Chapter 1072 Consumption of Morning Star World War II (2)
"Hey hey hey, keep on, keep hitting me, hurry up, hurry up, why are you so fussy? Don't expect this simple little ball to meet the greatest Mr. Zuo Fan, Where's the morning star spell you used just now? Hurry up and get excited, I can't wait."
Like a violent storm, the gray-black spheres that formed a dense barrage raged on every inch of the battlefield. The shock waves of the explosions lit up the night sky as if it were daytime. The law of the storm is enough to overturn a huge city, but at this moment, such an earth-shattering explosion density has even turned into a carpet covering the vast rock plain.
Of course, the astonishing damage caused by the law of the morning star layer will hardly continue to add scars to this inconspicuous corner of the plane of Faerun at this time, because the battlefield within the entire wasteland has long been gone. With any excess matter and energy left, the raging laws and tides can only rub against the impenetrable ice-cold rock formations to produce continuous piercing explosions, and among the scattered energy storms, there is only a touch of light blue The phantom is constantly flickering and changing between every small foothold.
There is no doubt that the morning star mage who is continuously pouring the "Blooming Ball" to create this "Carpet of Destruction" is the "Whisper of Destruction" punk-Sian who is constructing the spell model over and over again with a blank face, and in the raging explosion storm The enemy dancing happily among them is the "dead literary style" Walker-Zuo Fan who still smiles cheaply.
In fact, more than three hours have passed since Punk gave up using the morning star spell "Treader Tide" to kill the enemy and changed to continuously tilting the morning star spell to attack. During such a long time, the only thing he needed What I do is to see where Walkway appears like a whack-a-mole, and immediately throw a "ball of obliteration", and then watch the extremely sensitive enemy easily avoid his attack and appear in other positions, Finally, the process is repeated, repeated, and repeated...
This is definitely the most boring, uninteresting fight Punk has ever had.
But it doesn't matter if you think about it carefully, because the morning star mage always has enough patience to fight against any type of enemy.
Anyway, if it is simply to release the most conventional killing method of "Blood Ball", Punk is absolutely confident that he will maintain the peak bombing density and release it indefinitely.
After all, he is a forty-five-level morning star mage with an almost unbelievable and super-fast mana recovery ability. In terms of attrition, the forty-fourth-level "Death Wind Lamp" can't beat the morning star mage who is one professional level higher than himself... ...
Who said that the advantages and disadvantages of one or two small levels will not affect the balance of combat power too much? When the war of attrition snowballs, some guys who don't have any cards and think they have the ability to leapfrog heads-up will know how desperate the most basic level gap can be.
For example, at this moment, with the passage of time bit by bit, punk, who is almost mechanized to perform bombing spells, has already recovered his inner peace and calmness and the ancient well of soul. Taking advantage of this time, he even started to try to make the "fireworks" "Dip it with a little color to make it more beautiful.
However, looking back at the "dead literary style" who was self-righteous from the beginning......
It must be admitted that although Walkway's character is crazy and incomprehensible, he is by no means a fool without the ability to judge battles. He can definitely understand that the hostile Morning Star mage will not waste precious magic power in order to kill him as soon as possible. He also absolutely understands A punk whose occupation level is higher than his own is not De Klein whose occupation level is lower than his own. If he continues to consume like this, the unlucky guy who will be exhausted to death in this barren land after three or two months will probably be himself.
"Damn! What the hell are you doing? Do you only know such a goddamn idiot spell? Can you be considered a qualified mage like this? Don't you want to defeat your enemy? Don't you want to win the battle?"
Frustrated, his eyes rolled around to observe the battlefield, and the red-robed mage, who was gnashing his teeth and yelling at him, finally seemed unable to continue to pretend that he was so free-spirited and relaxed. Amidst the continuous swearing, his eyes slowly began to blur with the fragments of the law in the air. Against the backdrop of the dying brilliance, it became more and more hideous and frightening.
There are many things that can be tested by time, and there are always guys in the world who cannot stand the test of time and can't help but vent their anger with wild words.
However, no matter what kind of angry cursing he faced, instead of becoming irritable, the "Destroyer Whisper" who became calmer and calmer was completely unmoved, even though he saw that Walkway had seriously put a storage item skewed on his index finger. The ring was serious and upright, and the caster with slightly squinted pupils still just continued to stand quietly and poured down the "Blooming Ball" like a torrential rain.
The majestic energy wind blows the transparent magic shield on the caster, and the sun's rays finally fall in the distant sky. The deafening explosion has long since become a new silence that fills the space, and as the caster becomes more and more Adapting to the ultra-high-speed movement of the red-robed mage, the afterimage that kept disappearing and reappearing finally seemed less dazzling.
"Is that all you have, Mr. Walkway, "Teleportation" in your hands is nothing short of reckless. Even with such a fairly good morning star spell, a coward is still just a coward."
Tightening every nerve to pay attention to the enemy's location, Punk, who slowed down the bombing frequency a little bit, secretly clenched the "pale scepter" in his hand while laughing at the enemy's "inaction" with light waves of mental power.
According to his analysis, the battle has reached such a stalemate stage, and Walkway may finally be unable to bear it and take the initiative to attack. After all, continuing to fight like this has no chance of winning.
So since this is the case...
"Come on, Walkway, how long will you continue to hide, you coward? Do you think you can hide in that paradox of the mind for the rest of your life?"
"Boom!"
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he waved his staff pretending to speak confidently, directing a whole new barrage of bullets to hit the empty and clean ground one after another. Troubled at all by the loss of magic power, after all, in front of him, Walkway, who was flashing like electric sparks in the dark clouds, had to use his pupils full of killing intent to be alert to the "Blooding Ball" sniping from all directions. , "Ziwen Fengdeng" with most of his body naked and flowery underwear is the guy who needs to be most impatient!
Of course, even if the performance is negligent, the actual "Whisper of Destruction" will never be taken lightly because of the enemy's seemingly embarrassing dodges one after another. After all, as his own reaction speed becomes more adaptable, Punk has noticed Walker Wei's weird face, which seems to be distorted by killing intent and soaked in laughter, is slowly showing a strange excitement...