Secondary damage technique is to make a large number of small and sharp etheric energy blades vibrate at high frequency at the micro level of the molecule, thereby greatly enhancing its sharpness. Tens of thousands of such blades instantly jump to a designated area at the space level at the same time, and cut all objects in the entire 70 cm diameter range at the same time, so as to output huge damage in an instant. (Note: this curse spell can be intercepted by various defense methods including space defense). Such attacks are sufficient to deal with ogres who have never thought of evading or defending from beginning to end.
The ogre had just sprinted for three or four steps, and the damage ball on the punk’s hand had just disappeared. The overall brightness of a small area where the ogre’s head was suddenly darkened, as if it was blocked by something and created a shadow. Although it was only a short moment, the ogre’s defenseless front had eaten this secondary damage technique.
But the ogre still used his last little strength and threw the big wooden stick at the punk with his instinct.
I saw a big wooden stick flying towards punk, and the artemisia on the ground that was swept by the wooden stick at a height of one meter were overwhelmed by the strong wind.
When he saw the ogre sign of throwing a wooden stick, Punk did not hesitate to open the intern level spell that he had on his robe that could be used twice a day – the secondary deflection position.
I saw an invisible stance expanding around him. Punk only felt that all foreign substances that were exposed to the stance, whether it was air or dust, had changed their movement trajectory and deviated in different directions. The air inside the stance became much thinner for a while, but with the physique of a punk professional, it could not be affected.
After the wooden stick hit the stand, it seemed to be pushed away by an invisible big hand. It suddenly bent and flew over from the right side of the punk’s body. However, Punk did not have any happy expression on his face or in his heart, because… that direction… was the direction where the little donkey was……
The ogre staggered two more steps with his inertia, and then he fell down heavily. Its entire head was like it had just been taken out of the meat grinder. The flesh on it was almost cut into flesh by a large amount of shocking etheric energy blade. Such dense wounds were everywhere in the inside and outside of the ogre’s head, bones, brain, and flesh. Because the bones supporting the shape were completely chopped, the ogre’s head could no longer recognize its shape.
The ogre fell on the wasteland with a head that turned into flesh mud, leaving only fingers and other limbs twitching from time to time, and the muscles that expanded due to madness also retracted back to the prototype. At this time, punk did not need to cast the spell of “secondary life detection” – this ogre is really dead, and if the brain turns into flesh mud, even if it has the vitality of a troll, it will die. And as far as the ogre’s soul level is concerned, now hisThe soul should have been swallowed up by the long river of fate!
When the ogre even twitched, Punk turned around and walked towards the little donkey. He ignored the ogre’s leather. Although it had some magic resistance and could become an apprentice-level magic material after processing, Punk did not have any processing facilities around him. If it had not been cured by magic, materials like Ogre skin that were not of high level and dissipated quickly would become ordinary fragile leather before Punk walked out of the wasteland.
Now Punk is more concerned about the safety of the little donkey’s transportation work force, and he hopes not to see the worst result…
Kane also crawled out of the pit with a deformed shield. He first glanced at the ogre whose head had almost turned into meat paste, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his carefree appearance again.
“I said, brother punk, do you have a abuse of murder? Why do you do this? It’s so tragic, or do you want to change your taste and try the ogre meat soup at night?”
Kane also walked towards the little donkey as he said.
But halfway through, the two of them stopped at the same time…
A huge stick was stuck on the ground, surrounded by blood-stained pieces of carts, and the poor little donkey was left
The upper half was already there, and the lower half was already with countless cart fragments… everywhere…
“It might be a good thing to be able to continue to endure the strange smell of this “walking dung pile” until Conora City.”
Punk’s first idea was actually a little bit of gratitude.