Chapter 370

Field's body is full of black air, and the power of fear makes him have a kind of oppressive momentum.

Kalanchi was a little flustered. After all, his biggest backstage, Marcy, was sitting on the ground, blushing like constipation and unable to speak.

Field didn't expect to borrow the loophole brought by the spirit so well. He had a feeling that he had made money.

"Killing these two people can cause qualitative change." Field knows that there are not many people who know his name in the college capital, but only about 5% of the people who fear the name know it.

Those people believe in the Sorcerer's house and other organizations. In their eyes, he is a clown. He seems to be very fierce. But once the superior is serious, he is just a guy who can be easily cleaned up. Naturally, such a person is not worthy of fear.

But once he killed the people in the mage's house, the meaning was different. His danger level rose sharply. Those who knew it would have more or less worries. If they had worries, they would not be far away.

From the information obtained there, let field also has ambition. He knows that if he can become a synonym for the fear of the whole city and even the whole world, he can also become a God.

If he can't, he'll end up a clown.

If you kill these two people, you can break down Rogge's last resistance and gain more fear. Why not.

Kalanchi stretched out his sharp fingernails and cut his fingers directly. Some blood splashed out, then turned into red cones and flew to field.

The blood magic that malchi is proficient in is infused into his own blood and exerts various kinds of magic on the carrier of blood.

"You are too young." Field's black gas disturbance, the hand directly holds the blood cone, the black gas entangles the blood cone, the blood cone turns into powder and disperses.

The broad hand held karange's neck directly. Under his skin, there was a blood color. The magical blood coagulated under the skin and turned into the strongest armor.

The sound of broken glass sounded in his neck. Field raised his hand, and the black air on his body surged toward the hand. At the same time, the corner of his mouth cocked slightly and said, "do you feel the breath of death? He is calling for you, your death sign is shining

"Don't expect to scare me." Kalanchi felt that the protection of the skin layer was broken a little, and the time limit of the blood skin was limited. Even if the blood skin was not broken, it would be fatal. After all, people are just human beings. They can do many things by magic, but there are still some things they can't do.

This blood clotting spell interferes with the normal operation of life. If it is not removed within the effective time limit, it will only damage your own life.

"But your heart is not like this, he is telling me, you are afraid of death, you are afraid of me." Field's hands grew more and more black, and then a blow fell, and karange's skin cracked like a spider's web.

Malchi's face became more and more red. All his energy was put into the operation of the recuperation array. If he usually had some slight regurgitation at most, it would be the magic whirlpool, and all of them would be broken.

Now a multiple-choice question is put in front of malchi, either watching his son die in front of him, and then he is killed by that bastard, or he gives up adjusting the array, causing a magic whirlpool, and we all die together.

Throw away all the feelings. Intellectually, the second choice is right, but if you add in all the clutter, which one is right, it becomes blurred.

"I didn't come at the right time." All of a sudden, a voice rang out. Field raised his eyebrows and saw a man in his twenties. He had scars on his body. His face was cold. He was not too frightened by the current situation.

"Cade, come and help." Kalanchi recognized this man, his elder brother, the leader of the mud organization, who was also abandoned by Marche.

"Teacher, you taught me that the essence of garbage man is inferior, and this kind of inferiority permeates into the blood." Instead of doing it, Cade went to the bookshelf on the other side and opened a secret door.

"Dear Mr. field, I don't think you mind if I take something." Cade said to field first, and then went straight into the chamber of Secrets: "teacher, I'm such a bad garbage man, naturally, I'm going to get rid of your kind of superior."

"Help yourself." Field is not stupid. He is very easy to deal with a kalanchi. If there is another card, there may be an accident. Most of the mage's treasures are useless. Therefore, field does not intend to provoke the enemy for no reason. Even if he wants to make Cade feel scared, he has to wait until this is settled.

"Cade, that's why you can't win me!" Kalanchi's heart turns and immediately stimulates Cade. Is it because he lost to himself that he was deprived of his inheritance right? With this stimulation, he may be able to make changes.

"No, no, no, for the teacher, this character is what he needs. The only reason I lost to you is that we have different blood lines." "I've been with the teacher since I was a child. I know what the teacher looked like when he was young, and I know the teacher very well. At least he is better than his so-called best friend, your" father. ""Teacher, what you make up really exists and affects the fate of you and your son." Without too much greed, Cade left with his things.

Leaving behind the unsustainable malchi, and the blood armor gradually broken kalanchi.

With the roar and the roar of field's laughter, Cade stepped out of Marche's phalanx and passed blari's corpse, with an unprecedented clarity of vision and a smile on his face.

"Field, brary, brewer, karange, tut, tut, if I'm really right, that's horrible." As he said that, the smile on card's face gradually faded, because it was not a good thing for him to say such a terrible thing.

A sense of danger appeared in card's body. He realized that he was also facing a choice. At the beginning, in the garbage man, he perceived the crisis, took malchi's hand, became his disciple, and escaped the fate of other garbage people and children being sacrificed in blood.

Now there seems to be a new crisis.

So Cade changed his route and went all the way to Mobius college, where he saw a carriage waiting for someone.

With a slight pause, Cade stepped forward, knocked on the wooden frame of the carriage, and said slowly, "Lord Negri, I am..."

Before Cade had finished, the carriage curtains were lifted, revealing Negri's face and the unexpected smile.

"I'm going to a dinner party and I'm short of a coachman. Is Cade interested in working for me?"

Cade was cold, and he had not directly contacted Negri, but Negri had given his name, which at least showed that Cade was in his observation, which could explain a lot of things.

There are not too many coincidences in this world, and how to choose can be determined.

Cade bent down, saluted Negri and said, "it's my pleasure to serve you."

As the carriage gradually moved away, the golden ball lying on Cade's neck came back to Negri. Negri and it both appreciated the smart people who knew how to make progress.

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