I have a Synthesizer

"Boom!"

Klein was lost in thought when a sudden, violent explosion, along with the shockwave, sent him flying.

The back of his head slammed heavily against the wall, first with a sharp pain, then numbness.

His physical condition was already weak, and his vision began to darken, as if he were about to faint at any moment.

The pain and dizziness made it impossible for Klein to concentrate.

But a strong sense of crisis forced him to bite his lip, helping him to quickly regain consciousness.

He touched the back of his head, feeling a wetness. His eyes were still blurry, and he could barely see.

But Klein knew that the wetness was definitely not water; he was injured.

"What's the situation?"

Ignoring the injury to the back of his head for the moment, Klein勉强扭头看向爆炸处, which came from the direction of the East District Public Office in Hammerfall.

At this moment, the Public Office building was engulfed in flames, and several people wearing red cloaks stood around the fire, chanting something.

After a series of whispers, the group suddenly shouted in unison.

"Let the flames purify everything."

At the red-clad people's cry, the flames roared, becoming even wilder.

炽热的火球好像拥有灵性一样四散奔走, igniting houses, and the fire began to spread to the surrounding buildings.

Black smoke blotted out the sky, and the high temperature and pungent odor assaulted him, making him even more uncomfortable.

A group of Public Office employees had already begun to run out of the office building, and the surrounding people were screaming and fleeing in all directions.

"Red clothes, setting fires."

Klein thought of the Empire's attacks on the Fireblade Cult in the newspapers. The Fireblade Cult's clothing was very similar to what these people were wearing.

"What is this, a terrorist attack?"

Klein gradually woke up from his stupor, muttering in disbelief.

Although illuminated by the fire, his heart was as cold as ice. This was only the fourth day since he had arrived in this world, and danger had come so suddenly, without any warning.

The leader of the red-clad people pointed at the fleeing people and roared.

"No matter how much you oppress us, the flames will never be extinguished! Kill them all!"

The leader of the red-clad people waved his hand, and a group of Fireblade Cultists, armed with scimitars, charged towards the surrounding civilians.

However,泰尔瑞拉 was not a peaceful country. Elementary education also taught students a great deal of military knowledge, and the people were very martial.

Although these people were fleeing, they were not the kind of稻草 that could only be harvested when faced with danger.

Some people, seeing that they could not escape, had already begun to fight back against the Fireblade Cultists with objects from their surroundings.

However, the Fireblade Cultists were much stronger than ordinary civilians, and the difference in strength and weapons made this resistance seem very weak.

"Help!"

A middle-aged, fat woman, wobbling, ran towards Klein's direction. Klein could clearly see the fear and despair in her eyes.

"Puchi!"

The sharp scimitar slashed across the middle-aged woman's neck, and a large amount of blood splattered on Klein's face in front of her.

Klein was stunned.

Although Klein knew that this world was not peaceful and had made many mental preparations, when danger truly came, he realized that his previous mental preparations were so pale and weak.

His physical condition was so poor that he couldn't even run away. Now, his legs were still involuntarily weak.

The scimitar was withdrawn, and the Fireblade Cultist's crazed gaze shifted to Klein.

Facing the impending death, Klein's heart beat rapidly, and adrenaline gradually woke him up and calmed him down.

Wiping away the blood on his eyes that blurred his vision, Klein's eyes turned cold. He wanted to live, nothing else.

When he held the pendant, the method of using Hellfire Ball术 appeared in his mind, clear and distinct, as if he had practiced it for many years.

The Fireblade Cultist in front of him was already waving his scimitar and charging towards him. Klein also knew that he had no extra time.

"I don't want to die!" Klein gritted his teeth.

Green flames burned in his palm, and a green fireball, a little bigger than a fist, formed in his hand and shot towards the Fireblade Cultist who was charging towards him.

The Fireblade Cultist was also stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the lamb to be slaughtered in front of him would suddenly fight back, and that the power of the counterattack would be so great.

"Boom!"

Before the Fireblade Cultist could escape, the邪能 of Hellfire had engulfed him.

The high temperature instantly burned his clothes, and the 邪能 began to invade the Fireblade Cultist's body. The hellish energy completely decayed the Fireblade Cultist.

Until the green flames dissipated, the Fireblade Cultist had become a skeleton with a large hole in his chest.

The entire skeleton exuded a decaying aura, fell to the ground, and shattered into powder.

Klein's fingers, gripping the pendant, trembled slightly. He had finally killed someone.

Although his muscles were very stiff, the effects of adrenaline and self-suggestion actually calmed Klein down quickly.

He slowly stood up, his fingers tightly gripping the pendant. The remaining magic power should only be enough for one more Hellfire Ball术.

If he was still in a dangerous situation, then he would tear off the pendant and summon a demon imp.

Klein's counter-kill was quickly discovered by the leader of the Fireblade Cult. He turned around and looked at Klein, his face covered with red tattoos and greasepaint, making it impossible to see his expression.

"邪能? Are you a warlock?"

The leader of the Fireblade Cult said with a somewhat grave expression.

Klein also looked at him, but did not speak. He didn't want to expose the fact that he was just a weakling.

When their eyes met, Klein felt a indifference to life in the other's eyes. He thought to himself.

"This guy must have killed a lot of people."

The second Hellfire Ball术 was already gathering in his right hand. It was better to strike first than to be struck later. Whether he could succeed or not, he would no longer sit still and wait for death.

Klein's total magic power was still far from that of a formal professional.

But as long as he held the demon pendant, then the Hellfire Ball术 he used was a true first-order spell.

The second Hellfire Ball术 spurted out. Seeing the Hellfire Ball术 flying towards him, the leader of the Fireblade Cult stretched out his hands, ready to go.

A normal fireball术, normal in color, appeared in the hands of the leader of the Fireblade Cult,迎向克莱因发出的地狱火球术.

The leader of the Fireblade Cult was a formal professional, and the fireball术 he emitted was a full circle larger than Klein's.

Even so, his expression did not relax in the slightest, but instead stared intently at Klein's fireball.

"Boom!"

邪能 and flames collided, and the flames of the leader of the Fireblade Cult seemed to be more intense.

But the 邪能 destructive power of the Hellfire Ball术 was stronger than that of an ordinary fireball. In this collision of spells, the two people's fireball术 actually fought to a standstill.

"The power is so great!" Klein said with a slight sigh.

"If you add the support of summons, the physical strengthening of bloodline synthesis, and the combat intensity of the warlock profession, it's simply outrageous."

"No wonder warlocks are called the top combat magic profession. I wonder what the strength of knights, who are also the top combat profession, is."

But he didn't have time to think about it. Now he was out of ammunition and food.

Without magic power, his physical fitness was that of a salted fish. If the demon imp could not deal with these people, he was probably finished.

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PS:

This book does not have any DND rules. If there are professional rules, then they are ELONA's rules

There is bloodline, there is talent, there is ability, there is magic, there is martial arts

ELONA's rule is that in the early stage, mages are warriors, and warriors are still warriors.

In the middle stage, mages are mages, and warriors are warriors.

In the later stage, mages are mages, and warriors are also mages.

Mages won't wield broadswords, what a snake skin!

Give yourself a gale, give yourself an encouragement, give yourself an elemental scar, give yourself a nightmare, and chop it up.

The rules are probably like this, but this book will not be written like this.