Accidentally reincarnated into a magic book

Chapter 224 Seriously
Onor looked at the old man in front of him.

"Is it old?"

He recalled the title that the old man had forced Onor to call out, presumably this was also the title that adventurers called him.

Just like the woman named Fan of Poison Darkness, her name is Fan of Poison Darkness, the weapon she uses is a fan, and her trick is poison, which is really simple and easy to understand.

"Time, time? No, it could be a stone, does it mean that the fist is very hard?" Honor thought about the ability to match that title, but there was no doubt that the old man in front of him exuded an aura that made him tremble. After getting the primary predictive ability, he was even more convinced.

"It's coming."

Onor shook his palm, and the space hole in his hand was instantly closed. Almost at the same time, a golden magic book appeared in Onor's hand.

"Oh? Is that your magic book?"

The old man watched Honor's movements with a calm expression, as if everything was expected.

On the contrary, Honor was taken aback and asked, "Do you know about the magic book?"

Even Honor himself didn't know about the magic book. If the old man knew, it would be happy or worrying.

"The old man once heard that you appeared in the world as a magic book before entering the border city. It must be the book you are holding now."

"So it was Scube who said it?" Onor was a little disappointed, but he didn't expect that his story had already reached the ears of the old man through the group of adventurers with the Emerald Emblem. Not keeping promises.

Although Honor felt a little distressed, now was not the time to cause trouble with the Emerald Crest. The focus now was on the old man in front of him.

Onor focused on looking forward: "That's right, this magic book is my weapon."

"Huhu, the magician who uses the magic book wants to fight with me. It seems that the outcome has already been decided."

As the old man spoke, he finally took a step forward.

—He is closing the distance!
Honor was horrified. As the old man said, magicians are not good at melee combat. Therefore, when fighting mages, fighters try to get closer. Once they are within the attacking range of fighters, mages will only be beaten.

In the same way, what a mage has to do is to keep a distance and cast magic continuously. As long as the distance is controlled accurately, the enemy can be subdued thousands of miles away, and he will not even suffer a little damage.

Onor saw the old man jumping up lightly close to his toes.

But at the same time as he moved, the old man had already come in front of him.

"So fast!"

Onor found it unbelievable that although the old man strode forward, his movements were like strolling in a garden. It was such a simple movement, and he stepped in front of Onor in three or two steps, as if the space had been shortened.

Onor's ankle was suddenly pulled by the old man.

The old man seemed to be dragging a wooden post, and then flung it back with all his strength.

Onor felt his body being pulled by a powerful force. It seemed that it was not the old man's skinny arm, but a bottomless vortex.

"flame!"

Onor raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

At that moment, Onor's body was ignited with huge flames.

The raging fire swept from Honor's ankle to the old man's body, the old man was startled, and hurriedly backed away, but the flame was like a poisonous snake, entangled the old man's body and would not let go.

O'Noor was thinking that his scheme had succeeded, but his eardrum shook violently, and he felt his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

Then he looked forward blankly, and the old man was striding towards him.

"what happened?"

Onor was confused.

The flames disappeared.

No, not only the flames on the old man, but also the flames on himself, as if nothing had happened.

His body soared in the air, floating like a flying swallow.

The next moment, the old man grabbed Honor's ankle.

"flame!"

Onor yelled.

But the old man let go of his hand the moment Aonor exited, and instead, the old man rose into the air in the same posture. He stretched out his left hand and slashed Aonor's neck with his hand as a knife.

O'Nor did not expect the old man to act so fast. At this moment, he opened the magic book in his hand, with the pages facing outwards, and a violent pillar of fire spewed out from the pages towards the old man.

But the old man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and opened his fingers like a big net to face the flames spurting out of Honor's magic book.

"boom!"

Honor felt the scorching heat gushing out, but the heat was weakened under the suppression of the old man, and finally was completely pushed back into the book.

"How, how is it possible?!"

Onor looked at the old man in astonishment, but his vision blurred, and the old man turned his right hand into a knife and landed on Onor's neck.

"Crack!"

Honor felt as if he had received an electric shock on his neck, and he was so frightened that he quickly put away his book and backed away.

"you……"

Onor wanted to say something, but after he uttered the first word, he realized that he could no longer make a sound.

He gaped and clutched his throat, no matter how much he wanted to make a sound, he knew he could make a hoarse voice.

"Heh, even if you can chant briefly, you won't be able to use magic anymore if you lose your voice."

"Master God knows, my voice...why am I speechless?"

[The body structure has been damaged and is undergoing reconstruction. 】

[Reconstruction is not possible. It is inferred that the enemy injects power into the body. If the body is reconstructed, it will take at least 10 minutes. 】

"Does that mean it will take 10 minutes to recover?" Onor was anxious in his heart, and he couldn't help cursing secretly, what kind of tricks did that old man use.

But Onor was anxious in his heart, but there was a smile on his face.

It is true that he is unable to speak, but the old man does not know that Honor is not releasing the magic himself, but the Lord God is releasing the magic—that is to say, even if he cannot speak, Honor can still give orders to Lord God in his heart .

Onor glanced at the magic catalog in the magic book, and immediately said, "Master God knows, use the rain of light."

[Order received. 】

The light of the magic guide book in Onor's hand soared, he raised his hand, and a pure white beam of light condensed in the midair.

Those light beams were like small white pillars floating in the air, and now hundreds of thousands of light beams appeared in the sky, like a group of fireflies on a summer night.

But it was not a firefly, but an arrow made of light.

Onor waved his hand, and the erected beams rushed to the sky one after another.

The old man was a little inconceivable seeing those light beams.

"The devil can use light magic?! No, why can you still use magic? Could it be Wuchan...!"

The old man was surprised, but he saw the light beam stagnated at the highest point. In the next second, hundreds of light beams crashed down, and the direction of the light beam was exactly where the old man was.

(End of this chapter)