Arcane Journey

A milky white divine light emerged.

Brian immediately felt that the burning pain in his arm disappeared, replaced by a gentle divine power that was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't just stand there and watch, help me deal with him together." After recovering from his injuries, Brian immediately shouted to the female elf who was hiding not far away watching the show like an old man.

"Didn't we already discuss this before? I'm just here to give you the truth." Avilia glanced at Brian, who looked slightly anxious, crossed her arms, tapped her high leather boots on the ground, and hummed:
"In other words, I am your hidden trump card. Have you ever seen a battle where your trump card is revealed so quickly?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to help Brian.

Just recalling the other party's rude behavior towards her before, and just now in front of so many people, saying that she was wearing breast-enhancing whalebone lining, which made her unable to get off the stage, made her angry and itchy.

I finally found the opportunity to retaliate against him, how could I let it go.

In this case, Avilia naturally wanted Brian to suffer more before preparing to take action.

Seeing that this woman was still holding a grudge, Brian didn't bother to answer her anymore. After all, the confrontation just now gave him a rough idea of ​​the true strength of the Soul Conjurer.

With the female elf in charge, there is no problem in dealing with him alone.

Don't waste time.

He took out the remaining three ice arrow talismans, turned them into ice arrows filled with cold air, and shot them towards the Soulcaller.

The spiritualist on the other side was secretly surprised when he saw that Brian could actually use strange paper to cast spells. He couldn't help but wonder who this strange druid was and why he had never seen it before. He actually has such a weird ability.

Especially the five fireballs that sneaked up on him.

The divine protection that he could only release once a month almost fell into the bombardment of a series of fireballs.

This made him vaguely realize that this person was probably a druid in disguise, because the guardians who were obsessed with protecting nature would never participate in the battle of civilization.

Facing these dozen ice arrows, the Soulcaller was a little unprepared and could only hurriedly hold up an energy shield to offset them.

While blocking the attack, in order to see the true face of the enemy, he quickly took out a small piece of ointment made of honey and lotus from his pocket and smeared it on his eyes.

"See the true face!"

As a spiritual light flashed across the Spiritualist's eyes, he suddenly showed a surprised expression, "You are indeed not a Druid. It turns out to be you, a wandering wizard who likes to set up a stall in Winter Town."

"Based on your ability, you still want to fight against me." The Soulcaller secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sneered again and again:

"Ignorant guy, you still dare to confront me, today I will let you return to the embrace of the Lord of the End of All Things!..."

Brian didn't expect the other party to talk so much nonsense. Faced with the priest's crazy trash talk at him, he ignored it and silently operated his skills, preparing to prepare a big move that could kill him in one blow.

"Swinging viscera!"

Although the spirit summoner kept talking, the movements of his hands were not idle either. An evil negative energy surged out from his palms, and then his withered palms suddenly clenched into fists.

When the spiritualist clenched his hands into fists, Brian, who was preparing a spell, suddenly felt that he seemed to be possessed by an invisible and terrifying energy. Then he felt suffocating pain in his internal organs, and he broke out in cold sweat. Pale faces flow down the river.

"How can mortals like you not be able to resist the inner pain caused by death." The Soulcaller sneered at the corner of his mouth and continued to increase the intensity of his spell attacks. "You will die in painful wails..."

As the intensity of the attack increased, Brian was suddenly bent over in pain and lying on the ground, like a ripe lobster.

However, even so, he still endured the severe pain and pinched out a spell with difficulty.

The scorching heat suddenly filled the air, making the spiritualist feel something was wrong.He seemed to realize something.

His expression changed, and he activated the 'Dimension Jump' spell without hesitation and disappeared five meters away.

The moment he disappeared, a blazing flame soared into the sky from the place where he disappeared, burning violently and emitting high temperatures that made the Soulcaller feel pain on his face even from a distance of five meters.

Although Brian's spell was successfully dodged by the spiritualist, fortunately for him, the pain of being guided dissipated like a tide.

He took a deep breath, and with a thought, the flying sword that had been inserted into the stone wall was freed from its restraints, spinning lightly, leaving a beautiful trajectory in the air, turning into a rainbow of light, and stabbing towards the Soulcaller again.

At this moment, the Soulcaller, who had gradually reached the end of his strength, faced this attack that made his heart palpitate. Unable to avoid it, he could only grit his teeth and resist.

Accompanied by a crisp collision sound, the already dim shield of piety, which slightly blocked the thrust of the flying sword, shattered in response. The Soulcaller also quickly took advantage of the opportunity of the flying sword being slightly deviated from the attack track to strike on the spot. Get out, narrowly dodge this fatal blow

Then, he gritted his teeth and without hesitation took out a palm-sized skull, injected a trace of negative energy, and threw it into the air.

With the injection of evil energy, the skull suddenly enlarged in size and floated in mid-air, as if it had come alive, with pale will-o'-the-wisps leaping out of the deep-set eye sockets.

ーー "Death Scream Technique!"

The ugly mouth of the skull suddenly opened to the extreme, and the aura of death filled with fear and despair erupted.

For a moment.

Brian was so frightened that he lost control of his flying sword and fell to the ground. Many horrific scenes appeared in his mind, including mountains of corpses, seas of blood and white bones, as well as various cruel and terrifying scenes.

However, as a time traveler who has traveled through many times, his soul and spiritual will have long since become extremely powerful.

This level of fright did not pose much of a threat to him.

Others weren't so lucky.

Within five meters of the surrounding area, whether it was the unlucky ones who survived or the seriously injured people lying on the ground, basically everyone was frightened to death by this terrifying death energy.

Even those who had good willpower and were lucky enough to survive fell into a state of fear, like headless flies, bumping their heads against the wall, and fainted in a funny way.

"You actually resisted my fear of death!"

Seeing Brian who was safe and sound, the spiritualist opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

His facial muscles were tense and his heartbeat was racing. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and his face was full of fear and shock.

Although he had no hope that this one-time death spell could scare the opponent to death, at least it would not cause any problem if he fell into a state of fear.

Who would have thought that the opponent's willpower would be so strong that he was exempted from his attack.

After being shocked, he quickly calmed down.

After all, the spell just now bought him some time to prepare the next spell.

The spiritualist took out a chain forged from bones and steel and threw it into the air.

The clattering chain, under the influence of the spells and spell-casting movements in his mouth, turned into a blood-red chain condensed from death energy, making a shrill wail and winding towards Brian. (End of chapter)