Weird Wizarding World

  Chapter 85 The dust has settled

   Autumn night, the bleak wind came with coolness.

   Wizard Rapp stood in mid-air, looking down at the apprentices gathered below in a circle.

   Most of them have recovered their magic power and woke up from meditation.

   is now huddled on the edge of the cliff overlooking Black Rock City.

   Rapp slowly retracted his gaze, and once again looked at Blackrock City in the distance.

  The flames in the city are still burning, but they are much smaller than before.

   at Thorn Thorn block.

   Oman's huge invisible figure is like a sculpture, still standing in place.

  Under the influence of various performances brought by the flame figures in the city, the invisible scarlet mist permeating the air became more and more intense.

  Lapp frowned slightly when he saw this.

   As a first-order peak wizard who has lived for nearly three hundred years.

   He naturally knows what Oman is doing...

   is nothing more than wanting to increase your own strength.

   He looked at Oman, who seemed to be defenseless, and smiled coldly.

   As originally chosen, it remains in place, motionless.

   did not shoot, nor intend to shoot.

   The elaborate ritual altar of the Flesh Thorns has been destroyed.

   No matter how Oman enhances the power of the projection, the Lord of Flesh and Thorns walks in the world with only his flesh.

   This also means that the ultimate strength of Oman is always limited...

   And this upper limit, Rapp is very clear, it is difficult to exceed his strength under the blessing of the witch formation.

   Not to mention, no matter how strong Oman is.

  The duration of the projection possession of the Lord of Flesh Thorns will not increase.

   It depends only on Oman, the reliance itself.

   Wait until Oman burns from soul to body...

   Everything will be settled!

  'As for Blackrock City...' Rapp looked indifferent.

  ‘Rebuild is. ’

   didn't make him wait long.

   The Black Rock City in the distance has changed again.

  The scarlet mist that covered the city solidified at this moment as if time had stopped!

  The crowd was still crying, the flames were still beating, licking the building and making a crackling sound.

   But the red mist seemed to solidify into amber in another dimension.

  The next moment, it rewinds like a vortex!

  Those figures still shrouded in the flame of vengeance, the flames on their bodies suddenly began to burn violently for no reason.

   "Why...I haven't gotten my revenge yet..."

   As the red mist swept through, those figures turned into a handful of ashes.

   Countless survivors cried with joy.

   Some of them really hurt the person who turned to ashes in front of them, some just had a slight friction with him, and some didn't even know the flame figure who came to seek revenge...

   Thorn Thorn Block.

   Oman took a breath of intoxication and let out a contented sigh.

  These scarlet mists are like tired birds returning to their nests, circling around him, forming a huge blood-colored vortex, and then burrowing into his mouth, nose, and skin, and being absorbed by him.

   After the scarlet mist was absorbed, his long standing body finally moved.

  Shoo!

   Oman took a step forward, wrapping the dark red monster around him and instantly came out of the wizard's territory.

  Boom.

  The shops and markets here have collapsed and shattered under their unscrupulous march!

   "Rapp."

  Aman said, the voice was low and reverberated, it seemed to be mixed with some strange noises, which made people feel chills inexplicably.

   He took another step, came to the mid-air outside the witch formation, and looked down at Wizard Rapp.

  Click.

   Below Wizard Rapp,

   A small sound rang out.

  Colin subconsciously looked in the direction the voice came from.

   An apprentice was frowning and raising his right foot, as if he had stepped on something.

   Although the apprentice pretended to be calm, anyone could see his nervousness from his slightly trembling thighs.

   But no one laughed at him.

  Because...they weren't much better either.

  Colin turned his head and continued to stare at the mighty Oman line of monsters in front of him.

   glanced at Oman, who was more than ten meters tall.

   At the feet of his huge body, a large group of dark red monsters gathered.

   One of the most conspicuous is the figure standing next to his right foot, nearly three meters high and covered with **** thorns.

   In the super-sense field of vision, the scarlet light it emits is obviously more dazzling and wider than other dark red monsters.

   At first glance, it is not a good character to deal with!

   "Idiot followers of evil gods."

  Suddenly, Wizard Rapp above said.

  Colin cast his gaze over.

   This was the first time he heard Wizard Rapp speak.

  The voice is calm, slightly hoarse, as if rusted iron rubs.

  Oman was not annoyed when he heard the words, just a light sarcasm:

   "Stupid mortal who doesn't know the real horror."

  Wizards and cultists like them are at odds with each other. I don’t know how many times such a scolding has happened.

   "I thought you wouldn't dare to come here." Wizard Rapp spoke again.

   Oman smiled faintly, didn't answer, just waved his big hand and patted the translucent shield in front of him.

  Boom! !

   Rapp frowned slightly, clenching his wand, maintaining the stability of the witch formation.

   He wanted to use words to delay for a while, after all, the longer time passed, the more advantageous it would be for him.

   But Oman is obviously not stupid.

  Boom!

  The blood-colored energy continuously bombarded the translucent wizard shield, causing waves of ripples.

   Seemingly teetering, Wizard Rapp relaxed slightly.

   If it's just this kind of attack strength... then this battle will have no other results!

   But he didn't take it lightly, raised his hand and waved his wand tentatively.

   A transparent beam the size of a bucket shot towards Oman's chest.

  Shoo!

  The blood-colored mist spontaneously formed a round shield on Oman's chest, successfully intercepting the beam.

   Rapp frowned and dismissed his intention to attack again.

   These attacks are nothing but pointless consumption.

  Unless you do your best, or in Oman's current state, these ordinary attacks alone, let alone cause damage, can't even consume Oman's energy.

"Roar!"

   The dark red monsters around Oman are also attacking the shield at this time!

   bang bang bang!

  With their large numbers, the movements they cause are also amazing.

  Rapp didn't care.

   For him, below the official wizard... but they are just ants.

   His main focus was still on Oman.

  There was no emotion on Aman's godlike face, and he just kept bombarding the shield.

The   shroud shook like a jelly, but it didn't mean to shatter at all.

  The situation was so stalemate.

The apprentices below    seemed to sense that the situation was not as critical as they thought, or that Mr. Rapp was as strong as he thought.

   In short, after realizing that Oman seemed unable to break through the shield, their expressions eased a little.

   Colin stared at the monsters from Oman who were blocked by the shield not far away.

   I was a little stunned in my heart,

   Previously, a group of monsters in Oman were so powerful in Blackrock City, but now they are firmly isolated from the witch formation.

   was not far in front of him.

   That three-meter-high monster with spikes all over its body was using all its strengths to bombard the shield, and there was a mighty presence in every gesture!

   If it were replaced by his current defense, if he stood in place and let it attack, it might be broken by it in less than two minutes.

   But such a powerful attack only caused faint ripples in front of the witch formation.

  Only the attack of Amman's huge blood-colored figure can make the shield shake violently.

   Colin's nervous heart gradually fell.

   The result of this incident may have been decided when Wizard Rapp made a rational and cruel choice to avoid the edge for a while.

   In this crisis-ridden world, the Rapp wizard who has lived for nearly three hundred years... is far stronger and more experienced than he imagined.

  Boom! !

   seems to be aware that he is powerless with the shield in front of him, and the frequency of Oman's attacks is getting faster and faster.

  The power is also getting bigger and bigger!

   Wizard Rapp saw this, holding his wand tightly, but his expression became more and more relaxed.

   His own witch formation was upgraded and transformed on the basis of the original ruler of the island, the Black Stone family.

   Even facing a second-order wizard, he can last at least half an hour.

  If Oman only has this strength, then trying to break the sorcerer formation before the end of the projection is just a nonsense.

   Just when everyone thought the overall situation was settled.

   Mountainside.

  Whoosh!

  A thin, dark red figure was approaching the wizard's collar under the cover of the night, and the top of its scepter-like right hand emitted a scarlet light.

   Soon, it merged into the dark red monster group like water droplets.

   It just came to the feet of Oman's huge body.

   "Damn!"

   Oman shouted angrily from outside the shield, as if he knew that his defeat was a foregone conclusion.

   He raised his arm, and the blood-colored mist quickly converged toward his fingertips like a stream of water, condensing into a small red-black ball the size of a human head.

  After the ball is formed, it will automatically separate from the fingertips, and it seems to be slow and fast, but it will fly towards the shield quickly.

   Wizard Rapp's eyes narrowed slightly, and he increased the magic power output again.

   The translucent shield is visible to the naked eye.

  scoff!

   The black and red ball was in contact with the shield, and the movement was not big, but there was a slight chi chi sound.

   But the shield of the witch formation flickered indefinitely, being pulled and twisted by the black and red balls!

  Rapp's expression also became solemn.

   "Mr. Rapp..." An apprentice muttered worriedly below.

   Colin also stared at the black and red ball that was blocked by the translucent shield not far away, but couldn't do anything.

   These wizards can only watch the battle here.

   Even the peak apprentices like Berkeley have no way of getting involved in the current battle situation.

  ...The witch formation also relies on magic stone ore veins as energy, and they don't need to input magic power.

  Colin retracted his gaze and sighed slightly in his heart.

   In the next second, he was slightly startled.

   Out of the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of an unusual dark red monster.

  It is thin, with a scepter-shaped right hand, and the scarlet light on its body is the same as that of the blood-thorn monster, far more powerful than other dark red monsters!

   At this time, it was standing at Oman’s feet, gradually sublimating, turning into a red mist, and blending into Oman’s body.

   In the red mist, a faint golden flash could be seen.

   For some unknown reason, Colin suddenly felt a panic in his heart for no apparent reason.

  's mind moved slightly, and the aura of witchcraft flickered on him.

   It was also at this moment that even the magical brilliance of Colin had not disappeared.

   A huge scarlet palm passed through the shield as if unobstructed, and slapped Wizard Rapp! !

   The scarlet palm is as solid as a black and red ball, and the fine red and black light spots are constantly flashing around, with a terrifying power.

   Rapp's complexion changed dramatically!

   He didn't care to explore why the witch formation didn't work, and concentrated on waving his wand to resist.

   The wizard shield on the side lost his blessing and could no longer withstand the power of the black and red balls.

  Crack! !

   shattered like glass.

  Boom! ! !

   The black and red **** burst open.

  …

   Somewhere in Blackrock City,

  Harrington held the scepter with dark golden lines and stared in the direction of the wizard's leader, his eyes filled with anticipation.

   Looking at the black and red flames rising in the wizard's head as expected, he felt a burst of joy in his heart!

  ‘…My hard work for so long was not in vain. ’

  'Old Rapp...' He sneered and murmured in a low voice:

   "Black Rock Island will always belong to our Black Rock family!

   The Black Rock Wizard Leader will always belong to the Black Rock family, including the wizard formation above! "

   The black and red flames blocked his sight. He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the black Heywood beside him.

  Heywood felt Harrington's gaze, and his heart suddenly became more and more respectful as he lowered his head.

  Pooh!

   But the next second, with the faint sound of wind, he felt a sharp pain in his heart!

   A scepter with dark golden lines pierced through his heart.

  Heywood subconsciously held the dark golden scepter with his big dark hands.

   Blood spurted out from the gap between the wound and the scepter, instantly staining his hands red.

  He looked up at Harrington with disbelief, his **** mouth opened and closed unconsciously.

   Then, he fell heavily to the ground.

  Poof.

  Harrington pulled his scepter from Heywood's corpse, waved it a few times, and wiped off the blood stained on the spikes at the end.

   Now that the plan has been implemented, Oman successfully deceived the sorcerer with his help.

   Then there is no need to keep these materials used to study how to hide from the witch formation.

  Boom! !

  Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted from behind!

  Harrington's heart suddenly jumped and he turned around sharply.

  Boom! boom! boom!

   In the process of turning his head, dazzling lights came one after another from behind.

   He squinted slightly and looked at the wizard's collar at the top of the mountain, and his face gradually sank.

   The constant flickering light hit his gloomy face, adding a bit of terror to his already ugly complexion.

  ‘This iconic light is undoubtedly Old Man Rapp’s signature first-level witchcraft—Sunday Fireball…’

  Harrington's heart gradually sank.

   You must know that the witch formation is not something rigid and rigid.

  The credential he gave Oman could only give him one chance at a surprise attack.

  Oman...must lay the dust in one blow!

  Otherwise, when the old man Rapp reacts, he can quickly adjust the witch formation, identify him, and defend again.

   Even if the shield of the witch formation is temporarily broken, as long as the center of the witch formation is not damaged.

  Rapp will still be able to obtain the blessing of the witch formation, and the translucent defensive shield will soon be regenerated.

   In this case, if Oman's first strike did not deal critical damage.

   The longer that time, the greater the advantage of Rapp.

   And from the current situation, this constantly flashing light undoubtedly means—

   Oman did not lay the dust in a single blow.

   "Those who believe in gods are really a bunch of idiots."

  Harrington put away the scepter with dark golden lines in his hand, no longer nostalgic, and turned away with a cold face.

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   crackling crackling——

  The wooden structure of the building not far away whimpered in the raging fire.

   "cough-cough-"

   Colin coughed, waved away the black smoke in front of him, and looked around with wide eyes.

The wizard's collar in front of    no longer looks like a mountain, and everything that can be seen with the naked eye is burning.

   Wooden houses, meadows, trees, and even the corpses of some dead apprentices...

   The dormitory area where the junior apprentices lived, is now just a ruin.

  Crack!

  Boom.

   Another building collapsed in flames.

The sound of    collapse reminded him of the explosion that seemed to destroy the world just now...

correct!

   What about Wizard Rapp? !

   Colin glanced around the sky, but found no half-figure.

   There is no Rapp wizard, nor that huge **** figure.

  scoff!

   Not far away, the sound of fire extinguishing was mixed with noisy voices.

   "Quickly put out the fire!"

   "Here's someone injured!"

   Colin ran in the direction the voice came from.

   Thanks to the protection of a sub-limit high temperature resistance and other defenses against witchcraft, he was not injured.

   It's just that I can't see what happened because of the dazzling light just now.

   But before he took two steps, he gradually stopped.

   In the field of vision,

   A familiar grey-robed figure reappeared in midair.

   The stature is small, but it cannot be ignored.

   More to come!

   (end of this chapter)