Chapter 134 Mirror
Image Mike, who was in a closed-brain state, did not panic. He noticed that the white-haired man might want to prevent himself from being hurt by the sword energy, so there was no sword energy within 50 centimeters around him.
He kept moving away from the range of the sword energy, and at the same time leaned over to avoid a sword energy that was escaping. Mike pointed his magic wand, and saw several slender ground spikes drilled out from under the man's feet and directly stabbed the man.
It was not known whether it was because the man's physical strength was too high or the leather armor had amazing defensive power, but the ground spikes that could easily pierce the alchemy dummy actually only pierced the man's body, not the whole person.
And Mike also noticed that the man seemed to have no such thing as blood, and what flowed out of his wound was actually a trace of magic power.
Several ground spikes imprisoned the man in place, and the man struggled a few times but failed to break free. At this time, the disadvantage of the European-style long sword being too long was also revealed. The man could not use the long sword to cut off the ground spikes at all when his hands were also imprisoned.
Mike was secretly delighted at the sight, but was then suppressed by the brain blockage.
Mike, who was absolutely rational, had no expression on his face. He found the right position and fired three killing curses. At the same time, in order to prevent the man from suddenly breaking free from the ground spikes, he also cast two immobilization spells to ensure that the killing curses could hit the target.
At this moment, the man shouted, "Quen!"
A translucent circular shield suddenly appeared at the moment when the three green rays that were almost connected into one were about to hit the man.
"Hua!"
The translucent shield was extremely hard and actually blocked Mike's two killing curses in succession. But unfortunately, Mike fired three killing curses in a row this time, and under Mike's deliberate control, the trajectory of the three killing curses was exactly the same.
So the last killing curse directly penetrated the layer of cracked shield and was imprinted on the belly of the white-haired man.
Mike firmly believed that the life hit by the killing curse would die, but he did not relax his vigilance at this moment and continued to release the ground spikes and the shattering curse to attack the man. The killing curse could not be used. The three consecutive shots just now were already Mike's limit. If he continued to use it in a short period of time, Mike would probably lose his mind.
Facts proved that Mike's approach was extremely correct. After hitting the white-haired man, the killing curse exploded and blew a big hole in the man's stomach. Rich magic power gushed out from it crazily, forming a magical aura visible to the naked eye.
Mike's face showed a look of understanding. He was right. This man should not be a living person, but a kind of alchemical puppet or magic mirror.
If the killing curse hits a living thing, it should directly annihilate its soul, but it will not harm the body. It will only explode when it hits a dead object.
However, even if Mike's killing curse did not kill the white-haired man in one blow, it still caused great damage to him. At this moment, the man and the sword of the king in his hand became much more transparent.
"Aard!"
The man seemed to know that he didn't have much time left. He roared and slapped his left hand under his feet. A shock wave suddenly appeared, which not only shattered all the spikes that imprisoned the man, but also knocked the man out.
The man landed exactly where Mike was at the moment.
"Looking for death!"
Mike uttered these two words expressionlessly. Originally, when the man was on the ground, Mike was not very willing to use his best fire spell. After all, the man's movement speed was too fast and too flexible, and it was difficult to hit him with the slow flying speed of the fireball.
But now the man was in mid-air and could not move flexibly. He had become the best target.
"Flames are blazing."
The first purple fireball hit the man's body, making a violent explosion, and blew the man away in the opposite direction. Then the second fireball hit it again under Mike's mental control, and blew the man away again. Then the third, fourth, fifth...
The man was like a stone skipping on the water, rising and falling in the air. By the time the man landed, he had already reached the other corner of the square, nearly a thousand meters away from Mike.
These fireballs were deliberately made by Mike. When this kind of fireball explodes, it can create a powerful impact force, and the explosion power is not even comparable to that of ordinary fireballs. Even
a fool can see that the man is in a very bad state now, and it is estimated that he will be finished soon, so delaying time has become Mike's main choice. It would be even better if the man can be blown to death directly.
However, Mike's wishful thinking still failed. The man on the opposite side slowly stood up. At this moment, the man is still the same as when Mike first saw him, with a tattered leather armor and a pair of light green eyes.
The previous wave of bombing did not leave any traces on him, and even his hairstyle did not change.
However, the big hole in the man's stomach is still gushing out magic power. As a large amount of magic power turns into magic light and dissipates in the air, the man's body becomes more and more transparent.
The man seems to know that he has lost. His light green eyes stare at Mike in the distance, and his face is still expressionless.
All of this was seen by Mike. Now that the situation was settled, he stopped running. He lifted the Disillusionment Spell to save his magic power and cast the last Bone-Crushing Spell at the man in the distance.
"Break into pieces!"
A beam of light shot towards the man in Mike's respect for the strong.
This was the strongest warrior enemy he had ever encountered. Mike could see that he was just a magical mirror image, and he probably didn't have even one-tenth of the power of the original body, and many of the original body's moves could not be used.
Even so
, Mike almost died in his hands. It is no exaggeration to say that with the pseudo-holy sword in his hand, he only needed one sword to kill Mike.
However, warriors are naturally restrained by wizards like Mike who move quickly and have many control skills, so the final winner is Mike.
Facing Mike's final blow, the white-haired man did not sit still and wait for death. He ignored his almost transparent body and threw the long sword in his hand, which was also about to completely dissipate, towards Mike with all his strength.
"Swish!"
An almost transparent long sword cut through the air, bringing a terrifying sound of breaking wind.
The light of the Shattering Spell didn't even block the sword, it was just brushed by the sword and then vanished, and the sword continued to fly towards Mike.
Mike felt a sharp pain on his forehead and knew that something was wrong.
You know, although the Crushing Spell is not his main combat spell, Mike has worked hard on this attack spell. However, at this moment, it was easily dispelled.