Mage Manual

Chapter 1636 - 1201: Tearing Off the Mask (Part 3)

With a final furious shout, Morag unexpectedly flicked out a shadowy blood light, the ripples in the space indicating that it was a space-penetrating defense-breaking Miracle, one that ordinary Holy Domains could not withstand! In fact, its effects were even more Evil; once hit, it would destroy the target’s genes, causing their body to melt like mud in an instant. Even a Healing Miracle could not restore them, leaving them as nothing but a mass of painful flesh Monster!

Hapi only felt goosebumps all over, and a chill shot straight to her head, but the sneak attack from the Legendary Mage was unimaginably fast, leaving her no time to dodge—

Bang bang!

With two gunshots, Morag instantaneously raised a Holy Domain, but it was completely useless as the gun bullet directly pierced through his skull, bursting out a number of bats!

"Interesting."

Qinna stood before Hapi, holding two long-barreled Hand Cannons at some point, the Elf Clan Leader’s pride resonating as loudly as the gunfire throughout the area: "It’s my first time seeing someone dodge my gun bullets like that."

"It’s also my first time seeing someone shoot through my ’Mud Flower.’" Morag, with only half his face left, calmly said as the bats quickly flew back to reform his head, "I didn’t expect the Kingdom of Gospel to have such an outstanding gun technique Legend."

"It’s a pity I specialize in weakness and Blood Magic, which happens to counter all physical attacks," he exposed his own information without hesitation: "’Blood Bat Transformation’ allows me to evade as bats when attacked, with the highest record being 66 hits in a second, yet I am unharmed despite several hundred blood bats being slashed."

"Wrong." Qinna sneered: "I am a soul Legend."

"You think just because of some weak flesh Defense Miracle, you’ll make me return in defeat?"

What? Morag was stunned, as bluish lines suddenly lit his head, and in an instant, a burst of blood flowers erupted, and Gray Flame violently burned on his neck!

"How dare you harm Morag—"

Bart roared, near madness. There was a mix of acting and real fury; although their original plan was to provoke at any chance, Morag being shot in the head was not anticipated. In his anger, he activated his most proficient and terrifying necromantic Miracle—the Desecration Wave!

A large-scale indiscriminate damaging Miracle, with only Blood Saint Moon Shadow and other necromantic entities being immune!

On the other side, Norman immediately uncovered his mask, revealing a lipless, hideous mouth. He opened it and spewed thick black smoke, rushing out with the strong wind—he was a dual-faction Legendary of toxic wind, whose breath unleashed a deadly plague that left nothing alive within a hundred meters!

Having their companion attacked, they became utterly unrestrained. After all, this wasn’t the Blood Moon, and they couldn’t wait to commit slaughter on this land, bringing a little Legendary shock to the Evangelists!

"Of course she dared."

Illusory violet light engulfed the Blood Moon envoys, imprisoning them as in a cage. Neither the necromantic wave nor the toxic fog could break through the violet light, with none of the Blood Saint Legend’s deadly moves affecting the Evangelists, all being borne by the Spellcasters themselves!

What is this!?

Bal and Norman looked up in astonishment, seeing a mystical dragon entity with a veiled face emerging behind Hanna, its brilliant and ethereal wings shrouding Hanna’s form. Even wearing combat attire, this Chief Witch seemed less like a warrior and more like a proud and elegant Princess.

"But how dare you act presumptuously in front of me!" Hanna slightly raised her chin, four Void Wings unfolding freely, the anger of regal authority swept through the hall like a tidal wave, causing Merda’s legs to nearly buckle, almost kneeling alongside the other Evangelists.