Casting spells

boom!

Accompanied by violent explosions and heat waves!

Hundreds of poor people who didn't even figure out what happened turned into black and charred corpses without even screaming.

Of course, to a certain extent, they were also lucky, at least not like those half-breathed companions who fell to the ground and rolled and wailed desperately, trying to extinguish the magical flames emitting amazing heat from their bodies.

Only a very small number of guys who are very sensitive to danger, such as the tyrant's most loyal dog-leg No. [-], Baron Kellanster, turned over and dismounted at the moment the flame storm formed, and used his mount to block the burning of the flames, and then took the opportunity Run away far away, and escaped unharmed by luck.

But even so, this spell still shocked and puzzled many onlookers around.

They couldn't understand why the queen had to arrange such a clumsy assassination plan with the help of such a powerful spell caster?

Could it be that there are some hidden secrets in it?

But these guys didn't know at all that the young queen was actually shocked in her heart at this moment.

After all, Isolt has almost never shown his true strength in front of outsiders. Most of the time, he solves problems with his rich experience and wisdom in the form of a staff member and consultant.

As an old-school spellcaster, he has always believed that magic should be used as a last resort, rather than unscrupulously venting like young people, forcing everyone to be afraid of themselves.

In addition to exposing weaknesses in that way, it can't really act as a deterrent at all.

Magic should be mysterious!

Only by maintaining a sense of mystery can we win the fear and awe of ordinary people!

If it is necessary to use it, it must give all witnesses the illusion that magic is invincible.

To put it simply, it is to use the advantage of information asymmetry to give psychological hints to those who do not understand magic, forcing their self-protection mechanism to activate. The first thing they think of when they see magic is to run away instead of rushing to kill dangerous people. caster.

Unfortunately, this little trick was obviously of no use to Kerwin.

I saw him glance at the miserable situation of his subordinates with extremely indifferent eyes, deliberately pretending to be indifferent and ironic: "This is your ability? Raise your feet and trample to death a group of ants who don't even have the ability to resist? Although I don't know much about it. Know what you're trying to say, but that alone doesn't scare me."

"Scare you? No, no, no, please don't get me wrong, dear old friend. I killed them because they were in the way. I don't want to be distracted while I'm dealing with you later."

Smelling the burnt smell in the air, Isolt seemed to have done a trivial thing instead of killing hundreds of living creatures of the same kind.

Because anyone who stands at a certain height and holds this huge power and power in their hands will never take those so-called "life above all else" slogans seriously.

In fact, in their eyes, the people at the bottom are just a series of cold numbers, a renewable resource and consumable.

This will never change, no matter what era it is.

"Then what now? Why don't you do it now?" Kerwin tried to make the old man lose his mind through verbal provocation.

He knows better than anyone else that Isolt is the kind of spellcaster who likes to be cautious and avoid risks. If he is not sure enough, he will not take the initiative to attack. Instead, he will see the opponent's reaction first and play it by ear.

Although it sounds like a disadvantage to strike late, it means that there are almost no mistakes.

And a spellcaster who can't make mistakes is often the scariest.

"No! He doesn't need to do it! You are mine!"

Just when Isolt was about to speak to respond, a female voice suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, as if suddenly turning from day to night.

next second...

The goddess in black tulle descended from the sky, appearing in the sight of everyone present with endless majesty.

"Who... are you?" Kerwin narrowed his eyes and tentatively asked.

Because the image and temperament were so different from those of ordinary people, he didn't recognize this dangerous enemy with whom he had such a deep hatred.

"Hmph! Why, you just destroyed the church I founded, did you forget it so quickly?"

The Goddess of Darkness walked through the crowd with graceful steps. Wherever she passed, many people couldn't help kneeling down with a plop, their bodies twitching slightly.

"It's you! How come you are still alive?" Kerwin opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Yes! That's the expression! It's great! I feel unparalleled satisfaction! Blasphemer, you have to pay for your actions today, a price more terrible than death."

While talking, Musha used her supernatural power to tear and drag the tyrant's soul.

In just a few seconds, Kerwin felt a heart-piercing pain. At the same time, his body seemed to be out of control, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he struggled.

"Damn! What did you do to me?" He roared with a hideous expression.

"Idiot! Take a good look at her eyes! She is no longer a mortal, but an out-and-out goddess of darkness." Isolt finally couldn't help but reminded.

"What? Goddess!"

Kerwin raised his head subconsciously, only to see a pair of eyes that could not be described in words.

dark!

Endless darkness!

Not an iota of light!

But it was from such a pair of eyes that he actually saw his ugly face of struggling and despairing.

Undoubtedly, Musha was keenly aware of the momentary collapse of the psychological defense line, opened her mouth slightly, and read out a word that made everyone's hearts beat violently.

"God Punishment!"

boom!

Kerwin's magically strengthened body was torn apart by an invisible force on the spot, unable to sustain it for even a second.

At the same time, his soul was constantly changing shape under the pressure of terror, but only the extremely painful expression on his face was completely preserved.

No mercy!

There is no forgiveness!

Some are just torture that never stops!

Just as it literally means, divine punishment is a special technique used by gods to punish those mortals who offend themselves, an extremely cruel punishment.

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"This is... God's punishment..."

The young queen stared wide-eyed, watching Kerwin's increasingly distorted and ferocious face, and could even clearly observe the silent screams and pleadings.

She couldn't believe it at all, a tyrant who once made herself helpless and could only constantly compromise and give in was now as vulnerable as a newborn baby, with no power to resist.