"Your Excellency...No, Mr. Grant, is your strength only this level?"

Stepping on the gravel on the ground, Rastole walked a few steps out, pressing against the wall, leaving a part of his body still in the shadows.

Donald did not respond, maintaining the existence of the strong shield, and the casting of the spirit razor requires a few seconds of pre-time.

"Don't you know it's extremely stupid to use spells that require long casting in front of the enemy?"

The dark arrows that Donald had seen before formed again. Rastoller raised his hand and waved the arrows, and the arrows shot out. His steps forward at the same time, trying to close the distance.

However, as he advanced forward, a blue ghost jumped out of the ground gravel beside his left and right and behind him, holding a short sword weapon condensed by soul energy, and slashed towards Rastole in three directions.

After absorbing the souls, the Bone Spirit Pan has the ability to enslave these souls. As long as Donald consumes a certain amount of mental power, he can drive these souls to attack the enemy for him.

This is a trap. Donald casts the spirit razor so that Rastoll can't wait to launch an attack. The Bone Spirit Plate has been activated long ago.

Suddenly being surrounded by three parties, Rastole's reaction was not slow. He stretched his hands left and right, and immediately two balls of black mist spurted out from his palms to disperse the ghosts.

But this did not mean a complete escape. The ghost behind him, although also blocked by the black fog, still took the opportunity to swing the short knife. The wound appeared on Rastole's back with the sound of his clothes rupturing.

Donald was stunned. He had not intended to rely on this to cause harm to Rastoll, but just wanted to delay his pace.

I didn't expect to succeed so easily...

Indeed, the ability of the Bone Spirit Pan to control ghosts in surprise attacks was indeed beyond expectations. This was probably something Rastoll himself did not expect. At that time, he just wanted to use an evil strange thing that he didn't use much. Who knew that this strange thing would be used on him so quickly.

But in Donald's view, even if it is an emergency, Rastoll is still able to defend against this raid.

The fact is that Rastole only resisted the left and right sides, and was prepared behind him, but did not completely block and was still hit.

"Mr. Rastole's injury last night seems to have not healed yet. I am so anxious to come out to find trouble for someone. Do you think you're dying too slowly?"

Donald noticed that Rastoller's reaction and control of the shadows had weakened for only one reason, and the damage he caused last night was far more severe than he had seen on the surface.

"It's enough to solve you, a young man full of lies!"

I know my own affairs best. In Rastolle's opinion, he still has a 100% chance of winning against Donald.

Who is the other person who peeled off the devil's cloak?

In two months, he was just a cowardly waste, so what if he got some strange things and talent potions in these two months?

The ghost that had been washed away by the black fog had moved forward again. This time, Rastole did not give them another chance. The shadow sword condensed with one hand directly shattered a ghost, several arrows penetrated one, and the remaining attacks avoided sideways, and turned around and made a horizontal slash.

"Just 3 lowest ghosts!"

After all, the Bone Spirit Plate was obtained by Rastol, and Rastol also knows some of its effects. The summoned ghosts can be reclaimed and used again, but if they are destroyed, they will be completely destroyed and cannot be regenerated.

With his guard against him, these three ghosts did not pose any threat.

However, when he turned around and looked at Donald, he saw the psychic blade floating beside him and his hands pushing forward.

Bigby attacks the palm!

The vibration of the air was not difficult to detect. Rastolle attracted a ball of black mist in front of him to open the barrier to resist the impact of Bigby's strong attack on his palm.

And in Donald's calculations, facing Rastoller, a guy who is stronger than him, what Donald has to do is to seize the initiative and then continue to attack.

The Psychic Blade beside him drew an arc under the control of the invisible slave and flew from the right toward the Black Mist Shield created by Rastole.

Of course, Rastolle also noticed the attack, and while choosing to defend again, he tried to condense the dark arrows.

"Sure enough, an old guy of this age has a melee combat style."

Donald, who witnessed most of the battles in a hidden place last night, had long discovered that Rastoller's long-range attack method only had a dark arrow and the attack distance could only be said to be the shadow tentacle in the middle. In addition, his long sword that was always held in his hand, the attack reaction after facing the ghost was to use a long sword to cut, rather than to solve the problem with the power of shadow.

This gave Donald more room to play.

Maintaining the existence of the black fog shield in front of him, Rastoll was about to wave the long sword, but a strange noise suddenly appeared in his ear. He turned his head and looked at the other side. Donald suddenly appeared on his unprepared right side, and another psychic blade flew straight in his hand.

Speak east and attack west?

Before he could think about it, Rastole quickly lifted his sword and turned around, wanting to block this attack.

Donald put one hand on the human face book. A few days ago, he helped Rastoller translate the translation content on the human face book. The latter took it and read it very happily. He didn't realize that he had been marked as a human face book, and now it is just in handy.

Bonding the chain!

The casting was completed within 2 seconds. This time, Donald consumed more mental power than needed for the spell base. The energy chain created no longer just traps Rastole's legs, but tries to tie his body directly.

This is Donald's strongest combination attack at present, and the methods can be said to be fully revealed.

Rastole was bound by chains. Because he was distracted by human face, he found that what was there was nothing but an illusion, and when he turned around, the true psychic blade had arrived in front of him.

Bang ~

The smoke and dust brought by the impact rolled up. Donald urgently wanted to know his attack effect and turned on his spiritual vision. The human figure emitting black light in his sight did not disappear.

It doesn't even feel dim, but it becomes more and more intense...

"Donald Grant, I admit that I underestimated you, but if you want to kill me with these means, you may be too underestimated!"

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Rastole stood on the pile of gravels. The ring on the index finger of his right hand that had been shown to Donald was spilling out a layer of gray-white energy. This was not used to form shields or energy weapons, but to float in the air. Finally, Rastole's growing mouth and nostrils poured into his body...

The body, which was originally a little thin because of age, swelled like breath, and the clothes on her body were torn apart, and the muscles with distinctive muscles could not wait to be supported. In just a few seconds, Rastoller's side was almost the same as Donald, and he forced a head higher.

Donald took back his previous words that he still chose melee style at such an age, no wonder he had to choose melee!

Donald treated Rastol as a demon contractor and focused all his attention on his demonic power, thus ignoring the key fact that why Rastol was chosen as a demon contractor.

This old guy himself has great potential. In recent years, as a senior executive of the Shia Church, Rastole lives in an old house three years ago and does not hire a large number of disciples. In his 60s, he has no interest in beauty. What are the resources he has used for?

The answer is right in front of you.

Talent: humble body!

Talent: Energy conversion!

Strange thing: Siphon bone ring!

The siphon bone ring can absorb other people's souls and blood and turn them into a special energy. Modesty means being good at accepting. His body is enough to accept this special energy flow, and finally uses energy conversion to convert them into powerful power.

The two talents plus a strange object are just ordinary when they are used, and they can be said to be useless, but when they are combined together, the power they burst out is shocking!

Last night, I met 5 elite Silver Moon Guards, and the energy storage in the Siphon Bone Ring was not used infinitely. I originally wanted to use it for my hard work, but who knew that two masked people appeared behind to help, which saved him this method, and now it is just right here.

"Donald Grant, are you ready to accept my anger?"

Rastole held a long black knife in his hand and swung it casually. The strong wind blew away the smoke and dust around his body. He was thinking of making a few harsh words, but he saw Donald running wildly.

When the energy group represented by Rastolle in the state of spiritual vision continued to surge, Donald noticed something was wrong and waited for his appearance to appear.

Without hesitation, run away first!

Do you stay and wait for death? Rastolle obviously took out all the things under the box and fought hard. Donald was just a wizard who had only been practicing for more than a month. He had many treasures in his hands, but most of them were auxiliary. In terms of combat power, it was still the same spells.

Rastol had clearly exceeded what he could deal with.

But on the one hand, the escape depends on the means of the runner, and on the other hand, the means of the chaser.

A large number of shadow tentacles suddenly rushed out of the shadows of the houses on both sides of the road ahead. Donald tried to block them with a strong shield, but found that these tentacles were not for attack at all, but simply to delay his pace.

There were muffled sounds coming from behind, and Donald turned around and saw Rastole's explosive charge step by step with his strength.

"I'm so old, don't you know how to be safe? I'm not as strong as you are?"

Donald wiped the sweat from his face and glanced at the shadow tentacles swaying all over the sky behind him. At his running speed, he could not escape Rastole's pursuit.

This night was a big ups and downs. I finally found two relics and met such a guy looking for revenge. This place is more than half an hour away from the corner bookstore and my own home.
Chapter completed!