Marvel's God of Trillion Cards

Chapter 142 144. Forbidden Magic
boom!
Catapult Formation of the Nilfgaardian Army, Second Formation.

The first team is an ordinary catapult, throwing incendiary stone bombs, and the second team is a team of taboo warlocks, with only one catapult, throwing big fireballs of forbidden magic.

Although there are fifty or sixty warlocks here, one catapult is enough.

Because Warlocks are completely forced.

Surrounding the warlocks, there were all bowmen pointing at them, and if there was any possible action, they would be immediately served by thousands of arrows piercing their hearts.

Moreover, warlocks all wear shackles, which are made of an anti-magic metal called anti-magic gold, which can hinder the flow of magic, and they cannot cast spells.

These warlocks, lined up in a long line, stepped forward one by one, stood behind the catapult, were removed from the magic gold shackles, and then cast forbidden magic to generate a huge fireball. A genuine warlock, guide it over, pour it on the stone bullet of the catapult, and then throw it out.

And the warlock turned into a scorched black corpse, was forked away by a soldier, and replaced by another warlock.

Forbidden magic is at the cost of life. These warlocks were forcibly arrested when they discovered their magical potential, tortured and beaten, forced to learn forbidden magic, force-fed with various forbidden drugs, and spent their vitality to improve their spiritual power. All of a sudden, they were no longer alone, they were just consumables, life was worse than death.

The warlock who studies this taboo magic divides it into two steps, the most costly summoning step, as soon as the spell is cast in this step, the magic path will be fixed, and it cannot be controlled by itself, so it can only be drawn continuously. Spiritual power and vitality, until The magic is done.

Then the second part, modified to guide and release with almost no cost, will be handed over to the real Warlock to complete.

This process is the saddest part of these consumable warlocks. They can only summon the fireball, and they can't control it at all. They can't even make the fireball explode directly if they fail to cast the spell, and they have no chance to resist.

Another warlock, a trembling girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, was stabbed in the back by a soldier with a spear point. She staggered two steps forward in horror and bewilderment, and then felt her hands loosen. The magic shackles were removed, and the flow of magic was felt again.

However, this did not bring her any sense of security. She was still terrified, her mind went blank, she couldn't think, and she was at a loss.

She is just a farmer's daughter. For some reason, she discovered magic, and was found and taken away by magicians. She thought her life would change.

But how do you know that you only guessed the beginning, but not the ending.

"Hurry up, cast a spell!" The spear point behind her pricked her again, and the ferocious soldier, seeing her in a daze, urged loudly.

"I...I..." Although practicing magic before was a dark torture, she really didn't want to turn into a pile of coke.

"Hurry up, or the next one!"

ah?Is it possible not to cast spells?The girl trembled subconsciously.

"Girl, I advise you to cast a spell."

At this time, a high-ranking female voice came. The girl turned her head subconsciously, and she recognized the speaker. Frankie, the sorceress, was said to be the niece of a royal advisor, and she was also a genuine sorcerer.

"Have you forgotten what happened to the trash that is useless to the empire? I advise you that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." Frankie, the sorceress of the mud brother, reminded lightly, and also signaled the soldiers to give the girl some time.

Yes, it's not like I haven't seen the fate of those who disobeyed orders, or in other words, I see it almost every day, and I am reminded all the time, what kind of inhumane and inhuman torture will be suffered when resisting the empire.

The girl smiled miserably, but when she saw the "compassionate" eyes of the sorceress, Brother Ni, her heart ached. Why, fate would be so unfair. To die is a charity of mercy.

Forget it, let's get rid of it...

boom!
But suddenly, the girl was startled by the sudden explosion, covered her ears, and felt dizzy and tinnitus violently.

But the girl was frightened beyond the limit, and was no longer afraid. She was still thinking, did fate finally hear the angry cry in her heart, and made the fireball she summoned explode?

But it doesn't hurt at all?
"Cough, cough, cough!"

The girl suddenly felt choked by something, coughed violently, and suddenly felt weak for a while, it was a familiar feeling, the feeling of being blocked by magic shackles!

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Not only her, Frankie not far away from her, and the other two warlocks beside her also coughed violently, and they didn't have the feeling that she had been accustomed to wearing shackles for a long time, and fell to their knees directly!
Boom boom boom!
There were three more violent explosions, and only then did the girl see that a thin figure suddenly appeared, throwing out three iron bumps with sparks, which suddenly exploded in the air, blasting out pieces of black dust, which floated down , fell on the heads of slave warlocks like her, but no one responded.

How could this person throw a bomb into the sky?The girl felt strange for a while.

"Cough, cough, cough! It's Arcane gold dust, hurry up! Soldiers! Protect us!" Frankie screamed in horror, and the girl realized that everyone was wearing Arcane shackles, so of course she didn't respond.

"There is an assassin! Crossbowman, kill him!"

Looking at the tall and thin figure that suddenly appeared, the girl couldn't help admiring. This is Soden's dead man, right?Really brave, but unfortunately, he failed to kill Frankie directly.

puff puff!

The girl heard two strange voices around her again, she turned her head subconsciously, and then found that a terrifying two-headed dog with eyes all over its body, one bite at a time, had its heads bitten off by Frankie and another warlock!

Boom!

There were two more strange noises, and the heads of the last genuine warlock and the noble knight holding her pointed hair exploded into a cloud of red and white blood.

Is this man a summoner?How could he not be affected by the magic gold?

Seeing that the assassin summoned a tall purple skin elf holding a pair of green gleaming knives, wearing a strange and gorgeous metal armor with the "N7" mark on it, a knight holding a strange metal crossbow, wearing a red windbreaker, and a top hat The strange man, and a magic dog, then faced the rain of bows and arrows, and then set off a bloody storm by himself, the girl was dazzled for a while.

boom!
I saw that this assassin was like a ghost, the naked eye couldn't keep up with his speed, his figure seemed to turn into a black lightning bolt, passing through each soldier, leaving phantom shadows behind, bringing up a cloud of blood mist !
Horror!
The girl just stared blankly at the mysterious assassin, like a god of death, leading his servants to harvest the lives of soldiers, and then was called back to God by the voice of the god of death.

"What are you doing standing there, run away!"

(End of this chapter)