Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 197 Hell Poet
"The soul of the magic swordsman is too powerful, I need your help."

Following the death of the red wolf Serhe, the little devil was overjoyed, and quickly flapped his bat wings and flew towards Brian, "If I want to collect his soul, I must not receive any interference, otherwise all previous efforts will be in vain."

"Go ahead, don't waste your time."

Brian used magic to clean up the blood remaining on his face, walked to the red wolf's body, and put away all the items on him that survived the flames, including his magic long sword.

When he was in Golden Feather City, his magic pet repeatedly incited him to kill the magic swordsman Snake Eye, extract his soul, and then refine high-quality soul crystals.

Now, they met another magic swordsman who was stronger than Snake Eyes, and Brian would naturally not let this opportunity pass.

A high-quality soul spar is even more valuable in the main world than "purple" magic equipment, and it is also a must for making high-level constructs.

This is also one of the reasons why he took the risk to fight him here.

Hearing this, the little devil no longer hesitated, and quickly floated above Serhe's body.

Brian tried his best to adjust his breathing, stood holding the sword, and looked around vigilantly.

In the fierce battle just now, although Serhe's wide-ranging death screams almost wiped out everyone around him.

But when he killed the opponent, the loud noise and dazzling flames from the three-ring spell "Fireball" were as eye-catching as a candle that was instantly ignited in the dark, attracting the attention of many people. Don't be extra careful.

After all, even he himself didn't know the specific reason, but he was targeted by the high-level officials of Abrera City, and he even didn't hesitate to hire a magic swordsman killer like Red Wolf.

While concentrating on observing the strangely quiet alleyway under the night, he looked at the ceremony that the little devil was preparing from time to time from the corner of his eye.

He saw that his Demon Pet had planted four palm-sized black pointed steles around Serhe's scorched body, engraved with a profound emblem of purgatory, and the mysterious knowledge he had mastered couldn't make out the general meaning for a while.

I saw the little devil muttering an obscure incantation, slowly drifting towards the center of the four steles.

In an instant, the emblem pattern on the stone ring began to glow, and the scarlet light seemed to have life, surging in it.

At the same time, as a burst of crackling sounded, like substantial black energy overflowed from the tip of the stele, a dark gray soul floated from Serhe's scorched body at the same time.

The moment this translucent soul appeared, it was tightly entangled by tentacles transformed into black energy.

Serhe's soul immediately began to resist, struggling frantically, and screaming silently.

However, under the control of the little devil, everything he did seemed a bit futile, no matter how he struggled and twisted, it was still difficult for him to escape from the shackles of the black energy tentacles.

Soul Summoning Array?No, it should be the soul-binding array.

Brian glanced thoughtfully at the dark and evil stone circle, and couldn't help becoming a little interested in this little trick of the devil.

In any material world, there has always been such a rumor deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The devils lurking in the dark depths are ready to move, trying again and again to come to the prosperous material world, completely destroy everything here, and turn the beautiful material world into a bright red, dark and terrifying world like their Bator Hell.

They lurk in darkness, death, and shadows, and they lure foolish mortals with their sweet words at all times.

Trying to use the hands of mortals to descend into this world and spread destruction and despair.

The soul-calling ritual circle is the product of the devil's idea.

Their original purpose was to tear apart the space barrier between the nine layers of hell and the material world by consuming soul power, creating a passage enough for devils to enter and exit, and then they could come to this world to destroy everything.

But the devils soon realized that this approach was very inappropriate, not to mention the soul energy consumed, and it might even cost their own lives.

In addition to the priests of the gods who will severely crack down on and prevent such behavior, even many wizards in the material world are more than happy to participate in it.

Those wizards who are good at death like to use this method to summon devils.

Then make an appointment in advance with a group of happy old wizards to 'surround' him. As for how the last summoned devil is handled, it all depends on the mood of the caster.

So the cunning devil quickly gave up this approach and thought of a plan that could achieve his goal without having to do it himself.

For they found that those mortals who lived on the surface seemed to be more passionate about destroying and disrupting the world than their professional counterparts.

Although they are far from enough in terms of skills, their enthusiasm and professional attitude are even worse than the devils in Bator Hell.

The devils changed their minds and began to choose to lure mortals to degenerate, teach them the methods of imprisoning the soul and tempering the soul, search for their souls as much as possible, and sacrifice them to them in exchange for powerful power.

In this way, they can easily obtain sweet souls without risking their lives.

And the magic circle in front of him is the soul-confining magic circle cast by the little devil.

As the former Duke of Hell, it is easy for him to imprison ordinary souls.

But souls like the Demon Swordsman who have been devastated by the curse of misfortune are different. It can be seen from the little devil's troublesome arrangement of the magic circle how high the value of his soul's quality is.

The whole ceremony went very smoothly without any mistakes.

Work in a while.

Brian noticed that the little devil's ritual had entered its final stage, and Selhe's struggling soul began to feel a little helpless. The once evil wolf seemed to have become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

At the same time, his restored hearing also picked up the rumble of horses' hoofs in the distance in the alley, and the sound of hurried footsteps on the roof.

The dense and continuous sound made him realize that the aftermath of the fireball explosion might have attracted the attention of many people.

Among these are the wicked mercenaries and the black horsemen of the Tarsians.

Just as he expected, he soon noticed a figure appearing on the roof, moving furtively in his direction.

Brian stood there pretending not to know, when the figure hidden in the night approached his spell attack range, he raised his hand without hesitation and released a "Frozen Ray".

Accompanied by an indistinct scream pierced the night.

From a distance, he saw a soldier holding a bow and crossbow, covered in frost, rolling down from the roof, and his stiff body was also smashed to pieces.

However, his fatal attack did not give him much buffer time.

Instead, like poking a hornet's nest, many soldiers who tried to approach quietly appeared one after another, and rushed over from all directions amidst a chaotic shout of killing.

——"Colorful spray!"

Seeing a group of about five cavalry on the opposite side of the alleyway galloping towards them at an extremely fast speed, Brian whispered, activated the spell on the platinum ring, and sprayed out a dazzling ray of light to cover it.

Immediately afterwards, there was the neighing of war horses in the dazzling light, the wailing of cavalrymen falling down echoed, and even an unlucky soldier was trampled to death on the spot by a horseshoe made of fine steel raised by a frightened war horse.

Brian stopped paying attention because he had noticed that the little devil was collecting the gray souls that gave up resistance.

He knew that the whole ceremony was coming to an end, and at the same time, it could be seen from the dignified facial expression of the magic pet that the ceremony had reached the most critical step, and it must not be disturbed by external forces at this time.

Sensing the sound of piercing the sky in the night, Brian immediately cast a protective barrier for his magic pet against long-range attacks, and then stared coldly at the approaching group of arrows while flicking the sword in his right hand. mercenary.

The group of mercenaries who were about to approach were suddenly frightened by his cold expression and stopped in their tracks.

When they reacted, mustered up their courage again, and were about to attack, Bryan had already taken this opportunity, quickly chanted a spell, and spewed out a surging cone-shaped flame at the mercenary's fingertips without warning.

The mercenaries caught off guard were instantly engulfed by the scorching fire.

"nailed it."

The little devil waved his hand, and he took away all the black obelisks on the ground, and signaled that he could leave.

Then, his body showed a sluggish look, as if he was about to fall headlong at any moment.

Seeing this, Brian immediately sent the little devil to the familiar's space, then he held the sharp sword tightly, arched his back slightly, stared at the enemy not far away, and suddenly waved the weapon in his hand like a sharp arrow off the string, He rushed to the mercenaries blocking the way.

A stream of blood spattered, and the sharp blade in his hand was like a butterfly's wing piercing through a flower, bursting out a series of gorgeous sword lights in the light curtain of night.

In a moment, amidst the mournful howls erupting in the narrow alleyway, Brian left behind five or six lifeless corpses, and successfully rushed out of the enemy's encirclement.

At this time, the cavalry recovered from the "Colorful Jet" blocked his way.

He took a deep breath, raised his sword, and jumped.

This jump made the cavalry's horse even higher, and the long sword in his hand slashed out like lightning.

A soldier riding on a war horse was suddenly decapitated, and his body fell heavily to the muddy ground.

Brian landed safely on the horse's back. He, who owns the animal domain, just stroked the horse's mane, and immediately settled down.

He held the reins with his left hand, and the long sword in his right hand danced out a deadly steel shadow. In a series of sonorous collisions, the surrounding cavalry were knocked off their horses.

Then his feet clamped down on the horse's belly, and the horse neighed loudly and galloped towards the east gate of Abrera City. The surviving enemies behind him gave up chasing after looking at each other.

Work in a while.

The war horse carried him successfully out of this narrow alleyway on the bumpy road.

Brian on horseback was about to breathe a sigh of relief, planning to slow down his horse and search for a shortcut to the east gate.

Suddenly, a dazzling fireball fell from the sky.

Smelling the familiar scent, his expression changed drastically, but it was too late.

The frightened war horse neighed, raised its front hooves suddenly, and stood up.

The teleportation spell activated by Brian was not only interrupted, but also thrown into the hard street by the frightened mount.

at the same time.

A loud noise as if the earth was trembling exploded not far away from him, and the rocks flew, almost burying his body that fell to the ground.

A flying stone whizzed and hit his forehead fiercely, blood gurgling down his pale cheeks.

The war horse that was thrown away by the fireball fell to the ground with a 'bang', panting weakly.

Brian brushed away the blood-stained hair and shook off the dirt from his body. He coughed violently and struggled to get up from the ground. The severe pain in his back made him grit his teeth.

In a burst of fireballs, the streets burned like roaring walls of fire.

In the light of the fire, he found a figure standing against the flames. It was a burly half-orc taller than the burning roof by a head.

Seeing the opponent's red skin, the tangled muscles of the upper body, and the bloodshot eyes, he immediately judged that the opponent had definitely activated the barbarian's violent skills.

Then, the identity of this person is obvious, he must be the head of the violent mercenary group.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the giant ax the size of a door panel raised high in the hands of the mercenary captain.

I saw an invisible and turbulent momentum erupting from his burly body, and then he shouted loudly, and the giant ax suddenly smashed to the ground with an unrivaled momentum.

The barbarian's ground slash!
Seeing this blow, Brian's eyes twitched.

But at this moment, he had no way out. On the contrary, there was a wizard who released the fireball technique secretly targeting him.

"boom!"

The moment the giant ax the size of a door panel touched the ground, there was a violent roar accompanied by flying dust, and the smoke instantly filled the air.

A wave of turbulent waves suddenly rose on the ground. The originally hard street was now like a quagmire. Under the ax of the Orc mercenary captain, ripples immediately appeared.

Naturally, Brian wouldn't be so stupid as to forcefully take the opponent's blow.

At this moment, he had activated the teleportation spell of the mithril chain armor in advance at the moment when the opponent released his skills, leaving a cloud-like halo in place and disappearing.

The moment he appeared, his keen sense of spells allowed him to immediately notice the shadow energy surging around him, and he successfully identified it as the wizard's three-ring transformation spell "Malicious Tentacle".

——"Arcane counter!"

He resisted the pain in his body, and made two quick gestures with his free left hand.

As a light blue magic net emerged in his palm, the two tentacles protruding from the ground collapsed in the air and disappeared on the spot as soon as they touched the light blue magic net.

Unexpected surprise came from the darkness of the night, but Brian ignored it, because he already felt the barbarian roaring and charging offensive.

He dropped the sharp sword in his hand, raised his hands abruptly, crossed his wrists, palms facing outwards, and a defensive force field suddenly appeared, able to block the ferocious blow of the mercenary captain.

However, at this moment, Brian made a slight mistake in his judgment.

The giant ax of the mercenary captain actually broke through his force field, and slashed fiercely on his chest with the bitter wind.

Brian only felt a sharp tearing pain in his chest and the blood gushing out of his mouth, and he was thrown flying by the remaining force of the ax blade, and fell to the ground in an arc.

Fortunately, his chain armor was not cut through, otherwise, he would have been killed on the spot.

Even so, his chest has completely collapsed, and according to rough estimates, at least five or six ribs have been broken.

Seeing that his attack was successful but not fatal, the orc leader's bloodshot eyes were filled with surprise, then he roared angrily, raised his giant axe, and rushed towards Brian again like a thunderbolt.

Brian, who was seriously injured, understood that at this moment, he must not forcibly activate the teleportation spell, which would only make him die faster.

Looking at the mercenary rushing towards him, he endured the pain, quickly took out a spell scroll, and bit off the tie tied to the scroll with his teeth.

——"Second Ring Spell: Explosive Flame!"

The moment the half-orc mercenary was only five meters away from Brian, scorching flames erupted from his body without warning, engulfing him in an instant.

Feeling the scorching heat, the mercenary captain exclaimed, quickly dropped the weapon in his hand, distanced himself from Brian, and began to roll wildly on the ground, trying to extinguish the burning flames.

——"Spell-like ability: Avandor Star!"

Immediately afterwards, Brian activated his newly acquired spell without any hesitation, and five shimmering stars quickly surrounded him, protecting him.

At the same time, four huge skulls floated in the air.

The ghostly skull flashed rose-colored light, its mouth opened and closed, knocking its teeth, and rushed over.

With a thought, Brian shot out the four shimmering stars surrounding his body, hitting the four skulls one after another, bursting out with dazzling flashes.

The floating skull instantly shattered like glass and disappeared without a trace.

Brian, who found the wizard's location, looked cold, and immediately controlled the last star, pointing in the direction of the wizard.

The shimmering star was like a shooting star piercing the night, dragging a bright band of light, and hitting the wizard in the dark.

With the dazzling meteor blasting out a magical flame, Brian caught a muffled sound in an instant.

Unfortunately, there was no hint of the wizard's death.

At the same time, the wizard in the dark responded to him with a scorching fireball.

Brian unhurriedly sacrificed his Ion Stone, and in the surging purple magic barrier, the violent fireball was completely swallowed up.

There was a brief silence in the darkness, which made Brian realize that this cunning wizard might not be able to take him down, and had already fled.

Although it was a bit of a pity that he couldn't take revenge, he didn't care.

Because he had guessed the true identity of the wizard a long time ago, he would definitely repay the revenge tonight twice as much.

Just when he was about to struggle to get up, the orc leader who put out the flames, with the support of his men, came over menacingly with a large group of mercenaries.

He found that the mercenary captain was baptized by the "Pyroexplosion Technique", and his whole body was covered with burn marks. Except for the scarlet eyes with pure hatred, his whole body was as black as if he had come out of the bottom of the pot.

"kill him!"

The head of the half-orc, who was extremely weak, roared angrily with all his strength.

Immediately, the mercenaries composed of orcs, half-orcs, even jackals and ogres all rushed towards the seriously injured Brian.

——"Three-ring spell: Fireball!"

Brian was already prepared, a bright fireball was swaying in his palm, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Under his control, the fireball roared and fell into the crowd, erupting into a sea of ​​flames and engulfing most people.

The choking smoke and the smell of burning corpses quickly spread in the air, stimulating everyone's senses.

The surviving mercenaries looked at Bryan, whose face was covered in blood and was leaning on his sword, with terrified eyes, as if they saw a demon from the abyss, and hesitated to move forward.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several mercenaries with bows and arrows shot sharp arrows at him.

However, when it came into contact with a range of one meter away from Brian, it was all blocked by an invisible light curtain and fell to the ground.

Brian sucked in air from time to time due to the pain in his chest, and cold sweat and blood slid down his pale face from time to time.

Even though he was in such a mess, none of the mercenaries not far away dared to approach him.

Brian knew that going on like this would not be good for him at all.

Because his arcane energy was almost consumed, the heart-piercing pain in his chest not only made it difficult for him to breathe, but also kept impacting his brain, as if he would pass out at any time.

In other words, at this time, he was supported entirely by his breath.

Therefore, he must find a way to get rid of the entanglement of the mercenaries.

After all, as time goes by, the enemy's reinforcements will only gather more and more, dragging him to death.

Thinking of this, he took out a magic scroll, ready to put his thoughts into action.

At this moment, in a trance, an ethereal voice came into his ears, making him look startled.

Because this quiet and deep sound reminded him of the rolling sound of the River Styx under the Nine Prisons, he felt how similar the two were.

The mercenaries in the distance seemed to have noticed the sound and looked around nervously.

"Hell poet? How did he appear here..."

A weak little devil appeared in front of him. He seemed to have sensed something. Looking at the dark night, he muttered to himself in shock.

"Hell poet?" Brian looked in the direction of his familiar in disbelief.

In the low night, he saw on the bell tower not far away, a poet wearing a lilac silk jacket with lamb legs and horns holding a harp and singing softly.

"I"

Seeing the familiar figure, Brian felt an urge to curse, but the pain in his chest made him gasp, and he didn't blurt out the swear words.

(End of this chapter)