Chapter 725: National War: The Magician's Last Performance

It is different from the sci-fi shock of the mechanical army and the extraordinary armor between the London Tower Bridge technologists, and the full firepower in the artillery beam, and it is also different from the one-on-one head-on confrontation between Hyde Park and the mythical prototype, between the sword and the sword. No false sparks are hot,
On the battlefield of the Parliament Building, under the appearance of two figures standing still in place, their abilities are vaguely contested in the silent and invisible rules.
Mysterious and hidden.
Rather than staying at the C-level, which has just possessed power beyond reality, the erratic fighting style of the night battle world is fully revealed in the battles of the B-level participants who have already tapped their abilities!
As if hiding out of another world, the blow of the dead end penetrated through his body, and the sword marks slanted down for a moment in the Palace of Westminster that had been cut into pieces like vegetables. Appearing above the tower out of thin air, the top of the Elizabeth Tower clock tower slipped down, as if a silent death knell was ringing.
Listening to the loud noise from the top of the tower, Le Guin glanced at the smooth section that supposedly should never have appeared on such a large building. He slowly turned his azure blue eyes and looked at the neatly cut surface in front of him. A figure slowly appeared on the rubble.
Dressed in a black suit, long coat and top hat with Western magic, he holds an ancient Hehuang sword that is coiled in the shape of a dragon and carved with a bird's head!
-Great Xia Longque!
"I have seen this sword."
"A long time ago, you followed your Excellency to visit the night club in China. Are you a student of the person who led us?"
Slowly took off the black top hat, just like the curtain call for a complete end of the performance. The moment he heard this sentence, the magician was slightly stunned, and then whispered softly in the sense of exhaustion of demon energy:
"Is that so... I'm still wondering who has the ability to directly interfere with the operation of mana. I didn't expect... Is it an old master of Master..."
Looking at the figure holding the sword in front of him but not incompatible with a suit and leather shoes, Le Guin gently shook his head, looking at it normally, it is difficult to have a B-level magician as his opponent.
"I've just seen it, and if it wasn't for your illusion that happened to be restrained by my abilities, it would be difficult to distinguish the illusion between the real and the false. In this scene, no one except the A-level should be your opponent."
If you really look at it with your eyes, you should see the roof of the parliament building intact at the moment. From the moment you see the figure of the depressing top hat magician, through the flow of magic energy, you can find that your perception and consciousness are isolated on the surface because of the opponent's ability. Illusion,
What made Le Guin even more surprised was that at the moment when he realized that he would be harmed, he wanted to unify the perception of the reality that he would be harmed under the surface illusion, his consciousness was pulled to another illusion!
At all, it is not a simple method such as the phantom of the body, but a double illusion that connects the environment together with the false and the truth. The separation of the soul and the body leads to doubts about the authenticity of every attack. It is impossible to judge when I personally feel this. Any moment you see the power of what you see,
Le Guin finally knows why the previous two royal courts could not win the B-level battle.
"This kind of ability development that points directly to higher levels in the growth stage has a strong style of your ancient China. Sure enough, you are the same as the A-level holding a spear I have seen in the Arctic, and you are also from that A mysterious night club where the strong are like clouds."
Hearing a few words from the other party, he could see through the truth about his abilities, and even more so to guess where he once was. The magician looked at the noble and aristocratic woman in front of him and smiled silently.
"I don't have the talent like him. This is only due to some unrealized teachings of the elders. Nothing more than the clumsy skills that were born, but you... Most of them can jump out of the mysterious side abilities that operate with magical power There are so few who say "just restrained" in your mouth..."
The magical energy interferes with the integrity of the illusion, maintaining the consciousness to talk to the magician in the ‘third floor’ of the parliament building, watching the magician who has been unable to maintain the illusion and even his figure appears calmly:
"Don't give up? It doesn't make sense for you to persist like this."
At this moment, the devil’s exhausted state was unable to be an enemy of Le Guin, but the magician smiled in his weakness, and despite his defeat, he still had his usual calm and mature look that was reassuring and put on his own. The magician hat is like doing the last magic show.
"No, before that..."
The figure in a suit holding a huanghuang ancient sword, lowered the top hat and spoke softer and softer, and then the flashy sword edge of the dragonfly's head in his hand lit up.
Consciousness was dim, and the magician murmured as he fell forward.
"I... have to finish the last thing."
At the moment he saw him put on a top hat and smiled mysteriously at himself, and then the sword in his hand lit up, Le Guin suddenly felt strange!
But when she wanted to use herself to judge the magician's true intentions, she stayed in this illusion at the moment when she returned to her body!
Looking around at the London scene of the surrounding parliament building broken into rubble, and looking up at the sky without any abnormality, through the flow of magic energy to perceive the real reality, the illusion of the outermost parliament building unscathed, and the magician also falling,
The ability to tell Le Guin what he sees in front of him at the moment,
is fake!
And although the scene in front of him is not abnormal, he perceives the realness of the outside world, the attack on the body that he cannot control temporarily from the sky, Le Guin looks at the illusion that has been blocked on this level. In the end, the magician's blue eyes opened slightly wide with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
From the discovery that the illusion is not effective for me, the purpose of creating the second illusion,
Just to block my consciousness here...?
...
"magician!"
When time came to the outermost illusion, it was like a layer of glass shattered. In the night game viewing room, seeing the magician's figure leaning forward, Hua Ling exclaimed in disbelief!
It is different from Fang Ran who knows that Le Guin is powerful, and it is also different from Ye Sheng and Alchemist who met her in the North Pole. She has no general knowledge of the majestic and majestic woman with long platinum hair. Hua Ling just can't believe the magician The fact that I lost!
And this is also the thinking of most people in the night game at this moment...
"The magician... unexpectedly lost..."
Lime whispered to herself incredibly~EbookFREE.me~ She was promoted to level B before she knew how strong a magician was, and at this moment such a strong magician lost to an opponent of unknown origin...
Yota slowly opened his eyes to the screen, biting the corner of his lips for some reason, and clenched his fists.
Alchemy made his eyes sink and his face was complicated. Although he had a bad premonition, he could not accept the moment when the magician fell, because no one knew the magician better than him. Strength.
And looking at this scene in the same way, the uncle groped his chin and stared at the white shadow of the royal court of Le Guin, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, astonished in his heart.
Even with the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow with the right and left hands of the lord, he couldn't win. Is that kid useless...?
Unlike everyone else, he had already expected such a result. Looking at Le Guin, who was in the Arctic last time on the virtual screen, once again saw her powerful ability, a question suddenly appeared.
Unlike Ling Qi, she just awakened in this era,
Why did you come to participate in this national war?
However, before Fang Ran was stunned to figure out the strangeness that he instinctively detected, the virtual screen was the next moment when the magician fell in front of the platinum dress with the illusion of broken glass. !
Above the sky, the technologist’s tracking missiles brought up the bright and extinguished light spots on the tail, and launched from the remnants of the Tower Bridge everywhere, towards Le Guin, whose consciousness is still imprisoned by the Great Xia Dragon in the second layer of illusion. Fall,
As if I knew the timing long ago!
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