The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated

Chapter 100: 099 Still need to practice

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Regarding the anomaly on Sean's side, no one in the room noticed it.

Everyone was just immersed in excitement, looking at the parchment in their hands, their eyes were full of excitement, even Rumia and Melika were no exception.

In the end, even Alis didn’t seem to doubt the power of the "magic props" anymore, and put them away with a prudent look. If they get the treasure, even Vivienne and Thierry are a little uncertain, in their own hands. Is the parchment paper a powerful magic prop

In other words, no one on the scene discovered that the magic just now was not activated from the parchment, but from Sheen.

There is no way.

With the full-level [Magic Manipulation] skill, Sheen's current control of magic power can be described as magical, and it is easy to hide the fluctuations of magic power.

In this situation, unless someone at the scene possesses the full-level [Magic Perception] skill, it is possible to detect the magic power deliberately controlled by Sheen. Otherwise, even elves like Melika who are born magicians are aware. Not the source of magic.

And will anyone at the scene possess the full-level [Magic Perception] skill

The answer is naturally no.

Therefore, everyone began to eagerly try one after another in excitement.

"I'll try it too!"

Magret rushed in front of everyone without any patience, and lifted the "magic props".

"〖Come on! Harder!〗"

Remembering Sheehan's instructions, Margray used his maximum volume without hesitation, coupled with his triumphant tone and extremely arrogant attitude, it was simply incomparable.

"[Lightning]... "

At this time, the small chanting sound was once again mixed with the loud voice, causing the huge magical power to burst, turning into a dazzling lightning, and blasting out at an astonishing speed.

Everyone felt that their eyes were white, and then lightning hit the distant ground, as if a thunder came down, bursting with a dazzling flash of light.

As a result, a scorched pothole appeared on the distant ground, and it was still smoking.

"Haha! So amazing! So amazing!"

Magret was already too excited, as if he was showing such power, with his nose up to the sky, it was almost impossible for everyone to kneel down and shout long live to him.

"I'll try it too!"

Seeing this, Utilis, the daughter of the magic props firm, couldn't bear it, and could not wait to lift the "magic props".

"I'll come too."

Leon still had a handsome smile like a spring breeze, only the excitement in his eyes could not be hidden anyway.

In this way, the two also tried to use "magic props".

"〖Elegant butterfly!〗"

Utilis shouted the shortest but most unbearable "magic spell" among the crowd.

"〖If it's a man, come on me!〗"

Lyon yelled out words that horrified the women he had spent his entire life soaking in.

Unfortunately, no one at the scene understood the meaning of these two sentences.

However, as the only person who could understand, Sheehan couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.

"You... what's wrong with you?"

"Sean?"

Both Vivienne and Thiel were taken aback by the sudden laughter of Sean.

On the contrary, Leon and Utilis, seeing that nothing happened after they shouted the "magic spell", couldn't help becoming more serious.

"It seems that we are not shouting loud enough, or our singing is not very standard."

"We still need to practice, Lord Lyon."

The two exchanged opinions like this, and then they began to practice as if they were going to be angry.

"〖If it's a man, come on me!〗"

"〖Elegant butterfly!〗"

"〖If it's a man, come on me!〗"

"〖Elegant butterfly!〗"

At the moment, Lyon and Utilis are constantly in contact with the use of "magic spells", and they are more and more practised, the more they shout, the louder and louder their voices are almost echoing.

"Puff! Hahahaha!"

Sheehan laughed so much that her stomach hurts, and she couldn't help crying, but she felt that her abdominal muscles were about to cramp.

Looking at this kind of Sean, Lumia and Melika were a little worried, wondering if he was sick, Vivienne and Thiel seemed to notice something was wrong, and the corners of their eyes jumped.

"...Tier."

"I know, even if I die, I can't sing this kind of spell."

The two made this decision silently.

Of course, the rest of the people who didn't know all this seemed to be infected by Leon and Utilis, and one or two of them began to practice, letting the "magic spells" that made Sheehan's laughter reverberate continuously.

As for Lumia and Melika, Vivienne and Thiel desperately stopped them when they were planning to practice.

After that, for the sake of his own life, Sean used magic several times to prevent him from laughing and dying in the wilderness, so that everyone thought that his practice had finally achieved results. "Magic props".

The sky gradually darkened, causing the mighty motorcade to slowly slow down and stop in the countryside, ready to camp at night.

... ...

When the stars are all over the night sky, the escorting convoy has already set up the camp, so that large and small tents stand up and down one after another, and one bonfire is burning under the moon night, illuminating the surroundings. .

A group of knights and adventurers are busy, some are preparing dinner, some are patrolling around, and some are standing in front of a tent, their faces are serious and vigilant, it seems like they are protecting something. Like a treasure house, I dare not relax in the slightest.

But what appeared in this tent was not a treasure, let alone an important person, but Kilian.

At this time, Kilian maintained a state of being heavily constrained by constrained props, and was even tied to a pillar by chains, with cold eyes and a gloomy expression.

"Those guys, haven't you come to save me?"

Kilian's face was cold, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable anger and humiliation.

During this time, for Kilian, it was like being in hell, making him suffer all the time.

Not because someone tortured him, not because someone tortured him, but for Kilian, being imprisoned by inferior human races like this, being escorted by them as they pleased, it was more painful than death. .

shame!

shame!

shame!

In Kilian's mind, such words kept appearing, deeply stimulating his heart.

If he could commit suicide, Killian would never hesitate. He felt so deeply humiliated.