Mages Are Too OP

“I know who he is.” The sunny bloodline laughed bitterly: “If it's true, he should also be the son of our Golden Son, Roland, the most powerful magician in the family. ”

The teenage version of Christina frowned.

And Ruth asks, "What's the strongest thing about your people? ”

“Only he is the strongest magician relative to our golden son.” A man of fairly sunny blood explains: "After all, we've only been in the world for less than a year. And in this short period of time, he has become an elite magistrate. Best of all, he can improve his magic. Very impressive improvement. ”

Christina's eyes lit up: "Is that incredibly powerful fireball technique his improvement? ”

“Yeah, that's his killer.” The sunny vampire asks, “Did you see him do it? ”

Christina nodded: "But we didn't expect his spell to be as powerful. ”

“How many seconds of magic did he accumulate? ”

Christina thought about it, and she said, "About five seconds. ”

“Five seconds.” A fairly sunny vampire shook his head helplessly: “His strength is strong again. ”

“What does that say?” Bruce asked.

“He is the strongest sorcerer in our nation, and his gift is magical control.” A man of fairly sunny blood explains: "A magical perfusion can be performed over a long period of time in order to greatly enhance the magic, and the fireball technique allows him to accumulate magic for up to 10 seconds. ”

Bruce thought it was incredible: "And such a magical gift? It's the first time I've heard of it. ”

“In other words, would we be miserable if he reached 10 seconds? ”

The sunny blood man nodded: “I don't think you'll make it back. ”

Bruce said softly, "You're scared to death. ”

Christina's eyes were bright.

“Sheikh, if it's Roland, I suggest we don't show up anywhere near Castle Ricoh in the future. ”

“Why?” Bruce said slightly: “We've been running there for some time, too, and if we give up, everything goes down. I need an explanation, Wenger. ”

“Roland has a certain appeal in our tribe.” The sunny man Wenger smiled, “If he knew there was a blood camp here, he'd probably call. ”

“An elite magician, not afraid enough, as long as he doesn't accumulate his magic.” Bruce smiled softly, “We're crowded. ”

“He's got people too.” Wenger grinned bitterly: “He can also call, and he has a saint friend who is also a dragon knight. ”

Bruce and Christina were both shocked to hear that.

Who do vampires fear most?

The magician!

After all, only the executor can expressly harm them.

And of all the professions of enforcing the law, the one that frightens them the most is the samurai.

The Holy Family of the Goddess of Light, a bastard with a power of light from her pores.

The other doers, the vampires, and they can fight back and forth with them.

But to the upper samurai, even one rank above the other, they have to run.

Legendary vampires see a master samurai and always roll as far as they can.

Natural restraint, natural enemies!

The kind that can barely be saved if you don't run.

“Then let's just lurk for a while.” Bruce said helplessly, then he sadly held his forehead up with his hands.

Wenger smiled: "The chief is broken! ”

Sitting high, Bruce waved, letting everyone else go.

Wenger nodded slightly and left the cave.

He intends to select two or three seedlings from among human blood slave girls for cultivation in order to validate his deductive data on real-world research topics.

Now Winger thinks the smartest thing in his life is buying a virtual hatch.

He never played games before.

Didn't think the world's AI was so real.

Of course, there are players who say it's not AI, it's a real world.

And Winger thinks, "AI has life, AI has thought, it's not the real world."

The more real the world is, the more data and conclusions can be drawn.

Experiments not possible in the real world, where resources can be found.

Wenger walked a few steps out of the cave, and the young girl Christina chased her up, side by side with Wenger, and said, "Can you tell me about Roland?" ”

Wenger walked and turned around and looked at her: "Are you interested in him? ”

“His magic is peculiar. I've never heard of fireball magic that can be fortified to that point.” Christina thought about it and went on to say, "If I had the chance, I wanted him to be my servant. ”

Wenger stopped: “I don't think that's a good idea. ”

“Why?”

Wenger started walking again and said, "The Golden Son is immortal, even if he becomes your vampire servant, just change his body. Anyway, for the practitioner, hierarchy is not important, what is important is knowledge, is the technique of application. With these things, he'll be strong again soon, coming back. And you have to face a monster who keeps bothering you, immortal. Do you think you can escape such a horrible hunt? ”

Hmm... Christina thinks her thoughts are dead.

Finally, Winger smiled at her: "I have things to do, ma'am, and if nothing happens, please allow me to leave. ”

“Okay.” Christina sighed.

When Wenger left, she was getting ready to go home and saw a dark-haired child walking towards her.

“Yo, this isn't Christina, I heard you were hit by that guy's fireball trick as a little girl, okay? ”

Christina walked over, more tall than both sides, and she was clearly one head taller, and she laughed, “How can it be better than you?" ”

Edmund hummed and his expression became more serious: "Would you be interested in joining me against that man? ”

“Do you want to die? ”

“So what if the gold never dies!” Edmund laughed, “I've already heard of this alien race, and their strength will drop after they die, and he'll let us do it just a few more times. ”

“What if he changes his body? ”

“How can you be so stupid?” Edmund looked at the idiot in the eye: “You won't plant a seed of soul on his soul after you defeat him, so you can see how he's changed, anyway, you'll do it, it's trouble. ”

“Makes sense.” Christina's eyes lit up, but then she awoke: “Why are you suddenly here to help me? There's some conspiracy. ”

“After killing that man, his body I want! No matter how many times I kill him, I want his body. ”