Chapter 111
Al was still thinking about fighting first and then telling the man that he would not hurt him or expose his existence. Would this man believe it?
Or maybe you should show goodwill first and then arrange a fight when you are more familiar with each other?
In the blink of an eye, the next moment after the other party finished uttering the harsh words, the attack came!
The thick black fog surged in like a tide, corroding all the weeds and stones that passed by. The holy light that El used to dispel it only reduced half of its power.
As the cold aura approached, the silver-haired young man flexibly jumped back more than ten meters. The Lord God who had been following him leisurely reminded him, "He is one level higher than you. Do you want me to help you trap him?"
Judging by human standards, this black magician's talent is quite good, with an elemental affinity of probably level eight.
After saying this, Samuel secretly said that he had become too soft-hearted. In the past, he would never trap anyone who attacked him, but would just kill them directly.
The other party had already taken the initiative to attack, and the little guy didn't show any hostility, so He couldn't just take action and make others angry... Tsk, who would have thought that He would fall in love with a weak and soft-hearted human.
"No need." Al told Samuel not to interfere in the battle, and he took out his staff and faced the challenge.
After dodging and dispersing the dense claws of evil spirits, another group of black and red thorns surrounded him, carrying a negative buff that made people feel panic.
"Bright Light Guardian!" The young man murmured a divine spell, and the uncontrollable panic finally disappeared, and he finally felt at ease.
The light blade was unable to cut through the thorns, so El condensed a chain of punishment, "Moonlight, become its endless source of power!"
The divine language carries the power of laws, which can give spells greater power. Al himself has also practiced diligently and has a strong control over the elements, so even if there is a great realm between them, his elemental creations can block the opponent's creations.
Hawthorne concentrated on controlling the elements and unconsciously relaxed his mind. He felt that the current environment was warm and comfortable, and he began to feel drowsy...
His eyelids twitched a few times, and he quickly realized that he was under a Requiem Curse, and he easily removed it.
Looking at the approaching priest, Hosorn couldn't help but frown. As a mage, the enemy's speed and flexibility were too weird. And why did he come over?
They are not swordsmen who are good at close range attacks. They, the mages, feel safer the farther away they are!
The fact that the silver-haired young man could withstand his attack did not make Hawthorne nervous, but the fact that the other party insisted on approaching him made him feel a little uneasy... Was he going to use a high-level alchemical weapon to deal with him?
He quickly recited a spell, turning the area within a hundred meters around him into his domain. Within this range, the opponent's connection with the elements would be greatly weakened.
It was pitch black in front of Al's eyes. "Guiding Star." It became a little difficult to establish a connection with the elements. After dots of light appeared around him, his vision was still hazy. He knew that he had entered the realm of the great magician.
Blurry figures similar to the enemy appeared in all directions. Al put a protective shield on himself and chanted "Break the Delusion Divine Eyes."
There was a golden light flowing in the young man's blue eyes. He used a forbidden spell beyond his level and it was very painful, but he could see clearly where his real opponent was, and any hidden attacks in the darkness could not escape his detection.
Because the silver-haired young man slowed down, Hawthorne was able to pay attention to another person watching the battle not far away.
Although his companion was clearly in a weak position, this man just stood there with his arms folded, looking nonchalant. Either he had absolute confidence in his companion, or they were not familiar with each other and didn't care about his life or death.
Hawthorne didn't care what their situation was, and he didn't want to kill people who had nothing to do with the matter, but his talent was exposed tonight, so he had to be killed!
Black arrows shot towards the spectators. Samuel sneered and resisted the urge to slap the ants to death. He did not move at all, and those attacks became nothing in front of him.
“?!”
Hawthorne was horrified! He didn't understand how this person did it, no... it all happened too peacefully, it was more like he did nothing and the elements retreated automatically!
I attacked twice more, and the result was the same each time!
The unpredictable opponent finally made Hawthorne feel the danger, but he had no choice but to avoid it. These two men must die!
The young man gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.
Samuel watched with great interest as the black magician used special paint mixed with blood to write and draw on the ground, and did not stop him at all.
Al had no idea what his opponent was doing, so his means of attack were reduced, and in less than a moment, he was close to the black magician.
A gust of wind passed by, and Hawthorne barely dodged it. Black wings grew on his back, and he tried to distance himself again. He didn't understand why a wizard liked to hit people with a staff? !
His domain can make it difficult for the enemy to manipulate the elements, and can also cause the enemy to be submerged in thick darkness, making their bodies sluggish. Even if the priest used all his strength to dispel the darkness around him, as a mage, he should not be so flexible and powerful!
And without the help of magic, his speed is too fast!
The silver-haired young man was light and lithe, and he swung his staff smoothly and freely, with the force of a ferocious beast. The black magician's eyelids twitched, and he always felt like he was fighting against a swordsman.
El, who was one realm lower than him, used both magic and sword skills, and fought back and forth with the opponent. Seeing that his opponent was eager to run away, he thought that it was a good thing that he was not a fragile mage, otherwise he would be in such a mess now.
The Divine Eye would backfire if used for too long, so Al withdrew the magic shortly after determining the opponent's position, and did not see the new black and red pattern that appeared underground.
"With my blood, I will guide your way forward, the dark spirit in the distance..."
Al's movements slowed down. This spell... was he using summoning?
The silver-haired young man only defended and stopped all attacks. He intentionally let his opponent complete the summoning, for no other reason than that he was curious about the effect of this spell.
Mages with talents in each category can learn summoning. What they summon are creatures of the same category as themselves. They may be magical beasts or alien races. Whether the summoning is successful depends on strength, luck, and whether the aura near the projection point of the magic circle is willing to come over.
Of course Al also learned it. He had always wanted to try to see what kind of creature he could summon, but summoning came at a price, and the temperament and strength of the creature that appeared were uncontrollable. What if it was a cruel and vicious creature? After helping him deal with the enemy, it might turn around and deal with him again.
Besides, Winster has been following him all the time. It would be terrible if he summoned a celestial being and found out that there was something wrong with him.
For various reasons, Al had never used summoning magic before. Now that he could witness it with his own eyes, he immediately became interested.
In the city——
The help that Abner contacted has arrived in Ita City.
"Where is he?"
The young man replied unhappily, "How would I know? I can only ask the great God of Law to search for it personally. It will be easy for you."
Klevich knocked the young man on the head with his staff, slightly punishing him for his offensive words and deeds, and then used the space element as his eyes to scan the entire city, but did not see any familiar figures, so he continued to scan outside...
He suddenly opened his eyes and cursed, "What you fear is bound to happen. You have been wandering around for a few days and still haven't found Hawthorne. How come your Son ran into him on the first day!"
What's worse is that what comes out of the summoning circle cannot be underestimated!
Klevich grabbed Abner's arm and cut through space to rescue him.
And some time before that——
The black and red magic circle lit up as the spell was chanted, and began to frantically absorb the dark elements in the field constructed by Hosthorne. The whole barren mountain was blown by a strong wind, and there were so many tombstones that if a civilian passed by, he would most likely think it was a ghost howling and fainted out of fear.
The conspicuous pentagram in the center of the magic circle is given enough power by the complex runes around it, and it looks more and more ominous. A strong dark power is already surging out from the lines, as if it is a door, and there is endless sea water inside the door, and this door will not be able to be blocked, and soon... the things inside will break out.
A black mist has gathered above the pentagram, and a figure is looming. Because Samuel is here, someone is simply fearless. Together with the black magician, he stares at the magic circle without blinking. I want to see what will come out...ah???
The dark elements in the magic circle were absorbed by the burly man with goat horns on his head. He spread out the black wings behind him and shook the roots comfortably. "Ha! Is this the mortal world? It's pitch black and doesn't look very good. Where's the sun?"
As a bridge between the two worlds, the magic power in Hosorn's body is rapidly depleting. He can only try his best to absorb elements to avoid being backlashed by the magic circle.
Hawthorne had already started to regret it. It was his first time using summoning magic. He had wanted to summon a monster to help him, but he didn't expect that the one he summoned was actually a demon! A demon that was much stronger than him!
The abyss race is not friendly to the weak... However, light and darkness have been in opposition since ancient times, and those two people from the Holy See will definitely die here tonight!
"Respected Devil." The young man saluted, attracting the attention of the demon who was looking up at the sky and the ground. "I summoned you here, please help me kill my enemies, who are also your enemies, the two lackeys of the God of Light!"
The devil, who was originally quite leisurely, immediately became unhappy when he heard the God of Light. He turned his head with a fierce look and looked at the people around him...Ah?
"Your Highness?"
El nodded with a stern face. It seemed that it would be meaningless if a familiar person ran out of the summoning circle.
By the way, it seems that the chances of successful cross-border summoning are quite high, so he can’t play around with the summoning array in the future. He doesn’t want to summon the Celestial Clan from the Divine Realm. This clan is the supporters of the God of Light. What’s the difference between asking them for help and asking a superior?
The one who appeared here was Knight Raymond's old father, one of the top powerful men in the abyss, the great demon Hank.
The silver-haired young man's expression softened, as if he was talking to a friend, "What a coincidence, I didn't expect you would respond to the call of the human race."
The ignored black magician: "......?"
Hawthorne had learned ancient language well, and could understand most of their conversation.
The demon who was fierce just now looked a little silly when he laughed, "It just so happened that the magic circle appeared in front of me, and I was curious about what the mortal world looks like now, so... hehe."
The devil patted his chest and assured, "Your Highnesses, I am just here to take a look. I have no intention of killing anyone. I, Hank, will never ruin my God's plan!"
Hawthorne: "..." Which god? No! Why do the people of the Church have such a good relationship with the devil? Could it be that this devil was turned against the Lord of Light and was planted in the Abyss as a spy?
Al twitched his lips. "Do you think I didn't see your murderous expression just now?" But he was too lazy to expose this point.
"How have you been recently? Has Raymond taught you the common language seriously?"
Hank heard the question and answered in the mortal language, stuttering, "We can talk a little now."
It was really painful to say, so the devil changed to ancient language, "The Abyss is much better now than before, the food is good, the fun is good, and my time writing books is also very fulfilling!"
“?” Ah… he actually went to write a storybook, and he was quite quick at it.
What Al didn't expect was that the demons acted faster than he thought. After Hank finished speaking, he stuffed three thick stacks of notes into his hands, all bound with thread.
"This is a story I have already written. Not only us demons, but other races also like it. Show it to Your Highness."
"...Okay, thank you." It's only been a few months since we last met? He's already written three books? It can be seen that the demon clan really has a lot of free time...
Al casually flipped through two pages. The handwriting was sloppy, with many connected strokes between words. Many of the strokes seemed to be flying. It was obvious that Hank's hand speed could not keep up with his crazy brain speed.
Hawthorne beside him couldn't understand how things were going. The thing he summoned... with such a character, was it worthy of being called a demon? ?
The priests of the Holy See of Light are more like the legendary demons than him!
It was supposed to be his helper, but now it seemed that the demon would never attack the priest. Hosorn snorted coldly, disconnected from the summoning circle, and waited for the demon to be sent back.
Huh? Why is there no movement? This is his first time using summoning magic, is there something wrong? Why is the formation still intact?
The god who slowly walked to the side of the lover had hidden his merits and fame. He dared to take the initiative to attack Him. I couldn't kill Him, but at least I could annoy Him a little.
Seeing that the fight could not go on any longer, Al prepared to introduce the demon he summoned to the black magician, thinking that with another dark type around, he would trust him more and they could become friends.
Although Al doesn't understand this black magician yet, he knows Abner. At least those people that Abner doesn't want to hurt are not bad people.
Suddenly, Hank, who was recommending his masterpiece, stopped smiling in an instant. He turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated. Samuel also put his arms around his lover's waist and quickly stepped back a few steps.
The space where they were originally staying was visibly distorting. No, to be precise, only the space where the demon was standing had problems.
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