Chapter 1102 (2/2)

If you want to deliver a message, it seems that there is still a little time. However, as the great demons fly into the sky one by one to compress human space, when angel wants to deliver the message, he must not only face the resistance of other demons, but also face the great demons besieging the ice floe.

So if you really want to deliver a message, you must take advantage of it. Not only because of the problem of the great devil, but also to give humans a reaction and response time.

However, what angered angel was that until now, he still didn't have a safe way to deliver the message.

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At this time, buffiment was on a par with the Tauren devil who looked exactly like him. As like as two peas, he knows that this is the illusion created by a wizard, but it is not thought that the power of this illusion is so strong that its tactics and skills are exactly the same. Buffiment didn't understand how the wizard who released the illusion did it?

”Can you read your mind?”

This idea is not just bafement. Minotaur, who was also in the black tower nightmare, was also thinking about this problem at this time.

Like bafement, it is being attacked by a mirror image.

This mirror image is more powerful than Minotaur imagined. Most importantly, some of its unique moves have never been used before, but the mirror image can also be used, and the timing can cause damage to it.

This is not just the category of mind reading. It seems that when you are here, all its combat thinking and combat methods are seen?

This makes Minotaur wonder, can human magic reach this point?

After another fierce contact with the mirror, Minotaur turned into a black fog and retreated to the top of the black tower. It lowered its head and looked at its arms. Because of the previous collision, it was not only congested and red, but also eroded.

”The feeling of hand to hand combat is completely true, and even the erosion effect of black fog is. Is this really a mirror image of magic?” Minotaur looked at the mirror image hanging under the full moon and confronting himself. His expression gradually changed from surprise to surprise.

Minotaur, who regarded fighting as his life creed, fought with humans, demons, demons, and even a quasi Lord. After so many battles, this battle is the most novel and exciting.

The opponent is himself, and the opponent has the same strong physique and rich fighting skills.

Minotaur wants to know what will happen in the confrontation with ”himself”?

Inspired by a more vigorous desire to fight, Minotaur frantically condensed his blood, desperate to fight with the mirror image.

The conditions in the black tower nightmare were all received by the Wizards outside. Even if they are in the same camp with Sanders now, they can see that a single fantasy can drag down two great demons, and even the illusion created is no weaker than the great demons, they also feel scared in their hearts.

This is the magic master, worthy of being called the God of war in the southern region.

Even Munch felt shocked. If he had to deal with the two great demons, he could not do better than Sanders.

Feeling the earth shaking battle in the dreamland, all wizards raised their evaluation of Sanders again.

However, Sanders himself turned paler and paler. Moreover, as the war in the nightmare became more intense, he felt more uncomfortable.

All the destruction in the nightmare will be imposed on yourself. It seems that the inside is playing up and down, but with the nightmare destroyed, Sanders is very uncomfortable.

After a while, his eyes were full of blood: ”Monsieur Munch, I can't drag on. I can't hold on for another minute at most, and the black tower maze will be broken.”

Munch also saw that Sanders' state was in a sharp decline. At present, Sanders is the strongest combat power except himself, and can't be lost here.

Thinking of this, Munch frowned: ”it seems that we should use that card.”

When Munch made his choice, he looked back at the ice floe. With the avoidance of frost month wizards, where they looked, a male wizard with extremely flashy clothes finally appeared.

This is a very ordinary first-class wizard. It may be a powerful high-end combat power in other places, but it can only be called cannon fodder in rasudland.

But now, the Wizards of the whole frost moon alliance, including Munch, have focused on him, which makes everyone feel an unusual meaning.

With the people's glances, the focus of attention did not feel uncomfortable, and even showed a rather enjoyable expression.

He held his head high and walked towards Munch with a rhythm like a stage drama.

”Oh, dear Lord Munch, why did you call me here?” The cadence of aria, combined with his rich expression, seems that this is not a battlefield, but a stage.

People can't help but... Want to beat him.

”Muying, is that Kundera's work on you?” Munch asked.