I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Avis cursed loudly, but his hands didn't stop moving, signaling everyone to immediately attack the cracked Combtooth Legionnaires below.

After the Combtooth Legionnaires' bodies cracked, they were noticeably more vulnerable, and many spells actually worked.

Avis used arcane magic, just ordinary missiles, but the effect was extremely outstanding. Those cracked Combtooth Legionnaires still had terrifying magic resistance, but on average, two missiles could shatter one of them.

The other court wizards were mostly middle and low-level apprentices. Although they weren't as strong as Avis, rendering magic completely useless, they were very good at being crafty, using the knights' javelins and the large crossbow bolts from the ballista.

Although the ballista was damaged, these apprentices acted as the ballista, two or three people working together to launch one, which could severely injure a Combtooth Legionnaire.

Arrows and crossbow bolts also rained down from the castle, although the effect was minimal, the momentum was like a rainbow. Some Combtooth Legionnaires with cracks on their bodies would slowly shatter if too many arrows accumulated on them.

Avis originally thought that the Serpent Tower wizard would take advantage of the chaos to bring the banshee back. But the banshee was still flying in the sky!

After the Combtooth Legionnaires on the ground recovered, they fired a large number of spells at the banshee in the sky. Although the types were very limited, any banshee would be overwhelmed if hit by these hundred or so spells!

Among these spells, there were even two level 3 spells, which seemed to be fired by two very skilled high-level apprentices.

They were insidiously hidden among the many spells.

The banshee dodged twice in the sky, but was hit by one of the spells. Subsequently, her figure became more and more sluggish, like a target being hit by magic from all directions.

But strangely, the banshee didn't dissipate. On closer inspection, the banshee seemed to be stiff, as if her movements were inherently slow. Looking again, she looked abnormal, as if she was wrapped in a layer of blood-colored skin.

At this moment, a lightning-fire light blade flashed across the ground. The light shadow pierced through the back of the Combtooth Legionnaires' wizard leader at a very good angle, and then hit a high-level apprentice hidden in the crowd not far away.

With two crackling sounds, the leader who was hit first shattered everywhere like burnt glass. The second person was also severely injured, his body cracked like a spider web, and a large piece of his back was shattered.

Avis's face in the castle was very interesting, and he hurriedly led many of his subordinates to concentrate their firepower and attack the last leader of the Combtooth Legionnaires.

The banshee in the sky also suddenly shed a layer of skin, and then flew around, swooping, screaming, and releasing curses.

She was ghost-like, elusive, where was the sluggish look she had just had?

Many Combtooth Legionnaires had just seen her in their peripheral vision the moment before, and the next second they found her lying on their backs.

At the same time, various spells began to fly out from the crawling evil spirits on the ground. It seemed that seven very capable 'middle-level apprentices' were hidden in the evil spirit group.

The scene was immediately chaotic. Although the remaining dozens of Combtooth Legionnaires still had the advantage in numbers, they no longer had the arrogance they had before, nor were they so indifferent. They protected the last seriously injured leader while counterattacking in a panic.

Only then did the people in the castle realize that the Combtooth Legionnaires could not only be killed, but also had emotions of fear. Their morale was greatly boosted.

For a time, spells and arrows flew all over the sky. The Combtooth Legionnaires lacked organization in the first place. Although they relied on a fierce momentum to counterattack, a large number of spells bombarded the castle. The castle already had cover, making it difficult to hit people. When they finally hit someone, it was just a miscellaneous soldier.

Occasionally, someone found the target hidden in the evil spirits, but their magic resistance was also outrageously high. Level 0 and Level 1 spells were completely ineffective.

These Combtooth Legionnaires had always acted recklessly because of their special physique and ability to use magic. But they hadn't been exposed to magic for many days, and they didn't have much magic power to practice every day. Most of the spells in their hands were level 0 and 1. It was easy to deal with mortals, but it seemed very weak when dealing with truly tricky things.

On the other hand, the good spirits had soul tears to enjoy every three to five days. Not only was their magic power powerful, but they also squandered it at will. The spells in their hands were all level 2 and 3. Although they couldn't compare to Lord Avis, they were also very terrifying. Those shattered Combtooth Legionnaires would immediately fall if they were hit by two moves.

Although the Combtooth Legionnaires had strong bodies, they were all self-taught amateurs. When facing real professional wizards, they didn't even know how to deal with them. They were completely relying on the advantage of their bodies to fight.

But that hidden Black Abyss wizard would occasionally throw out patches of death mist. The death mist was mixed with many weakening curses, and they floated around randomly. Once they were stuck to them, they would be as fragile as paper. A few crossbow bolts could shatter them.

At this moment, the Combtooth Legionnaires didn't even have the advantage of their bodies.

They were like tigers in a flock of sheep when dealing with wild wizards and ordinary knights. But when they encountered real black wizards, they were all dumbfounded after being hit once.

The seriously injured leader realized that the situation was not right. He knew that today's matter would not be successful, so he secretly ordered everyone to focus their fire on those evil spirits, trying to break out a path.

Their bodies were extremely strong, and the crawling evil spirits couldn't stop them at all. But at this time, a strong wind suddenly rose, and sand and dust filled the sky, gathering a huge wind elemental.

The wind elemental, wearing a crown, rushed into the crowd and blew away a large group of people, and many vines and strange snakes appeared on the ground, cooperating with the numerous undead to scatter the team.

The seriously injured leader's hatred rose greatly, but he was still afraid of the lightning-fire blade. The hidden Black Abyss wizard had been hiding in the undead crowd without making a move, and he was also hiding in the crowd, not daring to expose himself.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone pulling him. Looking back, seven or eight bone hands stretched out from his shadow and the shadows of several people around him. One person next to him was a little slow to react and was immediately pulled into the shadows by a pair of bone hands.

The leader didn't dare to be careless. He immediately shattered the bone hands and wanted to drill into another crowd to prevent the lightning-fire light from attacking again.

— "So, you're here!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, a sound of breaking through the air came, it seemed to be a dagger with lightning.

In a flash of lightning, the leader waved his hand, and a rainbow of light flew out, knocking the dagger to the ground.

At this moment, the leader suddenly felt the sound of breaking through the air on the other side. Turning his head, he saw a burning square hammer flying towards him. With a bang, the leader was torn to pieces.

When the many Combtooth Legionnaires saw that their leader was dead, they were immediately in chaos. Looking again, five or six strange objects flew in from the sky one after another. It seemed that five or six more Black Abyss wizards had come to reinforce them.

This group of people was, after all, bandits. Originally, they thought that they were immortal, so they were not afraid of anything. Now that they found themselves as fragile as ordinary people, they became even more timid.

Now that their backbone was all dead, they immediately became a mess.

A rustling sound of opening doors came from the castle gate, followed by the rumbling sound of horseshoes coming from behind.

The sound of iron hooves shattered the last fighting will of the Combtooth Legionnaires.

In the beginning, the Combtooth Legionnaires at the very back wanted to use their bodies to resist as before. But at this time, they were basically stained with death mist, so how could they be invulnerable to swords and guns as before?

When the cavalry rushed over fiercely, shattering a group of people like shattering brittle ice, the rest remembered the fear they had when they were ordinary bandits, crying and running around.

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Roland recalled his strange objects. After checking them, he found that the dagger that had been knocked down by the Combtooth wizard had actually crystallized.

Although this was just a middle-grade strange object, Roland felt sorry for it for a long time.

The magic power of this strange object was obviously greatly damaged. Even if the crystal was removed, it could only be sold as scrap.

He put the dagger in a box and drew a few spells on it to prevent it from being exposed to light.

Although this strange object could only be sold as scrap even if it was properly disposed of, it still had to be disposed of, otherwise the crystals on it would be contagious.

Roland was inspecting his various treasures on the battlefield in a carefree manner.

The Combtooth Legionnaires and cavalry nearby kept passing around him. But no matter who it was, they didn't dare to approach him. Occasionally, a Combtooth Legionnaire would rush to Roland and shout in horror, 'Evil Demon,' and then run away in a panic.

For a time, in this chaotic battlefield, there were only two people within ten meters of Roland.

One was Roland.

The other was the person lying on his back.

Although the Combtooth Legionnaires knew that behind that group of terrifying things, there must be an evil demon, they had never seen Roland's face—those who saw it were dead.

So, how could they know who Roland was?

But the thing lying on his back indicated his identity.

After checking his treasures, Roland looked into the distance and summoned back the ghost servants who were chasing the enemy.

When the good spirits came over, Roland didn't find the Red Spirit. So he raised his head in surprise and saw a pile of black-red hair stained with blood.

Roland checked his servants. The seven good spirits had been possessing corpses and hiding in the undead crowd, so nothing happened. But the Red Spirit seemed to have some strange crystals on its body.

It should have been caused by the Combtooth wizard's rainbow lock.

Those crystals were not solid, and looked a bit like 'ghost crystals'. You couldn't touch them with your hands, but you could poke them with a magic wand, which had magic power.

'The anti-Crystal Disease potion is for people. What am I going to do?'

Roland's expression was a little unsightly. After thinking for a while, he put Red Spirit into Heraka's Poetry Collection, intending to recite the poetry later to see if he could use Heraka's holy name to cure Red Bride's illness.

By the way, Roland also checked his body again. After reading it, his expression changed several times.

“I clearly drank the potion!”

“Could the effect have worn off?”

Looking again, the shadows in his body didn't seem to be normal crystals, but seven colors!

And they were slowly spreading.

He took out the last bottle of potion and drank it, but found the effect to be very weak.

Back then, when Amber was in that state, the effect was immediately apparent after being poured with the potion.

But now, after Roland drank it, he found that it only temporarily suppressed the growth of the crystals.

He was in no mood to stay in place any longer and looked towards a certain balcony on the castle.

Avis was on that balcony, assisting the cavalry in clearing out the Combtooth Army. So, he sent a telepathic message.

After listening, Avis seemed very surprised. He said to wait a moment and invited Roland to his alchemy tower.

Afterwards, Avis communicated with the king and left the balcony with the court wizards.

After a while, Roland saw Avis waving to him from a high tower in the castle. So, he took out a flint and turned into a flash of fire.

He first flew to the balcony, returned the queen to the Alfonso King who was eagerly awaiting her, and then, without waiting for the king's excited thanks, flew to Avis's tower.

Several hours later...

Looking at the Black Abyss wizard lying on the platform, receiving potion treatment from two female witches, Avis was secretly shocked.

He originally thought this person was a formal wizard, but it turned out he was also an advanced apprentice.

Moreover, he had been fighting for so long and still had magic power!

This person had many strange items and ruthless moves. The Combtooth Army's strong magic resistance was like paper in front of him, with one move each.

The terrifying shadow magic that could take effect on the Combtooth Army showed that this person was the type of wizard who studied black magic.

Moreover, Avis discovered that many of those moves came from the magic of the Twilight Wizards.

The number of Twilight Wizards who died at this person's hands was definitely more than one.

At this moment, the Black Abyss wizard suddenly reached out and slapped away a female witch's hand that was applying oil below his abdomen.

He said, “I didn’t call you here to give me a massage, treat my illness properly.”

Normally, Roland would have happily accepted this little bit of risque enjoyment. After all, these two witch ladies were quite good-looking. But his mood was very bad right now. How could he be in the mood to play this game with them?

The two female apprentices tried to flatter him, but ended up kicking the horse. They carefully continued their work.

After a while, the two witch ladies whispered, 'Master, it's done,' and then went to wash their hands and stood aside.

Roland got up and put on his clothes. He glanced at Avis and the others guarding beside him and said, “Is your potion effective?”

Avis hurriedly bowed and said, “Master, this formula is already three times more effective than ordinary formulas, and your herbs are all top-quality goods from the forbidden area. In theory, even if the disease is terminal, it can be cured, but…”

Roland's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, Avis changed the subject: “According to our analysis of the specimens, your condition is a bit special. I have never seen anyone with a rainbow growing in their body, but even if it can't be cured, it shouldn't worsen in the short term.”

Roland's mood became even worse. Today, he had a lot of contact with the Combtooth Army. Avis even fought the Combtooth Army leader three times!

But among the people in this hall, he was the only one who got hit hard!

Why me?

What does this mean? Am I good-looking? Or am I the true Holy Spirit of the Rainbow Goddess?!