The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Run, run, run...

"I said, when will we stop until we run?" Hugo asked his companions boredly. Since just now, they have run fifty-nine laps on the same trajectory. As a wizard, she rarely has the experience of running such a long distance, and she still runs close to full force.

"Probably, forty laps will be enough. According to my perfect calculation, by that time, this attack can be completed." Hugo's companion, who lost to Ulysses in the card game not long ago The alchemist wiped his sweat and continued to fiddle with a card in the center of the magic circle.

This is a giant magic circle with a diameter of one kilometer and a radius of five hundred meters. There is a perfect twelve-pointed star in the magic circle, and the alchemist is standing in the center of the magic circle, constantly calculating what.

In addition to Hugo, the blue star and a shadow in a cyan cloak were also running. It can be seen that they are all running at the speed of Hugo. If you look carefully, the positions of the three people are exactly the three average points of the magic circle drawn on the ground at any time. If they are still and connect the positions of the three people, it will be a perfect triangle.

As Hugo and the others ran, the magic circle began to shine brightly, something scattered from Hugo and the others, and then turned along the periphery of the magic circle.

"By the way, this is the feeling. This is the legendary magic attack formula of the ancient magic age!" Feeling the magic power on the edge of the magic circle began to accelerate, the alchemist clasped his right fist, clapped his hand excitedly, and proceeded more precisely. Calculation.

One lap, two laps, three laps... Hugo and the others are still running. But the speed has picked up unknowingly. It is not that they are accelerating, but the flow of magic power that constitutes the magic circle itself is accelerating, leading them to fast up together.

"Very good, very good. Perfect, simply awesome!" The huge magic power began to rush along the edge of the magic circle, and even the alchemist standing in the center felt the horrible magic brewing. This is not a sum of one plus one plus one, but a higher multiple of three.

Ninety, ninety-one... Hugo and the others are finally approaching the end of the lap. In the back, their speed is getting faster and faster, so fast that even they themselves are a little unimaginable. The magical power that has almost become a substance flows around them at a high speed on the edge of the magic circle, accelerating continuously. Looking at it in the air, it was like a huge magic ring continuously rotating.

"Five, four, three, two, one..." The huge magic circle on the earth lit up, and the perfect twelve-pointed star began to burst into fiery light, and with the storm-like air currents, everything finally came to the end. stage.

"Large spiral orbit attack the magic circle, start!" Without any hesitation, the alchemist standing in the center of the magic circle threw out a card in his hand. This is a card with exactly the same pattern as the giant magic circle on the ground, a crystallization of knowledge from the age of magic in ancient languages.

The huge magic power that ran wildly on the edge of the magic circle finally found a place to vent, and continued to converge above the magic circle according to a fixed spiral trajectory. From a circle with a diameter of one thousand meters, it finally converged into a point-a magic ball about one meter only.

"Launch!" In the excited voice of the alchemist, with the help of the power generated by the fixed magic track, the magic ball flew out at a speed that the human eye could not observe. The goal is to expose a corner of the castle in the distance.

"Boom!" Even after a distance of more than ten kilometers, the loud noise from the explosion was still shocking. At the location of the castle in the distance, a huge cross light blasted into the sky. The earth shook violently and shuddered, and countless trees fell to the ground under the huge shock wave brought by the explosion.

After the explosion, nothing could be seen at the location of the castle in the distance. Of course, the Seven Wings mission of "attacking a fixed target" was 100% completed. After a burst of blue light, they also returned to the resting town.

"This is what you said about the power of the large spiral orbit to attack the magic circle. Although I have read the records, I didn't expect it to reach this point." Hugo was a little surprised as he watched the castle disappear completely like that. She seems to have seen this magic circle in the records of Babylon’s treasure house of wisdom. It is one of the mass destruction magic of ancient language magic, but there are too few records, and it seems that it has hardly been used in actual combat.

"I also feel surprised. The power of this is several times stronger than I thought. It is indeed a dangerous level S magic circle. The power is really extraordinary." The alchemist standing in the center wiped his sweat and said accidentally. Missed his mouth.

"Wait, what's going on with the danger level S? That level is not practical magic at all!" Hugo shouted in surprise. In ancient magic, all the magic of the danger level S is suicidal. Magic, the success rate is not even one percent.

"Ah... Actually, it's not that difficult. As long as the three seventh-level powerhouses on the outer circle of the magic circle keep moving at a constant speed, and run ninety-nine laps without any error along the fixed track, this large-scale There is a 30% success rate of spiral orbit attacking the magic circle..."

"What is the other seventy percent?" The shadow in the cyan cloak appeared quietly behind the alchemist, and put a short knife on her neck.

"Uh, it's really nothing. The speed of the three 7th-level powerhouses must be absolutely the same, and the distance difference is infinitely close to zero... It's really not a harsh condition. You need to know that the 30% success rate is at high difficulty. It’s already a very high probability in the magic experiment..." The alchemist with big drops of cold sweat on his forehead was making the final struggle.

"What's the other seventy percent?" The assassin's voice did not fluctuate at all, but the chill from the weapon in his hand became heavier and heavier.

"Actually...wow, I said, I said, it's just a small explosion, which is equivalent to the out-of-control (small) explosions of the magical powers of three seventh-level powerhouses. You will definitely not die. Of course, neither do I Will die, the central location is the safest." The alchemist argued profusely.

"Babylon's treasure house, selection, book of curses, curse type, cry!" The expressionless Hugo summoned his Babylonian treasure house, extracted an unknown dark magic book from it, and began to declare the fate of his companion .

"Curse Elimination Card...Ah!" The shocked alchemist immediately took out his magic card, preparing to eliminate the curse. But she had forgotten who was behind her-a light knock came from the position of the spine, which paralyzed her body, and the magic card in her hand also fell to the ground.

The magic book with tears in Hugo's hand flew out of a page, stuck it on the alchemist's body, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"I...uh...just an experiment...uh..." Large drops of tears dazzled from the alchemist's eyes, like a little rabbit being bullied, and they couldn't stop it.

However, she might not be considered the most pitiful. In the medical room of the Supreme Cult, a black knight was even more aggrieved.

"I didn't even see the enemy, why did I get out of the game, what is that white ball of light?"

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"Wow ha ha ha ha, I shoot, I shoot, I shoot!" Five little girls, Hydra each holding two Hydra rockets, blasting frantically at the rushing skeleton soldiers. She hadn't tried it for a long, long time, as it shattered all the opponents.

Red metal flame bombs are constantly sprayed out of Hydra's weapons. These weapons that fire metal flame bombs at a rate of more than 10,000 rounds per minute are a nightmare for any army.

The skeleton soldiers brandishing bone knives and blades had no resistance in the ten tongues of flame interwoven into a net, and they fell one after another, turning into countless white fragments. And Hydra didn't even let go of the fragments of these bones, and continued to bombard and kill. It is a rare opportunity for such a big attack, she will not let it go, she is missing an opportunity to vent.

On the other side, Angela held her red-eyed dragon spear horizontally, and the red flames that could melt the rocks burned blazingly beside her. Those skeletons couldn't even reach a range of three meters close to her.

"Lei Lu!" No matter what, Angela had only one biggest opponent, the one with the same colored hair and pupils as her.

A red hotline flashed across the ground, and Angela went straight through the positions of all the undead and rushed to the end. In front of her, was a death knight riding a nightmare burning with flames. Behind her was a passage of red flames, and all the undead who blocked her were burned to ashes by this blow.

That's right, it's the death knight. It's really funny to say that the task she and Saya and the others received was "Expelling the Undead", which is really a big joke.