I'm not a magician

When Ji Chi turned his head, the wolf king had already escaped from behind him, and the huge snow wolf was standing majestically beside Ji Chi. It lowered its head, pressed its long wolf kiss to Ji Chi's ear, and whispered a word .

Ji Chi's eyes turned cold instantly, as if he didn't see the shocking gazes of the crowd, he took a few steps forward, bent over to pick up a damaged long-handled ax from the ground, and threw it towards the rear of the expeditionary army!

The pitted long-handled ax swirled and flew over the heads of the crowd, stabbing towards a sneaky figure like a shooting star.

The envoy sent by the king turned pale as paper at the moment the fortress collapsed. He swallowed heavily, reached out and grabbed the amulet around his neck, turned his back and ran against the flow of people, and quietly ran towards the town.

It's a pity that he only ran a short distance when a long-handled ax roared and fell from the top of his head. The curled blade brushed against the back of his head, causing his scalp to explode!

"Dang!" The long-handled ax pierced the luxurious wool coat at the back of the messenger's neck, and the huge force made him fall back involuntarily, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The envoy gasped in horror, staring at the stainless steel ax less than a finger long from the tip of his nose, sweating profusely.

Creaking, someone walked over on the crushed snow, and the shadow under the sunlight shrouded the messenger's face.

The man bent down and pulled out the long-handled axe, looking down at him from above, there was no trace of warmth in his rare black eyes: "Who ordered you to do something on the ice wall of the fortress?"

The messenger's heart trembled, he turned over tremblingly, and tried his best to deny: "What are you talking about? Why would I want to destroy the fortress?"

Ji Chi gave him a cold look, then turned around and beckoned at the wolf king.

The Northern Wolf King is the ruler of ice and snow, it can call ice and snow, and can also extract the memory in ice and snow.

The wolf king's silver-white wolf pupils flashed, and a smooth and clear ice crystal soon condensed beside Ji Chi. There was a vague figure moving on the ice crystal, and behind the figure was the frozen fortress wall.

When the envoy saw the picture on the ice crystal, his face quickly turned gray, and his teeth began to chatter slightly.

The figure in the picture probed his head to observe the surroundings, and then found a palm-sized red crystal from the magic bag around his waist, and quickly buried it in the snowdrift under the ice wall.

So far, his actions have become very clear.

But the envoy was not reconciled to being arrested like this, and opened his mouth to try to quibble, never thinking that some people's anger could not be suppressed for a second.

Sylvia flashed over from the expeditionary army. She grabbed the messenger by the collar and threw him back to the ground with all her strength. The messenger only felt a sharp pain coming from behind, and he wailed dizzily, He coughed up a mouthful of blood from his throat.

Sylvia couldn't feel any sympathy for his pitiful appearance. Her eyes were red, and her cold and powerful hand like steel was stuck on his neck. She gritted her teeth and asked each word: "Who, let, you, do, of."

The undisguised murderous intent in Sylvia's eyes shocked the messenger. As his breathing became more difficult, he knew that if he continued to hide it, the furious woman in front of him would torture him to vomit everything.

The messenger coughed a few times, glanced at the direction of the barracks, and said intermittently: "I said, I said...it's teaching..."

Before he could speak, his eyeballs suddenly protruded from their sockets, and he let out a series of inhuman screams, and a cluster of hot blood spurted out from his chest, splashing on Sylvia's face!

The blood blurred Sylvia's expression, she stood up silently, turned to look in the direction of the barracks, and the veins in her hands clasped on the long sword around her waist emerged.

Ji Chi lowered his eyes to look at the steaming corpse. He had many potions that could revive the envoy on the spot, but he didn't need it anymore. The forces involved in this matter, except the Holy See, had no need to attack the fortress.

He also looked in the direction Sylvia was facing, where a group of monks in white robes came out of the barracks.

The archbishop approached Ji Chi, glanced at the envoy who was in a miserable state of death, and smiled at Ji Chi inexplicably: "I am so amazed by this brave man's sword skills just now, but even if you saved thousands of people People should not kill an innocent person at will, right?"

He stretched his chin towards the messenger's body.

The corpse was lying in a pool of blood, with a damaged long-handled ax lying beside it, and the ax was also stained with a lot of blood. This picture was particularly dazzling against the pure white snow, like a cruel murder scene .

The typical thief called "Catch the thief" made Ji Chi laugh, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He said softly, "Really? Actually, even if you don't do anything, he will end up in the same way, but the order is changed. You should die first." of."

The archbishop was not afraid when he heard the words. He shook his head: "It is my honor to ascend to heaven in this pure place, but we are the support sent by the king. We disappeared in the barracks for no reason. Wouldn't the king suspect it? People Won't you doubt it?"

The Archbishop looked reassuring: "I think the Snowfield Expeditionary Army should be the patron saint of the people, and not be a traitor to the empire like the Wolf King of the Northland?"

The wolf king also knew some rumors about himself, so he didn't care much about them, but it didn't mean he was willing to be slandered by others.

He bared his flickering wolf fangs, and let out a threatening growl from his throat.

"What are you guys trying to do?" Sylvia calmed down, wiped the blood on her cheeks, and asked coldly.

The archbishop's eyes moved to the wolf king, and then fell on Ji Chi's face. He said, "We came here to kill the wolf king. You also know that he killed the beast god arrogantly and caused all these disasters. It must be judged by the Almighty."

"However, it saved so many lives in the end, which is enough for us to feel its repentance." The archbishop pressed his right hand on the fiery golden badge on his chest, with a look of compassion, "So we decided to send North The ground wolf king was exiled to the land of ice and snow, and took back the weapons that could kill it."

His eyes moved slightly, and finally landed on the magic sword behind Ji Chi.

A bunch of high-sounding nonsense made Ji Chi raise the corners of his mouth. The ice and snow melted between his brows and eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared. He crossed his arms and looked at the archbishop: "I have only been in school for two years, so I really don't understand it. Can you summarize it?"

After the archbishop finished acting, he didn't go around with him, and said forcefully: "Give me the sword behind your back."

Ji Chi happened to be standing next to a weapon rack. He turned his face and casually picked at it: "Speaking of which, I am quite familiar with the Holy See. According to your corporate culture, after the incident is revealed, there is a high probability that it will be a weapon rack." Just run away."

Ji Chi picked out a palm-length short blade from the weapon rack, and put it in his hand to test its sharpness: "And you are still holding on until now... There is only one reason——"

"Tell me, who did you send over this time?"

Ji Chi's words cut through the archbishop's disguise like a sharp knife. He cursed secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but cast a sneaky glance into the air.

In fact, even if the archbishop didn't say anything, there were already keen people who could feel the fluctuations in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Oh, your lineup really hasn't changed at all..." Brandon sneered suddenly, and the big sword in his hand instantly ignited blood-colored flames, and the bursting fire element attached to the big sword, making crackling and burning sounds. "As an angel, I really do a lot of dirty things."

He raised the great sword above his head and threw it viciously at a phantom in the midair. The flame on the great sword was like a roaring fire dragon, opening its fangs and biting towards the void!

Just when the fire dragon was about to break through the phantom, a left palm with a white glove stretched out slowly, as if catching a handful of sunlight, and blocked the big sword in the palm of the hand effortlessly.

The great sword lost its power and magic power, and froze in the air for a moment, then fell down like a bird with broken wings, and hit the ground mixed with crushed ice with a clang.

The dazzling sunlight bloomed from the phantom, and a white, spotless, extremely arrogant and luxurious man walked out of it, with twelve wings stretched behind his back.

Archangel Arkanji.

When seeing him for the first time, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they knew his identity without too much speculation.

He is too dazzling, with great strength, magnificent appearance, and a ruthless and indifferent expression overlooking all beings, more like a god who came out of the early morning light, standing on the peak of the mainland.

There are still many angels behind Akeanji, and the least of these angels has eight wings behind them, but they are all holding their wings tightly at this time, nodding their heads and drooping their eyes, standing devoutly behind the Archangel.

Ake Anji's eyelashes were also the color of broken gold, and his blue pupils were cold and distant, falling on Ji Chi below, or more precisely, on the magic sword behind him.

"Mage, that sword is not something you can have." His thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was cold.

Ji Chi looked up at him fearlessly, without any concession: "It's not something that false god can own. This sword has only one owner, and I'm just inheriting his will."

Ake Anji's eyebrows moved invisibly, and finally there was a trace of emotion in his eyes, and he stared at Ji Chi thoughtfully: "Who are you?"

Ji Chi spread out a pair of cyan wind wings behind his back. He stopped at the same height as Ake Anji, his black eyes met his blue eyes, which were equally cold, but one pair suppressed countless turbulence and struggle, and the other pair was the dead silence that looked down on everything: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is, please tell that person for me - he is not worthy of being a god."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person disappeared from Ake Anji's vision in an instant.

Ake Anji's expression remained unchanged, he drooped his eyes and let out a low sigh, fluttered his wings, and the boundary of the absolute domain gushed out of his body like a tide, passing through the crowd, the snow, and the cold wind. Alone did not capture the breath of another person.

Ake Anji finally frowned slightly, a faint crease formed between his brows, he simply closed his eyes, clasped his right hand in the air——

The breathing of the people in the field stopped for a moment, their eyes widened in horror, and they wanted to run out of the field, but found that their bodies were out of their control, and they were clearly at the edge of the field in front of them, like the end point that they could never reach in their entire lives .

Their every move is controlled, and the domain is like a puppet show that has ended. The soulless puppets are rigidly still on the stage, at the mercy of others.

Still haven't found him.There was a little doubt on Ake Anji's exquisite face, he slowly opened his eyes, and the next second they widened slightly——

Ji Chi, who couldn't even notice it, was right in front of him, only ten meters away, looking at him calmly, holding an ordinary short blade in his hand.

The wings of the wind behind Ji Chi rolled up a stream of cold and warm air, passing by Ake Anji, and the moment the two passed by, he sent the short blade into the chest of the Archangel.

The short blade, which had been standing still in the wind and snow for a long time, was icy cold, and when it sank into the warm flesh and blood, it felt a sharp pain that penetrated into the soul.

Ake Anji snorted lowly, looked sideways in disbelief, and then fell into a pair of black pupils, from which he could see a little tenderness at such a close distance.

Ji Chi sighed softly, smiled at Ake Anji, and whispered in his ear, "Persist a little longer, and you will be free soon, God of Light."