Chapter 184 This Warlock Isn't That Strong

Del was practicing breathing techniques in the living room. When the door was opened, he alertly reached for the pistol on the table.

On the sofa, the big cat, which was originally lazy with its limbs facing the air, immediately rolled up and rushed out, fat but still agile.

"Don't be nervous," Crown said gently, squatting down and stroking the black cat's head. This guy's size was actually close to Garfield.

I'm working hard outside, but you're having such a good time here! "My Lord, you're back!"

Del said in surprise, "Those surveillance people have never left."

"I know," Crown waved his hand and said confidently, "It's time to meet the person behind the surveillance. Have you been busy with your work in the patrol team lately?"

Things are different now. He now has stronger strength and sufficient capital.

"The nights are becoming increasingly restless. In the mornings when I go to work, there are countless things waiting for me. I am so busy every day that I am exhausted."

Del gave a bitter smile, the incidence of supernatural events was even higher, and many cases could not be handled by the patrol team and needed to be handed over to the Security Bureau.

I am very busy every day and there is no way to be lazy. In the past month, having one day off a week is a luxury.

He could only practice breathing techniques until he returned home in the evening.

"I need an assistant to help me with some trivial matters. Are you interested in staying with me?"

Klauen asked bluntly. He was now in charge of the forging workshop, and the blacksmith level of Del, who had followed him for a long time, had also reached the high-level second-grade level.

Because of his recognition of the other party's character, he has always planned to train Del into his confidant.

Now that I have a legitimate opportunity, of course I should give priority to people I approve of.

If the other party agrees, he plans to train him to become a spirit master.

"Of course, I can go to the patrol team and resign tomorrow."

Del was overjoyed and agreed without hesitation.

The two chatted for a while, and Crown returned to the room: "Go to bed early tonight."

After playing with the pet for a while, he drove the black cat to the living room and began to practice the Rhino Breathing Technique.

Although he has pets, he doesn't have the habit of sleeping with them.

This breathing method had been thoroughly studied in the carriage, and I had mastered it in just ten minutes.

He wanted to confirm as soon as possible whether the special effects of the same type of breathing techniques could be superimposed, as this would affect his subsequent plans.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Crown finished his practice and summoned the golden wall.

[Horned Rhino Breathing Technique: 1176/3000; Level 1]

In more than three hours, from an entry-level proficiency of more than 1,000 points, an average of more than 300 points per hour, it wouldn't take many days for him to master this breathing method to the third level and verify his guess.

He then began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra to restore his strength and energy.

After two big cycles, he ended his visualization, turned off the lights, and waited. A faint warning silently arose in his heart, and Clown understood that this should be the seventh sense warning him.

The warning signs are not strong, which means the danger is not great.

The red light armor with flashing golden patterns disappeared into his skin, and he released the Heart Purification Mantra and the golden light to protect his body.

Holding the weapon tightly in his hand, he was ready to attack at any time.

. . . .

After receiving the notification that the target had returned to his residence, Fekart's expression, which had been gloomy for many days, suddenly changed.

After two months of waiting without any results, he thought the other party had noticed something, so he hid in the Holy Fire Cathedral and did not come out.

He suppressed his excitement and waited until curfew. Then he put on a black robe and drove the carriage alone towards his destination.

He planned to take the target into his secret laboratory and torture him to find out the formula of the potion.

If it worked, he would become the most powerful man in the Brotherhood.

Thinking of this, he began to tremble with excitement.

After arriving at the destination and parking the car, Fekart released the wizard armor, dark vision and silent footsteps, and walked to the door with a swagger.

The switch technique easily opened the door lock, and he entered the room like a late comer.

He used the silencing technique casually, and the door opened and closed without making even the slightest sound.

"Meow"

As soon as Buster let out a cry, he was immediately subdued by the sleeping spell.

The black cat swayed for a while, then lay down on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

Fecate smiled slightly and thought to himself, "This stupid cat actually let a dignified third-level warlock attack twice. It's really a cat's life without regrets."

He had been to this room once before and knew which room he was targeting.

Walking to the door, he listened quietly to the sounds inside.

The second-level transcendent is still very sharp. He is confident that he can crush the target, but the noise is too loud and it will not end well.

The target is breathing evenly, and seems to be fast asleep. Wait a little longer. Fekart stands at the door, motionless.

Although he is hot-tempered, he is never impatient when fighting.

Ten minutes later, he realized that the people in the room were breathing at the same rhythm, so he felt relieved and cast another combination spell of phantom sound and lullaby.

Like a lullaby, the distant and subtle sound filled the room.

A true wizard not only knows powerful and lethal spells, the true meaning of spells is to better solve problems. As smart as I am, I have it all under control. Fekart heard the sound of the person in the house sleeping soundly and smiled narcissistically.

He released the silencing and switching techniques and proudly pushed open the door.

. . . .

Crown closed his eyes, gathered his spiritual senses, and emptied his mind.

He heard Buster yell and then fall into a deep sleep.

He felt someone standing at the door, motionless.

Controlling his breathing, he was like a very patient hunter, waiting A faint sound echoed in his ears, and a slight drowsiness arose, followed by a cool feeling rising from his mind, but the inexplicable drowsiness was dispelled.

"Oh, you are quite cautious. You have been standing there for so long and still haven't come in."

In the silent room, he could even hear Del's heavy breathing next door.

Laughing secretly in his heart, Crown cooperated and changed the sound of his breathing.

He stared at the door out of the corner of his eye. He saw the door lock turn automatically and the door opened without a sound. He saw the corner of a dark shadow's clothes.

Crown held the Star Steel Sword, released bullet time, and stabbed forward with force.

He did not hold back and immediately used the secret skill of cutting the wind while releasing the fire breath.

With no intention of killing immediately, he stabbed his enemy in the shoulder blade.

Fekart planned to use the stun spell several times after entering the house, knock the opponent unconscious, and then take him away quietly.

This way no traces will be left and no one will be aware of it.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He planned to quietly eliminate the leader of the ordinary people in charge of surveillance after he returned, so that no one would trace it back to him.

The idea is good, but he is not the director of the script.

As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a crazy attack.

'Fuck, what's going on.'

Fekart instinctively cast the stun spell he had prepared, and anyone whose mental strength was lower than his would be affected by the spell.

He vaguely felt that things were going to be bad and beyond his control.

He had already found out that the target was a fire warrior.

Any fire warrior would be caught in the same trap as what he just did.

Crown felt a little dizzy, but it was very mild and did not affect his attack at all. The room was filled with red light.

His sword stabbed at the opponent, but was blocked by something invisible and did not penetrate the opponent's body at all.

At the same time, he felt that the air around him seemed to have turned into water, and his speed was greatly hindered, which roughly offset the speed superposition of bullet time.

But the enemy's fate did not change. The opponent's body surface resistance did not last for even a second, and the sharp sword pierced into the enemy's shoulder blade.

After Fekart released the stun spell, he released the force field spell to slow down the enemy. When he was about to release the shock spell again to push the enemy away, he found that his mage armor was broken.

The pain of the sword piercing his shoulder blade interrupted his spellcasting. He had not felt this kind of pain for many years.

He saw a fist enlarged in his eyes.

"Buzz"

He felt like he was in an endless starry sky, filled with golden little stars. Crown swung his fist and hit the back of the enemy's head with a swinging punch.

"Hey, you're pretty good at taking hits. You didn't faint."

As his thoughts raced, he stopped breathing fire and released the Giant Bear Breathing Technique.

The fist as big as a casserole hit the target again. The enemy rolled his eyes and fell down neatly.

This warlock isn't that strong!

Turning on the gas light, Crown scratched his head.

He used a rope to tie the opponent up like a dumpling, and then simply bandaged the enemy to stop the bleeding.

He checked his cat and crow and found that they were just asleep, so he continued to practice the Rhino Breathing Technique, waiting for his teammates who had not yet appeared.

. . . .

Flanders took out his pocket watch and took a look. He said, "The enemy has been in there for five minutes, and there is no movement. Let's go and take a look."

He bet that Crown could last less than twenty minutes. How could he verify it if he went too late?

The warlocks have all kinds of strange methods to attack people. It is difficult for a fire warrior to resist the enemy's combined attacks with his mental strength.

Although the enemy was wearing a loose robe, he could already tell who he was from his body shape - Fekart, an old bastard who was proficient in mental spells and force field spells.

"Why are you in such a hurry? We'll start a fight as soon as we get in."

Cavendish smiled and said, "Warlocks always have to prepare some tricks. Otherwise, they won't have a high chance of winning in a battle in a small house."

He was not in a hurry at all. The longer he delayed, the better it would be for him.

Flanders snorted and jumped down from the bell tower. He spread out his clothes and, with the help of the resistance of the clothes, landed silently on the street like an agile civet cat.

Cavendish also jumped down, and the two rushed to the target area.

They just reached the door and found that the lights in the room were on.

Flanders took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He said in a barely audible voice, "It's over. Twelve minutes. Moonlight wine. I really miss it."

After saying this, he showed a thoughtful expression.

He was not worried about Crown's life at all. Only living people were meaningful to the Brotherhood.

The new bishop would suffer a little at most, but in this way, they would be able to get more benefits from Fekart, which was a sure-win deal.

He had already begun to calculate what the enemy's own ransom would be.

"Fuck, how come it's over so quickly? You should at least make some noise!"

Cavendish had a gloomy look on his face, he thought that Crown had been hit, because the battle seemed to have ended without happening.

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