Godly System: From Fire to God

Chapter 22: The Battle Situation Rolls Over

"What! You actually know magic!"

Seeing the light in the quiet palm, the civet cat patriarch was taken aback, and his face suddenly became a little flustered.

"Flaming Holy Spear!"

Qingyou snorted softly, and a bunch of compressed flames the thickness of an arm spurted out of her palm, heading straight for the civet cat patriarch.

This skill is an attack skill that Lin Mo spent three skill points to learn for Qingyou. This compressed flame has extremely strong penetration, and it has a miraculous effect in the face of this arrangement of enemies.

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The blazing holy spear penetrated directly from the chest of the civet cat patriarch, leaving a hole the size of a bowl in his chest. The edge of the hole was completely scorched by the flames. The civet cat patriarch did not even snort, and violently burst out on the spot. shoot.

The blazing holy spear that pierced the civet cat patriarch remained unabated, and after it penetrated more than a dozen people in a row, it burst open, splashing countless sparks on the surrounding people, causing a lot of damage.

After this spell, the entire lineup on the opposite side was in chaos.

With a cold face, Qingyou opened his bows from left to right, and quickly projected three fiery holy spears.

She had long vowed to dedicate her whole body and mind to the great God of Fire, but the civet cat patriarch dared to make a rude remark, and Qingyou was naturally very angry.

All the four blazing holy spears were shot into the crowd of the civet cats. More than a dozen civet cats were killed on the spot, and the remaining 300 people suffered burns of varying degrees.

After using the skill four times in a row, even though Qingyou is a third-order magician, the magic power in her body is somewhat deficient, her face suddenly turned pale, and she began to gasp for breath.

"The patriarch is dead!"

"They have magicians!"

"Run!"

The quiet one-shot attack ended, and the opponent turned the pot completely, and many soldiers fled around crying and shouting.

And the black cat clan and the gray cat clan who were forced to fight ran faster than anyone else, and quickly ran away and hid.

"Don't panic! The mage on the opposite side has no magic power! We still have the advantage of numbers! Let me calm down!"

A voice suddenly sounded in the chaotic camp of the tanuki.

"It's the young patriarch! The young patriarch is fine!"

The civet cat warriors who had found their backbone again gradually calmed down. They readjusted their formation and pulled out their weapons with gritted teeth.

"Brothers, kill me! Kill the mage on the opposite side, avenge the patriarch, and avenge the dead brother..."

The young civet cat patriarch raised the machete in his hand and shouted aggressively, but before the words fell, a black shadow suddenly swept down in the air. Before the young civet cat patriarch could react, he was thrown into the sky.

Bah!

Two seconds later, the civet cat young patriarch's body fell heavily from the sky, and there was a big blood hole in his chest. Seeing that he was breathing more and less, he would not be able to live immediately.

Lillian was suspended in the air with a spear in her hand, and she waved her hand to shake off the blood droplets contaminated by the tip of the spear.

"The young patriarch is also dead!"

"They still have feathers!"

The hearts of the people who had just gathered were scattered again, and the civet cats completely lost the idea of ​​​​resisting. They turned their heads and fled, even throwing away the weapons in their hands.

"The warriors of the civet clan, rush with me!"

Lillian's wings twitched, she let out a coquettish cry, and took the lead in chasing the remnants of the tanuki clan.

The civet clan warriors were full of blood, and the scenes of being oppressed before flashed before their eyes. They rushed forward and killed the civet cat clan.