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The middle-aged man threw out an ordinary stone spike. A great knight was not in a hurry to dodge and held his sword across his body to block it. As a result, he was pierced by the sword and the chest behind it. He fell to the ground with a scream.
"A tough guy."
Zhang Mu sighed, put the seven soldiers on the ground, told them to find sniper positions on their own, then he activated the shadow technique and flew to the battlefield.
The soldiers are all ordinary people and theoretically would not attract the attention of professionals, but to be on the safe side, Zhang Mu still used shadow magic to help them hide.
The sniper rifles they were holding were too eye-catching.
Although the appearance of the magic sniper rifle is rare, and is very different from the "staff" and "sword" in the common sense of professionals, the professionals in the Thor continent will not ignore it.
The main reason is the vastness of the maze and the extremely diverse types of treasures it produces, with strange and bizarre things not uncommon.
Even an adventurer who has traveled the continent for thousands of years would not dare to say that he can recognize all the items produced in the maze.
Therefore, once professionals encounter strange-looking "magic props" that they have never seen before, they will be more vigilant.
Zhang Mu glanced down at the soldiers dispersing, selected the sniper position according to the nodes of the magic circle, and flew silently behind the Saint.
He did not attack immediately. He was thinking about what kind of magic he could use to violate martial ethics.
Even though even a Saint-level shadow magician cannot see through it, there is still only one chance for a sneak attack.
If he fails, the middle-aged man may still not be able to find his whereabouts, but there are many ways to defend himself.
Zhang Mu was suspended in mid-air, pinching his chin and looking at the figure in front of him.
Straus's fallen spirit is no match for him. His appearance makes a deafening noise, and he is covered in flames like a meteor. Anyone who is not blind can see him.
Solar storm?
I'm afraid the power is not enough.
But I only have two high-level demons...
Just when he was feeling distressed, he suddenly remembered that he had more than two high-level magics.
When he first arrived in Cass Town, he practiced the fireball and ice cone techniques that Potter gave him every day.
However, he seldom took action after becoming the city lord. During the only attack by Lagu, he was worried that if any of the enemies escaped, they would reveal his secrets, so he did not use the two apprentice magicians who had mutated several times.
At this moment, the scene was in chaos. Who could notice that he was actually casting a fireball?
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu no longer hesitated. He raised his right hand in a virtual support and mobilized his magic power to condense a fireball.
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Zhang Mu gathered almost all of his magic power and rushed it madly into his palm.
The bright fireball held in his right hand was like a bottomless pit, absorbing all the magic power, no matter how much it was.
As the magic power in Zhang Mu's body gradually dried up, the color of the fireball also changed dramatically.
It changes from bright yellow at first to dark blue, then pale white, and finally to transparent.
Its current size is tiny, about the size of a ping-pong ball, but seeing the space around it being distorted by the scorching heat, it seems that no one would want to be hit by it.
He took out the medicine and drank it, feeling the warmth flowing through his body. Zhang Mu exhaled and sent a message to all the city lords at the same time - retreat! Take the seven soldiers on the ground with you.
The city lords who were fearlessly besieging the middle-aged man were subconsciously stunned when they heard the familiar voice.
Fortunately, they were all high-level professionals with sharp combat instincts. They quickly recovered and retreated.
He fell to the ground swiftly, wrapped the seven soldiers holding guns with magic power and ran away.
The middle-aged man here predicted that a Sky Knight would attack him closely on the left side of his blind spot, so he shot a stone spike but missed.
He looked around in confusion and found that the people surrounding him were retreating quickly like the tide.
Haha, have you finally learned to be afraid?
With a scornful smile, he prepared to fly forward to chase and kill.
"Little one, let me teach you what death is..."
He was halfway through his words when he suddenly sensed a hint of murderous intent behind him.
It was very faint, like the tingling of hair brushing against your ear.
Turning back, he glanced left and right but couldn't find the source.
Of course, the middle-aged man would not think it was his illusion. He became more alert and spread out his mental perception.
After working for a long time without any results, he became a little anxious.
Andre's order was to keep all the city lords outside the magic tower, dead or alive, but the city lords had already run away and no trace of them could be seen.
After a few minutes, he decided not to continue the stalemate and raised his staff to release area magic to clear the surroundings.
But as soon as he raised his hand, a light suddenly appeared beside him.
What is this? A sneak attack?
He did not dare to underestimate the trump card that the man hiding in the dark had been planning for so long. To be on the safe side, he chose not to fight back and poured all his magic power into the reflective shield to reinforce it.
Little did he know that this move was exactly what Zhang Mu wanted.
He raised his hand and pushed the transparent little fireball forward, quietly pressing it on the middle-aged man's waist, and then - boom!
The city lords who had already fled far away heard the explosion that seemed to destroy the world and turned back in shock.
In the center of the city, a mushroom cloud rose up, and the actual shock wave spread in all directions, collapsing tall buildings and collapsing houses wherever it went.
"What is this?" Danielson was suspended in the air with his mouth wide open, his entire face illuminated by the fire in the distance.
"Solar Storm? I heard that City Lord Edge's famous magic is Solar Storm!" The companions around him also stared blankly and responded instinctively.
"Solar Storm is only a master-level magic. Have you ever seen such a terrifying master-level magic?"
"Well, I don't think now is the time to worry about this." The companion choked and asked quickly, "What should we do? Should we go back?"
"certainly!
Even if Lord Aigi is still alive, he would probably be exhausted after casting this magic."
As he spoke, he shouted to all around: "Quick, return for support!"
In fact, there was no need for Danielson to remind them, as the city lords had already flown towards the magic tower.
They are not stupid. If they are hit by that cloud, they will be skinned alive even if they don't die. If they don't beat the fallen dog now, will they wait until their Saint level recovers?
Everyone had highly unified ideas and decisive execution, and they returned to their destination in a flash.
As expected, although the middle-aged man was still floating in the air, the magic shield surrounding his body had disappeared.
Moreover, the previously neat khaki-colored magic robe now looked like it had been damaged, and turned into charred tattered strips of cloth hanging on the body.
Seeing this situation, needless to say, everyone immediately surrounded them again.
But a Saint is still a Saint after all, and a brand new reflective shield was raised instantly.
The city lords knew that only one party could leave the capital alive today, so they deployed their formations fearlessly - the knights kept the enemy at bay, while the magicians unleashed fire from the periphery.
Looking at the fierce battle in front of him, Zhang Musong breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally these bastards didn't let him down."
Others may not know the extent of Saint Level's injuries, but he knows it clearly.
The middle-aged man's reflective shield was shattered by the mutant fireball. He was caught off guard and the shock wave hit his body head-on, causing internal injuries and destroying his robes. But that was only a superficial embarrassment.
The Saint level not only has stronger magic power, but it has also undergone a qualitative change and evolution. In addition to its strong physique, which is almost equivalent to that of a great knight, its self-healing ability has also been greatly improved.
To some extent, Saints and humans are not the same creatures.
As for the minor trouble of displacement and damage of internal organs, the middle-aged man can fully recover by sitting quietly for ten minutes.
Therefore, he cannot be given a chance to catch his breath and must keep attacking until his magic power is exhausted and his injuries worsen and he dies.
This is everyone's only chance of winning.
It's just that apparently, it's easier said than done.
The Saint was almost unable to mobilize his magic power when he was injured by the explosion, but within a minute after the City Lord flew back, his body had been almost healed.
Not only can he switch out the reflective shield again, but he can also release magic smoothly.
In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the city lords' magic, Zhang Mu hid outside the encirclement and thought of a solution.
Another fireball, of limited use.
In order to avoid affecting the city lord, they had to retreat a certain distance when releasing the fire, but if they went too far, they could not immediately attack the injured middle-aged man.
By the time the others flew back, he was much better.
Looking through the gap in the crowd at the "black man" in the middle, Zhang Mu suddenly had an idea.
It's basically hopeless to break through the defense from the outside, but is it possible from the inside?
When he was hit by the fireball before, his skin was only charred but not broken, but his internal organs were obviously seriously injured and he directly vomited blood.
"Shoot you in the mouth."
Zhang Mu took out the walkie-talkie and gave orders to the soldiers on the ground who had reorganized their gun formation - when he opened his mouth, shoot him in the mouth.
On the ruins, seven soldiers received the order and immediately raised their guns and pressed the round buttons on the sides of the guns.
Seven sniper rifles acted as magic nodes, with the black muzzles as the center, unfolding a miniature magic circle.
The seven magic circles emitted light beams that connected to each other, outlining a giant hexagram on a pile of rocks.
Captain Dam knelt on one knee, put his right eye close to the sniper scope, and said to the earphone at the corner of his mouth: "Everyone, aim!"
"Number One is targeted!"
"Number Two is targeted"
"Number three has..."
After the six teammates finished reporting, Dam took a deep breath to adjust his heart rate, waiting for the moment when the man in the sky would open his mouth.
Because of the shadow technique, only Zhang Mu could see the actions of the seven people below.
When the hexagram lit up, he knew that the seven people were ready, so he immediately revealed his figure and went forward to join the battle.
"Everyone, work harder to drain his magic power!"
Zhang Mu shouted and raised his hand to condense ice spikes. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing in front of the gate of the magic tower.