.

   This is also the main purpose of the two of them coming here.

   The Melville siblings are just incidental.

   Sincerely thank every book friend~ Thank you for your support

  (end of this chapter)