Twenty Sided Dice

This is certainly not the normal Sir Bill, the kind of ferocity and excitement in his eyes that can only be seen in Avengers and fanatics. He shouted angrily: "Intruder! There is an intruder, come quickly!"

The spell on the ground gave off a strong magical light, and some kind of blood magic seemed to be triggered. The "between the bones" they were in wasn't the core of the spell, so Siegel couldn't tell the exact effect of the spell for a while.

"Jazz handed it over to me, you can deal with the others." Siegel was worried that others would accidentally cause irreparable injuries to the Jazz, so he decided to do it himself. "If you run into trouble, Mage Shelley, you are responsible for teleporting away with everyone. You can't teleport on the Star Cable with the space lock, and you need to choose another destination."

"No problem, but I don't think I need to think about this issue for a while. The helper is here, and I smell the breath of undead creatures." Mage Shelley snorted coldly, pointed to the ground with his wand, and cast anti-death first. Enchantment. "It seems to be ghosts and shadows, you two who can't cast spells, don't leave me three steps away."

Siegel stepped forward, facing Sir Bill directly. His hands were hanging down on both sides of his thighs, and his body exuded a powerful aura. It is a powerful force that radiates from the inside out, enough to induce fear in living beings of natural disasters—storms, lightning, or fires. Because the two emotions of worry and anger were intertwined, Siegel pursed his lips and said nothing, but there was a feeling that once he opened his mouth, he would release a terrifying and powerful spell that was irresistible.

Siegel was actually watching Sir Bill's condition. He is a lot older than the last time we met, silver threads have appeared on the temples and eyebrows, and wrinkles are also showing in the corners of his eyes. He looked very tired, like he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. But the excitement in his eyes was not at all adulterated, and he seemed to be energetic—a contradiction that manifested in other ways as well.

By learning from the Knox Commons, Siegel can read some emotions in the eyes of a person—as long as he isn't hiding it or being specially trained to do so. Sir Bill's eyes are familiar and strange, both of which are understandable, but there is no warmth, only hatred. If that's not certain he's under the influence of some kind of spell or magical effect. Then there is no more obvious evidence.

"Release him." Siegel said, "I'll give you three seconds to escape."

Sir Bill yanked the warhammer from his waist—a weapon he had rarely used in the past. There was a purple glow on the hammer, and Siegel could tell by a glance that it was the effect of the evocation system. "Last chance, release him!" Siegel shouted.

The warhammer was raised, and it was already aimed at Siegel's waist. It seemed he didn't want the chance to escape. Although Sir Bill's attack was fast, it was certainly not as fast as words. Siegel said, "Shocked!" and stopped Jazz.

The war hammer slid from his hand and fell to the ground with a clang, and the purple light disappeared immediately. Sir Bill's eyes rolled, and his body began to tremble slightly. Actually trying to break free from the state of shock. Through this phenomenon, Siegel immediately understood the situation of Jazz: he was not controlled by thought, but in a state of being possessed.

Only when there are two thoughts in a body, it is possible to avoid the foreign thought in the face of the mantra. However, it needs to regain control of the host in order to restore the body's ability to move. Deciphering the Archmage's Shocking Mantra was not that easy, so Sir Bill continued to twitch like an epileptic seizure, only to regain control of his head at this time.

"Tiger Bill, listen to my voice." Siegel used Knox's spiritual spell to send his call directly. "Your nature has sunk too long in a dark slumber, it's time to wake up! Drive away the ghosts that steal your body, plunder your memories, and do evil in your name!"

Ser Bill's eyes welled with tears. But he yelled at Siegel with a grim expression: "Usurpers, all usurpers! Correction! Correction is needed!"

"Listen to my voice, recall freedom and happiness, and cast aside the ghast that has taken over your body! I'll rescue you from its grip." Siegel cast a banishing spell, letting elemental power sweep across Jazz's body wave after wave. Body. From his ears and nostrils there was a constant stream of very faint black-purple smoke, but Bill was still firmly under control.

"Thinking beautifully, Mage, your spells can't help you." A grinning eerie voice said through Bill's mouth: "Hahaha, this is my territory. You have no power here, Siegel Usurper! "

The spell lines on the ground became brighter and brighter, the skulls at the base of the walls kept exploding, and fragments flew all over the room. The ghost walks through the wall directly to this room. He rushed forward with his fangs and claws, trying to vent his resentment towards the living and absorb the energy of life. Henke drew out the Sun Flame Sword and shouted, "Look at me!" Bright yellow light erupted, and the ghosts and ghosts screamed and flew around, as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and black smoke spit out.

Shelley Mage's spells are also affected to some extent. However, she quickly adjusted to maintain the stability of the spell. Several ghosts approaching her were controlled by the sound of her muttering incantations, turning and rushing towards the guards who were trying to come to support.

"Your turf?" Siegel said. "Get off Bill, you sojourner! Squeeze, squeeze, tug, or drive away—I'll kick you out!"

The mage, tall and imposing, kept approaching Sir Bill. He constantly chanted incantations, directed elemental energy, and manipulated the power of spells without distraction. The star cable began to descend, sending down the elemental power of Myr's energy core. But without the energy support of these elements, Siegel has enough power to deal with the situation at hand.

A purple-black shadow was slowly pulled out and exposed to the light of the Sun Flame Sword. Siegel recognized it at a glance, it was actually a shadowy ghost! It turned out that in addition to making people attack each other frantically, this thing also has the ability to control the mind for a long time.

For the study of the shadow of the dead, the Knox Common Society is the most authoritative. In addition to being the core of the emotion-controlling circle, their crimson spires are also magical devices that attract and confine the shadows of the dead and create flaming soul crystals. Since having the Myr core, Siegel no longer needs such things as flame soul crystals, but he has not forgotten the related spells and knowledge.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the exposed shadow of the dead soul directly with the hand formed by the force field energy, and raised it into the air. Sir Bill slumped to the ground.

"If you kill me, Bill will also die!" The Shadow Ghost struggled frantically, but it couldn't get rid of Siegel's shackles. One by one, Siegel trapped it with a spell, then took a white crystal stone from the space bag.

"Kill you? It's not that easy," Siegel said. "Death is too cheap for you. I still have a lot of things to figure out."

The incantation tied to the shadow of the shadow turned into a chain, one end was connected to the crystal stone, and then slowly tightened. "Curse you, usurper! Curse you! We'll get everything back on track! We'll get our revenge!"

Struggling and shouting were of no avail, the shadow of the dead soul was imprisoned in the crystal and turned into an activated flaming soul crystal. Siegel threw it back into the space bag and picked up Sir Bill from the ground.

His breathing was steady, but his pulse was unusually slow and weak. Under the closed eyelids, the two eyeballs were moving fast, as if they were still stuck in some kind of nightmare. Siegel used a spell to soothe his emotions, and pried open his mouth and poured in some tranquility tea. Sir Bill's expression improved, and he entered a normal and peaceful sleep.

The intelligence chief came to Siegel and blinked: "The root of everything is here, possessed by evil spirits, now you can explain to His Majesty the King. Lord Marquis, the next job is to hand over to the Hound. We, or you..."

"If you can help me along the way, I'll help you, too," Siegel called out to the orc, asking him to help Ser Bill up. "Mage Shelley, please take the Jazz Spaceship with Humke. I still have things to do here."

Mage Shelley has manipulated five ghosts and just ended the confrontation between ghosts. She laughed twice, and stopped the spell in her hand with a sigh of relief. "Okay, Archmage, it's up to you to play here."

Vicky watched as Siegel teleported the three back to the Star Cable, and then gestured for please. "If you can, Lord Marquis Siegel, can you keep more alive?"

Siegel was about to summon the Elemental Legion to clear the castle when he heard this. "The purpose of leaving a living port is to continue the interrogation, right? Then I can't affect their mental state."

"It would be best if that was the case." Vicki nodded.

"I don't usually use this spell, but I'm fortunate to be prepared." Siegel took out a scroll and quickly drew a magic circle on the ground.

Seeing this, Vicki rolled up his sleeves and prepared to deal with the approaching guards. Drawing a magic circle usually takes a lot of time, and the enemy during this time can only be blocked by him. He heard the metal armor slamming against the flagstone, he heard the constant collision of metal weapons, and he had already smelled the smell of a knight in full armor.

He took a deep breath~www.novelmt.com~ and circulated the power to the whole body, and the exposed skin began to glow slightly. I haven't exercised for a long time, I hope these can actually make me sweat.

However, Siegel has completed the time-delayed magic circle. This kind of temporary product that only needs to last for three minutes is not very perfect. It's like a small mana pool, draining the power of Myr's core to keep a single spell going.

Siegel's scroll is a wave of exhaustion that, if used in a single use, can drain the energy of enemies in the area, as if performing a very vigorous exercise. If you continue to use it, the loss of strength will become more and more serious, and you will eventually lie on the ground, leaving only the ability to breathe heavily.

Not to mention moving in armor, they can lift a finger if they can. The wave of exhaustion spread out, washing the castle again and again, and all kinds of inexplicable screams and screams came one after another. Vicki frowned and concentrated on resisting the spell, but Siegel, the spell caster, was at ease and unaffected.

"Don't worry, they can't even bite their tongues and kill themselves." Siegel said with a smile, "But you have to find a lot of people to move them out. I can't help you with that." (To be continued.)

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