Chapter 143： mask

A pale and slender hand pressed against the gate of Ailan Hill Castle, dressed in a silver robe with a huge magic circle on it, with a strange mask on his face, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Then he opened the heavy door.

"!" Inside the gate, a guard soldier shot the masked scary magician in the face, but the bullet was flew out by the magic circle on the mask and landed not far away. on the ground.

"Get out of the way!" A hoarse and desperate voice that couldn't hear men and women seemed to come from the man's chest, echoing throughout the hall of the castle. The man swung a wind blade backhand and hit the body of the guard.

The sharp invisible blade cut open the abdomen of the Ailan Hill guards, cut him off, and his intestines and internal organs rolled out instantly, falling to the ground and rolling out a long way.

The magician with the heavy mask didn't even glance at the two corpses on the ground, but he raised his foot and walked upstairs to the stairs in the hall. Above his head is a huge chandelier, with countless electric lights dotted in it, looking very luxurious.

Suddenly, at the corner of the stairs, the mage stopped his footsteps, his pale and sickly slender hand pressed against the cold marble handrail of the stairs, and his whole body was slightly bent.

"Ah..." The mage's breathing became painful and rapid, and it seemed that his body was suffering tremendously. Because of this painful torture, the body covered by the magic robe began to twist, and all the muscles tightened, fighting the terrible pain.

"Huhu...huhu..." As if a drowning man finally stuck his mouth out of the water, the weird mage with a mask reluctantly breathed, and the skin on his hands began to crack.

On the back of the hand, which already looked very sick, a blue liquid similar to lava boiled in the cracks, roasting the snow-white skin, and then in the next second, these wounds miraculously healed, and then cracked again. Open.

"This...really...a...painful...journey..." After standing there for almost half a minute, the masked magician barely recovered. He murmured this emotion in a hoarse voice, then raised his foot slowly and walked up the stairs.

As if carrying a heavy load, the magician who didn't seem to be strong walked up the stairs step by step, and then stood at the end of the corridor. Blocked in this corridor was a group of stg-44 assaults. Guard soldier with rifle.

"Huh..." he took a long breath. The masked magician seemed to be entangled with what kind of method he had to use to walk through this long corridor that didn't seem easy to walk. In the end, the magician was still Taking a step forward, a circle of golden magic circle filled his body.

These magic circles are like shields blocking the front of the magician, and then become huge in front of countless flying bullets, extending into the surrounding walls. A dense array of bullets hit the magic circle, distorting the inscription on it.

However, as if embedded in the air, these bullets just hovered inside the magic circle. As the magic circle faded away, another brand new magic circle formed behind the magic circle. The styles are exactly the same.

"Let... open..." Under the heavy mask, the hoarse inaudible voice sounded again, suppressing the sound of all the weapons firing: "You ants...it's just... looking for death. road……"

Unfortunately, no one stopped, some soldiers were pouring firepower, while others began to change their magazines. They cooperated tacitly, maintained the continuity of firepower, and did not give the other party any chance to fight back.

The densely packed bullets hit the defensive magic circle, making the magic begin to dim. In front of this masked magician, the third defensive magic circle formed quietly without any delay.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to waste!" The sound of neither Yin nor Yang sounded again, and then under the silver magic robe, the pale palm was stretched out again, and a cold mist was in that hand. Condensation on the palm, the temperature of the entire corridor began to drop.

In the next second, from between the cold palms, countless cones of ice began to gush out and flew towards the Royal Guards of Ailan Hill who kept firing.

Ice cones like bows and arrows penetrated the body of these guards, knocking them to the ground one by one. After only a few seconds, there was no sound of stg-44 assault rifles firing in the entire corridor, and no screams of soldiers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) It sounded as if someone was cutting the flesh and blood of this magician with a knife.

"I hate this place! I hate this place! Ah...!" The pale hand propped on the wall that had been shattered by the magic circle, and the tragic voice echoed throughout the corridor. The terrifying voice of this magician screaming alone, looked so strange in the corridor full of corpses.

On the other side of the corridor, Chris pushed open the door with a pale face. Across the dense corpses lying on the ground, he looked at the magician with a mask on the other end who kept screaming. The expression on his face was wonderful. Up.

The opponent's powerful air force made Ailan Hill's air force helpless, and could even kill hundreds of guards alone and enter the castle. But now the magician stood there and let out a scream, as if he was beating him...

Finally, the feeling of desperation was suppressed, and the screams finally stopped, and the magician held on to the wall for a few breaths before barely standing on his own body.

Immediately afterwards, the hoarse voice spoke again, with a hint of curiosity, as if looking at a brand new creature: "You are really different! I can see light in you...a fascinating light !"

Chris frowned suspiciously. Hearing the strange voice of the other party, no one had ever told him that he could still shine. The other party came to him with such a way of blocking and killing the Buddha. Is it because he wanted to tell him "You will shine" this matter?

The magician seemed very weak, and his voice trembled: "I can't live here. The air here makes me unable to breathe. The energy in my body is about to swallow my fragile body..."

"For me, this is simply hell. But seeing you here, I think the suffering on the road seems to be worth it." Behind the mask, the voice suppressed the pain and said slowly.

"Ah! Damn!" The last violent moan even changed its tone because of the pain, and the air around the magician began to become agitated. The exposed palm seemed to explode soon, and the skin on it was squeezed into shape by the surging energy inside.

"Can kill you, all of this is worth it... Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" The other party seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be answering Chris' words. In extreme pain, this The masked wizard was jealous and excited about the success he was about to achieve.

It seems that he is really going to die here today. The other party can find this room all the way, and what he said is radiating light, that is, there is a special tracking method, even if he hides, he can't avoid it. Thinking of this, Chris opened his mouth and asked the magician unwillingly: "Are you here to kill me?"

"Yes! Of course I am here to kill you...your existence...is a crime that threatens this world...must be wiped out..." In front of Chris, the magician stretched out his arm and put it on his palm. The magic circle began to become clear.

As the magic circle gradually became clear, some anxious electric arcs began to appear around the circular magic circle. It seemed that the opponent wanted to use a very fast lightning magic to end Chris, the traverser.

"Farewell, mortal!" As the magic circle became clearer and clearer, the voice behind the mask sounded again, with a trace of pride. A flash spewed out from his magic circle and hit Chris directly.

In an instant, a golden light appeared next to Chris, and a golden magic circle rotating in a round spell shrouded him in front of him. The deadly lightning struck the defensive magic circle, bursting out a dazzling light.

"Damn..." Seeing the magic circle rising from Chris, the masked magician took a step back. Then he raised his other arm, and both hands raised huge magic circles.

"Boom!" Two huge fireballs flew out of the magic circle, steaming the surrounding air, and hit the magic circle in front of Chris. However, after being hit by the fireball technique, the defensive magic circle in front of Chris did not show any tendency to weaken, but instead emitted a stronger light.

Immediately afterwards, a hand protruded from behind Chris, and a dazzling light burst from the palm of his hand. A powerful lightning rushed out like a serpent, past the magic circle in front of Chris, and hit the opponent's body. .

A piece of exploding ashes dispersed, and the masked magician who attacked Chris staggered back a few steps. Chris finally got used to the magical battle of this day and turned his face to look behind him.

There, a robe magician who also wore a mask just retracted his slender palm.