Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Are you really okay?" Arthurs asked suspiciously.

Now, whenever he heard Mo Xie say these two words, he would reflexively become suspicious.

[Actually, it was because of that wizard. I brought him into the spiritual world and consumed too much of my spiritual energy.]

Mo Xie used telepathic communication to answer truthfully.

[The plane entrance has been opened, what's the point of keeping him here?]

Arthurs condensed the red magic power again and continuously injected it into the magic circle.

[It's useless, so I'm about to get rid of him.]

After saying this, Mo Xie withdrew from the telepathic communication without noticing Arthurs' surprised expression.

Solve...does it mean exile or kill?

Haha, what am I thinking about?

How could Moshe kill someone? He should have turned the wizard into a wandering ghost, right?

Arthurs nodded in self-agreement, and then gradually increased the input of magic power.

In fact, communication through thoughts also requires a lot of mental support.

Unlike the other members of the McIntosh family, Moshe does not have the natural advantage of the "Magic Spring" and can only use magic power and mental power to forcibly establish a connection.

Bellion, he called in his mind.

The member of the translation team who was originally standing beside him suddenly flashed and disappeared, and was replaced by a young man with blue hair and silver eyes.

The people around seemed not to notice the unusual situation and were still concentrating on controlling the magic circle.

Bellion gently held up Moshe's left hand, his expression calm and serious.

As a stream of heat surged into his body, Mo Xie's vision instantly became clearer, and his control over his body sensations became more precise.

After replenishing his mental strength, Bellion had no intention of leaving, so Moshe wanted him to work with Nolan to completely eliminate the wizard.

[Please wait a moment.]

After saying this, Bellion lowered his eyes slightly and stood still.

In Moshe's spiritual world, Nolan smiled kindly, swung his whip to create a sonic boom, and whipped the wizard again and again.

[I've... uh, told you everything I know, what else do you want?]

The wizard held his head and curled up on the sand in the chaotic area. He no longer had the strength to shout.

[I am really grateful to you.]

Nolan put his foot on his chest, then leaned over and lifted his chin with the whip.

[But now I have changed my mind. You dare to hurt the master, damn it!]

[He's still alive!]

The wizard dared not move.

[Yes, you should be thankful that the master is still alive, otherwise I would let you experience what hell is like after death.]

Nolan restrained his smile and raised his chin slightly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

[Ugh! —!]

The wizard's sternum was crushed, his eyes widened, and he let out a shrill scream.

Why do I feel pain?

Am I not in a spiritual state now?

And this pain is much stronger than before, exactly...

[Nolan.]

Hearing the familiar voice, Nolan looked up, and the gloom on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace.

[Shi... It's Bellion, long time no see! Have you resolved the conflict with your master?]

[There is no contradiction.]

[Hmm, since you said no, then no. But from what I've observed, the master seems to like honest people.]

[......]

Bellion looked at the brilliant smiling face and fell into silence.

Like Moshe, he always feels helpless when facing Nolan.

[Is there a problem? ]

Nolan asked curiously.

[I'm here to clean him up.]

Bellion's eyes slowly moved down, just in time to meet the wizard's terrified expression.

What's wrong with this person?

Why do you exude the aura of a superior?

He means it.

I will really die! Not even my soul will be left!

No, I have to run away! I have to do whatever I can to get away from these two people!

The desire to survive defeated the pain and fear, and a bright green light flickered deep in the wizard's pupils, and then his whole body was enveloped by rich magical power.

The magic power dissolved Nolan's restraints, allowing him to run away using his hands and feet.

This is the potential that humans unleash in critical moments.

Without relying on the physical body, the magic power is imprinted in the soul, just like Mo Xie.

[Want to chase?]

Nolan looked at Bellion and asked calmly.

Bellion did not answer, his eyes fixed on the shrinking figure.

[Need not. ]

As soon as the words fell, the sesame seeds in the distance suddenly shook, and then expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fat limbs swung rapidly in the air, and finally could not withstand the force in the body and exploded with a bang.

The soul explodes, and there is no possibility of survival.

[How did you do that?]

Nolan leaned over to Bellion, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

[Mr. Nolan, you will be a good helper to Mr. Moshe.]

Bellion answered irrelevantly.

[Yes, I will. Then can you answer the questions for Mr. Moshe's good assistant?]

Nolan savored the four-character title and felt inexplicably excited.

[See you again.]

In just a blink of an eye, the young man with blue hair and silver eyes disappeared from the spot.

Nolan frowned slightly and looked up at the blue sky.

Why does it feel like a parting gift? I hope it's just my illusion, he thought.

In the real world, the Renekton Expeditionary Corps and the ancient Chinese army have arrived near the entrance to the plane.

Compared with the expeditionary corps' space displacement magic, the formation of giant flying magic weapons used by the ancient Chinese army is much more massive.

Two hundred thousand elite soldiers dressed in black armor and riding on dragon-headed light boats were so densely packed that from a distance they looked like islands floating in the air.

"Prepare to enter the plane." Artborg stood at the forefront of the legion. The airflow generated by the magic vortex lifted his long hair, forming an elegant golden arc in the air.

The diameter of the black hole gradually increased, and the four black spheres continued to float and rotate at a regular and steady speed, like satellites orbiting a planet.

After setting up the strongest defensive barrier, the two main generals looked at each other from a distance, nodded in greeting, and then decisively led their teams into the black hole.

The expected scene did not appear. They rode the magic circle, passed through a dark tunnel, and arrived at the interior of the plane without any hindrance.

Strangely, the army of the ancient Chinese nation is not here.

Barritt looked around and took a cautious step forward. "Is this... a desert?"

The dim sky and the turbid sandstorm make it hard to imagine that there are aliens living here.

"Commander-in-chief, there is something under the sand." Barrett inserted his right hand into the sand and gently pounded it a few times.

Mo Xie's pupils shrank, and the magic vines grew and spread around his feet, then dived deep into the sand and moved stealthily.

There is no way he would admit his mistake.

This is one of the important scientific research results of the Liberator Alliance Military Department - fragments of the magic-breaking bullet.

Why does it appear here?

The magic vines wrapped around Moshe's arms, and the soft and flexible front end provided him with similar fragments.

The appearance of the magic-breaking bullet here means...

This is the world he is familiar with.