Vol 2 Chapter 382: Wither, fragile life!

　　 "Ah, this..." Hearing Gibran's words, Heidi stopped, his eyes wide open, and looked subconsciously at Suradis, then at Gibran.
　　 There are indeed two cups of tea in the tray in her hand, because before Souradi told her that there will be a guest, but I did not think that this guest seemed to be not a good person.
This……
　　 "The rest of your generation of tea can be given to me, right?" Gibran asked again.
　　Heidi didn't know what to do.
"Meow!"
　　A cat with a dark body appeared at the entrance of the study. The green light gleamed in his eyes, as if he felt something dangerous. His body arched and cried out.
　　 Hearing the cat's call, Heidi's body shook slightly, calmed down, took a deep breath, and calmed down a little.
"That..." Heidi looked at Gibran, trying to make a smile, and said, "This gentleman...since you want tea...well then...the tea isn't really good...I'm going to change it for you A cup..."
　　 Heidi spoke, approaching Gibran slowly. Just before coming to Gibran, Heidi suddenly raised an eyebrow, lifted the tray, and hit the tray with the tea cup on the tray and the hot tea in the tea cup.
　　At the same time, he shouted, "You are a bad guy!"
"brush!"
　　 The "gunpowder" floating in the air was instantly ignited, and a series of chain reactions occurred between the electro-optical flints.
　　 First of all, Soradi shouted out, "Heidi, don't! Run!"
　　 Then came the black cat with the body bowed at the door, rushing like an arrow, aiming at Gibran's body and scratching.
Finally, Su Ladi stood up, his hands hidden under the table before, I don't know when I had worn many magic flashing rings, and firmly grasped a yellow and simple short staff .
　　Suradi is aiming at Gibran, and the many magic pattern rings on his fingers are bright, so he must use his wand to release the most powerful spell to attack!
　　 "Go to death!" Suraadi shouted.
　　 The "gunpowder" in the air was ignited, burned and spread rapidly, the air was expanding rapidly, and it was about to explode and reached the last edge.
　　 But in this moment, Gibran shot.
　　 Gibran shot or didn’t, because he just flicked his fingers a little, and everything came to an abrupt halt.
　　 The tension rising to the highest peak instantly fell into the valley, followed by falling into the abyss of terror.
"boom!"
　　Heidi who attacked Gibran flew out, fell to the ground, and fell into a coma.
"boom!"
　　The black cat attacking Gibran and Gibran just bounced off like an electric shock, making a miserable cry and escaping from the study at a faster rate than when they rushed up.
"boom!"
　　The Ziradi who attacked Gibran was the weirdest. He exudes a strong momentum. The magic pattern ring in his hand is extremely bright. The fluctuation of the mana in the body has been raised to the extreme. Seeing that the spell will be released successfully. The next moment was like a balloon was punctured, "poo" suddenly, all the powerful momentum disappeared. The Mageweave ring dimmed instantly, the mana fluctuations dissipated, and the powerful attack spell was stillborn before it was released.
Suradi's body shook violently, softened backwards, and collapsed into the seat. His face became gray, the wrinkles on his face were deeply sunken, and his eyes became muddy, as if two were pulled out of the quagmire. The glass bead-in a very short time, he seemed to be twenty or even thirty years old-from a normal old man to a dying old man with only one breath left.
"Snapped!"
　　 Gibran reached out and grabbed the tray and teacup that Heidi threw away, picked up the teacup to take a sip of tea, and said with a mouthful: "Well, it's actually good...but it's not suitable for my taste."
　　 said, Gibran took a step, put the tray and tea cups on a wooden stand next to him, and turned to look at Surathi.
　　 At this time, Suradi, slumped in the seat and trembling constantly, as if enduring great pain, he looked at Gibran with his teeth, and asked aloud, "You... what have you done to me?"
"Actually, there is nothing to do." Gibran said, striding closer to Suradi, "just cast a small spell, um, a very small spell, a low-level zero-order spell that is regarded as a trick. "
　　 "How...maybe?" Soradi didn't believe at all, his body continued to tremble uncontrollably, and his voice was very dumb. "A trick, also...can I do this?"
　　 "The fact is that, this is the source of my confidence." Gibran said, "I am busy, there are many things to do, but according to the schedule, I still have a few minutes of free time today, which can be used to explain to you:
　　 First of all, the spell applied to you is indeed a zero-order low-level spell, but it is an extremely ancient spell. It has long been lost in the process of inheritance and is only preserved in our organization. It belongs to a type of magical life-form spell, and its name is... withered.
　　 Yes, withering, can wither the plants and trees, and can also let some fragile life die.
　　I know what you want to say, nothing more than, how can you be a fragile life? You are a second-level wizard, and if you explode, you can level the entire street.
　　 However, you have to understand that strong and weak do not conflict. It's like being strong and not in conflict with health.
　　You are a second-level wizard, but after we found out that your organization exists, we knew you and all of you specifically. In understanding, we found that some of the very special spells you inherited after the demise of the Black Spirit Empire, in addition to the more common plastic spells, including a small number of life-type spells.
And this small part of the life-changing spell led to a very partial path for the members of your council to promote the wizard level-bad talent, not enough accumulation, you can use overdraft, burning life, and forcibly transform with the help of special potions. The body, so that the mental strength is increased to a corresponding level ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Let the Fayuan be reshaped and perfectly accommodated by the body and so on.
In this way, after promotion, your body will be very fragile, more vulnerable than babies, but you will naturally have a way to slowly repair with the life-like spells you have inherited from the change, so that you can achieve a certain balance for a long time. State, return to normal, and extend life through special sleep, but... everything just looks normal.
　　You are very clear that in this state of balance, it is almost impossible to use extraordinary power for a long time-once it is used for a long time, it will break the balance and must be restored after a long time of adjustment.
　　It seems to me that you are like a candle. For higher brightness, the wax oil is depleted in advance, and then remodeled with mud, trying to maintain the last light, and constantly persuading yourself to be normal.
　　 is funny, so funny, fragile, it is really very fragile.
　　 The spells you inherited have fatal flaws. At first, there was no large-scale application of the Black Spirit Empire because of this. But you don’t know, or even if you know, you don’t think that someone has mastered the spell against this shortcoming, so it is used in a wide range.
So now, I just need to use the withering spell that has been lost for a long time to hit your deadly point and break the balance you have tried to maintain, and your body will collapse and become a What you are like now. "
　　
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