Mages Are Too OP

The explosion center is still distributing unreachable heat, Li Lin wipes his face, looks at the bottom of the pit and reveals a heartbreaking look: “Everyone is grey, let alone equipped. My hand was red, and I wanted to touch the body to see if I could pop the superb gear. ”

Betta's heart patted her chest with palpitations, and just now he ate the grill, which was lifted straight away, rolled a few meters away, and the wooden markings of the grill almost stuck blindly in his eyes.

Shook looked at the bottom of the pit and felt numb on the scalp: “Although samurai is one of the three major BUG professions, I think the magician is the real BUG. ”

The queen was hardly affected, but she watched as the pit was still brimming with red magma and lips.

Roland is not essentially her opponent, and she has at least a dozen ways to kill Roland on the spot when Roland's magic ‘accumulates'. The Great Swordsman's methods of attack are the most diverse and effective of all professions.

It's just a curseless method of attack that the Great Swordsman will never get out.

Not even to the legend.

The demigod might work.

But demigod... dreaming is okay.

After the surprise, Andrea looked at Roland and it was brighter.

She thinks Roland is good, not because of how good Roland is, but because of Roland's attitude towards her, which she likes very much. Essentially, as a swordsman of the LV11, and so young, where can I go?

All she lacks is a sense of psychological security.

This stuff, it takes a man to give it to her.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't like her man very strong.

And Margaret, the little dragon girl next to Shook, had a little more cruelty in her eyes at the time. She was just behind the shock, looking at the whole thing.

As Princess Red Dragon, as the creature at the top of the pyramid, Margaret has always looked down on humans.

To the human world, that's because the human world is fun.

Shook was the first man she could see and really liked, after all, in her opinion, Shook was too handsome.

And Shuck's friends, she looked down on all of them, not interested.

Normally, she was too lazy to talk to these so-called golden sons.

But Roland felt the fear of death when he fired the ball.

Even the Red Dragon had a strong resistance to the flames, and she knew very well that she could not resist that magical attack.

Adult dragons should be able to withstand it, but the problem is that Roland can still grow and have great potential.

By the time Roland reached the rank of master, it is estimated that even the adult dragon will not be able to resist his accumulative fireball technique. If he can grow into a legend... it is estimated that her father, the current king of the Red Dragon, will have to flee. It is estimated that the ancient cologne will have to be considered against such a magician.

Thinking about it, isn't it a little wrong for Margaret to think she was underestimating the behavior of Shuck's friends before?

People watched the pit for a while, put out some forest fires, and Shuck asked, "What are we going to do next? Always wipe out magic? ”

“It's not necessary, it's too much to kill.” Roland shook his head: "The head is dead, trim and trim some crooked fruit. Like... Dalton's dude or something. ”

“Okay, I'll take care of it.” Husserley laughed, "I'm going to check out how many fucking assholes are in Dalton's family. ”

Two days later, Dalton, president of the Magic Society, disappeared bizarrely.

Two days ago, five other great magicians in the city felt the magic fluctuations of his battle in the north of the city, and there was a huge explosion in the woods.

After confirming the disappearance of the president, the association sent someone to investigate in the woods.

Only one, a huge pit with some calories, was found, and no trace of the chairman was found.

And the investigators were absolutely certain that it was caused by magic, because there was still a lot of fire magic left on the scene.

The investigators then announced that President Dalton might have been in danger.

But as long as you're not an idiot, you know, President Dalton, most of them were killed.

That giant pit, only magic with more than five rings, and at least a magician above the master level, is possible.

The result is obvious.

Plus, for some time, the royal family lost more than 300 guards outside the city, and the two princes were gone.

Obviously, there is a strange force targeting certain forces in the Imperial City.

At this time, the city of Khorewen is overwhelmed.

Luke is stunned in one of his own large estates in the richest neighborhood of Chengxi.

Father disappeared, and many of their hidden enemies, even former acquaintances, eroded their homes.

Mothers are just a noble woman, usually not very good at handling things, suddenly the master is in charge, and the pressure is still under the control of the wolves, so to speak.

Not all women, like martial arts, have the potential of queens.

Nor did Luke wait to accept the fate of being devoured of his family and forces, and he tried to find his former friends.

As a result, no one saw one, not sick at home, but went abroad.

Who believes that?

Luke sighed and walked out the door.

The courtyard in the manor used to be lively all the time, the banquet nobles, and the magicians who came here to kiss their asses.

But now, nobody's here.

It's cold and refreshing.

He just walked out the door and saw a black man standing in front of him.

The black robe man looked gloomy and didn't look so good.

Luke subconsciously wanted to step back and go back to the estate. But the black robe man across the street suddenly said something and stopped him.

“Do you want to know why your father died? ”

Luke's eyes were covered in blood, and his voice was like a wildcat roaring: “What are you talking about? ”

The black man shook his head: "Talk to me nearby? ”

Luke looked at each other in the shade and nodded at the end.

The two of them came to a small lake nearby, where very few people passed by and it seemed extremely quiet.

Luke kept looking at the black robe man, and he was ready to use the magic scroll immediately if things were not right.

Whatever he says, he's also an elite magician.

At least a little self-preservation.

“My name is Husserley, and according to you, I am a son of gold. ”

The black robe man spoke faintly.

Luke stunned for a moment, then became more alert.

The name of the Golden Son has long passed from God to God throughout the Imperial City.

I hear the Queen is now taken away by the Golden Son.

The Second Prince also appears to have died in the hands of the Golden Son, but strangely, the royal family does not seem to have any idea of vengeance.

Is Father's death related to them?

It was just a guess, but the next sentence twisted Luke's face on the spot.

“Your father, Dalton, died in the hands of a brother of mine. ”

After a brief silence, Luke yelled, “I'll kill you, you piece of shit! ”

When he punches his hands into his arms, he breaks the magic scroll.

But the other side was faster, almost a blink of kung fu across the distance of a few meters, and then pulled his pussy and hit Luke directly.

Luke knelt down on the spot, opened his mouth, blushed and couldn't even wake up if he wanted to.

Finally on the ground, roll around with your crotch covered.

And Husserley stood still with a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, it finally stopped hurting so much, Luke lay on the ground, his legs shaking helplessly, looking up at each other, angrily shouting: "You despicable little man. ”

“Calm down?” Husserley laughed, "I wouldn't mind kicking again if I didn't calm down. ”

Luke's face turned iron and blue.

“Then go on with what you just said.” Your father was really killed by my brother, "Husserley said," because he was trying to obscure the derivative magic model of Kaka-Bad, who was my brother's friend. ”

“For a derivative magic, you killed my father?” Luke struggled to get up and his eyes began to cry: “My father was such a good man...”

“Why can't someone else kill Kaka for his new derivative magic? Besides, we are just revenge. ”

“I don't believe it!” Luke roared, “My father is a good man! ”

“Where do you think the derivative magic you're learning is coming from? ”

Lurkton stood still for a while, his lips trembling and asked, "Is that the derivative magic model of the magic puppet? ”

Husserley nodded.

An unspeakable loss, rising in Luke's heart.

He doesn't know what to do?

Kaka Budd died unexpectedly, and he knew that when he was chatting with friends, he used to laugh about it and say he was confused.

But now, someone tells themselves that Kaka-Bad's death was actually his father's.

The gentle, gentle old man who never speaks a word?

For a derivative magic model diagram?

Luke knelt on his knees and felt his vision filled with water fog and blurred.

“We were going to kill most of Dalton's relatives. After all, we wanted to come. Dalton was so insidious, his family should be about the same.” Husserley's voice sounds more and more distant at the moment: “But after looking into it, I found that the rest of your family are actually good people. You've never hurt anyone, and your mother, the worst thing you've ever done, is pound a maid who dirty her clothes. However, it was not killed, and the wounded ointment was sent afterwards. ”

“It's crocodile tears, but you're much better than any other nobleman. ”

“So, don't think about revenge. It doesn't make sense. Our golden son is immortal. With this energy, we might as well help your mother, find a way to stabilize your home and don't let other nobles swallow it...”

Hussein's voice is getting farther and farther.

Then Luke fainted.

When he woke up, he found himself in the bedroom.

The familiar environment almost made him think he had a nightmare.

But when he saw the changed coat on the side of the bed and it was covered in dirt, he knew it was true.

Luke looked out the window with a grin.

“Son of Gold, are you angels or demons? ”