"Die! The monster's voice suddenly exploded in Vincent's head. The white ball of light was

close at hand, but the muscles of the mage's whole body still could not hide the trembling.

His legs and body were not controlled by his thinking, and there was no possibility of avoiding

the attack.

However, because the monster has just consumed a lot of heart, he has been on Vincent's

mental impact finally appeared a crack and gap. Once the burning pain had left Vincent's

brain, the young wizard finally had a moment's respite.

Although the control over the body was gone, Jingjin's arm did not tremble under the

influence of the mental shock. At the command of the mage's brain, he quickly raised himself

and placed himself between the light ball and Vincent's forehead.

There is an impact from the arm, hit by this high energy force, as if being continuously hit by

a strong current. The Mage's weak legs could no longer support the weight of his body, and

under the impact of this force, Vincent was knocked straight through the air, crashing into the

bar.

"Finally solved you, human." The monster trudged forward, slowly approaching the collapsed

bar of the hotel. The tentacles on his jaw shook as he looked at the sorcerer buried under the

shards of stone.

"Who says I'm solved?" 'said a voice behind the monster, with a slight sneer in it.' Show me

your true colors. '

'Your true form? I don't understand what you're talking about." The monster turned around

and was surprised to see Vincent standing in front of him as though he was completely intact.

"Where on earth did you cast this spell? To be able to attack my mind directly from a distance.

Suggestive enchantment and Psychic enchantment are really a good combination." Vincent

keeps pounding the ground with his wand of Power, making a rhythmic thump. "But you've

created a monster with too many holes in it."

'Holes? What loophole could I have?" The monster cocked its head and looked puzzled. "Can

you tell me what this so-called loophole you see?"

'Shall I tell you?' Vincent grinned and showed two rows of teeth, "But people who mess with

me come to a bad end. Before you die, I will tell you the main thing."

"My mother tongue is not the lingua franca, so remember that the next time you try to imitate

telepathic calls!" Vincent said these words, suddenly accelerated forward, put the wand of

power against the monster, his right hand palm up, a floating text of the silver ball generated

in the spin.

The monster's body was directly touched by other objects, which immediately became blurred

and slowly disappeared like steaming water vapor.

'Want to run? No way!" Vincent knows that enemies must be destroyed, especially those who

can be attacked from a distance using magic. He uses the Wand of Power as a medium to

deliver the source of magic energy directly to the figures of monsters.

The monster's shadow immediately becomes clear again and appears vividly in front of

Vincent. At such a close distance, every fold of the creature's skin could be clearly seen, and

the way the blue-purple slime slid over him made him look even more revolting.

The original power of magic was constantly flowing into the creature, affecting those far away

who were performing the spell. In a magic lab next to the Black Crystal Tower, the dark elf

Jaril is sweating as he struggles to control the crystal ball in front of him. His original plan was

to use magic to create an illusion, but for some reason, Vincent turned a blind eye to all

illusions. He wasted many spells without any effect. In a fit of rage. Jaril pulls out a magic scroll,

a powerful enchant, and attacks the human mage directly with the help of a peephole. Only

by destroying the other's consciousness can he become his slave -- a step that Yariel, who

has a great "sexual interest" in Vincent, wants to take. Unexpectedly, the dark elf, who had

absolute confidence to win, revealed his flaws and was unconsciously taken back the initiative

by humans.

In particular, the energy now acting on the crystal ball can actually strengthen the effect of

the newly possessed spell, so that it will not disappear, which originally wanted to escape from

the shell of Yariel was surprised. Vaguely, the Dark elf sensed that his spell was about to strike

back, and he had no confidence that he would survive if this powerful spell were to strike its

user.

With no choice but to concentrate, he repeated the spell of the previous spell over and over

again, hoping to stop the force of the backlash.

Vincent continues to inject energy into the monster's body, and compared to the caster,

Vincent has absolute confidence that he can win this spell stalemate. If the opponent wants

to gain control, he must concentrate all his brain power and never let up. You need to be

relaxed and happy with your energy. Unless his energy is exhausted, victory must belong to

Vincent.

Is it possible to drain the power of the source of magic? It may happen one day, but not today.

He trembled uncontrollably, not because he could not bear the pressure of the powerful

energy, but because he felt excited. The excitement was like that of a freed prisoner standing

again on the vast expanse of earth, bathed in the warmth of the sun. The power of the staff

is fully exercised, and the continuous magic continues to wash and transform the staff of

Power.

"Gotcha! Vincent sipped softly. He felt the other's weakness. The shadowy caster could no

longer hold on. The other was beginning to lose its resistance to the energy. Vincent sped up

the spin of the silver orb in his palm, sharply increasing the intensity of the energy output.

Suddenly, the image of the monster in front of Vincent disappears, and his magic can't seem

to find its target. Vincent smiled, for in a moment there was going to be a loud explosion.

That day, the inhabitants of Prudence City enjoyed a great explosion. One of the houses next

to the Black Crystal Tower was somehow blown up into the air at once by a powerful blast.

The continuous roar shook the ears of the inhabitants, and one wave after another made

many of them unsteady on their feet.

The house that was blasted into the sky is still exploding in the air, lightning, fireballs and ice

storms continue to appear, as if there is an angry invisible dragon caught the house to the

sky, and then a little bit to tear it to pieces. As the debris fell from the sky, no one was able to

find anything larger than the palm of his hand.

At this time, Vincent is standing in the doorway of the pub, looking at the huge "fireworks" in

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the city. There was no need to find out who had attacked him. The mage was confident that

his attacker was already broken to pieces.

In an alley next to the tavern, Oros watched with amazement. He and Jaril had agreed that if

the mage could resist Jaril's magical attacks -- and he didn't know that Jaril had used the

spell scrolls at the bottom of the chest -- it would be the mage's turn to deal with him. But

the explosion apparently took place next to the Blackcrystal Tower, and the silver flames that

soared into the sky marked exactly where Jariel lived. The first steps taken by Oros, who

wanted to attack Vincent, suddenly shrank back. Although he likes confrontation and

challenge, he does not like to die.

Vincent's discerning eye had found Oros hiding on the street corner. Noticing his hesitation,

the mage said, "Come out, Oros, what is it that you have come to see me about?"

The dark elf did not answer, but turned and left Vincent's sight.

Back in the hall, Stonelegs was still unconscious. Vincent refrained from vomiting blood and

brought out the floater reel, which carried the body of the innkeeper toward the temple.

The explosion also alerts Hardy and Mark, who are searching for the underground guild, to

rush out of the room and see the silver flames soaring into the sky, right near the Black Crystal

Tower.

"Hardy, could something have happened to Vincent?" Mark tugged at the corner of the

soldier's coat with a worried look on his face.

"I don't know," he said. Hardy looked in that direction. "Mark, what's your gut saying, is it

telling you something's going to happen to Vincent?"

"No, nothing is going to happen to Vincent." The dwarf thought for a moment and said, "But

I'm still worried."

"If he says he can protect himself, let's believe him." Hardy smiled. "I have a feeling this silver

fire is going to make a big difference."

"What great change?"

"I don't know, but I have this familiar feeling. There is a powerful force slowly emerging, and

the atmosphere now is just like when that cheap black dragon started hunting me."

"Did you?

.....................

Vincent rubs his head and sits quietly in the temple of Drow. Although his final victory was

"spectacular", it was not an overwhelming victory. At first, Vincent is indeed influenced by the

magic of the other side, believing that the monster with great mental attacking power is

attacking him. However, he later realizes that the source of magic in his body is in conflict

with the spirit that the monster imbues, in exactly the same way that the energy of two magical

systems interacts, which makes him question the authenticity of the monster in front of him.

From the surprise at the beginning, and the fear in his heart when he saw this powerful

creature, to the anxiety generated by the pressure attack, the mage Vincent seized the

slightest flaw, got rid of the influence of the other side's magic system, used the illusion to

escape, and finally won the victory.

Vincent's head is still throbbing. With every heartbeat, he feels his skull expanding. His whole

brain is like a balloon being squeezed outward, ready to explode. What's more, he has just

used up a lot of energy by fighting back with his magical source power, making it harder and

harder for him to concentrate.

The temple of the spider goddess is always dark, and the only shining place is Vincent's

floating dish, where Stone legs still lie quietly, motionless. Vincent's reputation as a mage

advisor to the First family helps, as several dark fairy priestesses salute the family crest worn

around Vincent's waist and rush off in search of a cure for Stonelegs. The poor old dwarf is

finally freed from his status as a gladiator slave, and now in a coma, he makes another cameo

as Vincent's slave attendant.

A moment later, two dark elves approached, a man and a woman. Vincent is surprised to find

that Shelley is one of them. Taking off his warrior costume and laying down his sword, Shelley

looked even more graceful in a priest's robe. And the sacrificial robes of the Dark elves were

more revealing than the armor -- they covered the feet, but slits down the sides to the thighs,

revealing the curves of the legs; Their arms were bare, and their wrists were encrusted with

mithril bracelets engraved with the emblem of the spider goddess; The neckline was cut low,

and without the corset of armor, Shelley's full chest seemed to leap out, straining her loose

robe tightly.

The dark elf beside him, however, looked older, especially since his face and figure were

distinctly out of his age range. With insight, Vincent calculated the dark elf's heart and lung

function. It must still be a Drow in the prime of his life, but he did not know why his face had

become like that of an old man.

Amazingly, the male Drow was also dressed in the ceremonial robes of the spider goddess,

but was wearing the insignia of a warrior on his left breast. According to the family insignia,

he was a member of the second family. He walked casually by Shelley's side, showing no

respect or reverence for a dark fairy woman, but rather the same appearance as a man on

the surface.

Most intolerably, he places his hand on the Drow's shoulder while calling her name.

Vincent marveled at the audacity of the man. There were only two kinds of people who could

do that in the Dark Elf City: crazy or crazy. The only difference between them was that the first

kind of lunatics was dead, and the second kind of lunatics would not live much longer.

'Hello, Vincent, we meet again,' he said. Shelley spoke with a serious expression, as if she had

only met Vincent once before and had no special relationship with him.

"Oh! So you are the mage from the Earth! My name is Somizar, and I am the second son of

the second family. I will take more care of my younger brother in the future!" The dark elf

held out his hand to shake hands with Vincent.

Vincent looked at the dark Elf in front of him with doubts. No one on the surface world spoke

like that, let alone a Drol. This abrupt way of speaking and acting did not appear in any custom,

as if it came from another world.

Somizar wanted to shake Vincent's hand and naturally took a step forward, holding Shelley

back. The female Dark Elf took the opportunity to wink at Vincent. She moved back and forth

with her right fingers together and her index finger stretched out across her delicate white

neck.

'Help me get rid of him, please...' Shelley says with a look in her eyes.