Eternal Bliss Leader RPG

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Chapter 44 44. Childhood (15)

Most conjurers are madmen.

And Tian He Tyrant, who grew up in the third family of magicians - even if he is not a magician, he is still crazy.

With a "bang", the unconscious conjurer was thrown into the Japanese room like rags, and the shoji door was smashed. A tall man in black walked in through the broken wooden door, the knife in his hand still dripping with blood. This terrifying guy grinned his mouth unscrupulously, and the scar also lifted up, showing an indescribable wildness.

"Shi'er?!"

"Do you want to be an enemy of the Chanyuan?"

"Crazy! You're simply crazy!"

Fuhei Shi'er kicked the man next to the door, stabbed the other man's shoulder with a knife, and finally He attacked everyone with ferocious energy, completely ignoring the dangerous techniques coming his way.

However, before the curse full of murderous intent touched his body, it was instantly dissolved and dissipated in the air like a marshmallow touching water.

"How is it possible...!"

"The spell, the spell can't be cast?"

"No! It's invalid! The moment it was cast, it was...!"

Guys who have always thought highly of themselves because of their status as magicians Still in disbelief, the next second, the sharp blade was already in front of him.

"Come on, stand up - can't you do this? Isn't this worse than the trash in your mouth?"

As he swung his sword, the smile on Tian Yu Tyrant's face revealed a hint of madness.

"My gambling luck has always been bad. But this time, I made the right bet."

Blood splattered, and amid miserable screams and cries of pain, the man who looked like a demon continued to move forward, carving a bloody path.

The spellcaster lying in a pool of blood gasped in pain, but heard slight footsteps in his ears. The surroundings were obviously filled with shouts and wailings, and the sound of swords and debris clashing resounded in my ears, but the subtle sound of clogs stepping on the wet ground was so obvious that it attracted all the attention.

He forgot about his pain and stared at the door.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of slender feet wrapped in white footbags and exquisite wooden clogs. These feet were stepping into the pool of blood on the ground unhurriedly, stepping on the blood of the Chanyuan family, and advancing step by step along the path opened by the evil ghost.

The conjurer raised his head blankly, followed the gorgeous kimono and the black hair hanging down like a stream, and met a pair of clear eyes.

Not far behind the evil ghost wielding the blade, walking through a pool of blood, was the Son of God who was not stained by dirt.

Wherever she passed, golden spots of light rose. No one she saw could cast a spell.

Under her protection, the fighting gods and tyrants did not need to care about the magician's spells, as long as they kept moving forward, swinging their swords, and moving forward.