Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1271 - 351: Summoning the Bow, Though It’s Shadow Magic_3

The Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, was also stunned.

"Fairy Dragon!" Master Manali swept a cold glance at Luna in the air, whose complexion had drastically changed, "You best not act rashly! I know your ’Elemental Backlash Finger’ and ’Instant Teleport’ are very formidable! But if you destroy me, my shadow warriors will also be destroyed, which means, your husband will lose his life! Don’t do anything foolish!"

"The Fallen Magic does indeed have a brutal aspect!" Master Aymar sneered from the side, "However, I’ve also noticed, Master Manali, that your Shadow Magic doesn’t have any offensive power at all. If it did, you would have already torn apart that shadow, and you wouldn’t continue to whine with us!"

"Truly deserving of being a top mage! Very clever! Shadow Series Spells indeed only possess controlling power, not killing power!" The Monastic Imam curled the corner of his mouth, with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Perhaps you don’t know another fact-------------every one of us, Monastic Imams, must reach the Monastic Imam level before we can change class! A Monastic Imam is an expert in Light Illusion Magic, this guild title is at the same level as your Aegean Magic Tutors! To some extent, shadows are also undead creatures, and the only way to destroy shadows is with light! You don’t have Light Illusion Magic on the Aegean Continent, do you?"

With a flick of Master Manali’s finger, a white light shot from his fingertip, blazed past the arm of the shadow Ibrahim, scraping off numerous fragments of black fluff.

The Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, grunted, a rolled cut gap magically appeared on his metallic solidified arm, and dragon blood, dense with Magic Elements, immediately surged out from the wound in large quantities.

"How... how is this possible..." Everyone was stunned.

A Seven-Colored Dragon with full metal solidification, how tough their bodies were is a known fact on the Aegean Continent to women and children alike. Without a weapon of Artifact level might, creating a wound on the body of a Seven-Colored Dragon was simply a joke. But it was clear that just a beam of light had passed over Ibrahim’s shadow and caused damage to the Seven-Colored Dragon’s body. If that beam of light had brushed past his throat, would he have been decapitated on the spot?

This Monastic Imam, Master Manali, was indeed extraordinary!

Although he took slightly longer chanting Magic Spells when controlling Ibrahim’s shadow, it’s undeniable that this kind of Shadow Magic was indeed exceptional. Coupled with his Light Illusion Magic, between a contraction and an expansion, he was theoretically nearing invincibility---------this wasn’t an overly exaggerated compliment. In fact, any class of Magic on the Aegean Continent, if practiced to the level of a Magic Tutor, theoretically had the potential to be invincible. Similarly, some intermediate and lower-ranked Mages using powerful Magic Scrolls could also theoretically achieve invincibility---------for example, the "Different Space Transfer Technique" scroll used by Master Fran of the Dorott Court Magician on Liu Shock in the past.

The Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to deal with this situation. The others frowned, pondering solutions in their minds.

Liu Shock stepped forward from the crowd, holding the Ancient Power Fire Gun, and walked step by step towards this Monastic Imam with a ferocious look on his face.

"Stop!" Master Manali shouted sharply.

Liu Shock halted firmly.

"I think I should remind you," Master Manali said, "that our Shadow Magic also ranks first in Taklamago for defense!" With a trembling of his fingers, like strumming the strings of a musical instrument, the two shadow warriors standing before him began to spin around like a carousel at tremendous speed, leaving countless interlacing images in the air, one shadow warrior in the sky, one on the ground, with their madly spinning bodies constructing a perfect dome-shaped barrier. It firmly protected Monastic Imam Manali at the center-------------this master who had just suffered from not activating his Magic Shield earlier would certainly not make that mistake again.

"This is the speed of the ’Fleeting Light Shield’! So, if you have any sneaky ideas, you’d better keep them to yourself," Master Manali glanced at the Ancient Power Fire Gun in Liu Shock’s hand, "I do not wish to kill this Seven-Colored Dragon. What I want is a fair negotiation and exchange!"

"Negotiation? Exchange? Heh... go ahead, what is it that you want exactly?" Liu Shock asked.

On the west stood a rogue, and on the east, the Monastic Imam, with two high-speed spinning shadow warriors in between; Emperor Polo suspended overhead, and on the marble floor, two figures, one lean and one muscular, were floating obliquely.

"I want you all to immediately withdraw from this city!" Monastic Imam Manali gave a cold smile, "Kalimantan holds mine and Rommel’s blood, sweat, and tears. It can’t be easily ravaged by you!"

"You actually dare take such a huge risk for that purpose? You really are a madman!" Liu Zhenhan squinted at the Monastic Imam for a long while, his knuckles turning pale from gripping the Ancient Power Fire Gun so tightly, "Just now, you chanted your magic spells for such a long time, I really should have ordered your shooting into a hedgehog!"

"Heh heh... too bad you didn’t give the order! What a pity... tsk tsk... I and Rommel both invested a lot of effort into studying the ’Human Psychology’ book from the Aegean Continent; I precisely predicted that you wouldn’t gang up, because you are the strong! Without the Saint Chiao Mage’s ’Forbidden Magic Domain’ restraining me, once I unleash ’Mirror Image’, I have nothing to fear!" Monastic Imam Manali sneered dismissively.

"You’d better sober up!" Liu Zhenhan became furious, "I won’t give you a second chance to chant your magic spells! If you dare hurt the Seven-Colored Dragon, I guarantee you’ll have nowhere to be buried when you die!"

"If the Monastic Imam was so easy to kill, would he still be called the earthly walker of the Goddess Moni? Have you ever seen a deity’s messenger killed so easily?" Master Manali chuckled secretly, "I say, if you, as the Beamon divine power spokesman, were killed, there wouldn’t even be a divine punishment, right?"

Liu’s face flushed slightly; he had indeed never heard that killing a Shaman of Divine Songs would result in divine punishment. In fact, there had been no instances of unnatural deaths of Divine Song Shamans in Beamon’s history; Divine Song Shamans did not pose a threat to others, they were ordinary, and ordinary people were doomed to obscurity.

In contrast, Liu Zhenhan was also a Night Watcher; the Spider Queen Rose {PS: Also known as "Spider Muse Rose."} had bestowed upon him the "Curse of the Fallen God"; whoever killed Liu Zhenhan would die of heartbreak-------Putting aside whether this curse was real or not, it seemed the God of War wasn’t as protective as the Spider Queen.

"Cut the crap; what is your divine punishment?" Liu Zhenhan asked Master Manali with a mocking look, his tone filled with disdain.

"The Goddess Moni is the deity who shows the most miracles. Whoever kills her servant, she will surely come to take revenge personally!" The Monastic Imam laughed heh heh.

"Heh heh, what a load of bull." Liu Zhenhan laughed to death, this divine punishment sounded even more far-fetched than the "Curse of the Fallen God."

"Bull or not, I don’t care; now I ask you, do you agree to my conditions?" Master Manali pointed at the shadow of Ibrahim, eyeing Liu Zhenhan.

"What if I don’t agree? Even if you hurt the Seven-Colored Dragon, you won’t be able to escape," Liu Zhenhan roared fiercely.

"The Monastic Imam, when dying an abnormal death, besides the body, gets to have another life---------a shadow doppelganger, can you kill a shadow?" Master Manali laughed, "Us Shadow Mages, we’re quite similar to the Aegean Undead Mages, we too are nearly immortal bodies! So you’d best not threaten my patience with death!"

"Damn it!" Liu Zhenhan, like a ferocious bulldog, started to circle around Master Manali as if pondering over something or making up his mind, while the Monastic Imam smiled slyly, watching every move of the Beamon Shaman, the two shadow warriors forming the ’Fleeting Light Shield’ had already spun up to maximum speed.

"The Seven-Colored Dragon is also something you can threaten, you foolish and arrogant desert Mage!" Having come to his senses, the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim unleashed the impetuous nature of the higher Dragon Clan in that instant; with a full-arm backward swoop, almost all of the camel archers’ arrows whizzed into the air, the "swoosh swoosh" sound of arrows cleaving through the sky kept coming, swarms of feathered arrows shot towards the Monastic Imam in one fell swoop.

A hint of ruthlessness instantly crossed the eyes of Monastic Imam Manali.

And Liu Zhenhan as well.

**

Dead drunk.