Caecilius climbed to his feet and then looked at Wesley. He had not expected him to be so powerful, but he had never seen this man before.
"Who are you? Why are you so powerful? I haven't seen you before. Are you an expert that the Ancient One hid?" Casillas asked. He didn't stop and kept moving towards the door.
"I am a newcor, Wesley Gibson, and I am a genius. Magic is not difficult for , but my magic power is too strong." Wesley then pointed, and the surrounding space cracked, and then the mirror space appeared. "How is it? The mirror space is not unfamiliar, right? We can have a good fight here."
"That's right. I haven't been away for long. I didn't expect the Ancient One to find a genius like you, but it's useless. Your attack is too weak for us. This is the power that Doma gave us." Casillas completely believed Doma, the ruler of the dark space. Wesley felt sorry for him.
"Is that why you betrayed him?" Wesley asked.
"Of course not. I never thought of ruling the world. I was just deceived. Are you also here to heal? We all ca to find a cure, but I trusted Ancient One so much, but she hid it from us and drew power from the dark space alone. Do you know how long she has lived?"
"Does this concern you?" Wesley asked.
Caecilius was stunned. Did it have anything to do with him? No? "She practiced real spells alone and refused to teach them to us. Isn't that cheating?"
"You said that you ca here to heal, so now you look normal, which ans that your injuries have been healed. And have you paid for tuition? The spells you learned seem to be free. What can you complain about?" Wesley looked at him curiously.
Caecilius was stunned. Was that a question? He had not thought about it. Did he have to pay to learn magic?
Wesley didn't care what he thought. Then he continued, "Look, you didn't give anything, but you're asking for it. You think that Master Ancient One absorbed power from the dark space, so he thinks it's wrong that she didn't teach it to you. It's hard for to agree with this statent. Why would she teach it to you? Or rather, you watched her live for a long ti, so you thought you could live for hundreds of years, right?"
"No, that's not right. I'm exposing her lies." Caecilius roared crazily.
"Oh, a lie. The teacher who taught you for free is a lie, and Doma, who promised you eternal life, a ruler of the dark space, is right? It's really difficult for to say anything to you about your wisdom. It's really a headache." Wesley smiled mockingly. Casillas is a greedy person. He ca here with nothing and now he has beco a mage. What's there to be dissatisfied with? Now he just wants more. Ancient One didn't give it to him and went to soone else. He makes it sound dignified, but he's actually a hypocrite.
"Are you humiliating ?" Caecilius asked angrily.
"Obviously, I was indeed depressed because of your intelligence and shalessness. The person with nothing got what he wanted and now he wants more. So you found an excuse for yourself. Whether Master Ancient One absorbed energy from the dark space or not, it has nothing to do with you. You chose Le to betray without asking for the reason. You are a shaless person. I am completely sure of this."
"You deserve to die." Casillas put his hands together and then stretched them. A transparent weapon appeared. There was an air blade here that could cut and pierce. Wesley was also vague and directly clenched his hands. Then a blue staff of magic appeared and danced.
The two Followers rushed past first. They also held air blades and slashed directly at Wesley. Wesley waved his stick and directly shattered their air blades. Whether it was the energy level or the energy density, they were incomparable. The power of the Magic Staff was powerful and heavy. Wesley directly waved it as if it weighed a thousand pounds. As he waved it, the sound of wind and thunder was endless.
Caecilius attacked, but when he was in front of Wesley, he jumped up and hacked down from above. Wesley gathered the big stick over his head and alternated his hands, forming a huge shield.
The golden sparks of magic power and the blue sparks of magic power complented each other, and the Follower took the opportunity to approach Wesley. After Casillas's attack, Wesley touched the ground with his staff of magic power and used his body to jump up and stand opposite the three of them again. Being besieged was not a good choice. It was important to maintain his position in front of the three of them.
Caecilius dispersed the space blade and then waved his hands. Mirror Dinsion began to fold, but Wesley naturally could not let the other party have the geographical advantage. He threw the magic stick up and then his hands also swung. Mirror Dinsion was divided into two, and the two of them each controlled one side. Then Wesley pushed forward with both palms and the part of space he controlled directly pressed down like an avalanche.
Caecilius did not expect Wesley to be so powerful. He could not retreat. He pressed his palms forward. The space controlled by both sides began to squeeze each other and fold forward. Now it was a contest of magic power.
However, Wesley did not disappear when he threw the Staff of Power upward, and the direction he threw it in was very wrong. The space controlled by Wesley was crushed forward because his magic power ca from the space gem and the energy was huge. Casillas did not dare to move at all and could only resist desperately. His two followers could not pass through the place where the space crossed.
With a bang, the staff of magic fell and hit Caecilius on the head. Wesley did not throw it casually. The energy density of his staff of magic was too high, so it would not dissipate imdiately after leaving his hand. Wesley used the throw directly to hit his opponent's head.
Although it was not fatal, Casillas was a little dizzy from the impact. Wesley imdiately increased his strength and the space folded and crushed over. When the two followers saw that it was not going to work, they imdiately picked up Casillas from the left and right and ran backward. Wesley stepped forward and then kept clapping, pressing, twisting, pointing, pointing, and other movents with his hands. The mirror space was all under his control, and then he kept squeezing the three of them.
Caecilius sobered up and began to run forward on his own. He knew that he was no match for the other party. Only his master, Doma, could do it. Why was this newcor so powerful? Even a genius should not be so powerful.
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