Water and Fire Twins Magician

While Jacques and Gandalf were still searching the third floor of the Masala ruins for the sister's weakness that would allow them to successfully escape from Masala, another person was desperately trying to escape in the boundless ocean dozens of kilometers away from them.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a nightgown and with a big belly was flying at high speed close to the sea surface, making sharp turns from time to time. His agile movements were very inconsistent with his body shape.

Just by looking at this ability, you can tell that this person has at least seventh-level strength.

Basically, only those who have broken through the boundaries of the sanctuary can fly freely, but for those who have mastered certain elements, their high-level magic also includes flying techniques, such as the seventh-level wind magic, the Wind Riding Technique, or the ninth-level fire magic, the Fire Dragon Flying Technique.

However, the effect of the Wind Riding Technique is easily affected by the wind speed at the time. Although the Fire Dragon Flying Technique is not affected by the wind speed, it is extremely difficult to change the direction of flight. It is usually only used for assault or escape, and there is a certain gap between it and the free flight of the Sanctuary powerhouses.

Therefore, judging only from this person's flying ability, it is probably between the flying technique and the free flight of the Holy Domain. I am afraid that he is either a ninth-level Holy Domain who is about to break through, or a Holy Domain whose power has regressed.

But even so, looking at the entire Love Continent, there are very few people who can have such flying ability. And looking at the anxious expression of this fat man, the person chasing him must be no less than him.

"Huha! Damn, the people of the Trojan Federation are really idle. For such a small matter, do they have to send out six sanctuaries to chase me?" The fat man panted and cursed as he ran away: "Damn, there's another one in front of him. If you have nothing to do, just go back and hug your wife. Why are you chasing me!"

After the fat man finished cursing, he muttered something, and his body suddenly retreated at a high speed, completely ignoring the laws of physics, and then suddenly flew into the sky, turning several times at high speed, and then fell back to the sea surface and continued to fly at high speed. However, this only gathered all the enemies behind him, and he was unable to get rid of any of them.

With a fat man's status, how could he accept being chased so miserably? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Suddenly, his body began to sway slightly and involuntarily shift slightly to the right, which was a sign of a lack of stamina.

In the encirclement behind him, a young Saint Domain master on the far right had of course caught this information. He proudly pressed his hand down, indicating that the others did not need to step forward, as he could handle it alone.

"Humph, this prematurely aged fat man, whose strength has obviously degenerated to the point where he can't even reach the threshold of the Holy Land, actually dares to come to the Troy Federation alone to cause trouble?"

The young master's whole body burst out with blue holy light, and his flying speed immediately increased a lot. He was getting closer and closer to the target in front of him. He could even hear the fat man's breathing.

He drew out the long sword from his waist with a clang: "It is your honor to die under my sword! This is the retribution you deserve for defiling the goddess Helen!"

The young master swung the sword in his hand and stabbed at the fat man who was already in front of him.

The panting fat man suddenly turned his head, and a cunning smile appeared on his painful face.

The fat man opened his mouth and a sour, rotten green mist came out. In the green mist, an ugly hand covered with mucus and with sharp black nails stretched out.

The young master was horrified: "You... Aren't you from the Church of Light? How could you..."

Before he finished speaking, the green mist completely enveloped the two of them. Within ten seconds, several human skeletons fell out of the green mist and landed silently in the sea.

The fat man emerged from the green mist in high spirits, and his speed was obviously much faster than before.

“Hahahaha… You’re a newbie who just entered the Holy Land, and you’re actually following my Lord Paul around like that? Thank you for letting me have a good meal. I’ll take your magic power, mental strength, and your flesh and blood. Thank you, hahahahaha!”

Seeing their fellow Saint Domain members being killed instantly by this inconspicuous fat man, the people following behind them were disappointed. They knew that the fat man in front of them was definitely not a regressed Saint Domain. He was confident enough in his own strength that he dared to break into the Troy Federation alone.

No one dared to underestimate the enemy anymore. After all, after seeing the fat man's evil magic, no one wanted to be the second victim.

"Humph! Coward." Paul snorted coldly. He estimated that the other party would not be alone again, and it would be difficult for him to find an opportunity to attack by surprise. The situation turned back into a chase and attrition war. Paul was a little regretful. It seemed that he had greatly underestimated the risks of being a thief this time.

Suddenly, the sea surface in front of them sank suddenly. In less than a few seconds, a huge vortex with a diameter of at least several hundred meters appeared in front of everyone. And this vortex was right under Paul and followed him all the time.

"What, did you just do something too extreme and alarm the real old monster?" That being said, who is Paul? This kind of desperate criminal who has already become a spirit is naturally fearless.

Even the masters of the Holy Domain were swallowed up by him. Who else on the Love Continent dares to challenge him?

unless……

God.