Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

After a long silence, Gibran looked at Li Cha with a slightly changed expression, and said: "Boy, I don't understand what you are talking about, I don't know what your purpose is for what you said, I don't know what you said Is this what I learned from the person I killed just now?

But no matter what, your request is beyond the 'range' I stipulated. As I said, within a certain range, I can meet your requirements - but if you are out of the 'range', then it is up to me to decide how you die. "

Li Cha's face changed, acting the same as when a clever person was spotted, first he was surprised, then panicked.

Li Cha stepped back subconsciously, as if he was very afraid, but when he looked at Gibran, he could see the current situation very clearly in his heart: the person in front of him was very powerful, and he could easily kill Suratis, definitely better than Somon and Mukoni is even stronger.

In this case, if he wants to head-on, he won't get any benefits at all. After revealing the position, the chance of killing the opponent is almost zero. But he still has one advantage, the only one:

He came in with a shadow cloak, hiding any mortal power and aura. Because of this, the other party didn't find him until he opened the door, and he showed a surprised expression.

In other words, in the eyes of the other party, he is just an ordinary person who broke in by mistake, so he can attack unexpectedly.

But once the attack is made, no matter whether it is successful or not, the opponent will see through his disguise, become vigilant, and stop being careless. Like Suomen and Mukeni did before, they would directly swallow fire and upgrade, bursting out with unmatched power and killing him.

So there is only one chance to attack!

once!

Li Cha's eyes narrowed slightly, he kept backing away, exited the study, and retreated towards the door of the house, as if he was extremely scared.

Gibran walked out of the study and walked towards the door of the house in a tepid manner.

He said: "Boy, if you want to run, you can't run away. It's better to accept all this calmly."

"I..." Li Cha lowered his head, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Gibran saw everything in his eyes, and said slowly: "Okay, boy, my time is limited, and I don't have much time to waste with you. Even if you don't want to, you still have to die."

As he spoke, Gibran raised his hand, the air surged slightly, and an ice pick was born at his fingertips, ready to pierce through Li Cha's body and take his life.

At this moment, Li Cha raised his head, looked directly at Gibran and said, "My lord!"

"Um?"

"I have a request, I want to talk to you."

"I? What request?" Gibran asked, the ice pick on his finger kept getting longer and sharper, like a slender crystal awl.

Li Cha made a sound with a serious face:

"You know, I don't have any hatred or conflict with you, I'm just an innocent ordinary person, meeting you is purely by chance-you didn't expect it, and neither did I.

You have your affairs to be busy, and I also have mine to be busy. I don't want to affect you, I just want to do my own thing well. And there is no confrontation between you and me about the busy things.

In this case, whether you kill me or not will have no effect, so why do you have to kill me? Maybe I'm just an ordinary person, but ordinary people also have anger and despair, why do you have to force all this out? "

Gibran's eyes flickered, and he looked at Li Cha and said, "What do you mean by saying these words, don't let me mess with you? Oh, you are really interesting."

After a pause, Gibran said meaningfully: "Yes, according to what you said, I really shouldn't kill you. However, when I do things, I don't like to leave any variables, because variables may become loopholes in the entire plan.

For me, dead people are the safest, so a living, interesting you is not as useful to me as an angry, hopeless, dead you. Do you understand, boy? "

"I think... I understand..." Li Cha said, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Very good." Gibran said, "It's almost time for leisure, and I really have to get busy with other things, so boy... goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Gibran waved his hand, and shot the ice pick high into Richard's heart, then turned and walked towards the study some distance away, preparing to deal with the unconscious Heidi and leave here.

But the next moment, as soon as Gibran turned around, he heard a "crack" sound of ice picks breaking from behind, instead of the "poof" piercing his body that he expected.

this!

There was a word, and Li Cha quickly said: "My lord, I understand what you are doing, but it doesn't mean I agree with it, so... really don't mess with me!"

Gibran turned around abruptly, and saw that Li Cha, whom he had only remembered as an ordinary person, suddenly had a short staff in his hand, pointed straight at him, and then released the spell, a little spark flew towards him.

"A wizard, a sneak attack spell?" Gibran thought in his heart. He didn't have much worry. He was sure that the spell released by Richard was less than a level one. Even if the time was short, it was enough for him to release the spell shield before the attack arrived. The resistance came down.

but!

The next moment, Gibran's eyes shrank, and he saw that what flew out of Richard's short staff was not a spark at all, but...

One spark, two sparks, three sparks...

Ten sparks, twenty sparks, thirty sparks...

Densely packed, dozens or hundreds of sparks appeared, turning into a real spell barrage, converging into a real torrent of energy, and blasting towards it suddenly.

Gibran hastily cast a cyan spell shield just now, and many sparks slammed into it. The power exploded, and the shield was torn apart in just an instant, and the powerful destructive power was released without restriction.

"Boom!"

...

"Boom!"

The ground trembled violently, half of the house disappeared out of thin air, and the pillar of fire rose tens of meters high, like a huge torch lit in the night.

In the raging flames, Gibran walked out, looked down at his clothes, and saw that a large area was scorched, and he was a little embarrassed.

Gibran frowned deeply, feeling a little annoyed and scared: Just now, if he hadn't activated a precious spell item in time, I'm afraid he was really going to be injured, and it was a serious injury!

There was no way, the attack was too abrupt and beyond imagination, making it impossible for him to deal with it as easily as usual.

what is happening?

If Richard were here, he would tell Gibran that this was an attack he had prepared for a long time.

In fact, since he talked about "Schrödinger's cat's death method" in the study room, under the cover of the "shadow cloak", he distracted and mobilized many free energy elements in the body.

In the process of exiting the study and retreating towards the door of the house, he continued to mobilize free energy elements.

The long nonsense is all in preparation for an explosive attack.

That's why there are spell barrages.

This is a real spell barrage, which is different from the "pseudo-spell barrage" that was used a long time ago when he just determined the path of the apocalypse wizard.

The previous spell barrage was to release spells quickly and continuously for a long time. It was said to be a barrage, but it was actually a line of fire. Now, after a lot of research before, he successfully fired all the firepower at the same time in an instant, turning it into a real spell barrage and a real energy torrent.

This explosive power is enough to destroy most unsuspecting targets.

"This kid..." Gibran walked out of the flames, his eyes narrowed. Looking outside the door, he saw a black shadow rushing towards the distance quickly. It was Richard who had used "Lord of the Wind" to evacuate at a high speed. .

"Want to run, I'm afraid it's not so easy." Gibran said, stepping on his feet, chasing Li Cha out of the house and into the darkness.

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