Chapter 18

Of the two fireballs, one was cast by Adam, and the other by Corestal. This girl, who did not have much of a presence in most situations, showed a surprising ability to adapt in times of crisis.

Other than the "cheater" Adam, she was the first one to master magic.

When Kristel finished outlining the runes with his mental strength, magic power automatically attached itself to the runes. Kristel was eager to release this energy that he could not control for the time being, so the aggressive daemons became the best targets.

She only saw Ophelia, who was almost caught in the crossfire, after she injured the magic beast.

Corestal panicked. After she came out of her frenzied state, she remembered that her attitude just now was very bad.

"Miss Ophelia, I'm sorry, just now I …"

Ophelia spun in the air and landed steadily. She said to Corestal casually, "Don't worry about it, I have to thank you for saving me."

The magic beast showed amazing vitality. It was not dead even after being roasted until it was almost cooked, and was still rolling on the ground. Thanks to the power of magic, the low-level magic beasts around the three of them fled in fear. Adam quickly walked to the front of the magic beast, and regretfully found that it was no longer of any research value.

The power of magic once again shocked the apprentices, and their hearts began to waver. Being under the protection of a strong person who could use magic at any time and being in an organization that could only rely on 'one-time' items were obviously different, and the one-time items were still in the hands of a few people.

William keenly noticed the commotion among the acolytes under him, and could not help but feel even more jealous of Adam. But now, he had to use the fastest speed to kill this magical beast in front of him and display his strength. Otherwise, the weak organization that he had barely managed to establish would fall apart.

"Buy me a few seconds!"

William showed excellent decisiveness at this time, and did not hesitate to hide his life-saving means. After roaring this sentence, his mental strength rushed into the magic item at the fastest speed. The surrounding air fluctuated violently, and gathered in the palm of his hand. A few seconds later, a long and narrow stream of concentrated air was fiercely waved out by him, cleanly hitting the magic beast and smoothly splitting its body into two.

Low-level magic, Wind Blade.

Unlike the Fireball that would explode after hitting its target, the Wind Blade was highly condensed and did not dissipate after killing its first target. Instead, it continued forward in a straight line, splitting all the magic beasts along the way into two and carving out a bloody path.

In a disaster, tyrannical power was the best way to stabilize people, and at least their lives were safe now. After William showed his power, the apprentices also gave up on the idea of leaving. After all, if they did not know if Adam would accept them or not.

"The magic beast is not invincible, as long as we are united!" William seized the time to speak loudly. he deliberately ignored the fact that the requirement to defeat the magic was magic, and emphasized the importance of unity, "We need more division of labor, and take turns to fight to gain time to master magic …"

After the Wind Blade, the Wind, the Wind Blade to, the Wind, and the Wind, the Magic, the Wind. The principle of the Wind Blade was clear at a glance. By compressing the air and increasing the pressure to achieve the purpose of killing, this method of converting the principle into application was the wonder of magic.

"Corestal, how many times can your mental strength support the consumption of magic consecutively?" After using another fireball to kill the magic beast that had just climbed onto the deck, Adam asked.

"Consecutively? I can't cast magic consecutively, and the total amount of mental strength can only support two times, and then I need to replenish my mental strength, "Corestal said carefully.

Adam nodded, not everyone had the ability to work with multiple threads, and Corestal's limit was within his expectations, "You and Ophelia will be in a group, and I will be in a group alone. We will take turns to defend against the magic beasts, and the duration of each group will be one hour. During this time, we must ensure that no magic beast breaks through the defense. I'll go first. "

Since the three of them had temporarily formed an offensive and defensive alliance, then under the alliance, contribution and benefit should coexist. Adam did not have to take on more responsibilities just because he was stronger. This method of taking turns to defend the magic beasts was scientific, and it would buy time for the companions to rest, especially when Ophelia had not found her own path.

The two of them nodded, and did not raise any objections. Ophelia even breathed a sigh of relief, the pride in her heart did not allow her to become a burden or a weakling that needed to be protected, and this method protected her dignity to a certain extent.

"We're already much better than them," Ophelia thought as she looked at the apprentices struggling to survive in the other direction, "If they can't become stronger, then they deserve to die."

After saying that, Adam walked to the front and faced the daemons directly. It was not that he was taking care of the two of them, but that Adam sensed the imminent danger.

As they got closer and closer to the Magus Continent, the amount of Ether in the world would increase, which meant that the number of powerful magic beasts would also increase. Although Adam had excellent endurance, he was not a perpetual motion machine after all, and the rate of consumption was much faster than the rate of replenishment. At this level, he could still deal with it calmly, but if the number of daemons continued to increase, he would be done for.

Corestal and Ophelia also understood this. One of them was trying to draw the spirit solidification rune, while the other was desperately trying to master the fireball spell. Every minute and every second could be the cause of death.

Ophelia was a little powerless. Talent was absolutely accurate, and she did not have a good elemental affinity. This kind of simple elemental magic rune set required a lot of effort for her to master.

Adam easily killed the daemons rushing in this direction. Because there were fewer of them, and the target was smaller, so he did not feel much pressure. To a certain extent, the number of people of the organization attracted a lot of firepower for them.

An hour quickly passed, and Adam came back and said, "It's your turn."

Unfortunately, at this moment, a wave rushed up beside them, and a large number of daemons rushed to the deck. Corestal stood up nervously. After the initial impulse, she began to feel fear, and this fear was constantly increasing. Ophelia comforted her by patting her shoulder and said, "Leave the ordinary daemons to me. If there are any high-level daemons on the deck, then you can attack."

After that, the blood around her flashed, and she suddenly sped up and rushed to the daemons. The bodies of ordinary daemons were equivalent to that of knights. They did not know any martial arts or breathing techniques, so it was not difficult for grand knights to deal with them. However, there were almost endless daemons. Ophelia constantly adjusted her breathing, and changed from the initial fierce fighting style to restraining the daemons. Even so, she gradually became tired.

Just after Ophelia punched the head of a daemon with all her strength, the body of the daemon suddenly exploded. The flesh and blood covered her vision, and at this moment, something strange happened.

From the exploded flesh and blood rushed out a small daemon. This daemon looked like a terrestrial creature, with hands and feet. Its sharp claws were filled with the aura of high-level energy. With a wave of its front claws, it instantly broke through the sound barrier and viciously slashed at Ophelia's throat.

Corestal's eyes were about to burst. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "No! Watch out! " There was nothing she could do. Ophelia's body was blocking the attack of the daemon. If she used a fireball, the first thing she would hit would be Ophelia.

Adam was awakened from his meditation. He looked at the scene in surprise. According to Mage Black's classification, this daemon was walking the path of a human body refining mage. It had speed and strength that far exceeded the limits of a grand knight's body. For a grand knight, this daemon was more of a threat than its fellow daemons who knew how to use magic.

"Is this the advantage of the body refining path in the apprentice stage? If this is the difference between a mage and a warrior, what means does a true mage have to guard against this kind of close-range attack? "

"What kind of creature is a daemon? Why does it have so many special characteristics? If power comes from knowledge, then how do these chaotic creatures without intelligence grasp knowledge? "

"No, no, no, I've misunderstood the concept. Knowledge is not created by humans. Humans are only the discoverers of knowledge. The instincts of daemons are also knowledge to humans."

While Adam was deep in thought, Ophelia fell into the thick shadow of death.

At the moment of the sonic boom, she almost felt that she was dead. At the most critical moment, the physical instincts of a knight saved her. Her arm reacted faster than her brain, and in the nick of time, it was in front of her throat.

Like a wind blade cutting through the body of a daemon, the claws and fangs cut through Ophelia's arm without any resistance. Her entire arm was almost cut in half. The blood vessels, muscles, and bones were all cut in half.

The intense pain woke her up. Ophelia quickly retreated. The injury on her arm did not seem to affect her at all. "Cory!"

The daemon followed closely behind her, constantly launching fatal attacks at Ophelia. Like other daemons, it had no concept of its own kind. Everything in front of it was cut in half.

Ophelia was exhausted. Her eyes could not catch the daemon's movements. She could only rely on her instincts to avoid being hit. In a short time, her body was covered in cuts and bruises.

Corestal was sweating profusely, but the daemon was too fast for her to aim. She was so anxious that she was about to cry. "Miss Ophelia, I'm sorry, I can't …" She did not dare to look back. She could only plead to Adam, "Adam, please, help Miss Ophelia."

Adam knew that now was not the time to be conflicted. The daemon was too big a threat. If Ophelia died, without her holding back, Adam was not confident that he could hit the daemon.

"Focus on preparing the spell. We only have one chance," Adam said to Corestal.