Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The distance from Wangdu Port to Lars and Dutata City are about the same. Because the former is upstream and the latter is downstream, the yacht sailing to Dutata City approaches the port half a day earlier.

This kind of luxurious and valuable private yacht has a special berth area on the pier, and does not berth with cargo ships, merchant ships and ordinary passenger ships.

Not long after the yacht entered the port, Kingsley, who was looking after his apprentice's house in the lord's mansion of Dutata City, pulled away from his meditation, opened his eyes, and calmly looked towards the direction of the port.

"come yet……"

Kingsley jumped off the sofa and put on his booties.

When passing by the door, he tore off the cloak hanging on the coat rack next to the door frame, threw it over his shoulder, and pressed the concealed buckle on the cloak's shoulder with a "click".

With both hands tidying up the messy short red hair on his head, he walked out of the door non-stop and came to the courtyard.

Release the subspace enchantment to cover the sight of ordinary people.

The mental field was released, and the huge mental power built a translucent summoning array on the open space in front of Kingsley at an extremely fast speed. The bipedal bone dragon covered with bone spurs, completely black, and wrapped in huge bone wings was in the eyes of the array. rise slowly.

The translucent summoning array built by the magic power shattered and dissipated, and the biped bone dragon carried Kingsley into the air, roaring and flying towards the port.

The ferocious bone dragon flew over the port, and Kingsley lowered his head.

On the yacht deck below, there stood a male spellcaster wearing a gorgeous robe with his hands behind his back, and a young-looking female spellcaster in a plain gray robe holding an exaggerated staff.

Kingsley canceled the summoning, the bone dragon disappeared, and fell vertically in the air.

When it was about to fall to the ground of the pier, two groups of black mist exploded directly below Kingsley, and the hot wind rose, supporting Kingsley's rapidly falling figure firmly, and slowly landed.

The soft-soled boots stepped on the ground, and Kingsley stood still, looking up at the two people on board.

"Good day, both of you."

The caster with the appearance of a red-haired boy nodded friendlyly with a smile, but his majestic spiritual power spread out wantonly, sweeping away those who came and went.

The face of the middle-aged caster in a gorgeous robe remained unchanged, he raised his hand slightly, and his spirit field surged out, able to block the powerful spiritual pressure coming towards the yacht.

"I haven't seen you in a year, but you are so much stronger." The middle-aged spellcaster said with half admiration and half regret, "The genius spellcaster who was born 300 years ago and amazed Nabalon has now fallen to the point where he is a disciple. Bewitching...why bother?"

Kingsley laughed: "Nedham, do you believe this?"

"You don't think that's the case?" The gray-robed female mage next to her frowned, "Kingsley, you should understand your disciple's style better than anyone else. It's not a good choice to join him."

"Gloria, I'm rather curious about how Needham made you willing to stay in the Rhineland to accept royal offerings." Kingsley said with a smile. Hate kind of people."

There are not too few high-level spellcasters on the Nabalon continent, but they are not too many; because spellcasters like to travel and have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, they can always get to know each other.

Gloria, a gray-robed sorceress with a slightly gorgeous face who looks like she is only in her 20s, is actually more than two hundred years old.

"Who can be young and willful forever, people always have to learn to coexist with unpleasant things." Gloria said indifferently.

"I think so too." Kingsley nodded in agreement, "So although I can't accept my disciple's aggressive style, I don't feel disgusted to the point of wanting to have nothing to do with him forever."

Back then, Yang Qiu got into a lot of trouble, Kingsley couldn’t even go back to the mage’s tower to avoid harassment, and he never announced that he would sever ties with this hapless apprentice... Well, he always threatened Yang on a daily basis. Autumn does not count.

Needham, the chief court mage of the Rhine royal family, shook his head and said, "It seems that the two of us can no longer resolve the dispute through communication."

Kingsley smiled and stretched out his hand to the two: "Please."

After saying that, the invisible spiritual field around Kingsley suddenly "lived" and supported Kingsley's body to float forward. Like a cannonball, it crossed the river tens of meters wide and flew towards the opposite bank.

The corners of the two court mages who watched Kingsley fly away twitched to varying degrees.

He never controlled the wind, but flew at low altitude purely by mental power. Kingsley was showing off how much mental power he has...

This kind of operation can be done by high-level spellcasters, but there is no need to waste mental power before starting the fight; Needham nodded slightly to his companion, and Gloria lightly shook the extremely gorgeous and simple sword in her hand. The clothes are very inappropriate staff.

On the top of the staff, in the metal ring studded with precious stones, the super-large magic crystal that slowly rotates emits a faint cold light, and a whirlwind spins out from the feet of the gray-robed female mage, lifts the two into the air, and heads towards Kingsley. Chase in the direction you are going.

Kingsley opened the subspace barrier, but the two court mages did not hide themselves; the passengers and dock workers at the passenger terminal next to them all screamed excitedly when they saw the two soaring into the sky and flying towards the sky.

From the perspective of fighting the nightmare butcher and the undead regime, it is the most appropriate way to let the court mages fight in the city... The battle damage alone is enough for the undead regime to cry.

But it is obviously impossible for the lower limit of the court mage to be so low. Not only will he actively release the spiritual field to remind Kingsley after arriving, but he will also not fight Kingsley in the city.

One after the other, they flew at low altitude for a distance of tens of kilometers, and the two sides landed in a wilderness, facing each other far away.

"He's very strong...he's close to the 'third door', don't be careless."

Needham told his companions and took a step forward.

With this step, a huge magic circle with a diameter of about ten meters took shape under the feet of the chief court mage, and a circle of dark blue light rose from the edge of the magic circle, heading straight into the sky.

In an instant, hundreds of icy spikes of different sizes emerged from the dim light curtain, dragging a long sound of "咻咻", pouring towards Kingsley overwhelmingly.

When Needham launched the icy spikes, Gloria also raised her staff and pointed high into the sky:

"Wind - roar!"

Directly above Kingsley, a violent tornado storm took shape in an instant.

At the beginning, the eye of the wind was only the size of a house, but it expanded to the size of a small mountain after breathing in and out...

"Gloria is a woman—she's so young, she's really ruthless."

Kingsley, who was planning to use only the mental field to defend, changed his expression, and hurriedly lifted himself up with mental force and flew sideways—it was quite difficult for him to resist the attacks directly in front and directly above at the same time.

As soon as he moved, the huge tornado storm swooped towards him violently as if he was enraged by him.

Obviously, it is impossible for a human body to fly faster than a tornado. Kingsley barely avoided the coverage of the icy spikes when the violent tornado wrapped him in...

A thousand meters away, the two court mages who witnessed this scene all changed their colors.

"Why is this guy crazy? How dare he resist?!" Needham said in shock.

"Wait—it's not right!" Gloria's complexion changed suddenly after casting the tornado storm.

The tornado circling violently on the ground at high speed, setting off flying sand and rocks, is rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The eye of the storm with a diameter of more than 80 meters has shrunk to 60 meters, 30 meters, [-] meters, ten meters...

In about six or seven seconds, the tornado the size of a hill was forcibly compressed from the outside to the inside, and condensed into a walnut-sized, extremely unstable ultra-miniature storm.

Kingsley stretched out his hand, held up the miniature storm that was still spinning at a high speed after shrinking countless times, and smiled slightly at the two court mages.

Gloria, a well-known storm mage in Nabaron, looked shocked.

The chief court mage Needham also took a slight breath...

There are not many people who can gather and disperse the power of this kind of storm, destroy it, or interfere with it with mental power, and directly decompose it from the elemental level.

But just by applying pressure from the outside to the inside and condensing it at a high rate, this is amazing-not to mention, just to envelop the huge storm like a hill, how much spiritual field is needed? !

"...It's really powerful!" Gloria took a deep breath and raised her staff again, "So what about this—Sigh of the Wind!"

The gentle breeze came from nowhere, plucked the branches that had just sprouted, caressed the low new grass, and filled the whole world in an instant.

Kingsley, who proudly showed off his mental strength, suddenly felt his body getting heavier.

Where he is, the sky seems to be slowly and undeniably pressing down, and the surrounding space seems to be slowly squeezing towards him—as if he is being rejected by the "world" he is standing in .

"Using wind energy to simulate the power of 'world rules'? Are all elemental mages so good at playing?"

Just as Kingsley muttered something, his face suddenly changed, and he stomped his feet heavily, and the outgoing mental field quickly penetrated downwards.

In the distance, Needham, who saw Kingsley's movements, shook his head regretfully.

"As expected of Jin, it really isn't that easy to succeed in a sneak attack."

Huge icicles with astonishing diameters and jaw-dropping lengths drilled out from under the ground, pushing up the muddy ground with a width of about three meters and a thickness of about one meter under Kingsley's feet, pushing Kingsley's whole body into the air.

Kingsley, who hastily used his mental power to change the quality of the ground under his feet and defended against the blow, shouted angrily, "Nedham! You thick eyebrows and big eyes can actually make sneak attacks!"

Needham: "..." What kind of swearing sentence is this?

Gloria, who was concentrating on manipulating "Forbidden Magic·Sigh of the Wind", couldn't help but turn her head to look at the chief, and her eyes stayed on Needham's really thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Needham: "... Is there something wrong with me growing up like this?"

At the same time, another luxury yacht that arrived at the destination half an hour later than the chief court mage Needham and the elemental mage Gloria Storm sailed into the port of Lars City.

The expressions of the three court mages in robes changed slightly as soon as they stepped onto the deck.

On the empty pier where the workers and passengers had been evacuated, a man in a black three-piece suit and a black cloak was looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Good day." The man politely smiled and nodded at the three court mages who came from afar.

The expressions of the three court mages were a little heavy.

Yang, the black magician, was standing on the pier less than a hundred meters away from them.

But... the three of them couldn't sense the fluctuation of each other's mental power at all!