Mages Are Too OP

Pokémon are handsome men and beautiful women.

The bloodline is also handsome and beautiful.

The Pokémon are positively energetic. Most Pokémon have no quarrel with the world. You can enjoy a beautiful day with flowers and grass on the moon.

Not only does the bloodsucking have to be done, but most of the bloodsuckers have a rather harsh personality. Murder and arson are common and conspiracy are tricky.

Always admire harmless beauty as long as it is intelligent.

So… even though both sides look alike, the First Beauty racial title still falls on the Elves.

The cold face of a woman, coupled with her shady temperament, looks like a poisonous scorpion.

And the man's eyes were elongated, his pupils were small, and they were white, and they looked like snake eyes.

The two of them stood face to face, quite a bit of a snake scorpion nest, the adulterer's * * fit.

After all, the temperament is too similar.

The woman in the red dress said, "Edmund, what are you doing here? ”

“Lord Bruce, let me see what's going on and let you give up tracking the black bones.” A male vampire named Edmund threw a cold gaze at the mask, and he frowned: “What is this? You stacked the magic out of it? ”

Edmund retrieved his gaze and looked at the woman with some ridicule, seemingly saying, "How old are you, still playing the game of muddy castles?

The woman ignored his laughter and said coldly, "I'm still working on the black bone thing. ”

“Do you have a clue? ”

“No, you have?” The woman asked back.

The man stopped with a slightly twisted smile, and he looked at the woman for a while, backhanded by a huge wind blade cut to his right.

Dark black wind blades cut quickly onto the bag, leaving a long trace.

Edmund coldly said, "Don't think Lord Bruce can see you, you can ride on my head. Christina, don't forget, you're just a third generation of vampires… etc. ”

Edmund looked at the bag with some surprise, knowing how powerful he was with a dark blade, he dared not say that for seconds, he could at least simultaneously cut off a dozen fine armors.

But what happens now, chopping a big rock leaves only a few shallow marks?

He turned around and looked at Christina, “What the hell is this? ”

“I'm bored out of the pile of dirt.” Christina sneered: “If it's all right, I'm leaving. Won't you come with me? ”

Edmund's gaze swept back a few times between Christina and the bag, and he shook his head and said, "No, I'm suddenly remembering something happy. Go see Lord Bruce yourself. ”

Christina deliberately looked at the mask, then frowned and turned into a bat flying away.

When Christina disappeared into the moonlight, Edmund looked at the rock bag and revealed a gloomy smile.

And in the rock bag, Roland looked a little helpless.

Is there a relay race here?

Because he couldn't hear what they were saying, Roland could only see a woman in a red dress smiling and having a friendly conversation with a dark-haired man.

Then the man hit the wind blade on the rock bag, and then the woman left, and the man's eyes became strange.

Did the vampire carry it with him?

What kind of revenge is this?

Edmund fanned his wings and flew around the rock bag.

Nightmare He gathered a black ball of energy in his hand and smashed it against the rock bag.

The energy sphere flew down from here and hit the rock bag, which was knocked out of a small pit about 10 centimetres deep and smuggled 20 centimetres after a violent explosion.

Mm-hmm.

Edmund squinted his eyes: "The hardness of this rock bag is a bit outrageous. ”

And then he smiled softly, and he thought he seemed to guess why Christina didn't go after the black bones.

There must be something valuable in there, or something magical.

But Christina wasn't strong enough to open this bag.

She can't even blow up her own dark lightning bulb. How can she do that?

But... only a reckless man can solve everything with violence.

Smart people always have better ways.

Edmund approached the rock bag, and then he turned into a black mist and began to infiltrate the rock bag.

This is a special skill of the blood family, fogging, only some special blood family can learn, it belongs to a kind of gifted magic.

Its greatest effect is to ignore pure physical attacks and penetrate physical obstacles, wearing about a meter or so, powerful, for example, conveyed, perhaps two meters.

Misty Edmond travels through black rock formations, and then the spirit senses a dozen humanoid creatures ahead, and there's a lot of magical fluctuations in one humanoid creature.

Psychological 'visual’ in atomized state is somewhat similar to thermal imaging principles.

What's going on?

Edmund hasn't had time to react yet, and that magical man rushed in.

A lightning beam struck his‘ body ’, and Edmund almost lost his mind because of severe soul pain.

The strong sense of crisis caused Edmund to turn around and run.

Fogging him right out of the way.

Less than a second later, he squeezed out the walls of the rock and reshaped them into human form.

“Damn it! ”

Edmund was furious to realize that his soul had been slightly injured.

Christina, this is a setup, deliberately hooking herself up, trying to kill me?

Edmund's mind came up with this idea irrepressibly.

And just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw a circle of rock walls that started to soften, and three seconds later, a hole appeared.

Then there was a magical blue light flashing all over his body, and there was a man with magical equipment all over his body.

The kind of outfit that looks like a magic outburst made Edmund look stunned.

The outburst house wears a golden jade coat and only makes people laugh.

But the magician's all-body giant equipment only makes people feel like they're trembling.

Run!

This was Edmund's first reaction, and not even his 173-year-old blood family was equipped with magic.

And a human magician did it.

Whatever the strength of the person himself, it's not a good idea to upset him.

Strength definitely can't provoke, strength is not strong... With someone dressed like this, the strength behind it is definitely not small.

Edmund turned around and turned into a bunch of bats and flew to the moon.

Roland sealed the hole again, and then he turned around and looked at the flock.

A soul wounded vampire must lose at least a third of its power.

Let you fly for two seconds.

Then a space bubble sucked Roland in, and two seconds later, sprayed him violently into the moon.

Edmund's bat mode is flying pretty fast, about 50 meters per second.

He thought he was out of danger and was happy, but suddenly he felt a magical high-energy reaction coming from behind.

When the bats turned around, they saw a psychopath with a magical blue light flashing all over his body, holding a lightning bolt in his left and right hands, in a wingspanning position, with a strange and sharp wind, and hit himself.