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"What is this?" Heather asked curiously, poking her head out from behind Barricka.

The branches on the ground seemed to be wriggling.

Barricka stared at the thing intently. Her intuition told her that something was not right and she had to be extremely vigilant about all abnormal things.

Suddenly, the branches on the ground twisted and moved, like the tentacles of a tentacle monster, twisting rapidly towards the crowd. Branches from several directions rushed towards the crowd at the same time, so fast that Barricka could only catch a faint black shadow.

"Be careful!" Barica turned and pounced on Heather, knocking her and herself to the ground to avoid the attack of the black branches.

"It hurts!" Heather was suddenly knocked to the ground and cried out in pain. However, the expected attack did not come. Instead, a "bang" was heard, like a dull collision sound.

Barica looked up and saw that a light blue magic barrier had appeared in front of her without her noticing. The black branch hit it, making a series of "bang" sounds.

"It hurts so much!" Tears welled up in Heather's eyes. "Ouch! I feel like my tailbone must be broken. I'm going to be disabled. Barryka, what should I do!"

Barica had a somewhat speechless look on her face. People shouldn’t be so fragile, okay?

Moreover, this shield... an instant spell without chanting?! And the shield level is so high! After finding that everything was fine, Bereka quickly stood up and pulled Heather up from the ground.

Caesar had erected a circular magic shield at some point, firmly protecting the three people inside the shield.

The dark branches hit the shield, but found that they could not penetrate it, so they changed their strategy and wrapped around the shield instead.

The branches were intertwined at different densities? Caesar observed the pattern.

These dark branches attacked the three people. The ones that attacked Bericka and Heather were all heading straight for them, but the ones that attacked Caesar were different. More of them were concentrated on one point, hitting a point on the shield, and behind the shield was the fireball that Caesar had just cast to illuminate.

Caesar looked at this thoughtfully.

The magic power on the shield is fading? Caesar can feel that the magic power is being sucked away where the black branches touch, and the faint blue light on the shield is gradually dimming.

"Go!" There was no other reason, just because it looked cooler to shout like this. Caesar waved his sword finger, and a blue fireball instantly broke through the shield and hit the branches on the ceiling. The huge impact force brought up gusts of wind and waves, and many branches entangled on the ceiling were shaken down, along with some white powder.

It seems that this is why the fluorite here does not glow.

These dark branches should have the property of absorbing energy. They absorbed all the magic power in the fluorite, causing all the fluorite to turn into powder and no longer glow.

In order to verify his conjecture, Caesar cast another fireball spell with the same strength as before. This time Caesar deliberately chose a direction with few branches and, as expected, many branches rushed in that direction and caught the fireball in mid-air, thus Caesar's control over the magic in the fireball was weakened.

"Crunch, crunch." A sound that made one's teeth ache was heard, and Heather reminded in a trembling voice: "Teacher, teacher, your shield!"

The black branches wrapped around the shield even tighter, and cracks even appeared on some places on the shield.

"Oh, it's okay, this is normal." Caesar seemed very calm. He was observing these things carefully.

Following the direction of the branches, they all originate from the throne on the circular platform in the middle.

"Squeak!" There was a sound like something rubbing against some hard material. The throne on the platform actually began to rotate, and everyone was able to see the scene on the throne.

Sitting on the throne was a dark figure, and at a glance it looked like a burly monarch sitting there in heavy armor.

It was wearing a dark heavy armor, with a dull crown crookedly worn on its head. As the throne turned, the crown fell off. The scarlet tattered cloak flowed down the stairs like flowing blood. The heavy armor was full of ferocious edges and corners. On the breastplate was carved an unknown animal head, roaring, with a pair of animal eyes waiting for the people below the stage, like a monarch looking down on his subjects. A long sword was held in the hand of the armored man. The tassel and other decorations on the sword had long been corrupted, but time had not erased its sharpness, and the cold light reflected could still prove its sharpness.

No one would doubt that he could kill everyone if he wore this armor and held this sword.

However, the armor was empty at this moment.

Those black branches grew out of the holes in the armor. There were black branches growing out of the joints of the limbs, the movable parts of the waist armor, and the chest armor. It was these branches that caused the throne to rotate and face the three people.

More branches rushed towards them, almost completely obscuring their vision.

"Teacher! It, it, it moved!" From the gap in the armor, Heather saw that the armor seemed to stand up in a twisted posture under the pull of the dark branches, and the sword in its hand fell to the ground with a "clang!" sound.

"I understand." Caesar nodded calmly.

Suddenly I remembered that I had seen this kind of moving armor in a dungeon before. That was before I met my teammates.

I remember that it seemed to be a team consisting of a halfling, a human, an elf and a dwarf. The reason why I was so impressed was that the relationship between dwarves and elves is usually not very good. I didn't expect that we could work together in an adventure team, and they even used that kind of armor to make a meal to treat themselves. Hmm, the soup cooked from that helmet smelled of rust. It was a wonderful memory.

"Hehe, let me show you two some gold-level magic." Caesar turned around and said. He estimated that this place was thousands of meters above the ground. If such a space could be built underground, the earthquake resistance here would not be too bad, and it would definitely be able to withstand the gold-level magic.

"Fire Dragon!" With a light shout, a dragon-shaped magic appeared on Xi Ze's arm and flew around his arm.

The higher the level of shaping magic, the more it tends to imitate the appearance of a certain creature. There are many benefits. First, having a clear image makes it easier for mages to meditate and outline the lines of the spell, which can make the spell more solid. At the same time, the appearance of general creatures has a certain magical structure, which can reduce the speed of magic dissipation in the air, thereby increasing the duration and range of magic. Of course, the most important point is that it looks cool.

Being handsome is the most important thing.

A little red dragon flapped its wings, and every scale on its body was vivid, like a real dragon that had been shrunk down.

Since defeating the Dragon of Destruction, Xi Ze has learned more about this dragon-shaped creature, gained more knowledge about it, and has become more adept at casting this type of plastic magic.

"Boom!" A huge roar sounded, and the fire dragon flew out of the shield and exploded fiercely outside the shield. Xi Ze clearly saw that a considerable part of the magic power was absorbed by those dark branches. Only about 80% of the magic power completed its mission and participated in the release of magic, and the rest was absorbed by these branches.

However, only about 80% of the magic power was enough to blow off the branches. Intense heat waves and high temperatures instantly spread throughout this room, which was either a tomb or a trophy room. In this closed environment, the power of high-temperature and high-impact fire magic was greatly amplified. The unfortunate Cyclops corpse had already been weakened by all its magic power drained away by these dark branches. Now it was hit by the impact force and flew everywhere.

Most of the branches were blown off and scattered all over the ground.

Heather watched the heat waves and flames coming towards her. The magic shield, which was already overwhelmed, was now even more precarious, with cracks all over it, and it looked like it would break at any time.

Barricka took out the magic cloak again at some point, covered herself with it, and pressed Heather tightly under her. In case the shield was broken, this cloak should be able to absorb the impact force and fire waves, right?

She didn't know either, she just did what she could.

"Very decisive, but sometimes it's better to trust the teacher." Caesar's voice sounded, and the two people lying on the ground lifted their cloaks and found that all the heat waves were isolated outside the shield. Although it was covered with cracks, it was strong and unbreakable.

"My tailbone is definitely broken this time!" Heather was lying on the ground on her side, holding her upper hips tightly with both hands, and she felt like she was about to roll on the ground.

Barica didn't know how to comfort her best friend. She tried to help her up, but she was in so much pain that she almost curled up. After all, she had thrown herself at her twice in a row, and the girl still felt a little guilty. Barica could only pat the girl on the back and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Haven't you learned healing skills?" Caesar was speechless. Although quick reaction was a good thing, reacting too quickly was obviously not good either. It must have been really painful after these two falls.

"No...I haven't learned it." Heather answered after hearing Caesar's question, but her voice was still choked with sobs, which was understandable, after all, she was just a teenage girl.

"Before I entered school, I majored in elemental magic of the shaping department, and I haven't learned healing skills in detail." Baraka replied, her voice seemed to be mixed with some guilt and embarrassment.

"Okay." Caesar walked over and squatted. Barica made way for him. Green light emanated from Caesar's hands. This was a healing spell.

There are actually relatively few healing spells. The main reason is that the cost-effectiveness is too low. In the eyes of mages, if you want to cast healing spells, why don't you find a more specialized priest? The conversion efficiency of mana in this type of magic is generally relatively low. If I want to heal, why don't I just drink magic potions?

Only low-level mages will learn healing skills. After all, most novice mages are still poor.

Should I say: "Healing?" Caesar suddenly thought of this while performing the spell.

"Thank you, teacher." The child spoke with a nasal tone. He must have really been crying.

At this moment, the armor on the throne suddenly stood up. The black branches scattered on the ground twisted like some kind of maggots and gathered in the direction of the armor.

Seeing this, Caesar did not stop it. Soon, all the black branches gathered into the body of the armor. Black magic power emanated from the armor, like some black mist steaming.

After retracting all the black branches into his body, the armor did not immediately pick up the sword that fell to the ground, but shook his wrists and moved his ankles, although Caesar didn't know how an empty shell could move.

"I'm back." Inside the armor, a mysterious soul was talking to itself. This was the whisper it was making for itself.

Three humans, one man and two women. The man's strength was not obvious, and the two women were at best silver level. Judging from their attire and figure, they were probably magicians. As the first meal after waking up, it might be a bit shabby, but it didn't matter. How long had I slept? I was a little confused. For so many years, I could only survive by relying on the energy in those broken stones. I thought this was the end of my life, but I didn't expect that there would be a day of revival.

If someone can come here, it means the way out is also opened. As long as I kill the people in front of me, I will have enough magic power to open the magic circle for teleportation. At that time, I will dominate the world without any restrictions. When I think of such a future, I feel that even my curtains begin to shake back and forth excitedly.

Standing there stupidly, are they scared? Kill two of them and leave one to control and learn about the outside world. That's it.

"Thump, thump, thump!" The iron boots made a sound as they stepped on the stone floor. Picking up the sword on the ground, the spirit of armor launched its own charge.

Caesar looked at the armor in front of him and confirmed one thing: there was a soul attached to the armor and controlling its behavior.

The armored man pushed the ground with his legs, and swung the sword in the air with both hands. The sword was powerful and the action happened in milliseconds. The two girls had not yet reacted. He was at least a gold-level swordsman.

If nothing unexpected happens, the person in front of me will be split in half diagonally in an instant, and blood will spurt out a meter or two away. To be honest, although it was very unpleasant to be enslaved by that person, it was still quite comfortable every time the blood was spilled on my body. It is my nature to thirst for blood.

But all this seemed too slow in Caesar's eyes.

Caesar dodged the slash by simply twisting his body slightly, spun his body around, and kicked out his right leg, hitting the armored chest hard.

"Crack!" It was the sound of something inside the armor breaking. The black branches gathered inside the armor to form a structure similar to the human body, but it broke instantly under Xize's kick. The lower half of the armor remained in place, but the upper half holding the sword had flown out, hit the ceiling and fell down. The long sword in his hand could not be held firmly and flew out, sticking into the head of the giant dragon in the room, just right from the eye socket.

What happened? Looking at the ceiling, the soul in the armor fell into deep thought.

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In the royal capital, somewhere in the Dex family.

The red-haired man sat at his desk, twirling the pen in his hand, thinking about something.

The blood of the Dex family has the power to make that thing surrender. There is no need for me to do it myself, someone will naturally be able to bring that thing out.

Although they are related by blood, they are just strangers with similar blood and have no feelings for each other. The Dex family has fallen into decline. Once upon a time, they were descendants of heroes, but now they can only rely on money to maintain their power.

Now the direct line of the Dex family is facing the crisis of bloodline extinction. Damn it, why is he so selfish! The pen in his hand stopped spinning at some point, and the tip of the pen poked on the letter paper, leaving a large ink stain.

The wind blew open the window, the curtains fluttered in the wind, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, bringing a touch of coolness to his angry brain. He didn't know when he became more and more irritable. This was not a good habit. People who want to achieve great things must first learn how to control their emotions. He went to close the window first. He stood up and walked to the window.

Once upon a time, when he was young, his favorite thing was to be alone at a high place and enjoy the comfortable night breeze, but now that he is old, he has to consider his body. Although this level of wind can't affect his epic body at all, the psychological effect alone is enough.

When closing the window, he raised his hands and looked at them. They were covered with scars and wrinkles. The former came from his fighting career, and the latter came from the invasion of time. He should not have aged so quickly. As an epic self, he could have chosen what he looked like now. Whether he was a young man or a strong middle-aged man, it was up to him. But the injuries on his body forced him to show his aging face and body to others.

"It's almost there, it's almost there." He murmured, looking at his palm.

As long as he reaches the legendary level, everything will be fine. The Dex family will become great again because of him.

The moonlight shone through the window, but his ambition could not be contained in this small window.