Chapter 115: Blasphemy

"Go to death, monster!" Dick roared up with his battle axe, struggling to split the head of the griffon horse with an axe. What surprised him deeply was that the body of the vulture quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace of blood on the ground.
"Where did the monster's body go?" Dick looked around, puzzled.
"They are all creatures with magical powers, and they automatically collapse into disordered magic powers after death, and return to the embrace of the magic net again, so they will not leave corpses." Qiao An explained in due course.
"It's a pity, I thought I could eat roasted vulture horse meat tonight." Dick pretended to lick his lips with ease.
Qiao An smiled and was about to further describe the characteristics of the summoning creature. A loud horn sound came suddenly behind him. Looking back, it turned out that it was Elder Bassoon who was successfully trapped by the eagle horse when Weiss was finally released a "fire strike" to destroy a refusal horse, so that the blocked Duckbill Cavalry was able to break through the defense line, and then stationed in Zhenkou The militia launched a ferocious charge.
Joanne could see that the defense line of the Delin town militia, which had lost the refusal of the horse, had become very fragile. I am afraid that the shield and the spear could not stop the dinosaurs from colliding with the hordes of dinosaurs. The armed militia, lined up and waiting, came to the front of the shielded militia. While running, Joan also took out a small piece of ham skin from the spellcasting bag and clenched it in his palm.
"Hey! Mr. Master, this is not the place you should come from. The enemy cavalry is about to rush up. We have no spare power to protect you. Hurry back!" The front-line militia captain Chong Qiaoan waved and scolded.
Joan didn’t have time to pay attention to the captain of the militia, chanting mantras, and the casting gestures were slightly jerky. Fortunately, there were no serious errors that caused the spell to fail. Finally, he completed the casting process before the lizardmen cavalry rushed into the position. The clenched piece of ham skin melted into a small sticky and smooth grease.
"Púréa!"
Joan chanted the last start mantra, and the grease in his palm disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, a large pool of black and thick grease suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, which just separated the lizardman cavalry and the militia.
Joan's effort yesterday was not in vain. The "greasy technique", as he expected, played an inestimable tactical value at this critical moment that determined the survival of Delin. The group of lizards opposite them and the platyrhynchos on which they rode dreamed that they would suddenly have a large pool of fat under their feet. They stomp on the road and ran down one after another. The bulky duck-billed platypus is difficult to get up quickly when it falls. It is like a bowling ball sliding involuntarily on a smooth fairway, pushing and colliding with each other, knocking down the companions who have stabilized the center of gravity together, struggling to be embarrassed in the mud The scene was chaotic.
The lizardman cavalry on the dragon's back also fell, and quickly used a spear as a cane to support and climb up, struggling to try to get out of this greasy trap as soon as possible.
Qiao An was very satisfied with the effect of "greasy technique", silently extracted the "mythical power" from the body to replace the depleted spell position, and released two "greasy techniques" in succession to fill the empty space in front of the position with greasy grease, Forced the lizardmen to have no way around, and had to skid the battlefield covered with grease.
The militiamen on the position saw this strange scene in front of them. After a short consternation, they recovered and realized that a good opportunity to beat down the water dog was in front of them. They all picked up bows and crossbones to attack the enemies trapped in greasy surgery. The roaring wind blew past, half of the lizardmen's cavalry screamed and fell, blood spilled over the grease, and the black and red mixed dazzling.
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"Waste! It's all waste!"
The offensive was frustrated one after another, and Kotar couldn't resist the anger and cursed the incompetent subordinates, and decided to personally end this embarrassing farce. Immediately flapping the demon wings flew away from the snake lizard mount, flying through the grease-laden area, headed straight to the location where Joan and Weiss and others were flying.
Joan's spell slot has been exhausted, and he has to draw the "mythical power" again, intending to launch a magical missile at Kotar, who is approaching from the air. However, he knew clearly that the magic missile at most caused a slight injury to the powerful lizardman lord, and then it was his turn to suffer fierce revenge from the other party.
At the critical moment of life and death, a sense of fear as if a giant monster with a physical body is eating the little courage left by the young mage, but he does not have a deity to beg for faith. For a moment, Joan almost turned around and ran away. However, reason told him that even if he had two long legs, he could not get rid of the flying demon. He had to dispel the idea of ​​running away, biting his lip and forcing himself to concentrate on the spell-casting ritual, even if he was destined to escape, at least to complete this before death. The last spell fell on the battlefield with dignity.
"Vala!" Joan raised his hand, and the purple ball of light screamed at Kotar.
"Son of Devil" grinned, and suddenly gathered the dark membrane wings in front of him, like a barrier blocking magic missiles-as long as the spell of this level was not the point of hit, it was no different than tickling him. However, Kotar soon realized that the magic missile was not the only threat. His attention was attracted by the radiant missile in front, so that he ignored the more fierce attack from behind-just in him At the same time that the magic missile was blocked, an iron hammer flew across the sky and hit him the back.
The Lizardman Lord was struck by lightning, and the volley fell down, smashing a refusing horse. Flint Anvil raised his hand to recall the flying hammer, and led the militia to rush to surround Kotar. While the demon hadn't gotten up yet, the militia eager to establish merits scrambled and speared with a spear.
The sharp spear spikes on Kotar's black and red mottled skin, like thick leather in the thorn, making a dull noise. The evil magic from the bottomless abyss has mutated the body of the Lizardman Lord. It is difficult for ordinary weapons to pierce his skin, let alone kill him.
"Stupid inferior creatures, all die to me!"
Kotar growled and stood up, and the spear against him broke down. Before the surrounding militiamen could recover from the consternation, they were overwhelmed by the countless scarlet runes spewing out of his mouth.
The corpses lay prostrate in a circle around Kotar, and only Flint was nearby to resist the curse of "blasphemous speech". However, the role of "blasphemous language" is not limited to death, the evil magic power invades the old dwarf, as if the physical strength is instantly evacuated, Flint can’t even hold the warhammer weakly, and a strong sense of dizziness strikes. Juetian turned his eyes black.
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