Chapter 323 You Are a Disgrace to the Name of a Magician!

The magic wand in Lu Wenwu's hand pointed at Ild's brain.

A blazing red halo rose, and the terrifying temperature almost cooked the person and steamed him out.

"If you don't come out, I will go in, right?"

As soon as Lu Wenwu finished speaking, black energy rolled over Ild's body.

There was a vague smell of blood, and billowing black clouds rolled and gathered in front of him, showing a black and red figure.

However, Ild suddenly fell to the ground. The skin on his body was aging visibly to the naked eye. His thick black hair gradually became mottled and gray, and his vitality dropped again.

"What on earth are you?"

As soon as the black and red blood demon stretched out his hand, the staff that fell to the ground before was already in his hand.

"You can't be human. Even dragonborn and beings with Titan blood can't have such a terrifying body like yours."

"There is no doubt that I am human."

Lu Wenwu smiled and opened the Eye of True Seeing.

[Soul of Blood Demon Bra (D-~S+)]: 324 2000/? ? ?

[Cultivation]: Dharma God (Incomplete), Ten-ring Arcanist (Incomplete), Archbishop of Divine Magic

[Current status]: Blood magic, night magic, magic aggregation, magic will, magic soul, arcane protection, immortality, uncertainty, caution

[Analysis]: After merging blood magic, magic, and arcana, Blood Demon Bra survived in the form of a strange soul. It has immortal power to a certain extent, and can be reborn even if its soul is shattered.

Immortality characteristic.

This bra seems to be really something.

Lu Wenwu was slightly surprised after seeing the detailed analysis.

Even scattered souls can be reunited and reborn. This kind of bug-level Lao Liu ability can actually be achieved by a cultivator who has never embarked on the long stage of ascending to the gods?

Is it because of the characteristics of magic, or because of the so-called blood magic?

Lu Wenwu re-raised the priority of searching for the missing gods.

Uncle Isidro mentioned that the Blood Demon once broke into the kingdom of the God of Blood and Dark Night and gained part of the inheritance and power. It is very likely true.

In this case, it is necessary to catch the other party for interrogation.

While Lu Wenwu was still thinking about how to catch the opponent and interrogate the whereabouts of the Kingdom of God, Blood Demon Bulla took the lead.

An arrow emitting a breathtaking red light pierced the sky and shot towards the heart.

Lu Wenwu turned sideways and tried to dodge, but unexpectedly, the bloody arrow actually slid through half an arc in the air and forcibly changed its direction!

"Can actually turn corners!"

Lu Wenwu exclaimed and reached out to hold the blood arrow.

Feeling a different kind of power struggling in his hands, like a vampire trying to drain his blood, Lu Wenwu clenched his fist fiercely.

The scarlet arrow broke with a sound and exploded into the rainy night.

"You are strong and proud."

The Blood Demon held the huge staff and moved slowly in the heavy rain, sneering.

"You could have killed Ild in an instant, but you had to use words to break through the defense in his heart. You clearly have magic immunity comparable to that of a dragon, but you pretended to be an ordinary person and played with your opponent's mind."

"Did I?" Lu Wenwu glared, "Which sentence I said was not the truth?"

"Maybe"

The blood demon whispered, and his eyes suddenly glowed red.

His figure actually disappeared in an instant, turning into a ball of black energy that swirled towards Lu Wenwu and exploded around him.

The next second, Bulla's figure suddenly appeared behind Lu Wenwu, and the huge staff turned into a sharp short spear shining with scarlet light at some point!

The shimmering cold light was so sharp that even the heavy rain and thunder were cut away, forming a strange vacuum area.

"A mage, right? A demon, right? Then try this!"

Dark Night Blood Thorn, one of the powerful abilities that Blood Demon Bra learned from the kingdom of the God of Blood and Dark Night.

It may not be that effective against other professionals.

But when facing a physically fragile spell caster, it is definitely a magic weapon.

The number of powerful Dharma gods who have died under his move exceeds double digits, and it can definitely be called an assassination weapon.

At the same time, this is also his tactic to keep the bottom of the box.

Everyone who has seen this move is dead.

Who would have thought that Blood Demon Bra, a pure magician, could actually guest star as an assassin who believes in shadows?

Being proficient in the power of shadow is the foundation for becoming an assassin!

"Is this a different kind of shadow walk?"

Lu Wenwu felt the whistling wind coming from behind, and raised his right hand holding the wand to his ear.

Along with the surge of blood-evil energy in the body, the fully activated fire dragon staff burst out with golden and red light at the same time, which was so dazzling in the dark night and heavy rain that it almost pierced the sky.

"Uh-huh!"

The Fire Demonic Dragon Staff, which instantly swelled to a length of three meters, was swung by Lu Wenwu, and the terrifying strength of the knotted muscles was clearly seen by the Blood Demon.

The fire dragon staff burning with blazing flames swept across with a terrifying scream that tore the air.

Its power is so great that even the tough staff body, which has been strengthened by many top-grade materials, is slightly bent, showing a slight arc.

Wherever the wand passed, all the elements and magic exploded, and the violent wind pressure actually formed a violent wind!

Blood Demon Bula's eyes were about to burst, and he almost wanted to use the Dark Night Magic to forcefully stop this move and run away.

But, it was too late to leave now.

The violent fire dragon staff instantly shattered the dark night blood thorn that Bra was proud of, and directly hit his black and red body.

"Boom!"

The whole academy was shocked by this bombardment.

Those sleepy students only felt as if a fire dragon was flying in the air and soaring into the sky.

The rolling air waves spread in all directions, and a small elemental tsunami broke out in the forest of the reserve.

Within the range of the wind pressure brought by the magic wand, all objects and creatures were crushed by this violent force, and the mixture was evenly spread on the soil.

From then on, there was a super flat square in the forest of the reserve.

Even the hardest stone was turned into powder.

To be honest, Bra, the assassin among mages, was absolutely terrifying in the mage civil war.

In the Gods Continent where every spellcaster has a glass cannon, a low-level assassin has a certain chance of killing a truth-level wizard who has exhausted his magic power and has no magic props to protect him if he seizes the opportunity.

If it were a warrior or a knight, then I suggest you don't dream.

Even if a high-level melee professional stands there and lets you hit him, you can't break his defense.

This is the situation that the blood demon is facing now.

Unfortunately, Lu Wenwu is an invincible melee fighter who combines tanks and warriors.

Want to behead him by attacking the magician?

It's a bit of a trap.

Lu Wenwu carried the burning magic wand and strode forward.

There, a black and red shadow slowly gathered.

Under the shadow, the haggard and emaciated Ild lay there quietly, frowning and looking extremely painful.

Previously, his young and full of vitality body has begun to show signs of aging. The skin that should have become white and shiny due to the infiltration of magic power has weathered like an old farmer, losing its elasticity.

His hair has completely turned a shocking gray-white, like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who has worked hard for half his life. Fatigue and aging are fully highlighted on him.

"It seems that how much strength you can exert depends on how much life force is left in Mr. Yild's body?" Lu Wenwu saw the result at a glance, without even opening the eye of true vision.

After so many worlds of experience, he is no longer a Wuxia Amon, and there are commonalities between many things and experiences.

Yild, life has entered the countdown.

Even if he advances to the realm of truth on the spot, his life span will not exceed a hundred years at most.

The original source is too much.

As the "golden finger grandfather", the blood demon Bula seems powerful at this time, but in fact it is just a false prosperity.

Unlike Yao Lao's possession that consumes his own soul power, every attack and every dodge of Bra must forcibly draw out the life force in Ild's body as energy for casting spells.

Life force is just a general term.

In fact, it not only includes the most common vitality, but also the blood and qi that warriors and knights are more familiar with, and even the soul power that undead creatures and necromancers are good at.

Blood and vitality can be supplemented by external objects.

But for the soul, those who have not practiced special methods can only rest.

If the loss is small, maybe just some vitality is lost, and the loss can be made up after resting for a while.

If the loss is too much, the person will be useless.

From the decline of consciousness to the loss of control over body functions, life is counted down.

"You are definitely not the new life of Magik! How much benefit did that little beast Lieyang give you to convince you to set up a trap to trick me?"

The figure of the blood demon is lighter than before, and the vigilance and murderous intent in his eyes are getting stronger.

"You are not a god of law, and you are not the truth. This level of power, and it is pure physical power, the body is immune to high-level magic, only dragons of the same realm can do it. A middle-aged black dragon, or a young black dragon with special blood?"

"Unfortunately, neither." Lu Wenwu shrugged, "The Lieyang you mentioned should be the principal? We only talked at the opening ceremony, but what you said makes sense. I helped the school solve a problem, and I should be rewarded."

"Impossible! Except for the good-tempered idiots like Silver Dragon, no dragon can unconditionally help humans!"

The blood demon shouted sternly, and black air surged in his hands.

"Even a mature silver dragon can't have your physical strength. It's not like I haven't killed silver dragons of ancient blood before!"

"Make a condition. Let me go. I don't want that idiot Ild. His body and soul are yours."

"Power, strength, status, wealth, everything you want, I can give you! Do you want to know the secrets of the gods? I've been to the kingdom of the God of Blood and Dark Night, I can take you in!"

"Are you sure you can give me everything I want?" Lu Wenwu's eyes lit up.

The blood demon was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes, if you are worried, we can sign the ancient covenant, and ask the God of Blood and Dark Night to be a witness."

He just said it casually, in fact, he never thought that someone would actually agree to such a thing.

Under normal circumstances, these words are just to delay time for escape.

But if you can really bribe a dragon that has infiltrated the Magic Academy with these, it is definitely a very cost-effective deal.

"My request is very simple. As long as you can use the same ingredients and cook a better egg-filled pancake than mine, you can leave." Lu Wenwu said, "I can even worship you as my master."

"Egg-filled pancake?"

The Blood Demon was stunned. What the hell is egg-filled pancake? How come I have never heard of it?

It sounds like a very simple food?

"No, it's a kind of food? Why do you have such a request? I'm talking about everything, everything! Power, status, wealth, strength, don't you want these? Don't you have the highest pursuit?"

"Yes, egg-filled pancake." Lu Wenwu said seriously, "All other things are just paving the way for egg-filled pancakes. They are not important, and I am not too interested in them."

"Don't tell me that you practice just to make better egg-filled pancakes." The Blood Demon's expression was obviously a little bit tense.

"Of course, otherwise why would I practice?" Lu Wenwu nodded in agreement, "If I don't practice, I can't get many ingredients, and I don't have the ability and time to study more advanced cooking techniques. What's the problem with this?"

"Of course there is a problem!" The Blood Demon roared in despair, "You are just a cook. You practice to study cooking. What's the point of being so good at fighting!"

"Of course it's for self-protection, then what else?" Lu Wenwu asked in confusion, "But now that you put it that way, I admit that studying boxing and improving purity is indeed quite interesting, but it's still not as good as egg-filled pancakes."

"Damn, it turns out to be a mentally ill idiot!"

The Blood Demon was so angry that he exploded directly in the air, and the black air and blood mist in the sky suddenly spread in all directions, and disappeared almost instantly.

"Unlucky thing! Just stay here and keep making your egg-filled pancakes! When I, the Blood Demon, revive again in the world and come to Magik in my peak state, I look forward to your expression of fear at that time!"

"Oh?"

Lu Wenwu smiled calmly, swung the Fire Dragon Staff and smashed it towards a certain area in the air.

In just a moment, the violent force directly shattered the space, and a black shadow stained with blood was violently smashed out of it!

Who else could it be if not the Blood Demon?

The Fire Dragon Staff went down and directly penetrated the shadow space layer, exposing the hidden Blood Demon back to the main material plane.

Lu Wenwu bent down, stretched out his hand to pinch the Blood Demon who was still struggling, looked directly into his eyes that made people feel chilly at a glance, and exerted force in his hands.

The Blood Demon's head deformed at his fingertips, and it looked uneven like a balloon.

He laughed shrilly like a madman: "You brainless idiot, you don't understand how powerful I, Blood Demon Bula, am! I am the chosen son who has entered the kingdom of the God of Blood and Dark Night. I am immortal! Immortal, understand! Even if you kill me, I will still resurrect..."

"Bang!"

All the noise stopped abruptly, and the whole forest was left with only the sound of the rain that gradually faded away, and the heavy breathing of Ildnara like a bellows.

Lu Wenwu ruthlessly crushed the Blood Demon's head, almost purifying his strange soul.

In his hand, in the swaying flames, a very pure and refined soul fragment was perfectly preserved.

This fragment came from the Blood Demon!

"I know, I think I actually have a say in this regard."

Lu Wenwu muttered, and felt that the Underworld Civil Service Certificate in his backpack became more and more dazzling.