The strongest magician on earth [holographic]

"Do you magicians call it a magic secret?"

The old beggar laughed at himself and said in a low voice, "Of course I know. After I killed the Butterfly Demon Spirit for the first time, I prayed to the kingdom of the gods and used half of my life as a sacrifice to cleanse this swamp. It has become a mystery."

Killing the butterfly demon spirit could not appease his hatred, he wanted to torture himself for the rest of his life.

"I have stayed here for 80 years, and every time a new adventurer comes, I will come in again. Every time I come in, I will kill the butterfly demon spirit again."

"again and again."

If he was as powerful back then, the little prince might not have died.

But even if he killed the butterfly demon spirit [-] times, he knew clearly that the person he liked would never come back, and the butterfly demon spirit in the illusion was just a phantom of the past. His heart has already been slowly numb, and his body has also lost its vitality with the passage of time, leaving only a heart full of obsession.

Rather than saying that he is helping the once weak self to avenge, it is better to say that he is looking for redemption in the cycle of reincarnation.

Otherwise, where else could he go?

Brother Ao and the others looked at each other in blank dismay.

They brushed this dungeon many times, but this was the first time they heard the old beggar tell his own story.

The procession advanced silently again.

Soon, the bat mobs attacking from all directions were wiped out.

Further on, there is a huge swampy open space. In the wet soil, huge cocoons are scattered on the ground. Countless butterflies are flying in the sky. They have human-like bodies, and behind them are colorful butterflies. Wings, green light lingers all over the body.

And the cocoons on the ground are still constantly having new butterfly monsters breaking out of their cocoons.

These butterfly monsters are just products of the secret realm. They have no self-awareness, but follow the dungeon logic, and when they see outsiders invading, they attack them.

Jiang Weiyi shuddered.

He has been afraid of insects since he was a child, and now seeing the wriggling silkworm chrysalis in front of him and the monster with colorful butterfly wings flapping in the sky, he almost vomited.

"It's scary."

Jiang Weiyi couldn't help leaning in An Ke's direction.

However, before he reached An Ke's side, Roland was like a ghost, inserted between them.

Before Jiang Weiyi could stop, he bumped his head into Roland's chest.

Jiang Weiyi: "..."

When he raised his head, what he saw was Roland's face, which made him confused for a moment between the butterfly monster in front of him and the cold-faced boss, which one was more terrifying...

"What's the matter, are you okay?"

Roland looked at Jiang Weiyi with a gentle tone.

Want to take this opportunity to show weakness and get An Ke's attention?no way.

Jiang Weiyi stammered: "No, nothing..."

"Are you afraid of these monsters? Why don't you wait in the distance first." Roland said with a smile.

An Ke glanced at Roland in surprise.

He has known Roland for a while, but he has hardly seen Roland have any good looks towards other people. He always looks like he refuses to be thousands of miles away. Talking to Jiang Weiyi in a gentle tone like now, An Ke still See you for the first time.

These two... have an unusual relationship.

An Ke rested his chin in his little hand, guessing in his heart.

At any rate, he is also a magician who has played a lot of love games on Earth, and he also knows all kinds of lingering love stories of people on Earth, and the weird atmosphere between Roland and Jiang Weiyi...

Isn't it the real version of love between the domineering president and the office staff?

An Ke felt that he had discovered the truth.

No wonder Roland had a strange look on his face when he saw Jiang Weiyi, as if he was paying attention to his every move.Reminiscent of Roland telling him that he has someone he likes, and looking at Roland's restless behavior now...

That's right, Roland definitely has a crush on Jiang Weiyi! !

"Jiang Weiyi, what's the matter with you?" An Ke leaned over and asked him.

"No...it's nothing, I'm just a little afraid of bugs."

Jiang Weiyi said tremblingly.

"Then you go to the back and take a rest." An Ke patted him on the shoulder very intimately.

Jiang Weiyi also knew that he was only level 0 now, so he couldn't help at all, so he didn't try to be brave: "Okay."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could celebrate that he had chased away the light bulb Jiang Weiyi, he heard An Ke's voice: "Apprentice, you accompany him."

Roland: "..."

An Ke raised his eyebrows at him, with an expression of "I understand you", "Take good care of Jiang Weiyi, he is very timid."

Take advantage of him when he is weak, and you will soon achieve a positive result!

I am simply a god assist!An Ke gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Just like that, Roland was pushed to Jiang Weiyi's side by An Ke with a confused face.The two were sent directly to the periphery of the battlefield, watching An Ke fight fiercely, and looked at each other.

Jiang Weiyi: ...Help me, the boss' eyes are so scary!

An Ke, who felt that he had done a good deed, was in a good mood, and began to concentrate on dealing with the monster in front of him.

The butterfly monsters flying randomly in the sky formed black clouds, and the sound of flapping wings made one's scalp tingle.

The old beggar was the first to strike, and his burst of fighting spirit turned into a sharp sword, and he rushed into the group of monsters first.

An Ke was not to be outdone, his magic robe began to fly, he raised the spell-casting ring in his hand, and a large amount of magic power began to gather.

The breath of ice and rain!

In terms of group attack, martial arts masters and magicians are not at the same level at all. Every time the old beggar makes a move, he can take away the lives of seven or eight monsters. When playing dungeons before, Brother Ao and others would look at this with longing faces. One scene, longing in my heart.

However, as soon as An Ke made a move, the style of the entire dungeon changed from a martial arts movie to a fantasy movie.

A large number of ice crystals appeared out of thin air, and the air began to flow violently, forming a violent storm in an instant, rolling up sharp ice crystals, like a pair of sharp knives interlaced, wantonly cutting everything in front of it.

The butterfly monsters all over the sky let out a sharp howl, and flew away in all directions, trying to avoid the cutting of the ice blade, but before flying two meters, they were caught in the storm again.

As a group attack magic, Ice and Rain Wind Breath is quite impressive in terms of lethality and visual effects. Under the guidance of Anke's spiritual power, the storm is like a constantly running meat grinder, turning wantonly in the battlefield. Everywhere, it can bring a large piece of white light!

The old beggar: "..."

Looking at the outrageous scene in front of him, he couldn't help but stop his fighting spirit, and looked at An Ke differently.

An Ke manipulated the Ice Blade Storm without looking sideways, looking very attentive.From the corner of his eye, he caught the eyes of the old beggar, Brother Ao and others, and felt relieved for a while.

No one is more handsome than me in a fight.

nobody!

The old beggar is the guide NPC in the dungeon. Every time he restarts the secret realm, he rushes to the front. He knows that those adventurers only regard themselves as tool people, but he doesn't care. He can kill the butterfly demon spirit one more time, yes As far as he is concerned, the guilt in his heart can be reduced by one point.

If one day, he really can't fight anymore, dragging his rotten body to die at the hands of the butterfly demon spirit, maybe it is also his destined destination.

I just don’t know if that’s the case, can I meet the little prince in heaven?

An Ke was much more efficient in dealing with the Butterfly monsters than he was. In just 5 minutes, a large number of Butterfly monsters had been cleaned up.

When the mobs cleaned up reach the critical value, the condition of the next stage of the dungeon is triggered.

There was a sharp howl from the swamp, and a large number of butterfly monsters flew from all directions, but they did not attack An Ke and others, but kept gathering together and flying up and down.

Under the muddy swamp, a huge silkworm chrysalis emerged from the swamp dripping with wet mucus.

"The butterfly demon spirit is coming out."

Aoge and the others who have played many dungeons are very familiar with this scene.

All the butterflies screamed at the same frequency at the same time, and flew towards the huge silkworm chrysalis below, layer upon layer, wrapping the silkworm chrysalis four or five meters high, like sheets of colorful foil, The scene looked a little dreamy.

After a while, the colorful butterfly wings wrapped on the silkworm chrysalis slowly melted and were completely absorbed by the silkworm chrysalis, and there was a crisp sound of shell breaking in the air.

The silkworm chrysalis cracked open——

Two wet butterfly wings were the first to break free from the silkworm chrysalis. They were crumpled at first, and then gradually unfolded. Immediately afterwards, the silkworm chrysalis completely burst, and the butterfly demon spirit was finally born from it.

It was a naked, perfect male body that could be called a work of art, every line seemed to be carefully drawn, just looking at his body, it reminded people of a solemn statue, with two huge butterfly wings on the back It sets him off even more beautifully and movingly.

It's just that the butterfly demon spirit raised its head, and on top of its perfect body was a ferocious insect head, with black eyes and sharp insect teeth, which brought an endless sense of oppression.

The combination of a perfect human body and an insect's head, with a split style, makes one's heart palpitate at first glance.

The old beggar shook the crutch in his hand, and looked at the butterfly demon spirit with hatred in his eyes. He didn't want to say a word, and rushed forward to fight with the butterfly demon spirit.

The butterfly demon spirit flapped its wings to protect its body, but the old beggar's crutch hit the wings and sparked a string of sparks.

He obviously knew the attack of the butterfly demon spirit like the back of his hand, and he couldn't succeed in one blow. He didn't show any surprise on his face, but continued to pounce on him, stretched his crutch through the gap in the wings, and forcibly pried the two wings of the butterfly demon spirit apart. !

At this moment, the old beggar seemed to have completely lost the demeanor of a martial artist. He was like a hooligan fighting on the street. It became his weapon, hitting and biting the ferocious monster in front of him.

The butterfly demon let out a scream, and its sharp teeth also bit the old beggar's shoulder.

"After defeating this BOSS, the dungeon is complete."

Brother Ao and the others skillfully picked up the weapons in their hands, and threw long-range skills one after another, hitting the butterfly demon spirit.

There were old beggars who attracted hatred, and their output was very comfortable. Soon, the blood bar of the butterfly demon spirit plummeted. The originally magnificent and colorful butterfly wings became shattered, and the body was covered with bloodstains.

An Ke was about to condense his magic power, when his eyes fell on the butterfly demon spirit, he suddenly frowned.

This boss...

With 80 years of combat experience, the old beggar is very familiar with every attack mode of the butterfly demon spirit. He dodges an attack, and then the crutch in his hand is like a spear, piercing the butterfly demon spirit's body.

The piercing screams of the Butterfly Demon Spirit fell on the old beggar's ears, but it didn't move him in the slightest. He almost tried his best to leave wounds on the Butterfly Demon Spirit's body, as if tormenting him. Not fatal, but painful enough.

He looked at the terrifying insect face of the butterfly spirit, and recalled in his mind the rose-like little prince Baron. On that cold moon night, the little prince fell down and was swallowed in front of him. Thinking of the bewildered look on the little prince's face, and the hand he stretched out to him for help, the pain in his heart was tens of thousands of times stronger than that of the butterfly demon spirit now.

Hatred and madness flashed in the eyes of the old beggar. The crutch in his hand pierced deeper and stirred at the wound of the butterfly demon spirit. Finally, his body burst out with vindictiveness. The crutch penetrated the butterfly demon spirit's body and nailed him to the rock.

The butterfly demon twisted its body and let out a cry of pain, but its body was nailed to the rock by the crutches, and it couldn't break free no matter what.

Only the last trace of his blood bar remained.

The old beggar looked at him coldly, the vindictiveness that belonged to the Kingdom of Baron was condensed in his hands.

"Boom."

With a muffled sound, his final blow was blocked by a light blue magic shield.

"?!"

Brother Ao and the others were also taken aback by this strange scene. According to the previous plot, the old beggar should have made the final blow to completely kill the butterfly demon spirit.

Everyone turned their heads and their eyes fell on An Ke.

The spell-casting ring in An Ke's hand was shining faintly. Obviously, he was the one who put the magic shield that saved the butterfly demon spirit's life.

The old beggar's eyes were red, as if he wanted to tear An Ke apart: "What are you doing?"

An Ke didn't answer him, but his gaze passed over the old beggar and landed on the butterfly demon spirit.

He remembered what the old beggar said.

For 80 years, he kept entering this swamp to avenge the little prince who had passed away, torturing the butterfly demon spirit time and time again, and the same plot continued to be staged, almost becoming an obsession of the old beggar.

The old beggar is not a magician, he does not have the eye of truth that can see through everything.

However, in An Ke's vision of mental power, the butterfly demon spirit whose body was already broken in front of him, under the hideous and terrifying insect face, was a delicate and beautiful boy like a rose.

The night of the cold moon is the time for the butterfly demon spirits to reproduce. On this day, their strength will skyrocket, and they will capture the surrounding living things, become its nourishment, and give birth to new bodies.

On a night of cold moon decades ago, the little prince of the Baron Kingdom became a new sacrifice. He did not die, but was trapped in a silkworm chrysalis, feeling his body being slowly absorbed and digested.

He is being born into a new butterfly spirit.

When the old beggar killed the butterfly demon spirit for the first time, he easily avenged the little prince, so smoothly that even he couldn't believe it.But if he can understand why the butterfly demon spirit hardly resists... If he can understand the roar of the butterfly demon spirit, and understand the cry for help hidden in the painful voice, he can clearly see the insect hidden under the face. familiar faces.

However, the old beggar did not expect this. After he killed the butterfly demon spirit, the hatred in his heart was still indelible.With his obsession, he slaughtered the swamp, and then prayed to the gods to turn the swamp into a cage of endless reincarnation.

Trapped the butterfly demon spirit, also trapped himself.

Prince Baron is just an ordinary person. His consciousness has long since faded in the reincarnation again and again. The butterfly demon spirit in front of him is just a shell.

That rose-like young man withered after all.

The old beggar obviously had a chance to save him.

The fates of the two of them were tormented and entangled with each other, and 80 years passed by. The once high-spirited young guard was getting old, and used his last life to torture the most important person in his life time and time again.

An Ke looked deeply at the old beggar in front of him.

The wailing of the butterfly demon spirit was still resounding, and it fell into the old beggar's ears, making him feel happy.Every time he came to this secret realm, it was a redemption for him, as if only in this way, his last dilapidated life would have the remaining meaning.

An Ke closed his eyes.

He dissipated his magic power, and the light blue shield gradually disappeared.

Even if the truth is told, what can be changed.he thought.

Forget it.