End of the Magic Era

Yes, scrap iron, heavy armor links are all broken, that piece of parts, also becomes a twisted piece of metal with a surface full of pit depressions...

Lin Yun glanced coldly at the abandonment of Focus A, fleshly blooming, kneeling on the ground with blood Daryl, raised the dragon staff again.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell Darryl that the spell could be said to have been his work for some time.

Hard boulders can be punched through every drop, and those seemingly soft droplets of water contain more than perseverance.

Every drop is in the same position, and the velocity and angle of each drop is completely conceivable.

Even the forces, spacing, and frequency of each drop are exactly the same.

Inside the tiny power, but with the deep hidden back, these complex backs are the real power.

Of all the incarnations, the least important is the incarnation of water elements, even in the four elements of the geothermal wind, where the status of water elements has long been replaced by frost elements.

As one of the four elements, how could it be so weak? How is it possible to have only some spells with a slight therapeutic effect? Even some attack spells are the weakest in the same level of spells?

This is not possible…

In the future, there is a heaven-stage man who specializes in water-based spells, and each time he does it, it's like the sky breaks a big hole, and that fragile wave stretches up to a thousand meters high, and one impact can completely destroy a dozen kilometers of the environment.

At the time of position conquest, it would even be restricted because if he did, the whole position would be destroyed in less than half a month...

That terrible tsunami wave can destroy everything encountered in the shortest possible time...

However, these spells are at least Level 8 and above. Below the heavenly scale, there are no powerful water-based spells...

Lin Yun didn't think it would be like this. Then, after months of precipitation, he drilled a large number of spells in the Book of Ten Thousand Spells. Lin Yun himself created this spell.

Rainwater line!

Each drop of water contains terrible power, and each drop of water has the equivalent of a primary or secondary spell.

The distance between each drop of water is completely conceivable, and the forces, angles, and frequencies are all exactly the same.

In a second, droplets that connect to a water line will strike hundreds of times at least!

The simplest water dropping stone wears the logic, understanding the hint of Xuanzhou contained therein, creating the power of magic, making Lin Yun feel horrified himself.

Now Darryl is the first experimenter in this spell...

He was the hard rock that was smashed by the weakest droplets.

Darryl's face was stuck, and he had no idea how this could happen. He was so proud that his heavy armor broke into pieces that his powerful body became fleshy and blurred. His body was filled with hot pain. When he breathed, he could hear the blood rolling in his lungs. There seemed to be endless flames in his body.

Lin Yun's cold face lifted the Dragon Staff again with no expression...

On the other hand, Droit had also reported the recent events to the King of the Caucasus, and when he came out, he found Daryl missing...

Droit's face changed slightly and hurried out of the camp.

“Where's Legion Leader Daryl? ”

Droit grabbed the guard's collar outside the door with a little agitation and asked in haste.

The guard's face was white and for the first time he saw Droit in a state of restlessness, even on the brink of fury, where he did not understand that something seemed to be wrong.

“The Legion Leader went out alone...”

Droy's face suddenly became very ugly and his eyes were all kinda on fire.

Goddamn bastard, Darryl, this complete idiot, he actually went out again, this idiot doesn't know how much Mafa Merlin means to our Caucasian battle magician?

This guy forgot my previous orders. Is Mafa Merlyn so easy to kill?

Didn't this fool see before the battle that Mafa Merlyn was absolutely as powerful as a Class 9 Enclosure Mage?

And according to the character of the Auckland magician, he would never have used all his strength during the battle. The magic of the Mafa Merlin was vastly stable, and the rank could not be determined by the usual seal magic mentor, even with a hint of Xuan Ao.

This scent can only be felt on some of the top captain magicians, Helen of the Black Tower, the star sage of the cloud tower, and Mafa Merlin, if not more powerful than these two.

And looking at the state of the Mafa Merlin battle, his knowledge is more than abundant, and his symbolic reserves are definitely several times higher than the usual seal magic mentor, and his magic is even less profound.

Is this power so easy to defeat?

Darryl, this idiot, has he forgotten about that fight with Helen? Don't you know that the best thing these Auckland magicians do is hide and seek?

Damn bastard, don't you know how easy it is to beat Mafa Merlyn, trying to kill him is harder, this time it's a miserable crime to make Mafa Merlyn.

If King Christo knew about this, he didn't know what kind of rage it would be, Daryl, this fool, would he want to face the anger of King Christo?

His Majesty had just ordered him to get the information from Mafa Merlyn at all costs, and this guy did it.

Don't you understand that it's almost impossible to force Mafa Merlyn to tell us about the last contact?

Is he going to fight Oakland? Fucking idiot, even if there was a war, it wouldn't necessarily make Mafa Merlin say anything.

I finally relaxed my relationship with Mafa Merlyn, so that he could tell me some useful news, and if it was a good idea, he could always let Mafa Merlyn tell me what he knew.

Now, all my previous efforts have been scrapped...

Dro rushed out of the camp in a hurry and immediately rushed towards the storm fortress, hoping to stop Darryl before he made any unwise moves.

Halfway through, Droit suddenly stopped and looked at the distant Poison Valley and Storm Fortress.

No, Darryl was a little foolish, but he had some brains, and in Storm Fortress, it was almost impossible to let go of the fight, and there, as long as he went too far, the Auckland magicians would never stand by and watch, and there was a definite chance of taking advantage of this opportunity to kill Darryl the fool.

So there may be no one left to bother here in Poison Fog Valley. If there is a fight, it will definitely be in Poison Fog Valley...

If you are not in Poison Haze Valley, then you certainly did not fight. Yes, go there first...

Droit stormed into the Poison Mist Valley and immediately felt the raging magic fluctuations in the distance. Droit's face changed dramatically. Any magic apprentice knew that the same magic fluctuations as the boiling ones were necessarily due to the Great War between the two powerful men.

Except for the Battle Mage of the Caucasus, only Mafamelin is left unaffected by the poison fog...

With this in mind, Droy couldn't stand it any longer. The powerful magic burst out in an instant, surrounded by lightning like a serpent, rushing as fast as an arrow towards the depths of Poison Mist Valley.

Far away, Droit saw Darryl's flesh and blood fall on the ground, his heavy armor was broken, and Lin Yun stood not far away, holding a giant dragon staff, and a dazzling glow turned into a rehearsal around the giant dragon staff.

When he saw this scene, Droy's face was brushed white.

How is this possible? How long has this been going on? How long has Darryl been out? It's not only been defeated, it's still so tragic. Heavy armor has been smashed into pieces...

Darryl is a senior Ethel battle magician of the 9th level seal Wizard level. Under the heavenly scale, someone may be able to defeat him, but there is absolutely no way anyone can kill him...

Is this Mafa Merlyn so strong? I can't believe Darryl was seriously injured and couldn't even get away with it...

“My Lord Mafa Merlin, please show mercy...”

The man hasn't arrived yet, and Droy starts shouting in horror. As he can see, the other side is not just intimidating Darryl, but really preparing to kill Darryl, the leader of this Caucasian battle magician, a powerful Caucasian battle magician at the level of Commander of the Ninth Seal!

Lin Yun's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, watching the distance turned into a lightning bolt, and flew fast to Droit.

And so it paused, and Droit had turned into a lightning bolt next to Darryl, who had fallen seriously injured.

“Are you trying to stop me? Hon. Droit. ”

Lin Yun frowned and looked at Droit as if he were an enemy.

Droit smiled bitterly and looked at Darryl, who was stunned, naturally knew what had just happened. This young, excessive young man could no longer be measured by the standards of the Auckland Mage.

Even the presence of Xingxian and Helen may not be used to measure the young commander of the Merlin family in front of him...

Darryl knew exactly what he was capable of. In the face of the Auckland Mage, Darryl could never have had a chance to escape. In all these years, Droy had never seen it.

Looking at the pieces of heavy armor scattered around him, Droit felt cold and the cold sweat began to drip.

That is the unique heavy armor of the Battle Mage of the Caucasus. For the frightening, low-level spells of magic, there is no way to leave a mark on this heavy armor. Only four or five or more spells can leave a slight trace of scorched black...

But now, this Caucasian battle magician is proud of his heavy armor, but he's broken into pieces...

At a time like this, how is it possible to continue to provoke this terrible young sealed magician...

Droit put away the staff in his hand, spread his hands, and even dispersed his magic, indicating that he had no malice and would not resist at all.