Jason's bloodline power made him irritable, but it also gave him a sharp intuition. Therefore, when he waved the whip, he did not attack Chorre and Alisa. Instead, he flicked his wrist and changed the direction of the whip. At the same time, his eyes turned red, and his muscles bulged, making his black leather armor and clothes look like they were about to be torn apart.
Under his terrifying power, the whip was almost invisible, and the sharp sound of the whip could only be heard after the whip passed through Jason's body.
Lucien, who was already prepared, changed his direction halfway and dodged Jason's whip. Then, he used the dagger in his hand to cut the whip in half and continued to attack Jason.
After Jason pulled out the whip, he quickly turned around and ran towards the wooden table because his weapon was on it.
Jason's hand was lighter, and the whip was broken, but he was already holding the flail in his hand, ready to attack Lucien.
At this time, Lucien did not move forward. Instead, he suddenly stopped. The fine powder in his hand slid down, and a loud explosion sounded in the almost closed cell.
The location of the explosion was carefully calculated and chosen by Lucien. Jason's ears buzzed, and he felt dizzy for a moment. He almost couldn't hold the flail, but he was an official Knight, so he instantly got rid of this effect.
Tim and the other knight squires were standing in different parts of the room. They were still in a daze. They didn't have time to react to the iron door being knocked open, the shadow rushing in, Jason waving the whip, and the flail. Therefore, when the loud noise exploded in the closed room, they were all dizzy and dizzy. Their heads were buzzing, and they all fell to the ground and couldn't stand up for a while.
Chorre and Alisa, who were far away from the location of the explosion, were not as strong as the Knight squires. Therefore, they fainted without even making a sound. They did not even know what had happened.
The cell behind the iron bars was the furthest away from the sound, but the iron doors and the almost enclosed environment acted as accomplices. Although the echoes were not as loud as the sound wave attack that Tim and the others suffered, they were all "prisoners" who had been tortured for many days. Therefore, most of them, including Elwyn, completely fainted like Chorre and Alisa, while a small number of them who were still conscious also fell into a state of tinnitus.
The apprentice-level spell "Homan's Cough", as long as one knew how to use it and how to coordinate it with the environment, could also create a satisfying temporary clearing effect!
Moreover, Lucien, who was prepared, directly cast the spell without any incantations in order to save time and seize the opportunity!
Although this kind of casting consumed a lot of Spiritual Energy, Lucien could already support five or six of them at the moment. Of course, he wouldn't be stingy at such a critical moment.
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The sound wave produced by "Homan's Cough" was an area attack, and Lucien himself was also affected, so he was only slightly dizzy. When he recovered, Johnson also waved his flail.
His flail was pitch-black and looked extremely heavy. However, the three flail heads all had different appearances. One had tiny silver snake-like lightning jumping about it from time to time, one was wrapped in raging flames, and the last had a layer of rotten green viscous watery light around it.
This was a magical weapon that was imbued with lightning, fire, and acid elemental damage!
Johnson's eyes were red, and his arms were bulging. He waved the flail with full strength. The sound filled the whole room, and the air in the range was dyed red, silver, and green.
Facing Lucien, he was completely focused on attacking, and he didn't care about defense at all. It seemed that he wanted to exchange his own injury for a chance to hit Lucien directly.
Of course, Lucien would not fight with Johnson face to face. Instead, he relied on his own speed and agility to move around in the room. In the red, green, and silver light, Lucien was dodging and attacking like a ghost.
However, after only a few seconds, Lucien realized that something was wrong. Even though the silver lightning bolts did not hit him, they still affected the air nearby, causing him to feel numb and tremble, which slowly affected his speed and agility.
"I can't drag this out any longer!" Lucien calmly judged the situation.
This was not only because the longer the battle dragged on, the greater the effect of the flail, and the more dangerous it would be for him, but also because Camille and the red robe could attack at any time.
Luckily, Lucien had always wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, so he jumped back a few steps and retreated to the door, temporarily increasing the distance between him and Johnson.
Johnson's eyes were red, and he seemed to have lost his mind. Instead of retreating, he strode forward and waved his flail, chasing after Lucien.
Little bits of glittering powder flowed out from between Lucien's fingers. He was still casting spells without incantations.
A dazzling ball of light suddenly appeared, and the bright light illuminated the dark cell as if it was daytime.
The rapid change of light and darkness made Johnson close his eyes, but he did not dodge. He only hesitated for a moment, and then continued to wave his flail forward, as if he was not afraid of being injured, as long as he could finish off his enemy!
Lucien squinted his eyes, and when Johnson was a little slow, he suddenly stomped on the ground and turned into a shadow, bypassing the flail and pouncing towards Johnson from the side. The silver dagger in his hand shone with a cold and sharp light under the light.
Johnson's intuition was sharp. He pulled back his elbow, and the flail immediately changed direction.
Unfortunately, Lucien's speed and agility were much higher than his, and the flail could only hit Lucien's back.
The silver dagger stabbed into Johnson's chest, but his strong muscles were like iron plates, and together with his black leather armor, the dagger was completely blocked. The dagger even began to break.
"Berserk Barbarian" bloodline!
Without a strong defense, Johnson would not dare to attack so crazily after going berserk!
Johnson looked at Lucien with a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression. The flail was almost touching his back, and he could almost smell the captivating smell of blood in the air.
But at this time, Johnson saw Lucien look up and smile at him.
"No!" His sharp intuition immediately sensed a great danger, a danger that could kill him! So he leaned back, trying to dodge the attack.
When the dagger stabbed into Johnson, Lucien's hand shone with a cold light. Three transparent ice daggers appeared out of nowhere and shot towards Johnson's throat, chest, and waist.
Although Johnson sensed the danger, there was no distance between them. As soon as Johnson leaned back, "Palmeira's Ice Dagger" hit him.
Jensen desperately bulged his muscles to defend himself. A flying ice blade that had pierced through his black leather armor was caught in his chest, and only half of it went in.
Unfortunately, his throat and waist did not have this ability. His throat and waist were cut open, and half of his neck was cut off. His head was shaking, and it seemed like it was going to fall off. Blood gushed out, but it was frozen in midair.
At the same time, Lucien's body quickly blurred, and with a silver glow, he blocked the attack of the flail on his back!
The flames and acid burned the moonlight with some red and green colors before quickly disappearing. However, the silver lightning danced in the moonlight.
Lucien felt a piercing pain, and he almost could not maintain his moonlight form. His whole body was paralyzed as if he had been electrocuted.
Bang! As Johnson and Lucien fell to the ground together, the flail also fell to the ground, breaking away from Lucien's moonlight form.
After a few seconds, Lucien finally recovered a bit with the self-healing ability of Moonlight. He stood up and looked at Johnson's body.
The redness in Jensen's eyes had faded, and they were wide open. They were filled with anger, as if they were going to pop out of their sockets. It was as if he couldn't believe that this enemy, who seemed weak except for speed, could suddenly burst out with such strong defense and attack power. "If he has such a strong supernatural attack power, why doesn't he just attack from a distance?!"
Since Lucien broke through the iron door and rushed in, he had been hiding his moonlight form and Ice Avenger. By casting two spells at the same time, not only did he clear the area, but he also made Johnson seriously underestimate his own power. Johnson thought that Lucien was only an apprentice who was so agile because of the enhancement of magic effects.
In the end, Lucien created an opportunity for both sides to be wounded, and then he killed Johnson.
When it came to exchanging blows, Lucien's defense was even stronger than Johnson's! In the previous battle, Lucien had been showing that he was afraid of such a way of fighting!
However, Lucien recalled the previous battle and realized that Johnson was attacking crazily from the beginning without any rational thought. That was to say, Lucien's actions were superfluous, and he could have achieved the result without any hiding. "This guy has a Berserk Blessing, so what I did just now was unnecessary. I was really flirting with a blind man … "
After twisting Johnson's head off his neck and making sure that he was dead, Lucien turned around and looked at the four Knight squires who were trying to stand up in dizziness.
Walking to one of them, Lucien extended his hand and grabbed his neck while he was still in a daze and fear. Crack! His neck was broken.
After killing three Knight squires quickly, Lucien stood next to Tim.
At this time, Tim had already recovered from the dizziness caused by the sound wave. He saw Lucien with his black hood covering his face, saw the corpses on the ground, and saw Lucien's slender hand reaching for his throat.
He tried to dodge and retreat according to the fighting techniques he had been trained in, but he realized in despair that the distance between the hand and his throat was getting shorter and shorter.
Then, a cold sensation passed from the skin on his neck to his brain, and he couldn't help but tremble. Small particles appeared on the surface of the skin on his throat.
"Let me go, please let me go, the great Master of Argent will give you endless wealth and power." Tears and snot flowed out of Tim's eyes as he quickly begged Lucien for mercy.
Lucien didn't hesitate. His fingers tightened, and Tim could no longer speak. He could only squeeze out a vague sound from his throat.
Then, with the sound of his throat breaking, Tim fell down with a look of despair and hatred.
In order to not let people suspect "Professor", killing and destroying the body was necessary. And Lucien had been through so many things and battles, so he was no longer afraid or hesitant to kill people. He only felt regret at the loss of life in his own hands.
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Taking the time to gather the five corpses, Lucien picked up Johnson's flail and whipped them with fire and acid. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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