Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the glass window and left a long trail of light on the floor of the training room. The three injured people were on the light-soaked floor, encircling each other and pointing their staffs directly in the middle. That person.

With his back to the light, the edges of Ernest Ramirez's body seemed to be plated with a circle of gold. There were no unnecessary embellishments on his long black hair scattered casually on his back. His college uniform jacket was simply draped over his shoulders, with his hands However, Li held a black staff with the most standardized movements - exactly the same as the one used for basic teaching provided by the academy in the actual combat class.

His eyes swept across the three people, and he was not surprised by their decision - although the final result will not change, cooperation under the premise of pitting the weak against the strong is always better than fighting alone in terms of psychological balance. Better weighting.

In the silent wind, Lucius took the lead in waving his staff, and the hot and menacing flames swept away in all directions as they advanced. Some of them brushed against the glass windows of the training room and met the green leaves on the trees;

A wave of heat hit her face. Angelia, who had all her blond hair tied back, drew her staff from bottom to top. A piece of paper that had been painted with colorful and vivid watercolor paint was spread out in front of her. Her lips The slight opening and closing took less than two seconds, and the chanting of the spell was completed. The rich colors like ribbons penetrated from the drawing paper, and the ribbons spiraled straight towards the target;

Aecilia, who also tied her hair low, looked focused. After the two launched the attack, she let the staff float above her palm, and the surrounding ice elements were stirred up and became restless and active. She found the right opportunity to mobilize the ice elements around Ernest to cover the surface of his body. The ice that condensed on his hands and feet spread to all parts of his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Aecilia's ice magic will offset Lucius's fire magic, so what she has to do is not to attack, but to assist. She can briefly control the enemy's actions before her teammates' attacks reach the enemy. Fights are won with greater odds.

The same goes for Angelia's use of derived painting creation abilities instead of wood magic.

Although they never had any hope of beating someone in the first place, it would be a ghost story if that happened.

That's not to say it's absolutely not possible, at least not now.

The three men's siege failed to cause any ripples in Ernest's eyes as calm as an ancient well. He just used his staff to gently draw a formation in front of him, while using his other hand to draw spell patterns out of thin air, he whispered in his mouth. Spell——

The majestic flames disappeared instantly after contacting the thin magic circle that was suddenly thrown into the air. It was so calm and fast that people couldn't react, as if nothing just happened. Just as Lucius frowned, the same magic circle opened up behind him. As soon as he felt the sudden increase in temperature behind him, before he had time to feel surprised and uneasy, he was condensed into the shape of a palm. Flame slapped the corner of the training room and then fell motionless, making him look like a confused rubber ball.

People have to sigh, this is obviously due to his own flames, after the intervention of the middleman of the magic circle, the power is still undiminished. Not long after the three people established the alliance building, one-third of it suddenly collapsed.

If Ernest's merciless retaliation can be interpreted as no need to be polite to his own family, then his subsequent behavior towards half of his family members seems very reasonable——

Angelia's watercolor "ribbon" had not yet touched the corner of his clothes, and the curse pattern on his left hand had already taken shape. A hurricane rose from behind Angelia, sweeping it straight into her own drawing paper - she passed through He picked up the watercolor paper, but the figure did not appear on the other side of the paper. At the same time, the image of a blond girl with confused eyes and messy hair appeared on the paper.

The watercolor "ribbon" extending from the drawing paper has the function of dragging people or objects into the drawing paper. When the "ribbon" is not broken, the drawing paper will remain open. If the "ribbon" is crossed, objects that are not "ribbon" It is theoretically and practically feasible to photograph something into the drawing paper backwards, so it is not too difficult to imagine that the owner of the drawing paper should also be photographed into it.

Compared with the tragic experiences of the first two, this small problem faced by Ecilia was obviously insignificant. Ernest was quite polite to her - ignoring that she actually did not launch a powerful attack even if he wanted to play. If there is a factor of not being able to bounce something out even if it rebounds.

His curse was just to melt away the thin ice on his body. He did not prepare any other attacks specifically for her. He just made the flames that appeared behind Lucius slightly strengthened by his own improvement, and when behind Angelia When the hurricane and flames are in the same straight line as her——

Of course, she was blown away by the oncoming strong wind and could not maintain her figure at all. There was no need to discuss the success rate of resistance. In just a moment, her back hit the wall.

The pain that suddenly exploded behind her prevented her from coming back to her senses immediately. The flames mixed with the wind kept streaking across her body. At this time, Aecilia, who could not control her movements, had no way to avoid it. In addition to feeling her skin being scratched by the blade, There was nothing she could do other than the feeling of being burned on fire.

The hair tie was blown away at some point, adding gray and white color to the chaotic vision. The disorderly flying hair seemed insignificant in the fierce wind. It was extremely difficult for her to even open her eyelids.

However, in this training room, failure is considered a failure only if you fall down or if the staff leaves your hand.

Therefore, when she struggled to open her eyes for a few seconds, she was not too surprised when she saw a merciless attack flying towards her through the gap in her gray hair.

The wind made it difficult for her to open her eyes, so she simply closed them; if she couldn't lift her hand, then don't use the staff; the spells chanted in the strong wind were fragmented and it was difficult to cast formed magic, so don't try to speak——

Recite a certain mantra silently in your mind.

A blue-white magic circle as big as the palm of her hand spread out in front of her, blocking the incoming flaming arrows three inches in front of her chest. However, the magic circle began to crack almost the moment it came into contact with the arrows, so she He kept reciting the mantra silently, and the same magic circle was stacked layer by layer in that square inch, constantly breaking and regenerating.

In the process, she struggled to move her body further away from the arrow. After her energy dropped even more, and when a broken magic circle was not replaced in time, an arrow condensed from flames instantly passed through her arm, pinning it firmly to the wall.

Aecilia felt a brief blank in her consciousness.

Ernest made no move, as if predicting whether she would soon lose the ability to resist.

After a while, the wind gradually weakened and then completely dissipated. Without the support of the wind, Aecilia could hardly stand.

The flames flowing around her retreated and formed a circle in front of her, burning blazingly. The fire jumped to the height of a person. It was difficult for ice magic to maintain its original state after contacting this sea of ​​fire, let alone to pass through the sea of ​​fire to face the outside. people attack.

She looked into the seemingly cold and indifferent eyes of the man who looked at her across the sea of ​​fire.

First remove the attack, and then create a situation that seems gentler but actually blocks all escape routes and leaves no hope. Then put the choice in front of you - give up on your own, or wait for failure in hopelessness?

Thinking of something, she discovered that Ernest's behavior style was actually consistent, and she could effectively predict his next move at certain times.