Chapter 235 Fight! Defend My Lab!

Grete returned to the laboratory excitedly.

The necromancy boss who sat next to him during the meeting actually helped him. He made a request on the first day, and on the third night, he was given a lot of various molds. Things that grow in the corners, things that grow under the eaves, forgotten mops, moldy rags, uneaten melons, forgotten bread in the drawer...

Green, green, blue, half blue but not green, half green but not green...

With such a large number of various molds, penicillin can definitely be cultivated!

Gretel didn't even wait until the dinner was over. After listening to the band playing one, two, three, four, five songs, and seeing the big guys leaving the stage one after another, he hurriedly slipped out. After getting on the carriage, I had time to fill my stomach: a piece of fish steak in my left hand, a piece of meat pie in my right hand, gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw...

All the way back to the laboratory, the surroundings were completely silent, and there was no longer any light in the nearby houses. Bernard was also in a deep sleep. When he saw Grete opening the door and coming in, he opened his eyes and turned over to continue sleeping.

Gretel didn't pick him up either. I put on protective clothing, opened the airlocks layer by layer, and went in, preparing to put the mold back into the red zone first. Making culture media, adding bacterial strains, and then adding these molds is such a big job that it can’t be done in a while. Tonight’s task is to put the molds in...

The chain turns. Airlock opens. The sound of the mechanism was heard, and Marcus Breno, who was in front of the iron cabinet, suddenly turned around and tightened his grip on the dagger.

——Someone came in.

Want to hide?

Do you want to use shadow jump to leave here temporarily, wait for the other party to exit, and then come back to search?

Or - simply stop doing nothing and rush out to kidnap the visitor and torture him about the location of the treasure?

Marcus listened with bated breath.

The singing outside the room is getting closer. In the sound of his own heartbeat, he seemed so light and carefree. What a good luck, Marcus thought, that little mage looked completely defenseless...

And he took no barbarian entourage with him. Marcus looked carefully and found that in the huge room, there were only the footsteps and singing of the little mage. He had confirmed with his own eyes in the restaurant a few days ago that the little mage was only at level three. In other words, as long as he acted quickly enough and was lucky enough, he could restrain the barbarian before alerting him——

Then, the entire Dragon Secret Treasure will be opened to him.

Marcus jumped up silently. His arms and legs were spread out, hanging upside down from the ceiling, motionless.

The spider walking technique allows people like them who walk in the dark night to move on walls and ceilings like spiders. If that little mage walks into the treasure room, then just pounce on him unexpectedly the moment he enters the door...

He waited patiently, like a spider spreading its web, waiting for prey to arrive. Outside the room, the footsteps of the little mage were still approaching, one step, two steps... Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, followed by the little mage's surprised voice:

"Huh?"

What's wrong?

What did he find?

Marcus' heart tightened slightly. Along the way, the items I touched and the footprints I left... No, I didn't touch anything. The floor was smooth and there were no footprints left. Every door is closed, and the curtain outside the door... the curtain...

He did close the curtain, but maybe it wasn't restored to exactly the same state! Even a little wrinkle or unevenness may be discovered by the little mage outside!

Can't wait any longer!

Marcus jumped down and rushed out with a bang. The cold light of the dagger flashed, and the sharp tip reflected a monster wearing indescribable clothing and a long beak on its head.

Grete suddenly stood up. One hand reached for his waist bag and held a tube of potassium permanganate. The palm of the other hand stretched forward, making a gesture of casting a spell.

Marcus stopped immediately. Dragon Breath Technique! That little mage's Dragon Breath Technique, the Dragon Breath Technique that once swallowed up a ninth-level knight, is coming!

But this time he came prepared. The thief took out a talisman and shook it hard. The red light rose silently and formed a translucent barrier, firmly protecting him within it.

Huh, this is the flame shield given by the referee, you didn't expect it! This shield can absorb fire magic, enough to withstand one or even two Dragon Breath spells! You are just a third-level mage. Without your trump card, let’s see what other tricks you can do!

But no flames came out of Grete's palm. Instead, he closed the five fingers of his right hand to form a cone shape and stabbed the thief hard. The firelight on the barrier fluctuated slightly, and Marcus felt dizzy. His ears were buzzing, as if he had been hit in the front.

Gretel had no intention of using the Dragon Breath Hand.

What a joke, this room is full of bacteria he cultivated. If a white fire is swept over, half of the glass petri dish will explode! His hard work for so many days was all over!

If he wants to fight, at least let him retreat to the anatomy room! It's all empty space!

So Gretel cast another spell. The ultrasonic attack was transformed from the [B-ultrasound magic] engraved in the meditation environment when he advanced to the second level mage.

Colorless, invisible, and silent - as long as the power of the ultrasonic wave is strong enough and the output point is precise enough, this attack magic will explode your eyes and burn your heart!

Have you ever heard of Haifu Dao?

This is a large one!

Of course, Gretel cannot achieve high enough focusing accuracy, such as being able to hit the eyeballs of moving targets at a distance of four or five meters. So he adopted a headshot strategy: simply enlarge the circle where the ultrasound is focused to the size of a human face, and then work hard to increase the power, increase the power, increase the power...

Fire shields are unresponsive to ultrasonic strikes. Gretel's blow was not wasted at all, it hit Marcus in the face.

The thief was hit so hard that his head fell back. Without the physical strength brought by the high-level physics profession, he would have fainted and died on the spot. Even so, Marcus wiped his ears and nose casually and wiped the blood on his hand.

What's this……

What's this!

Gretel still stretched out his hand and aimed at him, stepped back, and retreated step by step. Marcus gritted his teeth, lowered his body, and started running forward. Fold left, fold right, jump to the ground, jump up...

Several quick feints in a row. Grete was dazzled and immediately lost sight of the enemy in his field of vision. He accelerated his feet and retreated continuously, but suddenly a strong force came from directly in front of him, causing him to fall backward——

"MD!"

It’s really no good compared to agility in combat professions! If you can't keep the distance and kite the opponent, that's death!

Grete fell to the ground, cursing secretly. Opposite him, Marcus Breno simply cursed:

“x-on:#$%&*……”

What is this little mage carrying? The knife was struck just now, but that strange robe was not even touched!

Grete: "..." Why do you think I can't open a shield! When fighting a mage, start by giving yourself a bunch of defenses, including mage armor, shielding, and resistance enhancement. This is the basic thing!

The knife just now only took away my shield technique!

Gretel rolled on the spot and shrank into the corner. Just as he was about to put up the shield again, his pupils suddenly shrank:

The enemy dressed in black and masked with a black scarf did not pounce again. Instead, he waved his hand and swept away seven or eight petri dishes and threw them at him!

"don't want----"

Gretel screamed. There are bacteria in here! It's bacteria!

It’s the various pathogenic bacteria he cultivated! In this house alone, half of the list of infectious diseases from Category A to Category B can be collected!

This can be smashed casually! ! !

Gretel temporarily canceled the shield technique. Hold the potassium permanganate tightly with your left hand, stretch your right palm flat, and the blazing white fire suddenly spurts out and sweeps across the front!

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

The vessel exploded, glass flew everywhere, and agar, bacteria, and spores turned silently to ashes.

Grete had deliberately controlled the range of the spell so as not to sweep into the nearby shelf. However, at this moment, more petri dishes flew up, and the entire wall of shelves was picked up by the thief and smashed towards him!

MD!

Do you still want to live?

I'm wearing protective clothing and using air bubbles, and you have nothing but a face towel! Still smashed! Smash you a**!

Gretel was furious. He could have activated the teleportation technique and escaped immediately, but at this time he couldn't care less, he just wanted to capture the enemy quickly. He cast another shield spell on himself, knelt down on one knee, and pulled off his gloves. The fingertips are exposed in the air, stretched out, holding a ray of breeze:

"Give birth——"

Give me all the bacteria and spores that are floating freely in the air in this room——

Breed!

accelerate!

Grow!

All the culture media that is spilled is your nourishment!

Clean up later! There is plenty of white fire! Disinfectant water is also available! I'll kill you first and then I'll finish it off!

The green light suddenly flourished. Gretel cast the spell with all his strength in anger, causing the magic to sweep through the air, the water on the ground, and the enemy's body wrapped in black. On the clothes, on the dagger, and even on the thief's face towel, clusters of mildew soon appeared.

Marcus was stunned.

As a night watchman of the Glorious Holy See, he had also seen similar evil spells, and had even killed one with his own hands - when he cut his throat with a sharp blade, the evil priest was kneeling down to spawn a green wheat seedling.

But there is not a single plant in this room, not even the slightest green thing. What is the other party doing? What does he want to spawn to deal with me? !

Before I could finish a thought, my chest suddenly felt itchy, followed by severe pain. Marcus bent down subconsciously, covered his mouth and coughed violently. He let go of his hand and looked down, his palm was full of blood.

What kind of evil spell is this... disease spell... Is this little mage a necromancer?

We need to kill him quickly. If we don't kill him, we won't be able to get out alive today...

Marcus rushed forward.

The black light of the dagger flourished, and all his own strength and the constant magic of the dagger were fully activated, and he wiped it towards Grete's throat. This knife was unreserved, and the effect was astonishing. The shield technique and the mage's armor cracked silently, the thick leather protective clothing cut a hole, and the sharp dagger continued to penetrate deep——

"boom!"

Marcus' whole body bounced outward. In front of Gretel, the force field shield popped up silently, firmly protecting its owner.

Endless ink pen.

There is constant mage armor on the master. When the armor is broken, [Force Field Shield] is automatically triggered.

Inside the shield, Gretel looked horrified, glanced at him from afar, and touched the slit on the throat of the protective suit.

Then, without hesitation, he activated the teleportation technique, and the light flashed and disappeared.

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