The mage had no way to guess what kind of potion the rat man in front of him drank. But in just a few breaths, the robe of the thin pharmacist was almost broken by his swollen muscles. And in addition to the physical enhancement, cheese is also surprised to find that in his eyes, each other''s body began to emit a very unknown strength.


    This power mage is no stranger. In fact, earlier today, cheese once saw or almost saw the source of this power. The owner of the bloody street was called the terrible evil god of the blood tower. Now, it is his power that escapes from the rat man. Although this power is not strong and may not be comparable to the orthodox evil god priest, it does not mean that the other party will not pose a threat. On the contrary, even the most crazy evil priest would not dare to directly bestow the energy from outside the world on himself.


    "Don''t touch his soul. You don''t want to see it." Raising his hand to show the hill behind him to be careful, the mage told him. Dementors have the ability to directly touch the soul of creatures, and in most cases, they fight according to this. But it''s not a good idea to rashly touch the infected soul after the other party infuses the evil spirit into the body.


    In fact, the woman doctor didn''t need cheese warning. In her eyes, the rat man changed completely after drinking the medicine. Hill can see something huge and indescribable in this rat man, and seeing this vague image alone is enough to make the most powerful Dementors lose all their fighting desire. Now the only reason why she hasn''t run away is that she is afraid that cheese will retaliate against her people.


    The mage standing in front of him did not know that his companion behind him had fallen into extreme fear. In the face of a rat man more than two meters tall, cheese must concentrate on the enemy in front of him in order to react in the first time when the other party makes an attack. In such a small space, there are not many opportunities left for the mage. But since cheese dares to come here, he is naturally ready to fight.


    Magic light, beating in the mage''s eyes, pure magic energy flows out of cheese''s palm. The spell he is casting is not very common to the mage himself. But it was the best magic he knew for the present situation. In recent battles, cheese seems to be completely dependent on the ability brought by the witch ring. The reason is very simple, because it can save his own physical strength. But now, it''s not the time to think about it.


    From the mouth of cheese came the simple and obstinate language, and the magic power of the spell was enough to wake hill out of fear. The rat man, who had been completely invaded by the evil spirit energy, naturally felt what kind of magic the mage was preparing. With a slight kick on his hind legs, his huge body was killed in front of cheese in a moment. That pair of no mind eyes are full of bloodthirsty desire.


    “！” The silent scream gushed out of the mage''s mouth. With the silent syllables, the magic power surging in the cheese palm changed into a fierce electric snake, whistling with their casters to a nearby target.


    "Crackling!" With a sour sound, Hill saw the rat man wrapped in countless blue and white arcs. The huge heat and electric charge let the doctor''s hair stand up like a nail, the white electric light flooded the small alchemy workshop, and the extreme light brought people the same invisible world.


    From what he felt, Dementors believed that the damage of cheese''s casting was enough to destroy the gate of the lion. But the perception from the soul level made the doctor realize another fact that she was reluctant to believe, that the rat man did not die in the electric light, or even unhurt.


    Electric light comes and goes quickly, and the characteristics of lightning determine that it will concentrate all the destructive power in an instant. And if there''s something that can block this instant of damage, then it can ignore the thunder. When Hill''s eyes returned to vision, she saw the stout rat man holding the mage''s neck with one hand and lifting the cheese from the floor. Except for some blackened hair, the doctor did not see any scars on the mouse man.


    Unlike hill, cheese doesn''t have time to see if his spell does any damage to the rat. The mage could feel that his consciousness was gradually disappearing due to the exhaustion after casting and the oppression of external forces when he was held up in the air by the huge force that was about to crush his neck. Holding the rat man''s fingers in vain, hoping to remove them from his neck, the magic in cheese''s eyes began to flicker like a light bulb with insufficient power, as if it could be dimmed forever at any time.


    This situation is hopeless for most casters. There is no way to concentrate. Even if you master a powerful spell, it is useless. However, the strict training of the grey tower has excluded its apprentices. In the course of grey tower, there are training of casting in various mental states. The kind of magic as instinct to use, and even with the desire to survive together with the curriculum was once apprentices as a teacher''s bad taste. But when they really walked out of the mage tower, they realized how practical it was.


    The burning sensation of the soul burst out from the rat man''s hand! It felt like an ordinary person holding a burning charcoal, and before the brain could tell how much pain it was, the body had already made a step-by-step response to let go."Putong" master''s body like a piece of wood fell straight from the rat''s hand to the floor. He ignored the pain from his back, and took a big breath of air, so that his consciousness could return to normal faster. However, cheese obviously underestimated the rat man''s reaction, and before he could adjust his breath, his fist with evil wind had already arrived in front of the mage.


    "Cheese!" Dr. Hill flew forward, trying to block the mage, but just as her body made the move, the cheese was already flying out of her face.


    "Touch!" The sound of the body hitting the wall made the dust fall from the cracks in the bricks on the roof. The mage is like a broken line puppet, the whole human limbs spread out on the wall, life and death unknown.


    Dementor lenglengleng looked at the direction of cheese, suddenly, a sense of oppression from behind her head. At this time, Hill wanted to come, and the thing that would fly the mage was right in front of her.


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