Water and Fire Twins Magician

High-level magic will often develop in a special direction, and will have different expressions and strong personal styles depending on the character and fighting style of the magic creator.

This Brain Boiling Technique is a long-range instant-kill magic that has extremely high requirements for locking onto the target and removing its magic defense. In other words, it is a magic with a low success rate and can generally only be used against opponents whose ranks are much lower than the caster. Therefore, among the eighth-level fire magic, Brain Boiling Technique is at the edge and is a magic that very few people will deliberately learn because it consumes a lot of energy and can only bully the weak. It is just a visual effect and is purely a way of killing to vent anger.

But this is exactly what Jacques is feeling now.

"This kind of magic is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes. I was skeptical when I first received the spell," Gandalf sighed.

As the highest instructor of the Laputa Mercenary Group, he has subordinates with all four attributes, so his head is loaded with a variety of magic spells of all attributes. After all, even if he can't use them himself, he can teach them to his subordinates. Brain boiling is a rare eighth-level magic that can only be accessed by the leader of a large mercenary group like him.

After the brains gushed out, the man's head became empty, and then he collapsed to the ground. Among the red and white brains on the ground, there were two bloody eyeballs. Seeing their comrades die in such a tragic way, the Trojan reinforcements no longer had the will to fight.

But facing such an opponent, is running away really useful?

Frightened to the point of madness, the Trojan reinforcements had no brains and instinctively relied on their numerical advantage. They suddenly rushed towards Jacques like wild beasts.

"Explode! Explode!" Jacques roared, and the heads of the two people rushing in the front immediately exploded like active volcanoes.

The others around them had their faces splattered with brains, forcing them to stop in their tracks.

In fact, Jacques was already at the end of his strength at this time, and he could hardly breathe. This spell that boiled his brain was obscure and difficult to understand. He used it three times in a row, and there was not even a single extra syllable. Jacques' tongue cramped from reading it, and his magic power was a little bit exhausted.

If the enemy could charge at them now without giving Jacques a chance to breathe, they might be able to gain a slight advantage. However, no matter how much combat experience they had and how many cruel scenes they had seen, how many of them had ever experienced their companions' brains exploding into fireworks in front of them and covering their faces?

More importantly, this move confirmed that Jacques was at least an eighth-level magician. If five seventh-level magicians attacked one seventh-level magician, they would definitely win, but what about five seventh-level magicians against one eighth-level magician? I'm afraid they would be like moths flying into a flame.

There was no time for them to think because their opponents had already recovered.

"Why did you stop?" Jacques grinned and stepped forward. The battle armor gradually vibrated as if it was burning.

"Can't you see? I am the fire-attribute person that you can't stand the most! For the sake of your goddess, kill me!"

The pressure was so great that the twenty or so people could not resist it. When Jacques took a step forward, they took a step back.

Jacques took another step forward. One man's legs were shaking violently, but he insisted on not retreating! He was greeted by a "bang" sound, and his whole body turned into a ball of flashing white flames and turned into ashes.

Jacques took another step forward.

They wanted to run away! This was the survival instinct that ignited in their hearts. They felt that if they turned around and ran now, they might be able to save their lives. But this action of running away meant that they would have to give up their dignity and the faith that had always supported them as Trojan warriors.

If he ran away, he would become a blasphemer who insulted the goddess.

If you look at it from the perspective of a time traveler, the Trojans are almost all fundamentalists in disguise.

They are a group of people who understand the oracle literally and are inflexible.

Objectively speaking, the goddess Helen certainly has a bad temper. She can kill even a puppy that accidentally urinated on her statue without mercy, but this is after all out of venting her anger. In a normal state of calmness, Helen is not a goddess who enjoys killing people with fire attributes.

No one can say for sure whether something like "Fire babies born in Troy must die, otherwise a natural disaster will come" is an oracle from the goddess herself, not even the priests in the temple.

The reason why the Trojans voluntarily and consciously hunted down those with the fire attribute was entirely due to their fear of the goddess whose temper was unpredictable and fickle.

Perhaps it was just an occasional angry remark from the goddess, but in order to please the goddess, the Goddess Temple exaggerated it and regarded it as an imperial decree, which led to the emergence of vicious and cruel customs.

Some powerful people who blindly worship the goddess will even kill those with fire attributes as a way of praising and respecting Goddess Helen.

Since forming a secret alliance with the Trojan Federation, the Principality of Dro not only received valuable reinforcements, but the customs of the Trojan Federation also followed these reinforcements into the Principality of Dro.

To the people of the Principality of Dro, the Trojan Federation was too far away, so they only half believed in the legendary customs of the Trojans. However, the Trojan reinforcements worked particularly hard when dealing with fire enemies, which was visible to the naked eye. The fire warriors of the Principality of Lubo were recently beaten to a pulp by the Trojan reinforcements.

However, it was hard for them to imagine that the hatred of these Trojan reinforcements for those with fire attributes would even transcend national boundaries and even the constraints of alliances.

On this cloudy, starless night, Ian, the captain of the fourth squad of the third legion of the Principality of Dro, was busy searching for the two blasphemers who had turned the world upside down and made everyone in the sniper team feel insecure. But at this critical moment, he had to suspend the mission because he received a report that someone nearby had hurt innocent people.

When he arrived with his team of fire warriors, the village was already littered with corpses, black dirty water was flowing all over the ground, the smell was unbearable, and the atmosphere was very weird.

Finally, in a dilapidated house, Ian found an old wizard wearing a black robe, with a water crystal on his chest and a hunched back. His staff pierced the chest of the last survivor in the entire village, and nailed her to a wall. She was just a girl of twelve or thirteen years old.