Volume 1, Chapter 128: Only 1% of the magic power was consumed? This is so annoying

“Sizzle—whoosh—roar—!!”

The flames will roar as if coming from hell, venting out the resentment that has been accumulated for countless years.

The city of Selby was burning, and the fireworks were performing their last dance for the end of Selby, lighting up the night sky blood red.

A light rain during the day could not extinguish the flames of the entire Selby City. After the rain, the feast of flames became more and more intense.

How many people died in Selby? Perhaps ten thousand, perhaps twenty thousand, perhaps seventy or eighty thousand.

The survivors who were lucky enough to escape from Selby City did not know where they would go.

At least, Lynch didn't know.

After a hundred years in the mountains, he has lost touch with the world.

This war was so sudden that he was not even aware of it, and he couldn't figure out how it happened. He felt nothing at all... He simply felt as if he had already won the war and could return to his own territory without any more trouble.

At this time, he was sitting in the distance of Selby City with the goblins and dwarves, roasting meat.

If there is no news from the front, then it is not time for them to go back.

The dwarves and goblins were grilling unknown monster meat on a simple grill made of wood.

To be honest, the barbecue of these goblins and dwarves is simple and rough.

They simply skewered the beasts, without removing any of the entrails, and began to roast them.

"It's time for dinner, guys!"

“After a day’s work, the hardworking dwarf finally got his reward: a delicious barbecue!”

"Oh my God! The evil master actually wants to enslave the goblins with barbecue and squeeze their lives!"

"......"

The lives of dwarves and goblins are often so simple and plain.

Facing an entire burning city, they felt no ill will at all and began to gather around the fire, sharing the barbecue and performing the strange dance that they had performed in the village before.

"Why is there really a war? No, we can't fight like this anymore. It's so troublesome to make a trip."

Lynch stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He always felt that something was going wrong.

Ever since he came out of Osdena Forest, he had been thinking about being a low-key local tyrant and landlord, growing up in a low profile, and going out to show off whenever he had nothing to do. The best thing would be to be able to support seven or eight hundred maids and let them cook and wash clothes during the day!

As for the night? Hehe!

For qualified capitalists, the maids should pick up the mop and work overtime at night to clean the floor of the house! If there is even a little dust, their wages will be deducted!

Unfortunately, ever since meeting the 'Rhythmic Four', things have gone increasingly wrong.

While robbing, he met Marcus and also met the charlatan of the Universal Church.

Killed many people.

He pretended to be cool, earned some expectation coins and despair coins, and became a lord. Although becoming a lord also achieved his goal, it was even better than his goal.

Who would have thought? Now that we have captured the goblins and dwarves who can build houses, we are in great shape.

Something was even more wrong.

A city modeled after war is being built, and now I am destroying a territory, a city!

But none of this matters.

What’s more important is that in front of him there is a guy who is trapped in a magic barrier and cannot move.

That guy had three pairs of wings, wore white armor, had golden hair, and was handsome.

His three pairs of white wings shone with a holy light, but there were also some scarlet blood, and the scarlet blood seemed to seep into the wings.

This is Francis, the Seraphim.

At this time, his eyes were red and his expression was numb.

After he rushed into Selby, he was controlled by Lynch until he lost consciousness and had to kill. After he recovered, he realized what he had done during the time he lost control.

In that brief memory that seemed to have lasted for centuries, there was nothing but blood, human cries, and cries for mercy...

As a good angel, Francis has always carried the virtues of angels.

Apart from fighting the demons in Hell, he never killed any other intelligent race.

But today, he couldn't count how many humans he had killed.

"Hey, you idiot, are you crazy?"

Lynch waved at Francis. He had always been curious about why this guy could speak.

As for the heaven that Francis talked about, he really wanted to know what it was like.

According to Francis, there seem to be gods in heaven.

So, when facing Selby City, he summoned Francis.

The purpose is to understand the situation in heaven. God is no joke. If I commit a crime and get hunted down by God, how miserable would that be?

But Francis seemed to have lost his mind after the killing spree...

"Sir, you can't get anything out of him." Marcus walked towards Lynch with a skewer of barbecue, glanced at the shadow of the six-winged angel, and said to Lynch: "Or, sir, you can just let him go. Your magic..."

When it comes to Lynch's magic, Marcus is speechless.

In this world, no matter what kind of creature it is, the magic power it possesses is limited.

But Marcus suspects that Lynch's magic has no limits.

The magic that summoned Francis was super-level magic.

Even if a super-level magician focuses on magic power storage, it will consume a large amount of magic power every second to maintain a continuous super-level magic.

Many super-level magicians need a lot of time to recover their magic power after using a powerful super-level magic.

But Lynch has been maintaining this super-level magic for a whole day, and there is no sign of running out of magic power.

This made Marcus wonder whether Lynch was a god.

No, maybe even God can't maintain super-level magic for a long time.

Marcus knew that humans were limited in level. It was extremely difficult for humans to become super-level strongmen. He had boldly imagined Lynch's level - Super Level Nine.

But now he thinks that he has underestimated Lynch's bottom line. Even the legendary super gods and gods of ancient times cannot be as strong as Lynch.

"Magic? What happened to magic?" Lynch blinked and glanced at Marcus, as if he realized something, and said, "Come to think of it, damn it! Summoning this useless guy for a whole day has consumed too much of my magic!"

After saying that, Lynch looked angrily at Francis who remained silent. In order to maintain this family, he had already consumed one percent of his magic power.

So annoying!

Just when Marcus was about to say something, a dragon flew towards Lynch.

That was the smiling man sent by Lynch to investigate the situation in the Land of Grace.

Just as the flying dragon approached the ground, a smiling man jumped off its back.

He staggered towards Lin Qi, shouting as he ran: "Sir, Master Marcus, Master Dao Ge, Master Bobo! Great joy, great joy!"

Dao Ge and Bobo were sitting in front of the fire eating barbecue with oil dripping from their mouths.

The two dwarfs looked at each other.

Great joy?

Lynch and Marcus also showed a hint of suspicion on their faces.

Paul and his men stayed in the Land of Grace and fought symbolically with Selby's army.

Why the great joy?

Could it be that Archduke Garcia led Selby's army and turned around to attack New Ahern without even encountering his own goblin and dwarf armies?

Everyone looked at the reckless smiling man.

The smiling man laughed and brought good news: "It's the battle report from the front. We can go back now! The front has won a great victory. More than 50,000 troops of Selby were wiped out by our troops. Even the Archduke of Garcia committed suicide on the battlefield!"

Upon hearing this, the first person to react was Frasis in the barrier.

His eyes glowed with scarlet light as he looked at Lynch and muttered gloomily, "Not only did you massacre the city, you also killed 50,000 soldiers. You are a devil. Do you want me to lose my angelic kindness and become a devil completely..."

No one noticed Francis' mumbling.

Lynch and Marcus were stunned on the spot.

All...all killed?

The most outstanding head of the prestigious Hamilton family was killed by the unreliable "unexpected foursome"???

Shouldn't the group of four be killed?