Demon Sage

"Don't kill me...don't kill me!"

Griffin struggled, the murderous intent in the murderer's eyes was a horror he had never seen before.

"Nobles, so they would be afraid too."

Killing a nobleman will raise his status in this circle a lot in the future. After all, not everyone can have this resume.

Enough for him to blow for the rest of his life!

He clenched the handle of the knife tightly, his blood gushing up, as if he was about to complete a milestone in his life.

The knife came to an end and stopped.

It's not that he was afraid, but that the wrist was hit violently in an instant, so that the whole hand was twisted, the fingers loosened in the vibration, the short knife fell off suddenly, and was caught by an invisible force in mid-air.

Rush in the opposite direction, the blade enters the abdomen!

This is Donald's new use of invisible servants after thinking.

The invisible servant formed by simple spell casting is just a mass of energy, which needs to consume a part of mental power, and the amount is very small. Considering Donald's current mental power close to 3, it is only about 0.5.

The point is that the next command Donald wants to give it will consume a certain amount of mental power according to the complexity of the command.

It can be seen that the difference between ordering the invisible servant to hold a glass of water and ordering it to write a word is about 0.2 of the mental power consumption difference.

Not to mention to form a special shape, such as a long sword, a mace, etc., the power is hard to say, after all, there is no experiment.

But Donald can't handle the consumption right now.

Therefore, Donald chose to let the energy group use external force, such as this enemy's short knife, to control the energy to wrap the knife handle and send it forward. It is not difficult.

Blood was flowing out along the blade, and it was still stabbing inward.

Donald doesn't look at this picture. On the one hand, he is not very used to watching others die in front of his eyes. On the other hand... he is very busy now.

The tenacious shield blocked the sword. In the eyes of the villains on the opposite side, they only saw their weapons slashing in the air, and there was no clanging sound, as if they were hitting the water with their weapons, and they only saw a circle of ripples spreading. , but there was no trace of damage to the man in the back.

"This guy, he is also..."

These people follow the people who are fighting Sherlock every day, and more or less know the situation in this regard.

Those who can do things that ordinary people can't do are aliens!

boom! boom!

He fired two shots in a row, blood splashed all over the shield, Donald's face was not good-looking, even though he had made psychological preparations in advance.

When he saw the flesh and blood on the faces of these people and the red and white brains, it would be a lie to say that he didn't feel anything.

She just forcibly suppressed the discomfort in her heart.

The clock meditation method has also made great progress in his emotional control.

"Monster...monster! Go to hell!"

The only one left holding the gun in both hands, blushing, not knowing whether it was nervous or frightened, he pulled the trigger again and again, the bullets shot up, and the white smoke charged with the smell of gunpowder.

Boom, boom, boom...

Like a pebble falling into the water, like the previous sword, the bullet was blocked by a tough shield. Donald maintained the shield with one hand. At this moment, his mental power consumption was close to 1.5, which was about to pass half.

Just over half!

From the practice of clock meditation to the present, Donald finally experienced this emotion that all aliens will feel.

It's called superiority!

these enemies.

These ordinary enemies.

These... ordinary people.

too weak!

The invisible servant wrapped a short knife and slashed the opponent's ankle. The blood was spread on the ground.

"It's useless."

With the pistol in his right hand hanging by his side, Donald watched the other party pull the trigger again and again until the remaining bullets in the magazine were exhausted. Then he hurriedly picked up the weapon on the ground and charged with a steel rod.

The tenacious shield was lifted, and with a slight turn of his left hand, the short knife pierced his back, and the tip of the knife was exposed on his chest.

The control of invisible servants is becoming more and more skilled.

This is Donald's first real fight.

Showing all his means, 1 enemy 5, more than half of his mental power was consumed, and the result was all beheadings.

Of course, there are reasons why he kills one person first, and kills one with invisible servants, plus there is only one firearm among the remaining people.

But victory is victory!

Donald began to take a deep breath. There seemed to be some kind of emotion in his heart that wanted to explode. He suddenly wanted to tell everyone loudly that he was strong.

This is inflated.

However, when he saw the corpse lying in front of him, the blood flowing everywhere, and the faces full of fear, Donald suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. These people were all killed by himself, and he became the murderer.

Or 5 lives...

"Donald, don't stand stupidly. If you don't come to help, I'll show you."

Sherlock's shouts behind him brought Donald back to reality. Now is not the time to swell or think for himself.

Looking back, he found that Sherlock was already in a state of embarrassment, his clothes were loose and droopy, and there were two scratches on his chest~www.wuxiahere.com~ There was a continuous drop of blood on his right arm, a penetrating wound.

On the other hand, the alien on the other side had no change in his body and bottom, but his face was a little pale, his breath was unstable, he kept his pace, and adjusted his breath as he walked.

"This guy is not simple. Not only does the mobile air wall formed by the talent ability restrain my firearms, but also the melee combat ability is extremely strong, you have to be careful... these people were all killed by you? Donald, you are really not ordinary people!"

Sherlock clutched his chest. He had been concentrating on dealing with the boss before. He saw that Donald seemed to have ended the battle before approaching him, and now he noticed the corpses lying all around him.

"I, this... I can explain."

My heart sank. I was in a critical situation just now, so I had to use magic. Because I was in a state of excitement, I didn't think about it so much, so I didn't do anything to cover it up.

Now it seems that the identity has finally been revealed.

"Explain what? You're not an ordinary person. If you were an ordinary person, who would deal with this guy in front of you? We both have to die here. It's great that you are a stranger."

At this time, there is no way of saying his identity. Sherlock wished that Donald was a powerful alien. The two of them had experienced a lot together. Sherlock knew whether Donald was an evil person or not.

He trusted his own judgment.

"Okay, you can actually meet a stranger, look at the way you kill my subordinates... There is no decent means of attack, relying on bullets? Not qualified!"

The knife-wielding leader saw that his subordinates were lying on the ground, most of them were shot and killed, and he immediately had a bottom line.

Standing with his feet open, looking at Donald and the two, he lifted the short knife in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, he stood with his feet spread out like a gun mount.

Air cannon!