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After being stared at by William's eyes with complex meanings, the chubby old man couldn't help trembling all over, and hurriedly lowered his head and closed his eyes for good luck.

Although I don't know what ability William was using, I just glanced at him just now, and then I lost the ability to control my body, and was chased by someone from a few dozen meters away.

If it wasn't for being cautious by nature, and when he noticed the skyrocketing murderous aura, he directly activated the [Shadow of Incarnation], or he would have been knocked down with a punch, and he would have been declared dead on the spot.

Amused by his embarrassed expression of hiding from the plague, William raised the corners of his mouth and ignored him.

According to William's familiarity with the chubby old man, although this old man has "open meat" in private, he is actually a senior licking dog with a "licking age" of nearly forty years.

As the saying goes, shoot a man first, shoot a horse, and capture a thief first, capture the king. If you want to overturn a licking dog who doesn't keep his hands, there is no easier way than to attack his goddess.

And although the old man's goddess Alia is a seventh-order professional, but [Tianmu Apostle] has no fighting ability, so according to the daily configuration of this demon hunting team, she must be a cat watching the battle secretly now, taking along with her Responsible for guarding reinforcements.

As long as she can find her position, the troubles at the moment will not be troubles anymore. If nothing else, as long as he charges towards her, the slippery old man like a squid will definitely pop out immediately.

The effect of taking down Arya is almost equivalent to blindfolding this team, but if she can rely on her to fish out the old guy, it is equivalent to cutting off the head of this demon hunting team.

After all, although the Demon Hunting Squads of the Inquisition have their own strengths, the price is that they also have their own weaknesses. If there is no one smart person to mobilize in the center, if they are driven to cooperate with each other to cover, as long as one or two people are confused and expose their own weaknesses Come, you can drag the whole team into the water.

Just like the mission when they broke into the abyss in their previous life, after Alia, who was the "eye", went blind, the entire team crashed into the encirclement of the demons in succession, but they still managed to survive every time. Even the battle damage was not particularly high.

But after the chubby old man who was a brain was seriously injured, the entire team was reduced by more than half in one attack. After three attacks, only two or three big cats and kittens were left, and they were dragged by the black-bellied saint. No total annihilation.

To sum up, as long as you can seize Arya's position, the chubby old man will have a certain probability to come up to the tower by himself, and after the chubby old man fails to rush to the tower, the brainless witch hunt team will really look like no one. As if losing their minds, they rushed over to send their heads in confusion one by one.

After deciding on the strategy of "arching the goddess first, then licking the dog", William followed the habits of this demon hunting team in his memory, and calculated that apart from the few "observation positions" that [Tianmu Apostle] Arya liked to stay, Afterwards, he pressed his head against the spell that was about to become a line on his forehead and rushed forward, preparing to play a hostage tactic with the villain script.

However, I don't know whether it was because the time interval was too long, which led to a slight deviation in the calculation, or because the Arya at this time was not the Arya in the future, so there was a slight difference in habits. In short, William connected I rushed to five or six classic "points" where Arya liked to stay, but I still couldn't find the familiar figure in my memory.

Strange, am I remembering wrong? Shouldn't it be?

While William was scratching his head here, the chunky old man hiding in the shadow plane was shocked by his seemingly random actions.

As a required course for a senior dog licking, silently observing the position of the goddess is simply an instinctive behavior for him. No one knows more than him the several points that Arya may choose when she appears here. .

Every time William made a charge, even though he knew that Arya was not coming and that there was nothing in that direction, he still instinctively felt nervous.

However, when he reacted, he shook his head and said that fortunately he didn't let Arya come, the next thing was "Second Heart", "Three Hearts", "Four Hearts"...

When William rushed to the seventh point that Arya was used to choosing, and was pushed back by the moving earth waves with a disappointed face, no matter how stupid he was, he would know that there was something wrong.

Once or twice is a coincidence, three or four times is lucky, five or six times is **** luck, then the seventh time can continue to rush to such a deadly place, is it because the goddess of fate blesses it?

Coincidentally, William just happened to be thinking of it with him at this time. William, who has never seen the goddess, pouted a little dejectedly, put his hand into his pocket and flicked the lucky coin with a "bang".

"Get up and do me a favor, take a look at the old man who looks like a potato, and point me to the position of the person with whom his fate is most entangled."

"…"

hateful! It's fine if you don't call out Lord Goddess, are you reluctant to give even a single word of request?

After slandering William a few words from the bottom of her heart, for the sake of her having to stay beside him temporarily, Goddess Pulling Crotch reluctantly looked at the chubby old man for a while, and then said:

"His and the fate of many people here are very deeply entangled, and there is not much difference, but if you are looking for the person who has the most entanglement with him, she is not here."

Um? Is Arya not here?

Hearing this, William frowned, and while backhand smashed a large piece of ice picks that came from behind, he watched the members of the witch hunt team make trouble.

Although the Demon Hunting Squad still couldn't take William, the short and fat old man's tactics were indeed effective. Whether it was the enemy that was moving at high speed, or the frequently changing terrain, they all caused a lot of trouble to William.

Although he didn't suffer any injuries due to his thick skin and thick flesh, the change of terrain did not affect William himself. Unlike Curse and DEBUFF, he could rely on the Unbounded People's hard top, which caused him to rush out every time he wanted to make a move. The target was already far away.

The only way to break the game is to use [Dragon Strikes Chicken] to force a breakthrough, or try the combo skills of [Jill Twenty Meters] and [Vicious Pursuit] again.

The problem is that these two ways of breaking the game are beyond William's control, and they are both the kind that can be sent but not received. If you face a seventh-order professional, it's not a problem. After the hammer is finished, you can still have a breath.

But this demon hunting team still has the most members of the fifth and sixth ranks, and it is just a dozen or twenty physiques away from the "kill line". Except for the melee professionals of Shield, all the rest can go to the Styx to have a party.

Judging from the friendship he had built up in his previous life by eating and drinking...cough...even though these "familiar strangers" did not show mercy when they did something, William was still a little bit ruthless.

However, if it keeps going like this, it's not a big problem.

After all, although this demon hunting team can now "press" itself to fight, it consumes mental power every time it throws an arcane spell, and calling with the [Dragon Rider Secret Spear] just needs to raise your hand.

After all, mental strength and physical strength are two completely different things. Although physical strength is consumed slowly, it is also slow to recover. There are people who lie down for half a month after an overdraft;

In contrast, the recovery of mental power is much faster. As long as you don't play off and cause damage to your soul, in most cases, you can sleep well. If there is special magic medicine to help, it will take an hour or two to deepen. After sleep, most spellcasters can get up and shoot again.

But the price of high recovery is high consumption. In the case of full output, the average spellcaster can last for dozens of minutes, even the seventh-order spellcaster with magic-enhancing expertise such as [Magic Wave], at most Just double that time.

After all, the act of continuously casting spells requires a very high concentration of mental power. Even if there is still magic in the body to squander, most of the brains can't hold it anymore.

At present, the attack of the witch hunt team is mainly based on long-range spells. As the duration increases, the probability of their spell casting failure will increase. When they reach the final limit state, even the backlash of the spell failure cannot be suppressed. Eighty percent of these people will have their souls damaged, and it is possible for the unlucky whole person to explode into fireworks directly in situ.

The current "spell barrage" has been going on for nearly a period of time. William reckoned that even if they all have the support of high-quality magic rejuvenation potions provided by the Holy See of Light, there will be at most a short while before the spellcasters of the demon hunting team will Will start to get dizzy.

However, forcibly casting spells without a clear mind is 10,000 times more dangerous than drunk driving. If you drive drunk, there is still a big iron shell to protect it, but if the arcane energy is not properly manipulated, it will be directly by your side. It even exploded in the body.

In the mission of assassinating the Demon King in his previous life, the reason why the chubby old man who had always slipped and kept his hands was badly injured was because a spellcaster had his eyes red, and he was forced to cast spells in a state of fatigue. Thunderstorm] didn't rub it well, it exploded directly in the crowd of his own house, and the old man who had used up [Incarnation Shadow] was seriously injured on the spot.

If there is no such unfortunate "Libyan thunderstorm", this guy's cautious temperament will probably survive to the end, and if he has the help of his brain, the entire assassination team will not survive only a few people in the end.

The Violet Mage who forcibly cast spells was naturally not much better. At the moment when the [Thunderstorm] went out of control, he was the first to be killed.

At that time, they were running away, and the pursuit of the demons would not give any rest time. When the whole team was highly stressed all day long, almost every spell caster had more or less "fatigue driving". .

In order to ensure that the output can keep up, the melee professionals who are resisting in front of them are not killed or injured too much. Most people don’t even think about leaving. .

That was under the encirclement and suppression of demons, they had no choice but to retreat, and now it is not enough, even if the mission fails, they can retreat, and the chubby old man will not allow anyone to forcibly cast spells.

William only relied on the spell knowledge he had mastered in his previous life to calculate a little, and he had roughly calculated the time he still needed to resist. The short time was ten or twenty minutes, and the long one would not exceed half an hour. The overwhelming offensive in front of him would be instantaneous. discouraged.

As for whether I can survive this half an hour...

Is your physique a joke? I could play with them all day!

…

As time passed, the situation developed as William expected.

Obviously they had the upper hand in the scene, relying on the control of terrain magic and the baptism of massive arcane spells, the short fat old man and the witch hunt team pressed William here, but William's expression remained relaxed, but their expressions became heavier and heavier. up.

There are eighteen casters in the witcher team. Although the speed of casting spells varies, the average speed of one shot every ten seconds is still there.

In the more than 20 minutes that seemed to have no end in sight, people with slow hands have already poured several bottles of magic potion and rubbed out nearly a hundred arcane spells, and a few with fast hands have already rubbed out. As many as four or five hundred rounds, the empty bottles of the magic-returning potion nearby were thrown all over the floor.

Although the chunky old man had not carefully counted the specific number, he only needed to make a small estimate to know that the total amount of magic poured on William by the entire witch hunt team must have exceeded two shots, and he was not looking back at the three shots. Thousands of hair forward.

Such a number of spells should not appear in battles against individuals at all. What is the concept of three thousand rounds? Even fighting a small war is enough. Looking at the surrounding ground that has been shaved for nearly three meters, you can know the gold content of the more than 20 minutes of spell bombing.

Logically speaking, even if the target is not a flesh and blood body, but a 378-meter-high iron man, under this level of uninterrupted bombardment, it should honestly turn into molten iron.

However, William, who was firmly "suppressed" in the same place, seemed to be hanging up, with the hard wooden stick in his hand covering the left and right, picking and smashing, except for the rays that were too fast to resist. In addition to the spell, no matter what type of long-range attack, as long as there is still a flight path, it will be pushed away, and it will not be within two meters of his body at all, and his mental state looks even better than before.

During the period, the chubby old man also suspected whether there was a problem with the ugly stick in William's hand, such as whether there were special magic patterns such as [Enhanced Magic Immunity] and [Spell Mask] on it.

And when he pulled four assassin professionals to sneak over and cut off the [practice hardwood sticks] in William's hands several times, the troubled William simply took out dozens of sticks at a time, and the firewood piled up. It seemed to be yarded by his side, and every time one was broken, he would take another one, which completely dispelled the last chance of the chubby old man.

I glanced at the spells whose density had dropped below 40% before, then at the blue veins on the foreheads of the casters, and at William, who seemed to be able to play all day in the distance, the old man's orange peel-like face He couldn't help but twitch, and his facial features were tightly wrinkled together, and the more he looked, the more he looked like a half-shrunk old potato.

do not fight! If you beat him again, I'll be a dog!