"I tried my best to surpass her. I prayed to the Golden God, but he only responded to me with silence."

"Hahaha~ Want to run? You are thinking too much. I am the apostle of the King of Neverwinter. My power is far beyond your imagination."

"I can't compare to her in appearance, figure, spell-casting skills, or level of magic power. No matter how hard I try, it's useless!"

"I have looked for you, but you are not here, and time is tight. Hey, now is not the time to talk about this. This woman's power is quite terrifying. If we join forces, we may not be her match."

It's Rosen's extraordinary missile technique.

Looking at the missile again, it is flying very fast, but Veronica's reaction is even faster.

‘Pooh~~~da~’

If you fight head-on, you will be instantly killed in less than one round!

If you miss it and practice again after your body and mind are basically fixed, it will be almost impossible to reach the same height.

"When I was most desperate, only my master responded to me. A generous, kind and generous master is the god worthy of my lifelong following!"

His round face turned blood red, making it difficult for his dark skin to hide it.

At the same time, the demon-slaying knife turned, and the blade was still pointed at Veronica's neck.

A large number of black and red rattans as thick as an adult's arm shot out from the ground, instantly intertwining into a 10-meter-wide and 10-meter-high rattan net, blocking Chabolai's path like a wall.

'Successfully recorded some information about the alien power.'

"Turn back?!"

Rosen also feels that Veronica is really powerful.

In the wild wasteland, the woman shouted hysterically, venting her anger and unintentionally revealing part of the truth about how she framed Thrandis.

With a shake of his hand, the rattan wormed its way towards Chabolais like a snake.

The boy's skill here is not a fantasy term, but refers to the golden period of training.

Seeing that Xia Bolai was already 5 meters in front of her, she raised her right hand weakly: "Vine net!"

After saying that, I felt it was not enough, so I added another sentence.

At the same time, she made a vague grab with her right hand, and a thick black rattan covered in blood appeared out of thin air.

The dark blue blade carried silver light, pulling out a breathtaking wind howl in the air, and cut into Veronica's neck with the force of lightning.

Condensed silver light emerged from the sword in his hand. He paused on his toes and swayed out like a phantom.

There is a feeling of powerlessness felt when an amateur master meets a professional master and is beaten.

"This spellcasting ability is at least 10 stars, and the precision of each line of operation exceeds mine. Fortunately, I still have a mentor to back me up."

He is not alone, and his job is not to compete with Veronica in skills.

He's just a gunner.
Chapter completed!