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Dora couldn't help but shivered, she stared at Lance's eyes in a daze, feeling a dizzy illusion.

When she recovered from the horror-like situation, all she left was a straight back.

He stopped trembling and walked firmly towards the Gray-eyed Cultists outside the camp.

"This guy..." Landry couldn't help swallowing, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "It's worthy of being the one who can kill the hooded man. No wonder there is a third-level wizard who accepts him as a disciple. Is that feeling just now? Is it spiritual magic?"

"It's not spiritual magic!" said the barbarian wizard thoughtfully: "That's... a simple desire to kill."

"You mean..." Dora understood a little.

"He seemed to have been suppressing for a long time." Sacra hesitated for a moment before saying slowly: "He felt that there was something that did not belong to him... But we are safe for the time being, because his will is also very strong."

...

Forreland narrowed his eyes, but he was not as calm as he showed.

"Forbidden Demon Warrior, come on me." He shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone will give him a spell mark and let him see our strength!"

"His Highness Pandora is immortal!" The Grey-eyed believers shouted.

When Lance walked out of the camp, he was greeted by a whole row of fully equipped Forbidden Magic Warriors!

Unless these forbidden magic warriors were hit by the vital points, they were very resistant to magic. They held shields and long swords in their hands and rushed towards Lance with a roar.

At the same time, several advanced apprentices who were leaning on the front also hit Lance's mark on his spell.

In an instant, Lance felt at least four advanced apprentices brewing spells quickly—

Wait, it’s not a quick brewing, but has been released!

Lance raised his head in surprise, and when the four spell marks fell on him, four black lights shot over like shadows.

"What a fast casting speed!"

This speed caught Lance off guard, and he could only barely block it with Bileg's rotational force field.

Four black lights hit Lance's body, and a violent pain spread throughout his body.

"It's [Death Black Light]! Hell, this is clearly a first-level spell. Why are their casting speed so fast?" Landry's face was extremely difficult to see. These gray-eyed cultists were so strange.

At this moment, Dora said softly: "It turns out that the legend is true."

"Hmm?" The rest of them looked at her.

Dora thought for a while and explained, "If I guessed correctly, these people are all mortals who do not have the talent to become wizards!"

"This is impossible!" Valerie said in surprise: "How can mortals master spells? They cannot build runes at all."

"The Blood of the True God." Sacra suddenly said, "They gain the ability to use spells by taking the Blood of the True God... If I guess correctly, another name for the Blood of the True God is..."

"Pandora virus."

...

The four deadly black lights did not cause Lance to suffer much damage. This surprised him a little.

"The casting speed is very fast, but the spell strength seems to be only one-third of that of a normal spell." Lance moved his muscles and bones, and the powerful physical fitness given to him by the Demon Heart will soon recover from the damage. In addition, he is a wizard himself, and his resistance to the spell is pretty good, so that these four deadly black lights basically did not have much impact on him.

At this time, the several forbidden magic warriors who rushed to the front roared and rushed up.

A murderous intent flashed in Lance's eyes. Several more magic marks fell on him.

Forreland showed a hint of pride: "This kid looks good in spell resistance, but it is impossible to break through such a siege!"

The Gray-Eyed Cult wizards continuously marked the spell marks and prepared to continue using the spells.

Who knew that the next moment, Lance's figure suddenly became ethereal and empty!

Forreland suddenly widened his eyes, and saw a phantom like a gust of wind. He directly passed through the gap between the Forbidden Demon Warriors. His speed was so fast that the eyes of ordinary people could not keep up with his movements!

"What kind of spell is this!" Forreland's face turned pale and he couldn't help but roar: "Use spells to attack him!"

Everyone looked at a loss.

One of the gray-eyed cultists said boldly: "Mr. Forreland...we, we can't mark him..."

How is that possible!

Forreland was angry. He took out his staff and began to chant softly.

However, Lance's speed was faster than he thought. Before his spell could be finished chanting, his lower abdomen was in a severe pain!

Lance's figure gradually appeared, and he actually plunged into Forreland's arms!

The second-level wizard cried out in pain and was knocked away. Lance did not pursue it, but instead let Furyland go, turned sideways, and hit a signature molten ray!

Bang!

A gray-eyed cultist had no time to hide and his head blossomed.

The rest of the people were shocked and they began to look for cover. Unfortunately, Lance's speed was not something they could withstand. Without the cover of the Forbidden Demon Warrior, the woods were the world of Lance!

"Ah!" With a scream, a high-level apprentice was cruelly twisted off by Lance when he was applying a defensive spell to himself.

On the other hand, the familiar fireball technique was launched continuously, eventually smashing an unexpected gray-eyed cultist into coke.

The forbidden demon warriors chased them one after another, but unfortunately what awaited them was the ruthless Bileg flying knife that had three consecutive rounds of ruthlessness-

Lance appeared behind the warriors like a ghost, and released the long-prepared flying knife expressionlessly, harvesting their lives as if cutting straw!

These forbidden magic warriors have strong resistance to witchcraft, but the Bileg flying knife is composed entirely of force fields and can most effectively kill the forbidden magic warriors.

A bunch of blood rain floated silently. In the blink of an eye, the heads of more than a dozen forbidden magic warriors fell down in circles and rolled to the side.

Forreland struggled to get up from the grass, looking horrified.

The other high-level apprentices were so scared that they lost their arrogant arrogance just now. Lance's killing efficiency was really terrifying!

However, in the first round of the fight, he killed three Grey Eyes and almost two-thirds of the Forbidden Demon Warriors.

"Damn boy. I'm going to kill you!"

The second-level wizard walked out of the grass with great strides, aiming the tip of the staff in his hand at Lance. The spells continued.

The azure light burst out from the tip of the staff.

...

"The perverted movement speed, the perverted movement casting, the perverted casting accuracy, the perverted magic..." Landry shook his head helplessly, his face full of frustration: "I was actually lucky to be in an adventure team with such a guy who is enough to be named by [monster]. It's really..."

"Agree." Valerie said silently: "I thought before that the gap between us free wizards and the three major wizard organizations was only in terms of resources... When I saw Mr. Lance killing the hooded man in Bronze Dragon Square, I thought he was just like that."

Everyone was silent. When Field was killed, people still had doubts about Lance.

That's because they didn't personally experience the feeling of fighting face to face with Lance. Field was actually strong enough. With his strength, he was fully qualified to play in the Blood Sail Competition. It's a pity that he met Lance.

Lance, who has two powerful weapons, chips and Demon Heart, is far superior to most first-level wizards in terms of starting point. Although his spell factor is not sensitive and there will eventually be hidden dangers and bottlenecks in the future, under the threshold of a first-level wizard, few people can resist him.

"No. You looked up to the three major wizard organizations." Landry said with a wry smile: "I am from Rainbow Island, but I promise you that besides Christine of the Apocalypse family and a few guys who are also monsters, the others are definitely not opponents of Mr. Lance."

"But that Forreland is a second-level wizard..." Valerie said with a little concern: "There is an insurmountable gap between the second-level wizard and the first-level wizard."

"No." Dora shook her head and said, "If it were a real second-level wizard, Lance would not have so many opportunities to take action calmly."

"These wizards who rely on taking the blood of the true god to control the spell power will have insufficient spell strength. In other words, although this Forreland's magic power has exceeded 100 points, his spell strength is probably not much different from that of a first-level wizard. Lance has a great chance."

...

The azure blue light flashed endlessly, and a huge python roared out of the blue light.

The python has a waist as thick as a bucket, and its head is hard and carries a lot of viscous green liquid on its body.

Wherever the python crawled, all the plants suddenly rotted and withered.

"The Death-eating Giant Python in the Plagueland..." Lance looked around. Under Forreland's control, the Death-eating Giant Python did not attack immediately. Instead, it focused on Lance and used its huge body to surround Lance.

"It turned out that I wanted to use the dead python's dead body fluid to limit my speed." He immediately understood Forreland's intention.

This guy must have been frightened by Lance's speed, so he used such a tactic.

Under the cover of the death-eating giant python, the remaining gray-eyed cultists mustered up the courage and leaned over secretly.

There was a brave man who actually tried to throw a spell mark on Lance again.

Lance's backhand made a fireball, knocking him off the tree and almost broke it.

"These first-level wizards are really too weak." Lance felt the surging magic in his body, but he felt a little alert in his heart.

However, he was not going to stop at this time. It was abominable that these gray-eyed cultists conducted experiments on the green goblins. The two sides had a clear position and the situation of the conflict could not be changed. Since this was the case, he was ready to start a massacre!

"Boy, you are so arrogant!" Forreland directed the death-eating python with a ferocious expression and scolded, "You have angered me, I'm not going to leave you the last words."

"What a coincidence, so do I." Lance smiled coldly, and a small iron box was held in the palm of his hand.

The next second, the iron box suddenly opened and countless tiny lights flew out of the box.
Chapter completed!