"Die! The monster''s voice suddenly exploded in Vincent''s head. The white ball of light was


    close at hand, but the muscles of the mage''s whole body still could not hide the trembling.


    His legs and body were not controlled by his thinking, and there was no possibility of avoiding


    the attack.


    However, because the monster has just consumed a lot of heart, he has been on Vincent''s


    mental impact finally appeared a crack and gap. Once the burning pain had left Vincent''s


    brain, the young wizard finally had a moment''s respite.


    Although the control over the body was gone, Jingjin''s arm did not tremble under the


    influence of the mental shock. At the command of the mage''s brain, he quickly raised himself


    and placed himself between the light ball and Vincent''s forehead.


    There is an impact from the arm, hit by this high energy force, as if being continuously hit by


    a strong current. The Mage''s weak legs could no longer support the weight of his body, and


    under the impact of this force, Vincent was knocked straight through the air, crashing into the


    bar.


    "Finally solved you, human." The monster trudged forward, slowly approaching the collapsed


    bar of the hotel. The tentacles on his jaw shook as he looked at the sorcerer buried under the


    shards of stone.


    "Who says I''m solved?" ''said a voice behind the monster, with a slight sneer in it.'' Show me


    your true colors. ''


    ''Your true form? I don''t understand what you''re talking about." The monster turned around


    and was surprised to see Vincent standing in front of him as though he was completely intact.


    "Where on earth did you cast this spell? To be able to attack my mind directly from a distance.


    Suggestive enchantment and Psychic enchantment are really a good combination." Vincent


    keeps pounding the ground with his wand of Power, making a rhythmic thump. "But you''ve


    created a monster with too many holes in it."


    ''Holes? What loophole could I have?" The monster cocked its head and looked puzzled. "Can


    you tell me what this so-called loophole you see?"


    ''Shall I tell you?'' Vincent grinned and showed two rows of teeth, "But people who mess with


    me come to a bad end. Before you die, I will tell you the main thing."


    "My mother tongue is not the lingua franca, so remember that the next time you try to imitate


    telepathic calls!" Vincent said these words, suddenly accelerated forward, put the wand of


    power against the monster, his right hand palm up, a floating text of the silver ball generated


    in the spin.


    The monster''s body was directly touched by other objects, which immediately became blurred


    and slowly disappeared like steaming water vapor.


    ''Want to run? No way!" Vincent knows that enemies must be destroyed, especially those who


    can be attacked from a distance using magic. He uses the Wand of Power as a medium to


    deliver the source of magic energy directly to the figures of monsters.


    The monster''s shadow immediately becomes clear again and appears vividly in front of


    Vincent. At such a close distance, every fold of the creature''s skin could be clearly seen, and


    the way the blue-purple slime slid over him made him look even more revolting.


    The original power of magic was constantly flowing into the creature, affecting those far away


    who were performing the spell. In a magic lab next to the Black Crystal Tower, the dark elf


    Jaril is sweating as he struggles to control the crystal ball in front of him. His original plan was


    to use magic to create an illusion, but for some reason, Vincent turned a blind eye to all


    illusions. He wasted many spells without any effect. In a fit of rage. Jaril pulls out a magic scroll,


    a powerful enchant, and attacks the human mage directly with the help of a peephole. Only


    by destroying the other''s consciousness can he become his slave -- a step that Yariel, who


    has a great "sexual interest" in Vincent, wants to take. Unexpectedly, the dark elf, who had


    absolute confidence to win, revealed his flaws and was unconsciously taken back the initiative


    by humans.


    In particular, the energy now acting on the crystal ball can actually strengthen the effect of


    the newly possessed spell, so that it will not disappear, which originally wanted to escape from


    the shell of Yariel was surprised. Vaguely, the Dark elf sensed that his spell was about to strike


    back, and he had no confidence that he would survive if this powerful spell were to strike its


    user.


    With no choice but to concentrate, he repeated the spell of the previous spell over and over


    again, hoping to stop the force of the backlash.


    Vincent continues to inject energy into the monster''s body, and compared to the caster,


    Vincent has absolute confidence that he can win this spell stalemate. If the opponent wants


    to gain control, he must concentrate all his brain power and never let up. You need to be


    relaxed and happy with your energy. Unless his energy is exhausted, victory must belong to


    Vincent.


    Is it possible to drain the power of the source of magic? It may happen one day, but not today.


    He trembled uncontrollably, not because he could not bear the pressure of the powerful


    energy, but because he felt excited. The excitement was like that of a freed prisoner standing


    again on the vast expanse of earth, bathed in the warmth of the sun. The power of the staff


    is fully exercised, and the continuous magic continues to wash and transform the staff of


    Power.


    "Gotcha! Vincent sipped softly. He felt the other''s weakness. The shadowy caster could no


    longer hold on. The other was beginning to lose its resistance to the energy. Vincent sped up


    the spin of the silver orb in his palm, sharply increasing the intensity of the energy output.


    Suddenly, the image of the monster in front of Vincent disappears, and his magic can''t seem


    to find its target. Vincent smiled, for in a moment there was going to be a loud explosion.


    That day, the inhabitants of Prudence City enjoyed a great explosion. One of the houses next


    to the Black Crystal Tower was somehow blown up into the air at once by a powerful blast.


    The continuous roar shook the ears of the inhabitants, and one wave after another made


    many of them unsteady on their feet.


    The house that was blasted into the sky is still exploding in the air, lightning, fireballs and ice


    storms continue to appear, as if there is an angry invisible dragon caught the house to the


    sky, and then a little bit to tear it to pieces. As the debris fell from the sky, no one was able to


    find anything larger than the palm of his hand.


    At this time, Vincent is standing in the doorway of the pub, looking at the huge "fireworks" in


    This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.the city. There was no need to find out who had attacked him. The mage was confident that


    his attacker was already broken to pieces.


    In an alley next to the tavern, Oros watched with amazement. He and Jaril had agreed that if


    the mage could resist Jaril''s magical attacks -- and he didn''t know that Jaril had used the


    spell scrolls at the bottom of the chest -- it would be the mage''s turn to deal with him. But


    the explosion apparently took place next to the Blackcrystal Tower, and the silver flames that


    soared into the sky marked exactly where Jariel lived. The first steps taken by Oros, who


    wanted to attack Vincent, suddenly shrank back. Although he likes confrontation and


    challenge, he does not like to die.


    Vincent''s discerning eye had found Oros hiding on the street corner. Noticing his hesitation,


    the mage said, "Come out, Oros, what is it that you have come to see me about?"


    The dark elf did not answer, but turned and left Vincent''s sight.


    Back in the hall, Stonelegs was still unconscious. Vincent refrained from vomiting blood and


    brought out the floater reel, which carried the body of the innkeeper toward the temple.


    The explosion also alerts Hardy and Mark, who are searching for the underground guild, to


    rush out of the room and see the silver flames soaring into the sky, right near the Black Crystal


    Tower.


    "Hardy, could something have happened to Vincent?" Mark tugged at the corner of the


    soldier''s coat with a worried look on his face.


    "I don''t know," he said. Hardy looked in that direction. "Mark, what''s your gut saying, is it


    telling you something''s going to happen to Vincent?"


    "No, nothing is going to happen to Vincent." The dwarf thought for a moment and said, "But


    I''m still worried."


    "If he says he can protect himself, let''s believe him." Hardy smiled. "I have a feeling this silver


    fire is going to make a big difference."


    "What great change?"


    "I don''t know, but I have this familiar feeling. There is a powerful force slowly emerging, and


    the atmosphere now is just like when that cheap black dragon started hunting me."


    "Did you?


    .....................


    Vincent rubs his head and sits quietly in the temple of Drow. Although his final victory was


    "spectacular", it was not an overwhelming victory. At first, Vincent is indeed influenced by the


    magic of the other side, believing that the monster with great mental attacking power is


    attacking him. However, he later realizes that the source of magic in his body is in conflict


    with the spirit that the monster imbues, in exactly the same way that the energy of two magical


    systems interacts, which makes him question the authenticity of the monster in front of him.


    From the surprise at the beginning, and the fear in his heart when he saw this powerful


    creature, to the anxiety generated by the pressure attack, the mage Vincent seized the


    slightest flaw, got rid of the influence of the other side''s magic system, used the illusion to


    escape, and finally won the victory.


    Vincent''s head is still throbbing. With every heartbeat, he feels his skull expanding. His whole


    brain is like a balloon being squeezed outward, ready to explode. What''s more, he has just


    used up a lot of energy by fighting back with his magical source power, making it harder and


    harder for him to concentrate.


    The temple of the spider goddess is always dark, and the only shining place is Vincent''s


    floating dish, where Stone legs still lie quietly, motionless. Vincent''s reputation as a mage


    advisor to the First family helps, as several dark fairy priestesses salute the family crest worn


    around Vincent''s waist and rush off in search of a cure for Stonelegs. The poor old dwarf is


    finally freed from his status as a gladiator slave, and now in a coma, he makes another cameo


    as Vincent''s slave attendant.


    A moment later, two dark elves approached, a man and a woman. Vincent is surprised to find


    that Shelley is one of them. Taking off his warrior costume and laying down his sword, Shelley


    looked even more graceful in a priest''s robe. And the sacrificial robes of the Dark elves were


    more revealing than the armor -- they covered the feet, but slits down the sides to the thighs,


    revealing the curves of the legs; Their arms were bare, and their wrists were encrusted with


    mithril bracelets engraved with the emblem of the spider goddess; The neckline was cut low,


    and without the corset of armor, Shelley''s full chest seemed to leap out, straining her loose


    robe tightly.


    The dark elf beside him, however, looked older, especially since his face and figure were


    distinctly out of his age range. With insight, Vincent calculated the dark elf''s heart and lung


    function. It must still be a Drow in the prime of his life, but he did not know why his face had


    become like that of an old man.


    Amazingly, the male Drow was also dressed in the ceremonial robes of the spider goddess,


    but was wearing the insignia of a warrior on his left breast. According to the family insignia,


    he was a member of the second family. He walked casually by Shelley''s side, showing no


    respect or reverence for a dark fairy woman, but rather the same appearance as a man on


    the surface.


    Most intolerably, he places his hand on the Drow''s shoulder while calling her name.


    Vincent marveled at the audacity of the man. There were only two kinds of people who could


    do that in the Dark Elf City: crazy or crazy. The only difference between them was that the first


    kind of lunatics was dead, and the second kind of lunatics would not live much longer.


    ''Hello, Vincent, we meet again,'' he said. Shelley spoke with a serious expression, as if she had


    only met Vincent once before and had no special relationship with him.


    "Oh! So you are the mage from the Earth! My name is Somizar, and I am the second son of


    the second family. I will take more care of my younger brother in the future!" The dark elf


    held out his hand to shake hands with Vincent.


    Vincent looked at the dark Elf in front of him with doubts. No one on the surface world spoke


    like that, let alone a Drol. This abrupt way of speaking and acting did not appear in any custom,


    as if it came from another world.


    Somizar wanted to shake Vincent''s hand and naturally took a step forward, holding Shelley


    back. The female Dark Elf took the opportunity to wink at Vincent. She moved back and forth


    with her right fingers together and her index finger stretched out across her delicate white


    neck.


    ''Help me get rid of him, please...'' Shelley says with a look in her eyes.