Versatile Mage

“Simmons, you keep an eye on that white tiger, I'll take care of her!” Saint Shadow Connor sees the situation as bad and dares not hesitate a bit more.

“Connor, don't be impulsive, wait...” Simmons didn't even finish the painting, Connor already did.

They wanted to wait for the ancient mystery to start, which required four holy shadows to work together, at least doubling their magic power, which was a powerful mystery, and Simmons felt it was necessary to wait a little longer.

Connor trusts himself too much, and he ignores each other's strength too much!

Knowing that Kano the Shadow is as weak as a child in front of Muningsnow, Connor is not even as powerful as Kano, he is just a newcomer to the Holy Shadow!

Probably too eager to show himself, Saint Shadow Connor did not wait for the Holy Shadow Law to arrive. He was a shadow magician who approached Muningsnow as a ghost, trying to take Muningsnow as fast as possible when the White Tiger attacked others.

Close, Connor feels that this distance is unprotected by any strong man, as long as he does not carry out those powerful Holy Shield spells in advance, his Shadow Pile technique can be the first to subdue the enemy!

The Dark Wood Pile technique is a powerful secret used by the Holy City against ancient vampires. Connor pretends to raid Muningsnow closely, but suddenly drops some dark matter around Muningsnow.

These shadow matter quickly form a black pattern at the foot of Munningsnow, intertwined like a black chain, and the next moment a shadow wooden stake will come out of the ground, penetrating the wrist, feet, abdomen, chest, neck and forehead of the evil creature all over that pointy shadow stake!

Muningsnow suddenly stood still.

“Windmill.”

Her clothes, her long hair, started to move.

The airflow grew stronger and stronger and was compressed into blade tornadoes at the extreme by Muningsnow's idea, suddenly sweeping in four different directions!

The earth and air of Al-Quds Al-Sharif were suddenly divided into a terrible division, and when the people of Al-Quds Al-Sharif saw it, they could see an incredibly frightening scene.

Centered on the location of Muningsnow, the deep, long trace raised four powerful and extreme airflow barriers to guard Muningsnow in the form of a "Xu”.

The wind barrier is as high as the mountain peak, and the powerful force is hardwired to tear the black pile matrix beneath his feet open. Soon, this seemingly mysterious ancient shadow gate is disintegrated into nothing but dark matter, and the figure Na, standing in this white wind, Muningsnow is unharmed.

St. Shadow Connor was stuck watching, and he never thought his magic would be so hard to beat.

Suddenly, Connor noticed that Muningsnow's eyes had finally shifted to his side at this time, and Muningsnow's attention was only on the head of the Holy Shadow, Fall, for a long time.

Only Saint Connor would never have thought it was because of this gaze that his death was coming!!

Wind, definitely more than just protecting Muningsnow, they are also extremely lethal!

Muningsnow waved and saw that the powerful scratches were detached from the original area, spreading at extremely exaggerated speeds and forces towards the distant end, from an area that was originally only the size of a hillside to half a holy city!!

And this diffusion process is like cutting off everything along the way!

St. Shadow Connor's body was cut open and the whole city behind Connor was cut open by sweeping scratches. The wind was supposed to be soft and wide, and Muningsnow's wind was thin, sharp and full of slaughter.

Connor fell, and the blood flowed like those previous Holy Shadow Apostles, and the weak seemed little different from them.

But he is the Holy Shadow, only the Holy Shadow himself knows the difference between the Holy Shadow and the Holy Shadow Apostle, or the difference between the two and Muningsnow is so great that it doesn't even show any surprise!

St. Shadow Connor would not have expected such a result, and he felt that even if he were not an opponent of Muningsnow, he would not have reached a point where he was so close to being killed by a second, nor would it be difficult for any other shadow to save his hand.

Connor took a look at Simmons before he died.

He finally understood why Simmons was so venomous and why he had fear in his eyes, this woman was indeed terribly strong!!

“Connor...” Simmons glanced at a colleague who had been split in half and couldn't help but think of St. Shadow's.

Simmons realized then that the inexhaustible Shadow Man was nothing more than a bunch of lambs in front of Muningsnow, and that they could not defeat her.

“Do you want to live?” Muningsnow saw the familiar Simmons and asked softly.

Simmons took a deep breath, noting that Munningsnow's foot was still pouring with the wind of marks, and that he was confident that he could withstand that power, but he was not confident that he would survive a Munningsnow attack.

“I had no choice but to retreat and lose not only my life, but also my dignity.” Simmons finally mustered the courage to face Muningsnow, who once again used his divine gift of nature.

Poisonous Mandala drills out of the cracks of the earth, the root stem grows a smaller vine silk, while the vine silk quickly grows into the root stem, the root stem becomes a stronger main vine...

Within seconds, Muningsnow was surrounded by countless highly poisonous mandolo vines like snakes, like a mandolo jungle in which the anesthetic Mandolo flower demon blossomed brilliantly, the petals stacked, each big like a banana leaf, and the pollen secreted began to have a more fascinating sensation!

A mandololin, supposed to grow magnificently, eventually turned into a vast jungle, trapped Muningsnow in it, constantly consuming her power...

But outside the city, the white snow infiltrated endlessly, and the bitter cold left no living object alive, just momentarily passing through the highly toxic jungle of Mandolo, which exhibited a flourishing natural power.

It withers in the cold, disappears in the wither, and it's just as short a few seconds, but it's like the end of life, the only remaining frozen flower vine remains!

“Ice curse.” Saint Simmons looked at Muningsnow with some despair.

She's not just a wind curse, she's an ice curse magician!

Simmons suddenly realized that the strength he saw Muningsnow show was just the tip of the iceberg.

Probably only Angel Fall has the capital to compete with her. They are really hard to beat!

“Squeeze, squeak, squeak!! ”

Freezing the silence is not just those Mandala poisonous vines, Simmons watched with Munningsnow at the moment, the body began to freeze, the blood began to stagnate, the vitality of life was rapidly withering...

Simmons could resist, but he knew that his resistance was nothing more than a struggle to live for a while.

“I have no words, I have not told the Holy City about your killing of Krono...” Simmons' face began to turn pale and his skin was covered in frost, not to mention the interior of his body, the viscera of those dead organs.

Muningsnow nodded.

“But you don't care. You're ready to fight the Holy City. Is it really because of him, he deserves you to do this...” Simmons raised his hand so hard, pointing to a man trapped in the middle of the sky in a black star branding.

Munninghammad did not answer Simmons.

Simmons' eyes still stared at Munningham, and he watched this woman Myoman walk past him. Simmons tried to twist his head and follow him, but found himself unable to move any part of his body.

But Simmons really wants to know the answer.

Is it worth it?

She was so beautiful, she was so strong, she was so strong with angels, why did she give everything to a demonic heretic who was just dying to struggle?

“If it were him on the ground, he would do the same. ”

Suddenly, Simmons heard her chilling voice, the moment before his life ended.

Simmons had also fantasized that he would be as merciful to her as the last time, and that he might be a little special to her, but not this time.

As long as she is the enemy, there is no difference between herself and the Holy Shadow.

The last time she gave herself a way to live in good faith.

This time her heart was in good faith, just answering a question to allow herself to meditate.

What a perfect woman.

Beautiful as the queen of ancient myths, it is glamorous, noble and dust-free.

She is not a symbol, her magic realm is unique, and she can take charge of angel's shoulders.

She is not green for any part of the world, she loves herself, she can turn everything upside down.

She satisfied all Simmons' fantasies about women.

Unfortunately, when I met such a woman, I was so humble and blocked her noble path.

But I don't deserve it either.

I always thought that I could do everything for my love, but I could fall into the system of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, and I fell into the system of this society before I realized that deep in this system and society that would be all over the scales, everyone cared most about always themselves, want to heal, want to be stronger, want to be respected, want more, give up what I loved... always in immersion and lost, complain that there is no such ideal person in this world anymore.

One day when they really see and meet, they will suddenly be ashamed of themselves and will suddenly regret it. This will make them realize that some people are really different and powerful. They always stick to their hearts and minds, and their minds are still so clean and spotless.

“If it were him, he would do the same. ”

When Simmons was wrapped in death and his breath nearly disappeared, Simmons thought back to the question.

If you were yourself, would you have the courage to break open the Holy City???

“Dah! Dah! Da-da! ”

The only remaining moment of Simmons' consciousness is the sound of Munningham moving on.