Chapter 520: Enemy meet

"I didn't expect that anyone would dare to attack the camp? After all, they have two holy magicians in the battlefield, and a large number of golden warriors and senior magicians sitting in the battlefield. Most people dare to touch the edge." The man in black disdain He curled his lips and sneered softly.
"It's always good to be careful." The black-robed man glanced at the person who had just walked out of the tent, and finally felt a little more settled in his heart.
"Don't worry, what if they are discovered? They are only two holy magisters, we are three holy masters, and one of them..." The man in black looked at the camp with a cold smile. Tao.
"Something's wrong!" Just when a night watch was killed, the black-robed man who had not spoken suddenly said, his voice was as harsh as metal rubbing.
"What's the matter?" The man in black looked at the man in black doubtfully.
"There is no soul." The black robe man only said four words, but this sentence was enough for the other two.
There are only two possibilities for a person to die without a soul. One is that the person is already dead. They see that the only thing that is still active is a puppet. This can only be done by a necromancer. The people at Carlo Royal Academy obviously do not. There will be necromancers, otherwise they won't have to work so hard.
The other is that all they see are illusions, and there are no dead people at all. If this is the case, then they are likely to be in the illusion. The illusion array that can deceive three saint-level powerhouses at the same time is definitely not simple, it should be of the illusion level.
The two hurriedly released their mental power, only to find that their mental power seemed to be in a quagmire, and it was difficult to move. Especially the man in black, he is a saint-level powerhouse, but he is a saint warrior. Spiritual power is not a strong point. If the spiritual power is less than ten meters in radius, he can no longer go deep.
The reason why I only found out that my group was in the illusion is mainly because there are two spiritual masters in the camp of Carlo Royal Academy. Holy Magisters are very sensitive to mental power fluctuations. If they use mental power rashly, it is very likely that the effect of sneak attack will not be achieved.
But now that they are in the illusion, they naturally have no scruples. The other party must have discovered them long ago. Even if they haven't found out in advance, when they step into the illusion and trigger the illusion, they will also let the arrayer know, which is equivalent to everyone knows.
Since the sneak attack fails, it can only be turned into a strong attack. The people who were put in for the sneak attack before may not die and have been caught. What they see now is only the illusion brought to them by the illusion.
"Deli Leka, old friends are here, don't you come out and meet? Is this your way of hospitality?" The black-clothed man's eyes changed, his body rose into the sky, and he shouted.
There was silence all around, and all the men who had been assassinated just now suddenly disappeared, leaving only an empty camp. The only response to him was the occasional crackle of the blazing campfire.
"Aren't you going to show up yet? You don't think that a small phantom can easily trap me? If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being polite!" The black man's purple vindictiveness is lingering, obviously Is a holy warrior.
There is a difference between the upgraded illusion and the real illusion. The illusion needs to be placed in accordance with a certain rule with various auxiliary materials to form the illusion. As long as the material is exhausted, or the front eye is destroyed, it will cause the magic array to fail.
The black-clothed saint obviously wants to use force to forcibly consume the materials of the phantom array, if luck destroys the array's eyes, that would be even better.
"Huh!" The black-clothed holy warrior snorted coldly. Deli Laika's non-response obviously angered him. His fingers were slightly bent, and his palms were facing the ground. Purple of light poured down toward the ground as if they didn't need money.
The purple ball of light hit the ground with a deafening roar, and the ground instantly became dusty, and a large number of camps were bombarded into fragments.
To everyone's surprise, the camp had been shattered, but no one's body was found, and even the people who had been sent to the camp to sneak attack disappeared.
In fact, the people of Carlo Royal Academy did not hide. At this moment, Deli Laika and Yang Bing were leading the crowd standing on the ground watching the black-clothed saints in the sky go wild.
It turned out that the black-clothed saints in the sky were standing upside down in the sky at this moment under the influence of the illusion, pouring and attacking the sky. Those purple of light were all thrown into the air and exploded in the air. Naturally, they would not cause any harm to people on the ground.
If the black-clothed holy warrior was standing on the ground and using his skills, it would be almost impossible for the demon to achieve this step. The difference in strength between them was too big, which made him confused and hallucinated.
But after the black-clothed holy warrior ascended into the sky, it was different. Without the support of the earth, the direction of the person in the air was originally blurred, not to mention the visual effects he saw had a great impact on him.
"Come back!" The call sounded like metal rubbing from the ground, and it was the man in the black robe who spoke very little.
The black-clothed saint warrior seems to be unwilling, but there is no other way. This wave of his own attack has not brought any desired effect, and it must not change much even if it is done again.
And that person called him, he didn't dare not listen. Don't look at him giving orders in the team, in fact, the real behind-the-scenes is the man in black robes who doesn't speak much.
"This phantom array seems to be more difficult than imagined, but I believe that as long as I have enough time, I can definitely break it." The black-clothed saint warrior said unwillingly.
"No, they will appear soon." The hoarse and unpleasant voice stimulated the eardrums of the black-clothed saint warrior, but he did not look dissatisfied at all.
Sure enough, as soon as the black-robed man had finished speaking, the black-robed holy warrior felt a wave of fluctuations in the space in front of him, and then the teachers and students of the Carlo Royal Academy all appeared in the open space he had just attacked.
The reason why it is empty is because the camp has been put away, leaving only the wooden stakes fixed on the ground.
Obviously, his attack in the phantom array just now did not affect the land in front of him, and the people of Carlo Royal Academy still had plenty of time to collect the tent.
The black-clothed holy warrior had a feeling that the people at Carlo Royal Academy seemed to have known that they would come. A confident hunter turned into a prey to be slaughtered in an instant, and this felt uncomfortable.
In fact, Li Zhenbang wanted to dispel the phantom formation a long time ago. If he persisted for a second, countless gold coins were wasted, and the demon's mental power had already been consumed a lot.
But when everyone was about to get ready, it was when the black-clothed holy warrior lifted off and prepared to attack. At this time, if the illusion is lifted, everyone will suffer. Everyone was idle anyway, taking advantage of the gap in the attack of the black-robed holy warrior, and tidy up the camp.
"Deli Leka, you can finally give it up, do you remember me?" The black saint warrior gritted his teeth and looked at Deli Leka.
"I'm sorry, I haven't had the ability to remember the unknown soldiers." Deli Laika glanced at the black-clothed holy warrior, with a tone of disdain.
"You...huh! I was just a golden warrior back then, and you shouldn't remember it. But starting today, I will be your eternal nightmare." The black-clothed holy warrior took off his hat. , Showing a terrible head full of burn marks, without a single hair on his head.
In fact, this kind of injury, as a Saint-level powerhouse, can still rely on his own recovery ability to recover, but he needs to experience some pain. It is necessary to cut off the skin and flesh of the entire head, and then rely on the body's strong recovery ability to recover.
Of course, as long as he has money, he can also be recovered through acquired treatment. Light magic can completely heal him, but he needs very high-level healing magic.
"Deli Leka, the reason why I have not been restored to my original appearance is to always be alert to myself. When I kill you, when will I choose to restore my appearance! Now that the opportunity is here, I will not let you go!" The black-clothed holy warrior panted heavily, and his eyes were full of killing intent when he looked at Deli Leka.
"It's really nonsense. After talking about it for a long time, you still didn't say who you are?" Deli Leka pulled out his ears, looking impatient.
The black-clothed holy warrior's breath stagnated, and he said fiercely: "Deli Leka, you remember it to me, my name is Cromwell!"
"Cromwell?" Deli Leka said silently several times, feeling that the name seemed familiar.
Suddenly, Delileka's eyes lit up, his brows frowned, and he stared at the black-clothed holy warrior, and said in disbelief, "You didn't die? And you broke through the barrier of the golden warrior."
"You finally remembered me. The injuries on my head are all thanks to you. Don't worry, I will not let you die so happy!" Cromwell sneered at Deli Leka.
Cromwell's body trembled slightly due to excitement. The eyes staring at Deli Laika seemed to be staring at a lamb to be slaughtered, as if he had already grabbed Deli Laika in his palm.
"Shameless gangsters, bullying men and women, murdering people and surpassing goods, doing all the evil. I didn't expect that I didn't burn you to death, but let you escape. It seems that your nature has not changed. I am afraid that you have added a lot of souls to your men?" Delileka clenched his fists, and the power of the Saint-Rank came out faintly.
Seeing Deli Leka's appearance and hearing what he said, Li Zhenbang understood that this Cromwell is probably not a good thing, and there must be an unforgettable story between him and the teacher.
"Teacher, do you know his origin?" Li Zhenbang didn't bother Deli Laika, but asked Yang Bing's sleeve gently.