After a long silence, Gibran looked at Richard and his expression changed slightly, and said: "Boy, I don't understand what you are talking about. I don't know the purpose of what you said. I don't know what you said." Did I learn this from the person I killed just now
But in any case, your request is beyond the 'scope' I specified. I said that within a certain range, I can meet your requirements - but if you exceed the 'range', then it is up to me to decide how you die. "
Richard's expression changed, and he behaved like a smart person being discovered. First he was surprised, and then he was frightened.
Richard subconsciously stepped back, as if he was very afraid, but when he looked at Gibran, he saw the current situation very clearly in his heart: The person in front of him was very powerful, and could kill Surades easily. He was definitely better than Solomon and others. Mu Keni is even stronger.
In this case, if he wants to confront someone head-on, he will get no benefit at all. After the position is exposed, the chance of killing the opponent is almost zero. But he still has one advantage, the only advantage:
He came in using a cloak of shadow, hiding any extraordinary power and aura. Because of this, the other party didn't notice him until he opened the door and showed a surprised expression.
In other words, in the eyes of the opponent, he is just an ordinary person who broke in by mistake, so he can launch attacks unexpectedly.
However, once the attack is launched, no matter whether it is successful or not, the opponent will see through his disguise, become vigilant, and stop being careless. Maybe like Somen and Mu Keni had done before, they would directly swallow fire and upgrade, bursting out with unmatched power and killing him.
So there is only one chance to attack!
once!
Richard narrowed his eyes slightly and kept retreating, exiting the study and retreating towards the door of the house, as if he was extremely frightened.
Gibran followed him out of the study tepidly, walked towards the door of the house, and said loudly: "Boy, you can't run away if you want, so it's better to accept all this calmly."
"I..." Richard lowered his head and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Gibran saw everything in his eyes and said slowly: "Okay, boy, my time is limited, and I don't have much time to waste with you. Even if you don't want to, you still have to die."
As he spoke, Gibran raised his hand, the air surged slightly, and an ice pick sprouted from his fingertips, ready to penetrate Richard's body and take away Richard's life.
At this moment, Richard raised his head, looked directly at Gibran and said, "This sir!"
"Um?"
"I have a request that I want to tell you."
"Oh? What request?" Gibran asked. The ice pick on his finger continued to grow longer and pointed, like a slender crystal awl.
Richard spoke out with a serious look on his face:
"You know, I have no hatred or conflict with you. I am just an innocent ordinary person. Meeting you was purely accidental - you didn't expect it, and neither did I.
You have your things to be busy with, and I also have my things to be busy with. I don’t want to affect you, I just want to do my own thing well. And there is no opposition between you and me in what we are busy with.
In this case, it won't matter whether you kill me or not, so why do you have to kill me? Maybe I'm just an ordinary person, but ordinary people also have anger and despair, so why do you have to force it out? "
Gibran's eyes flashed, and he looked at Richard and said, "What do you mean by these words, don't let me mess with you? Ha, you really mean something."
After a pause, Gibran said meaningfully: "Yes, according to what you said, I really shouldn't kill you. However, when I do things, I don't like to leave any variables, because variables may become loopholes in the entire plan.
For me, dead people are the safest, so a living, interesting you is more useful to me than an angry, desperate, dead you. Do you understand, kid? "
"I think... I understand..." Richard said, with light shining in his eyes.
"Very good." Gibran said, "It's almost leisure time. I really have to do other things, so boy... Goodbye."
After speaking, Gibran waved his hand and shot the icepick in his hand towards Richard's heart at high speed. Then he turned and walked towards the study some distance away, preparing to kill the unconscious Heidi and leave here.
But the next moment, as soon as Gibran turned around, he heard a "crash" sound of an ice pick breaking from behind, instead of the "pop" sound of piercing the body as he expected.
this!
When something was said, Richard quickly said: "My lord, I understand what you are doing, but it does not mean that I will agree with it, so... don't mess with me!"
Gibran suddenly turned around and saw Richard, who he thought was just an ordinary person, suddenly had a short staff in his hand, pointing straight at him, and then released a spell, and a few sparks flew towards him.
"A wizard, a sneak attack spell?" Gibran thought in his mind, without much worry. He was sure that the spell released by Richard was less than level one. Even if the time was short, it would be enough for him to release the spell shield before the attack arrived, and he would be safe. The resistance came down.
but!
The next moment, Gibran's eyes shrank, and he saw that what flew out of Richard's short staff was not a spark at all, but...
One point of Mars, two points of Mars, three points of Mars...
Ten o'clock Mars, twenty o'clock Mars, thirty o'clock Mars...
Densely packed, dozens or hundreds of sparks appeared, turning into a real barrage of spells, converging into a real torrent of energy, and slammed in.
Gibran had just hurriedly cast a cyan magic shield, and numerous sparks hit it hard. The power exploded, and in just a moment, the shield was torn apart, and the powerful destructive power was released without restriction.
"Boom!"
…
"Boom!"
The ground shook violently, half of the house disappeared out of thin air, and the pillar of fire rose dozens of meters high, like a huge torch lit in the night.
In the raging flames, Gibran walked out, looked down at his clothes, and saw that a large area was burnt, looking a little embarrassed.
Gibran frowned deeply, feeling a little angry and scared: just now, if he hadn't activated a precious magic item in time, he might have been seriously injured!
There was no way, the attack was too sudden and beyond imagination, making it impossible for him to deal with it as easily as usual.
what is happening
If Richard were here, he would tell Gibran that this was an attack he had been preparing for a long time.
In fact, from the moment he told the story of "How Schrödinger's Cat Dies" in the study room, he was hiding under the "shadow cloak" and was distractingly mobilizing numerous free energy elements in his body.
While exiting the study and retreating towards the door of the house, he continued to mobilize the free energy elements.
A long period of nonsense, all in preparation for an explosive attack.
That's why there is a spell barrage.
This is a real spell barrage, different from the "pseudo-spell barrage" used a long time ago when the path of the Apocalypse Wizard was just determined.
The previous spell barrage was a rapid and continuous release of spells for a long time. It was called a barrage, but it was actually a line of fire. Now, after a lot of previous research, he successfully fired all the firepower at the same time in an instant, turning it into a real spell barrage and a real torrent of energy.
This kind of explosive power is enough to destroy most unsuspecting targets.
"This kid..." Gibran walked out of the flames. He looked out the door with careful eyes and saw a black shadow quickly flying towards the distance. It was Richard who was evacuating at the explosive speed of "Lord of the Wind".
"You want to run, I'm afraid it's not that easy." Gibran said, stepping on his feet, chasing Richard out of the house and into the darkness.
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