Transported to a Western fantasy world, I became a noble with garbage-tier aptitude. Although I awakened a talent that lets me draw a lottery every day, most of the stuff I pulled was pure junk. He...
“So what if you’re stronger than us? You don’t have any magic power! Hahaha, come on, come and kill me! Come on, use your magic to kill me, aren’t you a magician?!”
"Do you think we are afraid of you? Haha, even if we die, it's a win to take you away!"
"So you can bleed too, and you were beaten by us and bled. So it's no big deal for you."
The resentment that had been suppressed by the nobles for a while burst out at this moment. The magician without magic power was just an ordinary person who was a little stronger. If they didn't dare to resist, then what else did they have? !
Selene was frightened by the momentum of these untouchables. It was the first time he saw such a ferocious expression on the face of the untouchables. He waved his sword a few times in panic, trying to stop the group of untouchables from surrounding him.
On the other side, Leontius rushed to Selene and said, "We should support each other, so they can't get in!"
The power of seeking for help greatly increased the resistance of this group of kingdom magicians, and ordinary people could not get close to them for a while.
However, at this time, the forces outside the field appeared again.
Whether it was Selene or Leontius, they all instantly felt a sharp pain in their bodies, an unbearable pain, as if someone had pierced their skin with countless needles, and their faces were twisted in pain.
Along with them came dark vengeful spirits, which rushed into their minds and screamed crazily.
Several magicians were stimulated by the pain on their skin and mental pain to vomit on the spot, and were later stabbed to death by ordinary people who took advantage of the opportunity to bully them.
Van Lucien noticed something unusual, and quickly took off his precious magician robe and ran out. He saw the president of the Magicians Association flying outside, which meant that there was no magical abnormality outside the encirclement!
But halfway through the run, he suddenly felt sharp pain from needles and prickles, and countless vengeful spirits followed him, causing him to fall to the ground in agony.
Fortunately, ordinary people saw that he was not wearing a magician's robe and thought he was just an ordinary person who was captured, so they let him go. Several clever kingdom magicians also used this method to avoid the knives of ordinary people.
They climbed out with difficulty.
Finally, Van Lucien climbed to the edge of the encirclement.
The senior magician standing there said with a smile: "Although I don't know your name or your identity, your clothes seem to be of very high quality, and your expression is the same as that of other magicians in the kingdom. You are trying to climb out of the encirclement, so you must be an enemy."
laugh!
A knife was then inserted into his temple, blood and brain matter gushed out, the leader of the eight kingdoms, the 8-star grand magician, Van Lucian, was stabbed to death by an ordinary high-level magician's knife.
He couldn't understand why he was discovered because his clothes were of such good quality. And he couldn't understand until his death how the Magicians' Association prevented them from casting magic.
If he were given another chance, he would definitely not go against the Magicians Association.
Unfortunately, after a brief moment of regret, what awaits him will be eternal darkness.