The Death Knell

After being parasitized by the symbiote, Su Ming gained a good ability, which is to liquefy his body. However, due to problems left over from history, the skull modified by X metal still cannot deform.

The symbiote combines all the cells in his body, allowing it to stretch or deform to a great extent, but the X-metal is somewhat beyond its capabilities, and Su Ming can only control the metal to cooperate with it.

Fortunately, if the brain is strong enough, multi-line operation is not a problem.

After peeking at the battlefield, he transformed into a puddle of black liquid. From a distance, he looked like a pile of ashes mixed with water, with a head placed on top.

But that's enough. Who would notice a puddle of liquid and a head on the battlefield?

"You hide well. After the war begins, you put self-protection first. I will launch a sneak attack on a key position on the left side of the battlefield. There will probably be psychic magic linked to you afterwards. Just follow the command."

Su Ming's head on the ground rotated 180 degrees, and he raised his head to explain to the doctor.

Holloway licked his lips, clenched his guns, nodded with a strange expression, and talked to a human head. This felt so awkward.

The magic floating cloak seemed to be very disappointed. Even its floating seemed weak. It lost. As a supreme magic weapon, it actually lost to an alien monster...

"Keep an eye on my uniform for me, I'm leaving."

Weapons can only carry owl daggers. The God Killer has the power of Vulcan and is emitting energy all the time. If you are close, it will inevitably be sensed by these mages.

As long as metal x is not activated with thoughts, there is no energy leakage, but the Night Sword is so big and sharp that it cannot be hidden.

The symbiote took Su Ming and swam close to the ground. From above, it looked like a normal smashing of scorched corpses, but if you looked from below, you could see that there were countless small tentacles growing under the pool of ashes, as fast as centipedes. move forward.

The symbiote is now part of the body, and Su Ming is the one who decides on any action. Whenever the super brain feels like someone is about to look over, he will stop where he is and remain motionless.

I am a little stone...

So those mages only saw an unburnt head in the ashes. There was no point in paying attention to a corpse during the battle. There were many such corpses around, and thunder and fire magic could achieve such an effect.

So they quickly put it behind them.

Su Ming just walked around like this, slipping away from a place not noticed by the crowd and not far behind Jibo.

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"Druid, you are no match for me. Now, are you feeling severe heart pain?" Jibo stuck out his tongue and licked his nose. The side effects of black magic made his tongue look like a lizard.

While speaking to break the opponent's will, he fought another blow with the Druid. The Druid used the red fan magic to take the magic black knife from Jibo's hand.

But just like what Gibo said, the price of excessive spellcasting has begun to be reflected on the Druid, even though it is not the heart that hurts, but the brain.

It was as if phase worms were beginning to eat away at his will.

There was no other way. The Druid had no choice but to use several phase magics in succession to avoid attacks, which was like dropping bait in a fish pond.

The Phase Worm is a dangerous mana virus that exists in a magical dimension invisible to normal humans.

They will be attracted to certain magics and entangle themselves with the magic users in order to obtain more phase energy, which is their favorite food.

Now the druid clearly feels that his spiritual power is being drained, but he has no chance to open his eyes or soul to get rid of these bugs.

In the battle between mages, dangers are always hidden. If you are not careful, you will lose everything.

"Leave, Gibo, before you make a big mistake."

"Hehehe... My new teacher doesn't think so. Ancient One is no match for her, and you are all dead."

Jibo Monster laughed a few times and slashed at the Druid with a knife. A magic shield appeared in the Druid's hand, which could barely block the blow, but the power of black magic still acted on him, making him stagger. He staggered back several steps.

"Death!" Seeing that the Druid's defense failed and exposed a flaw, Jibo immediately pinched out a string of seals in his free hand, and the spell in his heart quickly recited silently: "In the name of Exelon's cold tentacles, lag! "

Exelon is the demon god of hell, representing delay and obstruction. It often appears as a frost giant with tentacles. Any magician who intends to hinder other people's plans and actions can easily borrow its power.

Of course, this is black magic. Once you borrow a little, you have to pay back ten times, and the cost of casting the spell is often related to an involuntary trip to hell. The soul of the person who pays the price will be sucked out of the body and spend a long, long time with Exelon in its magical realm that is almost stagnant in time...

If the soul is lucky enough to be able to survive the almost endless years and return to the body, it often loses the ability to understand the world and can only talk crazy words every day. The mages call this situation "ignorance".

Jibo seems to have prepared enough sacrifices. He does not hesitate to release black magic with huge side effects, but it is difficult for the druid to deal with it. This level of magic must be counteracted by the same level. But he has to bear the price himself.

Just like playing cards, now he only has a few single cards in his hand, and Jibo just threw a straight flush.

Now the two supreme mages are fighting fiercely, space turbulence is everywhere, and others cannot use space magic, which is almost a narrow escape.

And phase magic cannot be used, otherwise he will be overwhelmed by phase worms and pass out.

So now, once the delay magic affects him, Jibo will definitely use Dormammu's black knife to hit himself, which will almost guarantee death.

So the druid decided to bid again. He also wanted to use a black magic. White magic was mostly auxiliary magic and had limited use in combat.

Kama Taj does have a lot of black magic, and many people master it but they don't use it frequently. Ancient One doesn't advocate the use of demon power, and always emphasizes the risks of using black magic.

But now, Druid has no other choice. As for repaying the debt, that is a problem for the future. It is better to get over the current hurdle first.

"In the name of Faratl's dense breath, atomization occurs." He recited a spell in his heart and quietly formed a seal with his hands behind his back.

Faratel is one of the eight ancient evil gods. It looks like an indescribable giant snake-like monster. It controls all magical powers related to water.

It is not particularly sane, so it can occasionally steal some of its power without being discovered, such as conjuring a few glasses of water or taking a bath, etc. There is no need to pay for it without being discovered.

However, transforming oneself into a vapor form to be immune to attacks, and at the same time creating mist around it to hide one's body. This is a high-level spell. It directly communicates with the demon god's body to gain power, and it is impossible not to be noticed.

Then in the future, if it suddenly thinks of asking for a debt, a lot of fluid from another dimension will appear in the Druid's body out of thin air, soaking his internal organs to rot, and use the melted flesh and blood as a sacrifice.

The flesh and blood of magicians tastes very good, contains magical energy and abundant souls, and often has alternative flavors from other dimensions. Demon gods like to eat some of it in their free time, just like eating it with some popcorn while watching a movie.

But Druid didn't care so much, his eyes were fixed on the green light coming towards him.

The power of the evil god faced the power of the devil. This magic was even better. The hysteresis magic passed through the druid's hazy body and only took away some water vapor.

Jibo showed a sarcastic smile. In his opinion, the people of Kamal Taj were too hypocritical. They kept saying they were against black magic, but he had learned a lot.

"Good response, but how many more times can you cast spells? Hahaha... Speaking of which, I still remember a few white magic spells." The seal in Jibo's hand changed again, his thumb pinched his ring finger, and the other three fingers were raised , this is the handprint representing Emperor Weishan, and silently recite: "In the most holy name of Hogs, pass on."

Emperor Weishan is the trinity of magic gods. He usually appears in front of people in the form of three huge heads, one male, one female and one tiger, and Hogs is the tiger head among them.

Black magicians can also borrow the power of Emperor Weishan. As long as the handprints and spells are correct and the mobilization of mental power is accurate, they don't care who they lend their magic power to.

Human existence is too insignificant, and good and evil or victory and defeat are not worth mentioning in the eyes of gods.

Some black mist formed threads and flew out of the sky. A scream seemed to come from the unknown space, a scream that connected the soul.

Jibo's magic transferred all the costs of his previous spells to the sacrifices that had been prepared long ago, perhaps hundreds of living people, or perhaps magic props made from their hearts or brains that had already been taken out.

No one knows exactly how he did it, but the sacrificial ceremony has never been a program that people can watch calmly.

In short, he can now cast a lot of black magic again, and the druid's situation is a bit embarrassing.