C210 There Was Nothing
C210 There Was Nothing
Max Ensco's mouth twitched.
He had become the only one who was still talking on the battlefield. The remaining five Titled Devil Instructor stood quietly at the side, looking at the conversation between the two of them as if they were facing a big boss.
"So, I'm weak?"
The old mage reached out his hand with a mysterious smile and looked at himself.
Riko blinked her eyes and did not know how to respond to such an abnormal action.
"Your Excellency Rico Heskava."
Suddenly and without warning, Max Ensco's face changed.
"Well, let me tell you something."
... ""
" From an unknown magic apprentice to an Eighth Grade Titled Devil Instructor who can influence the world with just a wave of his hand... In my career as a mage for more than three hundred and twenty years, other than fighting a battle above a major level, I haven't even lost once."
A strong sense of pride and imposing manner was emitted from this ordinary-looking old man's body, making Riko involuntarily float a few meters back.
"So today, it is the same."
Even though behind Max, Ostwald scoffed at this.
"... " I saw with my own eyes that three years ago, before he advanced to rank 8, he challenged the Gaul's Sir Pangalei at the Mages Conference in Brazil and was beaten up by him..."
"... Shh, don't disturb Sir Ensco... Maybe he had other intentions when he said that... Besides, being hung and beaten while sparring, can that be called hanging? "
Boer Zman immediately indicated for the former to shut up.
Fortunately, the two of them did not use magic to secretly communicate in a low voice, so Riko did not have time to eavesdrop over here.
However, Max Ensco heard it, but he could not show it. So he could only pretend that he did not know anything. However, the veins on his forehead and his eyes that suddenly started to drift made Ostwald's expression freeze. He immediately shut his mouth.
"You guys, retreat first. This is my battle. If you stay here, you will only hinder me. "
Max waved his hand and ordered his teammates to stay away from the battlefield.
"So, are you ready to receive my strongest attack as an Eighth Grade Titled Devil Instructor?"
Ostwald couldn't help but want to say something.
"That... The legendary magic, could he really do it?"
"I don't know either... Sir Ensco never mentioned it..."
Boer frowned. As she flew into the distance, she felt more and more nervous.
At the same time, on the other side, she was influenced by the strong confidence that Sage Analysis was emitting. Riko Hasegawa, who could not help but feel that what he said made sense, also felt that she was ready.
The silver-haired girl retreated another few hundred meters and very frankly constructed a barrier in front of her that was formed by countless defensive spells.
What kind of spell would it be? What kind of element would it be? Would it look beautiful?
She hid behind the transparent shield with some uneasiness and curiosity, waiting for the attack to come.
Then...
Three seconds passed. She saw Max Ensco holding the wand and lifting his hand gently, as if he was about to open his mouth and chant an incantation.
Five seconds passed, and Sage Analysis still raised his hand, but he didn't say a single word when he opened his mouth.
Ten seconds passed. Riko blinked. Boer's expression was a little strange, but he did not dare to make a sound.
Thirty seconds passed.
Nothing happened.
There was no incantation, no spell guidance. The elements had already cooled down in the calm night sky, as if nothing had happened.
Max still held up the wand with a solemn expression.
Boer Zman, Ostwald, and Jaen looked at each other. No one knew what was going on.
Riko looked at this abnormal silence from afar. She felt that something was not right.
She controlled the flying skill to get closer and asked in a low voice.
"That..."
However, before this weak voice could finish its sentence, it was interrupted by a burst of laughter.
"Toad, toad, toad, toad."
An incomparably powerful Eighth Grade Titled Devil Instructor, the protector of Westfalen, Sage Analysis Max Ensco. At this moment, he looked like a lunatic as he raised his head and laughed at the sky.
"Toad, I actually lied to you for so long, I really didn't expect it..."
"That's right, there's no such thing as the strongest attack, and there's no legendary super powerful magic that only I know. It doesn't exist, everyone disperse."
However, from who knows when, this seemingly heartless lunatic laughter gradually became slower and slower, and his voice also carried a trace of surprise. Regret and sadness.
"Loopy Toad, Loopy Toad, Loopy Toad, the previous round of elemental explosion, it is already my strongest attack. And you... It looked like nothing had happened, not even a Runic Shield had been activated. You came out unscathed... I admit, I can't defeat you. The six of us can't defeat you even if we are tied together... Sir Rico Heskava, we lost. Not only this battle, but also this battle. Toad, toad..."
Halfway through laughing, Sage Analysis gradually stopped laughing.
He turned his head and waved at his five dumbstruck companions.
"Let's go. There's nothing to stay here for long."
However, when the dejected figures of the mages from Westfalen disappeared into the horizon, Riko called out to them from afar.
"That... Please wait a moment!"
"What is it?" Max was the first to turn his head.
"Please... do not return to the fleet."
"Why?"
Riko lowered her eyes. ... "I can't tell you, but please don't return to your fleet..."
"... " Alright. "
The old man shrugged.
"In any case, according to the usual practice, even if we have already lost, we still have to withdraw from the battlefield and no longer interfere. However, after the war ends, there will always be an exchange of pointers held between Titled Mage warriors. At least I hope you can participate in a few rounds... Sir Heather Gava, I look forward to meeting you again at that time."
Then, Max Ensco seemed to have forgotten about what happened before. He let out a hearty laugh with an aged voice. He looked at his colleagues and made a decision.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go to Dortmont's bar and have a drink. We're not far from here. We'll be there in half an hour. I don't want to see Falz III anymore... "