"You...who are you?" Everyone looked at Muse for a while, and a male wizard couldn't help but asked, "How come you have such a powerful ability? Why do you collude with Deep Blue Castle?" Together? Could it be that, as the White Stone Tower wizard said, you are a crazy wizard organization trying to restore the Black Spirit Empire? Isn’t it?! Ah!”
At the end of his words, the male wizard let out a scream.
The muse moved like a ghost, appeared behind the wizard, stabbed one hand into the wizard's body, and then crushed the wizard's heart.
With a "pop", the body of the male wizard fell to the ground, and Muse whispered: "Who am I? Haven't I already said that I am the one who killed you, and as an ant, it is enough to know this, why bother to ask more questions?" Meaningless question?"
Muse's words seemed to be addressed to the dead wizard, but in fact they were spoken to the remaining wizards who were still alive.
All living wizards understand this, and they can't help but feel angry and frightened after hearing this.
Furious, the Muse treated them with naked and undisguised contempt.
The scary thing is that Muse does seem to have the qualification to despise them. Not to mention anything else, just killing two wizards with two shots was shocking enough. No one present had the confidence to do this.
After all, the dead wizards are not cats or dogs. They all have the strength of at least a second-level wizard, and they are also strong among the second-level wizards. They cannot be underestimated in any wizard organization. Now, like a dog, he died without dignity.
this!
Many wizards were silent, looking sideways at Muse, not knowing how to respond.
At this moment, a tall male wizard couldn't help but stand up with an angry look on his face. His name is Barlow, he wears gray robes of dead branches, and he is a member of the Rotting Swamp.
Barlow looked at Muse and said: "Woman, I admit that you are indeed stronger than we thought, maybe even stronger than that old guy Sig. But I don't believe that even one of our people here is under your command." Can't last through the rounds.
The two people who died just now were just because you took advantage of the sneak attack. If you have the ability, you can fight me head-on. If you can still kill me, then you are really powerful! "
After saying the last word, Barlow stepped forward and rushed towards Muse at high speed. In the process of approaching the muse, the entire body expands at a speed visible to the naked eye, the muscles bulge, the skin hardens, and finally turns into a cyan rock giant.
This is a very powerful transformation spell!
After turning into a rock giant, Barlow's speed was not affected. Instead, he accelerated a bit contrary to common sense. When he arrived in front of Muse, he unceremoniously clenched his sandbag-sized fist and blasted it out with a powerful impact.
"die!"
Barlow roared with astonishing momentum.
Muse stood there, and after looking at it, she didn't dodge at all. She kept watching Barlow continue to approach her body, and only uttered a word at the last moment.
"cut!"
Muse pouted, then raised his hand and made a fist as well. With his delicate and white fist, he collided head-on with Barlow's fist.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, Barlow's forward body suddenly stopped. Barlow looked at Muse's fist and his eyes widened, but with all his strength, he found that he could not move forward at all.
"How can this be?!"
"snort!"
Muse snorted back, and the next moment he moved his arm, with a "pop" sound, his delicate white fist directly cut open Barlow's fist surface and inserted into Barlow's palm. He grabbed Barlow's bones and pushed hard, making a full circle, then smashed it hard on the ground on one side, creating a deep pit.
This was not over yet, Muse jumped into the pit, almost ravaging the posture, madly attacking Barlow in the form of a rock giant. Barlow struggled to resist, but couldn't stop it at all. He tried hard to counterattack, but was completely unable to succeed.
All this happened almost in a very short period of time. Before the others could react, Balon was beaten to death by Muse.
"Wow!"
Muse dragged Barlow out of the pit with one hand, strangled his neck, and asked Barlow: "Now do you know how powerful I am?"
"I..." Barlow opened and closed his lips and made a weak sound.
"What?" Muse subconsciously moved closer.
At this moment, Barlow's eyes suddenly widened, and his entire rock-shaped head was like an iron hammer, hitting Muse's head hard, completing a perfect headbutt.
"Hahaha! Ahem!" Barlow coughed and laughed loudly, and said to Muse, "Idiot, you fell into the trap! It seems that you are not very smart. You will fall for such a clumsy trap like mine! Haha, cough cough.”
"So?" Muse responded coldly, staring at Barlow and asking directly from his heart, "So did you win, or do you think you can survive?"
"I..." Barlow opened and closed his lips.
This time, Muse didn't give Barlow a chance. He took the initiative to knock out his head, and hit Barlow's rock head hard with a force stronger than Barlow's.
"Wow!"
There was a smashing sound, and most of Barlow's head was smashed into pieces. Barlow's whole body twitched and fell to the ground with a "thud", without any breath.
"Humph, you're a smart ant who thinks he possesses great wisdom. It's not a pity to die." Muse looked at Barlow's body, spat softly, stood up slowly, and looked at the other wizards.
Then she discovered that many wizards were looking at a part of her body.
"Huh?" Muse raised his eyebrows slightly and lightly touched the part of his body that was being looked at - the top of his head, and then a stream of blood flowed down. Obviously, when she showed her retaliatory headbutt to Barlow just now, she was injured because she used too much force. But for her, she didn't need to care at all.
It's just a trivial matter, do you need to be so surprised
Muse thought to himself.
At this time, an old man among the remaining wizards looked at her and spoke.
The old man who spoke was called Martin. He was wearing a green robe embroidered with mushroom patterns and was a member of the Mushroom Forest. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, and his appearance was unremarkable, not noticeable at all. But the moment he spoke, everyone's eyes fell on him involuntarily, and a majestic aura was released from his body, showing his powerful strength.
Level 3 wizard!
Martin looked at Muse, spoke slowly, and said in a narrative tone: "You are injured."
"Yes, I was injured." Muse did not deny it, "But is there any problem with this?"
"It may not mean much to you, but it means a lot to me."
"I?"
"You are injured, which means that you are actually flesh and blood like us. You may show great strength, but you are not invincible. If we are ants, in fact you are also an ant. And ants and It is impossible to win a battle between ants, so we have the possibility of defeating and killing you." Martin said seriously, his white beard fluttering slowly in the night wind.