Chapter 207: Cage, Flame God, Bloodsucking
Zankro had never met such a tough opponent before. The power of the Flame God-Destroying Magic could not be exerted, causing the manic destructive desire in his heart to continue to accumulate. Judging from his expression, he might explode with anger soon.
"Damn old man! Go to hell!!!"
There was a wild roar, followed by an overwhelming attack of black flames.
"Burn it! Burn it! Burn it!!!"
The flame that had been burning endlessly could no longer be ignited once it was trapped in the white cage. Although Zankro looked anxious and annoyed, he was constantly thinking of ways to break the spell.
"The magic doesn't work, no, it should be said that it is restrained. How should I fight? Think about it carefully. I remember that the president seemed to have said something similar. Once the magic is restrained, what should I do? "
Zankro thought for a long time but could not come up with an idea. He took out his anger on the stone under his feet and kicked it with his right foot with black flames. The stone shattered and burned to ashes by the flames: "Damn it! I should have listened carefully at that time!"
“Good opportunity!”
Seeing that his opponent was distracted, Gulandoma did not miss the opportunity to attack. He raised the snake-head magic staff high and injected holy magic power into it. Through the special magic circle carved in it by the magic item forger, he absorbed magic particles in nature to enhance the cage magic in his hand.
"Magic cage!"
"Mental prison!"
"Space cage!"
Three white streams spit out from the ferocious snake's mouth at the same time, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, like sunlight thrown from the sky, and attacked Zankro from above, on the left, and in front with great power.
The first one imprisoned his magic power, making him unable to use the black flame magic that burned everything; the second one blocked his thoughts, making him unable to think any further and becoming a lamb to be captured; the last one completely blocked the space around him and trapped him in the white prison. Once hit by this move, it would be almost impossible to escape.
It was these three moves that allowed Gulandoma to gain the respect of countless people in the Council with a cage magic. When he was young, he used these magics to arrest an entire dark guild single-handedly. It can be said that in terms of detaining criminals, he is second to none in the Council, and no one dares to claim to be the first.
On the opposite side, Zankro's patience reached its limit. He no longer held back, and magic power rushed through his body. Soon, a gloomy and dark aura emerged from him.
Bang!
He clashed his palms together, blending the magic of his left and right hands together, and used his most powerful move: "Flame God's Dinner!!"
This move had a wide attack range, and could block all three magic attacks coming from different directions. Its attack power was also very strong, and was not at the same level as the flame weapons created before, and could only be compared with moves like "Howling". In addition, this time it was not facing a cage that directly sealed magic, and the power of the God-killing Magic was not reduced, so it was easy to block Gulandoma's three attacks, and even had the potential to counterattack.
The black flames burned fiercely, and soon burned the three holy white cage magics to ashes!
"How could it be possible... that my magic was actually burned..."
Gulan was greatly surprised that his unrivaled moves, which he was so proud of, were broken for the first time. He was shocked and anxious, and was stunned for a moment, forgetting to continue attacking.
But the opponent will not miss this opportunity.
Zankro's hands formed into claws, with black flames wrapped around them as if they had life. At the same time, the nature of the flames changed rapidly, and soon condensed into two sets of sharp boxing gloves, three feet wide and one meter long, like wolf claws in his hands; and on his feet, there were similar sets of sharp claws. With his messy golden hair, the whole person looked like a prairie lion spitting black flames.
whoosh!
There was only a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and Zankro's figure disappeared from the spot.
"Disappeared?!" Gulan suddenly came to his senses after hearing the sound, but there was no trace of the opponent in front of him. He couldn't help but be alert, "Where did he go?"
The next moment, a blond lion appeared behind him and chopped down with his black claws!
"Ugh!"
A powerful move pierced the cloak, leaving three bloody marks on Gulan's back. Then a powerful kick sent the old man flying forward.
Snap!
A crisp sound came from inside the body.
Although he tried to endure the pain, the deep scars and broken bones still made Gulandoma groan. His old body flew in the air, and he was so weak that he couldn't even hold the snake-head magic wand that had been with him for many years.
Boom! Bang!
He stopped flying until he hit a large stone slab, but as soon as he fell, another stab hit him directly in the abdomen.
“Ahem—!”
Zankro's move was obviously very powerful, leaving six bloody holes in Gulan's body, covering him in blood.
A mouthful of old blood rushed up to his throat, causing Gulan to cough repeatedly. Finally, he couldn't help but spit it out, but it didn't even touch Zankro's one-meter-long claws, but splashed directly on the ground.
An old man in his sixties or seventies, still with a beard, who stayed in the house all year round to study magic theory, could not withstand the fierce torment from this bad boy in his 20s.
“But… Damn it…”
How can this be possible? ! Such a shame! !
Gulandoma, who was addicted to being a weakling, was unwilling to accept this and sat on the ground in helplessness and rage.
"What's wrong, old man?" Zankro stood in front of him, mocking him condescendingly, "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? I heard that you are a senior in the Council of Advisers, but it turns out that you are only this capable! Too weak! Too weak!"
"In our guild, with your strength, you can't even be an elite vanguard! Wuhahahaha!!!"
Seeing Gulan's humiliated, helpless and powerless painful expression, Zankro felt relieved all over. He finally had an outlet for the depression he had just experienced during the battle. However, he was still not satisfied. He then arrogantly stepped on Gulan's head and said, "Does the Council even accept such a weak person? How boring! I am so disappointed!"
"Such a weak guy, let alone the Council, the world doesn't need you!!!"
Zankro spoke louder and louder, and finally he opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, his chest puffed out, and then he lowered his head, and the god-killing magic was about to come out.
"The Flame God's Roar!!"
With a loud shout, it seemed that Gulandoma was about to die here. Suddenly, a strange magical power came from behind, and Zankro's body instantly stiffened and could not move. The harvesting trick that was originally ready to be launched was also interrupted.
“This…what’s going on?!”
Feeling this strong murderous aura, Zankro's expression suddenly became panic-stricken, because this magic power was far more terrifying than Gulandoma under his feet.
If Gulan gave him the feeling of Brunoth in normal state, then the unknown enemy now was Hades in combat state. Although both were oppressive, there were essential differences between the two.
"The blood-sucking magic can control the blood in your body and make you unable to move!" Haiberion appeared behind Zankro, with a serious face, and said lightly, "I didn't expect to see another kind of god-killing magic in such a short time. I really don't know if it's good luck or bad luck..."
“…”
Boom!
Zankro's body fell down and hit the ground hard. He felt that he could not move and his whole body was uncomfortable. He felt dizzy, his breathing was weak, his heart rate was greatly accelerated, and even his internal organs began to hurt. His magic power quickly faded away, and the high-temperature black flames disappeared without a trace.
“You…what did you do?!”
Haiberian walked over slowly and said softly: "It's just to extract some oxygen from your blood. Don't worry, you will recover when you get to the prison of the Council..."
"Are you okay, Speaker Gulan?" Haiberian came closer and frowned. "It looks like you're seriously injured..."
Faced with this kind of injury, Haiberion directly used his best indirect blood-sucking magic to control the blood flow in Gulandoma's body, which greatly slowed down his bleeding . He even stimulated the platelets near the wound to speed up the clotting speed of the wound, and a scab formed in less than a minute.
Taking the snake-head wooden staff that Haiberian had picked up, Gulandoma stood up with difficulty and panted to thank him: "Fortunately, you arrived in time, Haiberian, thank you so much this time!"
Hearing his thanks, Haiberian shook his head and said, "This time it was all thanks to Mr. Kira 's magic carpet, otherwise I would not have been able to arrive in time."
Gulandoma was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I understand!"
At the same time, he thought to himself: "Although he is still young, it seems that Kira Hopelet is a more mature and stable person than Markrov! I should be more tolerant of Fairy Tail in the future..."
