What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

Except for the fact that the Chicken God Sect made me feel a bit wronged.....The other gods, ghosts and snake gods, I feel that they all deserve it.

Either rebooting, smelling fat times, or playing philosophy... These bastards are nothing but human crumbs, not like good people at all!

In a sense, Professor Yang is also doing harm to the people.....

But it is clear..... things are not just that.

Because the cell in which this group of cult leaders is held is only the one in front of you... in the other cells, people in the uniforms of the wizards’ association or scholars, as well as dwarves, half-elves, and hybrid orcs Kind of non-human race... there are even a few little loli with cat ears...cough cough...

In short, I have every reason to believe that they are not the same villains as this cult leader.

Therefore, the principle that Professor Yang and the opposing army are purged is also very clear-all creatures that violate the teachings of the eternal Father are within the scope of their attack and purges.

Whether you are just an ordinary dwarf blacksmith, a mage who opposes theology, a scholar...or the cult leader next door to me, all are within their attack range.

It's really scary to say... the appearance of the rebels seems to have happened in the last one or two months, and so many people were arrested in one breath.In the few cells I can see alone, I am afraid that there are no less than a hundred people...In other subspace prisons, I am afraid there are even more.

"By the way...Brother.... Why are you locked in?" At this moment, the god of chickens looked at me carefully, and asked with some puzzlement, "I don't think you seem to be injured much. Look? Didn’t they give you an electric shock when you came in?"

"Ah...it's a bit complicated to say..." I looked in Friegan's direction. "Of course they sentenced me... but it didn't matter to me..."

"It's useless? But I think the lowest level of electrotherapy is already unbearable..."

The Lord Chicken God said with lingering fears.

"Um... my physique is a bit special..."

Just as I was trying to explain, an old voice suddenly came from the cell at the other end:

"Impossible.... Even my old man [Cultist] can't stop that damn electrotherapy... How can you be fine?"

24. Violent Mage

Hearing someone talking, I followed the reputation again.

I saw that the naked, muscular grandfather was leaning on the railing of the cell opposite, looking at me with disbelief.

"Old man...Who are you?"

Vaguely aware that none of the people who can be locked up here are mortals, I asked cautiously.

"What old man? You bragging boy show me respect!"

The old muscular man blew his beard and stared.

Hmm... I'm quite tempered.

"Yeah... Then this sir, I don't know how to call it?"

"Huh... count you acquaintance."

The old muscular man held his chest very proudly and said loudly:

"I am the vice president of the Imperial Mage Association, catechumen, Sir Jacob Dubbs!"

Oh..... Vice President of the Imperial Mage Association, catechumen.That is indeed an incredible figure.

But, seeing the old man's muscles...I couldn't help but wonder.

Is this really a magician?

How do I feel more like a berserker with an axe?

Just when I was puzzled, the cult leader of Chicken God on the side suddenly exclaimed:

"Jacob Dubs? So, you are the legendary'violent mage'?"

Violent Mage?It sounds pretty vivid.

"Ahem.... That's just some nonsense... corrupting my reputation..." Sir Jacob turned his head in embarrassment, "The old man is just a little dabbling in martial arts... .. Those stupid pig-like guys have to yell about what kind of berserker, melee mage I am... these are all shameful slanders on the old!"

"Really? But how do I hear people say...Vice President Jacob of the Mage Association has always knocked people with a stick?"

"Nonsense! You...Where did you hear these rumors?" Sir Jacob flushed immediately, "The old man fights with people, and he always crushes them by magic! Yes...no Wrong! Magical crushing... this kind of close hand-to-hand combat... only occasionally... yes, occasionally!"

"Really? But a friend from the Mage Association told me last time... that when you were fighting a duel for the last time, you brutally used brute force to smash a tens of meters deep crack in the arena. ."

The Lord of Chicken God asked curiously.

"Fake...impossible..... such a fragile and precious thing as a staff...how could I be willing to smash it on the ground?"

Sir Jacob's eyes were dodgy...obviously he was guilty.

"That's right..." The head of Chicken God nodded, with a cunning look in his eyes, "But my friend said... In that duel, what you took was not a staff, but a mace. !"

"Who is your friend?! Why do you dare to go out and talk nonsense about this kind of thing? If you say it, the old man will definitely blow his dog's head with a hammer!"

Sir Jacob slammed his fist against the wall with excitement, humming the iron railings made of steel.

"Look... Didn't you admit it all?"

The head of the chicken god shrugged helplessly.

"I...I...not what my old man wants..."

After realizing his failure to say something, the vice-chairman squatted in the corner and drew circles aggrievedly.Still muttering in his mouth:

"It’s not my fault... I was to blame when I was thirteen years old, when I went to the Mage Association to consult the direction of cultivation... The idiot instructor told me: all attributes are life, endurance, weapons proficient in one-handed swords, Two-handed sword. Close-handed skills practice block, crit, charge, whirlwind dance, decapitation, and sunder. The magical skills just point the holy light...the result is a long time...it can't be changed. ..."

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so, this guy is really a wizard with the wrong point...it shouldn't be said to be a berserker with the wrong class.

But while his body is so powerful, he can still have a catechumen-level mage cultivation base... this old man is also very abnormal.

You know, the realm of a magician can be roughly divided into ten levels from bottom to top, in order: magic apprentice, junior mage, intermediate mage, senior mage, great mage, catechumen, detached, enlightened, and enlightened. ..... With the legendary powerhouse.

Among them, the first five ranks are collectively referred to as the [mortal realm], and the fifth-order great magician can reach the highest realm with a mortal body.It is also the strongest power that a mortal can master.

Level 6 and above are called the "Transcendent Realm", which means a realm that can only be reached after getting rid of the body of a mortal and understanding the magic of the world's laws.

Among them, the sixth-order [categorical] is the beginning of a spellcaster to observe the laws of the world.In this stage, the face of truth will slowly unfold, but it is like looking at flowers in the mist.It is the beginning of the pursuit of escape power, so it is called a "catechuman".

Therefore, the catechumen is the beginning of a mage's promotion to the strong, and it is also a life form between the mortal and the extraordinary.And in his lifetime, the mage who can see the edge of the law and promoted to the sixth-order catechumen is one in a thousand...about a few thousand magicians.

No matter which country is placed in the Western Continent, it can be regarded as a major figure second to none.

Is it only in a country like Duinqi with a population of tens of millions and talents that would condescend to become the vice president of the Mage Association?

But... this is only relative to the average level of the human world.

If it were placed in the elven clan, Mirko, who possessed the peak strength of catechumens, would be just the weakest among all the elders.The rest of the elders basically have the strength of the seventh-order transcendence and the eighth-order enlightenment...My grandfather who likes "climbing the tree" is even a peerless powerhouse at the ninth-order [Enlightenment] level.

Of course... the people mentioned above, even if they are packaged and put in front of El Mesa, they are all scum...

Because the powerhouse of the legendary rank, in a sense, is already close to the existence of the gods.

It can be said that unless it is the true god of heaven or the demon of hell, the legendary powerhouse is equivalent to the existence of gods.

And this is why I am ill-fated...

Targeted by a legendary strong man, still want to escape?That doesn't exist.....

Because as far as El Mesa is concerned, this world is really "boss, her second."

But compared to me... the Vice President Jacobs in front of me is even more unlucky...

If apart from this gang of elves, and Mr. President of the Mage Association.As a sixth-order catechuman, Jacob is also considered to be a big figure on the Megatron side.

But this time I’m going to have trouble with the Mage Association... it’s Professor Wang Yang, the Demon King who has the strength equivalent to Tier 8. Not only that, this devil randomly took out a clone, which is also equivalent to Tier 7 strength. Lord of the Devil.Just take out a few, and you will be able to fight the entire Mage Association on the floor... Even a violent mage like Sir Jacob can only be obediently caught.

At this moment, Sir Jacob, who was crouching in a circle in the corner, suddenly jumped up from the ground as if he had suddenly remembered something.He pointed at me through the cage and said:

"By the way...boy, you haven't told me how do you resist electrotherapy?"

As if eager to change the subject, Mr. Violent Master patted his chest very excitedly, and said in a questioning tone:

"I have tempered my body with the magic power of the rock for 40 years... even if you can't resist the'high' level of electrotherapy, how can you, a skinny boy, be unscathed? I'm afraid you're talking big?"

25. Flicker

"Believe it or not... Anyway, that thing is really useless to me..."

I shrugged and said naturally.

"If you don't believe it, Mr. Vice President, you can try it yourself...not just thunder and lightning, no magic can hurt me a bit."

I am not unsure of this.

The innate attributes of an atheist could have made me immune to most of the damage below the fifth-order magician.And this Sir Jacob is just a sixth-order catechuman, and now he is still in a prison with a forbidden magic circle, and the power of his spells will naturally be greatly reduced.

Therefore, I have full certainty to block all his attacks with talent attributes.I am very confident about this.

"No magic can hurt you? Humph, since I was promoted to Tier 6, the old man hasn't heard such a big talk for a long time!"

Sir Jacob sneered and snapped his fists.

"Although the old man's current strength is suppressed by the Forbidden Magic Array... he can only use 10% of his magic power at most, but do you think that my old man can't deal with a kid like you?"

Seeing the violent mage eager to try, and the rather magnificent muscles, the Lord Chicken God swallowed harder and persuaded me from the side,

"Young man...I think you are a bit too exaggerated...this Lord Jacob is a master of the empire. If he is too outrageous, he can't be fooled?"

"Lie to him? Uncle, look at me unscathed, is it necessary to deliberately lie?"

I smiled and spread my hands towards the head of the chicken god, then turned my eyes to Jacob, and said:

"If you don't believe the vice chairman, you can do an experiment. I am here, and I will never resist half-heartedly! Of course..."

I changed my style and blinked at Jacob.

"You can only use magic... because my small body can't hold your iron fist that shakes mountains and rivers..."

"Who.... Who would use his fists?"

Feeling the irony in my words, Sir Jacob blushed immediately:

"As a noble magician, how could the old man be the kind of reckless man who can only compete with people for brute force? The duel of the mage is naturally determined by mysterious spells!"

"Really? I hope you won't take a mace out of your underwear..."

I smiled and glanced mockingly at the crotch of the violent wizard.

"Boy! What do you mean? Dare to mock the old man?!"

Jacob raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said very displeased:

"Don't worry, kid...As the vice president of the Mage Association, the old man can only use one-tenth of his magic power, it is enough to make you suffer!"

"That... young man, I think you should apologize to Sir Jacob..."

Seeing that Jacob was going to play a real driving, the face of the god of chicken god began to ooze cold sweat.

"The duel between magicians is not a joke..."

"Don't worry, uncle... I have a sense of measure..." I patted on the shoulder of the god of the chicken god, I smiled and opened my arms to Jacob, "Come on, the vice president, what's the matter? Skills, please do it to me!"

"Heh..., arrogant and ignorant kid, are you really confident, right?"

Sir Jacob quickly pinched out the guidance with both hands, and the brilliance of the spell flowed on the fine muscles.

"Today, let my elderly tutor teach you...what is awe!"

After finishing speaking, Jacob's fingertips, and across two layers of cages, shot a gray light at me!

"[Falling Rock Attacking Heart Curse]!"

The gray light quickly turned into a huge gray rock in the sky, crushing it towards me!

"Be careful!"

The Lord of Chicken God exclaimed in exclamation.

However, I didn't panic at all, but raised my head very calmly, looking at the huge rock like a cliff.Let it smash on my head like a mountain and the ground.

The moment the boulder touched the top of my head.

The gray light flashed abruptly.

Everything is ultimately reduced to nothingness.

Hmm...Don't say, the phantom just now is still quite lifelike. It is indeed a catechumen.