He can clearly smell the strong smell of exotic energy from the scarlet mantis. He smelled it when he entered Fredred. He didn’t know what it was then, but now it’s called emptiness.
Recently, he has suppressed the murder of Chen Senran, but when he saw that the whole body was covered with virtual energy labels that would destroy the whole world, he was prepared to deal with the kobold who was singing terrible spells in Amb Lee and released it again.
Calcas is a little confused now. He thinks he may be really old and his brain is not enough. He can’t tell who the real enemy is.
"Are you surprised?" Chen Senran also obviously sensed calcas’s vision. He could clearly feel the energy of calcas’s hand condensed and dispersed. Although he still couldn’t figure out what happened to calcas for the time being.
But that situation must have something to do with the lovely Mr. Kazik.
"I’m surprised." calcas nodded seriously. He stopped looking at Thurss, who should be the current enemy, but turned his eyes to Mr. Chen Senran. He tried to see through the young man’s heart with his eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of life for hundreds of years
"Is there a problem?" Chen Senran felt something bad because he felt that calcas looked at his eyes and there was a trace of the deepest darkness and snow, and he couldn’t hide the murder. Although the murder was at first, it was enough for Chen Senran to be uneasy.
For whatever reason, if calcas defected to the front … Chen Senran quietly clenched his waist emerald sword and looked at Lao Du on the other side.
Lao Du still didn’t say anything. He just stood quietly like stagnant water and melted into the night. Looking at Chen Senran and calcas with Amb Lee was like watching a wonderful opera with a sudden gorgeous reversal.
No one spoke again, leaving calcas’s eyes overflowing with red light and Katzke’s dark scarlet, which dyed the whole night in tandem.
That light is bright enough
Of course, Thurss also found the three of them, but the kobold may have discovered the contradiction in the enemy’s department or he didn’t take Chen Senran and them seriously. He was still indifferent to them and quietly and steadily murmured some incomprehensible spells. The dark red shone like a flame from his palm and poured into Kazk’s body with increasingly weak scarlet light.
Dikazik has no longer struggled. It has evolved that every inch of bone is as perfect, delicate and hard as the sharpest blade. Scarlet joints rustle under the influence of those dark red lights.
It’s like the hardest stone has been accelerated by 100 times and the weathering rate by 1000 times in the gale. Small scarlet bone fragments have fallen off its body, revealing the flesh and blood inside, but the flesh and blood have not flowed out. It’s like being dried, showing a dead gray solidification, as if it has been left for 100 years and can’t eat smoked meat.
Those bone fragments scattered in the snow like a broken red meteor.
It is foreseeable that when Thurss is given some more, poor Mr. Kazik will completely turn into a pile of red ashes and bury it forever in the cold snow and ice of Zhuode, Foehrer.
"Old ghost …" Chen Senran tried to say something to temporarily relieve calcas’s inexplicable emotions. After all, Mr. Kazik has passed his test. It can live and should live, which will increase Chen Senran’s many chips.
"Nothing" but calcas shook his head as if nothing had happened. He raised his hand again and a dark red light suddenly rushed out of his palm, drawing a mysterious straight line in the dark and rushing directly to Thurss.
If there is no accident, the arrogant kobold will be directly hit by that light and turn into a rotten mud.
However, accidents are always everywhere. When the light is three yards away from Thurs, it is blocked by a layer of dead gray aperture that suddenly appears, and it is divided into dozens of channels and dissipated in the air.
But this also prevented Thurss from continuing to cast spells. The dark red light in his hand dispersed and the spell in his mouth stopped. The gods stopped singing scarlet mantis, and his body was no longer weathered than its flesh and blood looked normal.
I can see that calcas’s blow was obviously a test that he didn’t carry out any further attacks. Looking at it, he slowly turned around and faced them head-on. Thurss bowed slightly. "Respect Mr. Thurss, the first person in God, and I, calcas, the death singer, challenge you."
If Chen Senran remembers correctly, it is said that declaring his name before the war was the highest standard duel etiquette during the Dematian Empire.
Looking at calcas, the old deathlessly, seems to have returned to normal. Chen Senran also put the murder that he just felt from him into his heart for the time being.
In fact, if it weren’t for direct work, Chen Senran believes that there is nothing he can’t solve.
Thurs’s face should show a Nai expression in the red light. He seems to be very disgusted with others interrupting his killing ceremony, but he nodded when he heard the slogan of calcas’s declaration of war. "Well, then you are the second."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand again, and a dead gray light filled the dark night from his hand.
The snow is very cold
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"calcas, I’ve heard of you." Thurs seems to be in no hurry to start work. He holds that little gray light in his palm and slowly waves it and says, "It is said that you are very accomplished in necromancy." His tone is slow and gentle, and it doesn’t seem to be a fight with people, but more like talking with a new friend.
"You flatter me." calcas didn’t mean to do it at all. He put his hands together after the dark red death ray, and put on a posture of talking to heaven. "I study death, but you study all the origins of life. Some of your life magic papers, such as" The Mechanism of Life Magic Human Body ",are all my desk readings." His tone is also unusually soothing and even sincere, as if he really appreciates the attitude of worshipping Thurss. It doesn’t look like an undead who has lived for hundreds of years and is knowledgeable, but like a new contact with magic.
"Oh, have you seen that … that’s all immature things that are worthless?" Thurss laughed with some surprise.
"Oh, don’t say that." calcas also laughed.
When they finish laughing, they hit it off. Good friends, not enemies.
Watching these two guys talk about Kan Kan instead of starting work, Chen Senran suddenly had some headaches. In his plan, he hoped that calcas and Lao Du would be together. After all, even after Kazik consumed a wave of Poseidon, there was always some loss of energy, and then the chances of winning together would be much greater.
It’s a pity that calcas took the lead in the challenge or the kind of ancient ceremony with the highest specifications, and suddenly exposed the trace of murder before him, which was tantamount to drawing a line between metaphysics and Chen Senran. Their alliance produced a crack and made Chen Senran completely lose his chance.
By Chen Senran can focus on Lao Du, hoping that this old guy can be a little more available and make direct moves.
But it’s a pity that this old guy, who didn’t pay attention to Chen Senran before, also looked at him this time. He held his hands and his face gave me a hint of interest. After laughing, he just continued to watch the drama.
So Chen Senran was completely passive. At this time, he complained that God was not there when he crossed. By the way, he gave him the ability to go against the sky, just like the hero in some other bad stories, so he could directly crush everything without looking at other people’s faces here.
Look at those two talking about sex, it seems that there is really a long academic discussion about magic. Damn guy Chen Senran can’t help but rub his temples restlessly, and he doesn’t know what. His spirit suddenly fluctuated at the moment, as if something bad was going to happen.
Now he really wants to get this shit done quickly and then go back and see if the girl sleeps well.
"Speaking of which, you may not believe it." Thurss is still laughing. While laughing, he makes the dead gray energy in his hand more flexible. "I have passed by your swamp three times, but I didn’t go in because of something. It’s really a pity to say."
"Oh, that’s really my loss." calcas is still laughing, and his hands are still in the wide sleeves. No one knows what kind of darkness is brewing inside. "Then we have to communicate well today." When it comes to the last word, calcas suddenly stopped laughing. He slowly pulled his hands out of the sleeves.
The wind in the air is dignified in vain, and there is a dull breath gathering around him, squeezing the air and slowing down the snow around him for several beats.
"Say yes." Thurss obviously felt the calcas signal and he stopped laughing.
Look at calcas’s metal gloves with an angle, those dark red light rushing out, he waved his hand, and all the gray light flew up when he was dead, and suddenly it filled his body. Three yards later, Kazik was released and reflected in the scarlet, which caused a fine dead gray fog.
When the fog finally took shape, calcas’s hand was finally liberated from his sleeve, and the dark red light completed a fine fog almost at the same time.
The gas was completely squeezed out of that area, and the snowflakes stagnated in the process. Two different color fogs * * collided with each other in a fancy way.
Kill hard
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Ten minutes later, the two pieces of fog were still there, as if nothing had happened, no thunder and lightning, no landslides.
Snow or snow or ground
These two guys were talking about life magic a moment ago, and all the origins were profound. When they couldn’t understand things, they moved their hands, but they didn’t seem as powerful as they said. They looked at each other in the fog like mental derangement rather than approaching the man of God.
It’s just thunder and little rain.
However, Chen Senran knows that this is the real master duel. He vaguely feels that those dead gray and dark red fog should be the substantial performance of the so-called ultimate source of energy in many energies.
And the stagnation of wind and snow near them should be the result of this world rule being rejected by their own rules.
This is a really high-level battle, but I have to admit it’s really a chat. As Valerian is well known, even watching an ant fight is more interesting than watching a top summoner fight.
Chen Senran remembers that he once turned to a documentary literature book called "Seven Years of Itching" in Obsidian Library. It is said that two great summoners sat in a duel and confronted each other for seven years. Finally, one of them vomited blood and died inexplicably.
Perhaps the writer did his best to record every detail in order to reflect this documentary, and wrote more than one million words in all.
But it’s a pity that there’s probably nothing to explode. This whole article is "The master moved one on the 15th" and "The master moved one for the 357th time on the 20th".
Summoner duel chat can be seen.
A whole magic time passed.
Those two great gods still stand there like sculptures, and the fog is thick and scattered.
Chen Senran yawned and looked at the same yawning Lao Du.