"If there''s anything more dangerous than facing a higher rank than we are, it''s getting involved in the conflict of the higher plural."


    This is what the Lord of the grey tower will say in the last class before each apprentice embarks on his adult journey. As the most powerful caster in the world, Clark, the earliest grey robed mage, knows that even if he exhausts all his talents and spends all his time studying the mysteries of the world, the individual limit exists. This is true of both humans and dragons.


    This is also why some existence, whose original body is a taboo, has gone beyond the scope of ordinary people can record, that is not what should appear in this world. They are well above the limit.


    For example, if we quantify the ability of each individual in the world, its range is from one to 100. Perhaps an ordinary human grows up to adulthood, and its ability is only one digit. A young dragon or a devil in the abyss has a capacity value of nearly 20 to 30 when it is just born. However, these figures can be caught up by the training and learning of the day after tomorrow and even the development of one''s own blood.


    The Lord of the grey tower is one of the best examples. He ranks among the most powerful spellcasters in the world as a human. His ability is at least 90, which is comparable to the most powerful abyssal devil or the dragon that has existed since ancient times.


    So what are the capabilities of these things called high-level existence? Cheese remembers asking his teacher this question. Because of his professional research, cheese has been exposed to the existence outside the world earlier than his peers, so he is more curious about these existence. At that time, Clark''s expression was like looking at a poor little animal. The Lord of the grey tower replied to his apprentice.


    "My poor disciple, why do you think The guys who don''t obey the rules of the game can be described by numbers? Listen, boy, if we are drops of water in the sea, then those guys are the world itself; if we are a number, then they are the concept of knowledge! Do you understand? Never use any of your knowledge to judge those guys. "


    Once cheese didn''t quite understand his teacher''s words. He just simply understood the existence outside the world as creatures with strong power beyond description. But now, the master finally knows how wrong he is


    Just standing on the street composed of flesh and blood, cheese has exhausted all his energy to ensure his soberness. All the clear thoughts in the mage''s mind become blurred in the blood mist, and he can''t even mention a clear idea. The magic used to dispel the fog is invalid when cheese can''t concentrate. The blood mist stealthily devours the mage and his companions. Cheese can be sure that he would be worse off without the cool rain that dripped on him.


    The huge presence in the blood fog naturally noticed the untimely rain. It gave up staying close to cheese and others for a while and tried to find out the source of the rain. Anyway, for it, what has been engulfed by the blood mist is its own bag.


    At this time, a second figure appeared in the blood mist. Judging from his shadow in the blood mist, the master of this figure has a human like appearance, but is taller and thinner than ordinary human beings. This figure is holding an object in his hand. Because he can only see the vague outline, no one knows what the object in his hand is. If we only infer from the edge of the shadow, it seems to be an umbrella.


    Two figures are so opposite in the street, one is as big as a bell tower, the other is as thin as a dead branch. However, if someone can not be affected by the rain and blood fog, really witnessed the two figures, I believe he will never judge their existence from the volume. Either of these two shadows has an enchanting gravity, and they just need to stand there and emit some terrible effect.


    Blood mist surging, in their disseminator''s will become more and more thick, the blood and flesh tissue that constitutes the street is also excited by the blood mist stimulation, they begin to wriggle obviously, the sound of liquid flow, the sound of muscle contraction, make this street sound very noisy.


    However, the corresponding, originally all the light rain also gradually increased, soon, the rain with the pouring power covered the streets of flesh and blood. And as the cold rain hit the hot flesh, bursts of white steam began to rise.


    The biggest victim of this strange confrontation is undoubtedly cheese. Under the attack of rain and blood mist, the mage''s brain seems to burst at any time. The blood mist stimulates his body to heat up, and the water drops quickly take away the heat. At this time, his eyes were bloodshot, unable to maintain his standing position. He staggered a few steps, and suddenly fell on his companions. The last thing he recorded in his consciousness was a burning heat from the depths of his soul and a thorough cold.


    The loss of consciousness of the mage obviously became a kind of signal, and the two vague figures noticed it. Then, the concentration of blood mist rises rapidly, which can''t be called fog any more. Maybe the plasma floating in the air is a better adjective. Under the stimulation of plasma, the hot Street finally overcame the cold rain. Countless tentacles composed of muscle and mucous membrane came out from the surrounding buildings and slowly approached the thin figure.In the face of his more and more close tentacles, the shadow of the human figure in the fog did not retreat. He slowly closed his umbrella in his hand, exposing himself to the heavy rain. When he did, the cheese''s body began to emit a cold light. There was no adjective to describe the color of the light, but it was certain that the light must be cold and with sad power.


    The sudden light from cheese startled the huge figure in the blood mist. It took two steps backward, and the plasma in the air condensed towards one side of the street. Time is meaningless in this street. After a long time, a strange scene happened. With the shimmering cheese as the dividing point, one side of the street is thick and rolling blood fog, and on the other side, it is as heavy as curtain rain.


    It is worth noting that in the heavy rain, the streets began to change, and the flesh and blood tissue seemed to be washed away by the rain, first the liquid, then the exposed organs, then the blood vessels, small muscles, until large pieces of flesh and blood tissue began to be stripped away because of the rain. After these disgusting things were washed away by the rain, the buildings that had been set up on both sides of the street appeared again.


    "You gave him that..." Questions and exclamations were heard from the blood mist, as if from some viscous liquid.


    To this voice, the figure in the rain did not respond. Just silently took a step forward, and with this action, the scope of the heavy rain also shrouded a step of distance.


    Realizing that it is difficult to achieve his own goal today, the disseminator of blood mist chooses to retreat after a short hesitation. It lifted up its bulky and huge body, and began to move slowly towards the depth of the street, and the thick blood fog also shrank towards the side of the street. Finally, the blood mist and its owner disappeared into the distance of the street.


    There is no blood fog street, only the heavy rain is still falling. And without the fog that provided vitality, the flesh and blood attached to the buildings and the ground gradually melted, and finally disappeared. The street was soon washed clean by the rain, and there was no more chilling sight.


    The figure in the rain walked slowly to the syncope cheese, but even if it was only one step away, maybe it was the rain, the figure was still vague and illegible. The figure gazed at the mage for a while, then looked at his companions behind him. He nodded his head slightly, and once again took up his umbrella and left along the street in the same direction.


    Rain, gradually small. In the rain, many figures began to appear. They were in different shapes, some pushing cars and some holding goods in their hands. With the disappearance of the rain, their faces gradually become clear, these people are the residents of the Wangdu.


    When the last drop of rain fell on the tip of cheese''s nose and then mysteriously penetrated into the mage''s skin, the noisy voices and warm sunshine re occupied the street.


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