Chapter 13 Newcomer Trial 4
What would it be like to randomly fire map cannons at this moment in the newcomer trial? Or you can compare it. When you are at the wine table, facing a group of people who want to drink from you, and then shout: I have never been drunk, or: Can you let me Have fun drinking... Don't believe it, I have met such people, and then a group of people were defeated by one person...
This example is to tell us, don't underestimate those who randomly fire map cannons, they are either masters or lacklusters. ...
The Sith is of course not a fool. His weapons and his forward-looking wisdom about magic determine that he will not fight in other ways. The only way is to fight head-on and use the most powerful firepower to defeat the opponent. The two magic pistols each have sixty rounds of ammunition. Their powerful firepower may not be comparable to weapons like machine guns, but it is enough to deal with the people in front of them.
"Boy, you are too arrogant. Although you have obtained the magic wand, it does not mean that your magic power can fully support you." A tall and long-armed magic apprentice said conspiratorially.
"Do you want to deal with a group of us alone? Then give it a try. Young people always don't know how high the sky is." This is a magic apprentice who looks like he has some experience, and is full of evil spirits.
This time no one flinched. After all, they were already magic apprentices. If so many people were intimidated by a magic apprentice, there would be no need to work hard to become a magician. They would not be able to pass the hurdle in their hearts.
"Do it!"
I don't know who shouted first, and then all kinds of magic flew towards Sith like raindrops. Because the number was too large, the powerful magic wave made the surrounding air a little sticky!
Kelsen was also in the crowd. As a member of the Black Bone Tower, he would not lose his position just because of a taunt from the other party. In a place full of killing and betrayal at that moment, he could grow to this level and pretend to be a grandson. There have been countless times. Being ruthless is one thing, but knowing how to be forbearing is also another thing. Anyway, today, he is still alive, and the graves of those guys have been roughed up... At this time, standing in the crowd, he just let out a dark arrow
. This is a dark magic ball, which is a dark magic ball. It has strong corrosiveness and the attack strength can reach 18 degrees. It is a magic commonly used by Kelsen. Of course, it is only commonly used and used as a test.
Then something happened that shocked Kelsen. After the rain of magic hit the Sith, it was like a mud cow entering the sea. Many of the magic was annihilated before it came into contact with the opponent's body, and the rest was all absorbed by the body. That layer of black strange things blocked it, and after a round of magic, the opponent was actually unscathed!
How can it be?
The other party is not a magician, so why can he block so many magics so easily? This is not consistent with common sense at all! Even Kelsen himself, one of the five masters of the Black Bone Tower, couldn't do it!
Of course he couldn't do it. Even he didn't have as much wealth as the Sith during his magic apprenticeship. The steel suit on his body was made from countless magic stones. That number alone was enough. It can scare a bunch of people silly, and it is normal to block these magics. In addition, these guys have a tentative mentality and have not used their powerful magic to suppress it. Naturally, they cannot penetrate the Sith's defense, like Kelsen, his strongest point is his body and the power of blood transformation, not his magic!
Not to mention Kelsen's various dazes here, the attack from the Sith has already come. In fact, his attack has already started at the moment of resisting magic, and the fire bullet technique has been quietly attacked among the large amount of magic!
For a Sith, there's nothing that one bullet can't fix, and if so, two!
This is a massacre, and the monotonous banging sound of magic bullets is like the king of hell urging death, the reaper of death, the elite magic apprentices of the three major colleges, at this moment, they are like grass, their lives no longer belong to them!
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The firing speed of the magic pistol is actually not fast, because the pistol is not a continuous fire weapon after all, and can only be fired with each Sith shot. Despite this, it has also caused great fear among magic apprentices for thousands of years. In the past, all magicians relied on the power of magic to fight. No one had ever been able to rely on their own numbers to kill people like this one. The seemingly endless magic made everyone feel overwhelmed. No one could kill people. Can raise the heart of resistance. Many magic apprentices in front of Sith have turned into bright fireworks...
Magicians are also human beings, they just go further on the road of life evolution, especially magic apprentices. , without the precipitation of time, their character is no different from that of mortals, and even magnifies the tyranny and cruelty of mortals, but correspondingly, their fear is also magnified. When encountering such an unmatched When terror exists, fleeing becomes the only option!
Sith did not kill too many people, nor did he pursue them. The reason was still the same. Firstly, he was not fast, and secondly, his purpose was not to kill people. The fact was the same as what he thought. After all, he was a magic apprentice. When he found that he was completely unable to fight, They will definitely escape, and they don't have to waste too many bullets. This group of people is not well-organized, so it is inevitable to escape when they are fighting on their own!
But even so, the mark on the Sith's forehead is even more frightening, and the aura is enough to scare ordinary magic apprentices. Playing with the magic wand in his hand, Sith walked forward and looked at the magic apprentices he had killed. Their bodies had been burned to dregs under the powerful energy of the fire bomb technique. Maybe there was something like He was a nobleman like Fatty, but what's the use? He left his hometown and came to this strange continent, this strange college. Perhaps his family had lost everything to support it, but he died here without any value. People will mourn for them even for a second. This is the reality. Perhaps many years later, their relatives will remember that a child once crossed the ocean and became a magician... and mobilized
his own mental power to start replenishing his magic power. Bullets, the confrontation just now consumed more than fifty rounds of magic bullets, and there will be fierce battles in the future. Sith has no doubt, but it is difficult to have such large-scale operations again. It should be more personal. In this fight, you must have enough bullets, and the magic wand in your hand is still useful. You can use it to deliver the strongest blow!
(End of chapter)