Professor Flivie's strength was beyond Rudolfs' expectations. He did not expect that the professor of the magic class, who was the champion of the duel wizard competition, seemed to have made greater progress now. He realized that not to mention that those accomplices had become pieces of meat, even if they were prepared, they would not be the opponent of Professor Flivie in front of him.

And realizes that time is limited, if this kind of noise is caused, if other wizards or even Harris... Rudolfs looked at the big wooden barrel that was pouring on the ground a little crazy. He wanted to use lit candles to ignite the Greek fire inside, so that they could also leave time for escape in the short time when the candles burn, but now that the candles can no longer be recaptured...

"Then you don't need a candle..." Rudolfs decisively stretched out his wand and pointed at the barrel. He didn't care about his life at all. The fierce fire at the tip of Rudolfs's staff spurted out, trying to directly ignite the Greek fire in the barrel. The firelight reflected in his wide pupils, dangerous and crazy.

A little bit of flame began to form a fire snake in the air and began to grow bigger. It quickly rushed towards the barrel, but when the flame was about to touch the barrel, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier. The flame was wrapped in ice and threw it on the ground and became fragmented.

Rudolfs seemed a little angry and embarrassed. After several consecutive fires were released, Flivi used a special anti-curse to eliminate the flames, he simply rushed towards the wooden barrel regardless of his care, trying to ignite the Greek fire directly through the distance. However, his body was still in mid-air, and his body flew backwards further away, fell heavily to the ground, and was tied up by the ropes formed by his clothes - all of them were petrified. This kind of spell was of no use to the undead, so Flivi adopted a more physical approach.

"Mr. Lesterlanch...please give up...uh?" Professor Flivie was tense all over, feeling the blood in his body was squeezed, and his brain was even a little dizzy.

"Hello, Mr. Mixed-Blood Fairy, the energy you show makes me experience." It seemed as if something was choked in your throat, hoarse, depressed and slow, as if a sound that could shock the creatures to be unable to distinguish between men and women.

Professor Flivi looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in a daze. His facial features were like a fighting ram, but his expression was inconsistently showing a kind of calmness and indifference. Unlike other old clothes on his body, he was wearing a black cloak that was obviously brand new and shining, leaning on a cobra-shaped crutch in his hand, and wearing a wide silver ring with his fingers. The expression on his abnormally pale bone-white skin was daunting, and strong pressure emanated from the other person's body.

Flivi also suddenly realized that the other party had been in this room and was only now that he had discovered it.

"Sorry, my god, we are useless. We have not completed the tasks you assigned..." Rudolfs knelt on the ground, his voice trembling slightly, "But it takes time... as long as you take action."

"Mr. Lesterlanch, this has no effect. Those people in the Harris box you want to burn are just the clones of Harris. Their bodies are being protected by the evil god in the floating city... So whether to blow up here or not, it doesn't matter. You can act after I finish my work." The old man said quietly, and the unforgettable yellow eyes on the light skin were frozen on Professor Frevi. "Speaking of this... I sat at home some time ago... and I received a gift from Mr. Harris... The etiquette emphasizes coming and going, so I decided to return the gift to him with Greek fire... But the reason why I let you take the risk to wander around the audience just now is because this mixed-blood fairy is my real goal."

"My God is wise." Although Rudolfs, who was kneeling on the ground, has become an undead creature and has lost his endocrine system, he should have become numb, but this change time is still very short after all. His habits and memories when he was alive have not subsided. He cursed with hatred, "Harris is so cunning."

"Then, Mr. Mixed-Blood Fairy... I know you have many questions, so let me answer them first." The old man's tone was calm and calm as if he was a stagnant pool of water.

"You are the god of death!" Professor Flivi felt that he was cold all over his body. He pinched the wand in his hand and plucked up the courage to ask, "You actually tried to ignite the Greek fire. It seems that Allen is right, you should be knocked down! With Allen here, your evil behavior will not succeed."

Dean Ravenclaw seemed to have a burst of flames in his chest, and his heart was filled with anxiety: Now he was facing a god, and he certainly could not stop it with himself, but he was a little surprised that Allen's prophecy magic has made progress recently, why didn't he find such a major event against Harris...

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Mixed-Blood Fairy, God cannot be predicted by each other... Just like the gift that Mr. Harris and Ms. Ravenclaw gave me in Raccoon City, I was surprised. My actions against you As a God's action, they can see other information that has nothing to do with me, but today this is not an example..." The crutch in the hand of the God of Death gently pointed on the ground, and even moved his shoulders in a human way, "Now the local specialty of my hometown Greece is here,"

Fire was brought in by me one by one, and Mr. Harris and the others naturally couldn't see these..." Death paused for a moment, his face with expressions was even a little sincere, "In addition, Mr. Harris and the others violated the laws of nature... Their evil was beyond your imagination. The gifts given to me by Raccoon City were nothing, but hundreds of thousands of mortals were absorbed by Ms. Ravenclaw, which really forced me to speed up and do some movements..."

"The wise Ravenclaw would not do such a thing! Don't even think of bewitching me, I don't believe your nonsense." Professor Flitvi said sharply, but his tone was unambiguous. Unlike Alan, who was basically 100% purity at the time, he was almost assigned to Professor Flitvi in ​​the course of the school hat. He was not lacking in courage.

Under this divine pressure, Flivi in ​​the underworld was not much better than Alan's original appearance. The wand in his hand had no sign of signs and emitted a blue lightning and flew towards the other party quickly. Then the man began to turn into black fog and wanted to escape from this place. But when this fast-flying lightning spell hit the cloak on the other party's body, the cloak rippled like the ripples of water to rebound the spell, and it went back quickly, and even returned faster and hit Flivi who was still half atomized.

In this way, the god of death did not take any action. Flivi, who had an absolute advantage in facing Lesterlanch, was interrupted by his own spell. Although the failed phantom movement only made his left shoulder to his arm torn, he didn't know whether it was good or good to be lucky. After his own lightning magic hit him, the energy in it twitched all over his body, but it also burned the wound on his arm to form a protective film so that he would not lose too much blood.

"Oh, Mr. Mixed-Blood Fairy, I'm sorry, your student and your descendants took a few items from me, and I had to spend more effort to make a new cloak so that I could show them to them at that time. This is not what you mortals should touch..." Death was not angry at Professor Frevi's disrespectful words. He stared at the other party who was twitching, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, I'm just telling you a fact."

Although Professor Frieve lost control of his body because of his lightning, his mind was still very clear. He would not believe that this guy would want to use Greek fire to burn the entire duel arena. Even if the other party was a god, he had given up running away now, but he was a little annoyed that before he lost his ability to move, he should have notified Allen with the omniscient mark as soon as possible.

"If you understand the nature of life and the fate of death, death is a state of irrationality, emotion, senselessness, non-existence, a state of purity. Real death, the life that everyone is experiencing is a shadow, not real existence." The old man handed the crutch in his hand to the other side, "No matter whether your life is positive, pure and joyful, or full of silence, dullness, pain and intertwined with grief." The tone of death was a little serious, "I will not hinder the life of mortals in most cases. Anyway, you will return to the arms of death sooner or later and move towards your true destination. You are different from Mr. Harris and Ms. Ravenclaw and do not need my guidance... So I speed up the progress of you mortals. This is not a personal grudge, and I do not think I am doing something wrong."

Although Flivie didn't understand why the other party had been explaining to him, this did not prevent him from trying to resume his actions. As a smart man, he noticed that the other party's brain seemed a little abnormal and had a tendency to self-destruct. He immediately focused on the message that Ravenclaw was also a true god, and why he himself was not in that state of "purity" to refute the words of the God of Death, and wanted to gain more time.

"Smart little guy, you know I know your plan to answer your question, although you don't know why." The God of Death seemed to be saying something insignificant, "This is a realm you have not touched, but I am still willing to tell you that the islands transformed by the corpses of the gods in the astral realm show the authenticity of death, and this is also my final belonging. My current state is just to correct such mistakes..." The God of Death approached Frieve three steps closer to him and squatted down with his crutch, "Mr. Alan Harris's
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