Becoming a lord in another world starts with farming

The ever-increasing pain that seemed to have no end made Sylvia's mind a little blurry. Even if she was a witch and would not die, there was a limit to her endurance, so she took action first and used her ultimate attack.

Under the infusion of terrifying magic power, the dark thorns that were originally swaying like seaweed instantly hardened and stood straight. At the same time, they became harder than steel. They withstood the fierce fire and penetrated into Owen's domain. The monsters started fighting.

The monster transformed by Li Huo has no entity. Even if it is torn to pieces, it can be reborn in the blink of an eye. However, the magic and curse of the dark thorns are infecting it, making Li Huo no longer pure. Even the monsters infected by Li Huo are no longer pure. The expression of pain caused Owen to take a deep breath. The secret witch really couldn't be judged according to common sense.

The monster transformed by Li Huo is considered a kind of elemental creature. It can make elemental creatures feel pain. This is simply not something that magic can do, unless it is a law.

Owen gritted his teeth, feeling a little regretful. He was a little bit embarrassed this time, and he thought he could finally show off and get slapped in the face, but he didn't want to pick a hard target and stab his mouth.

Although he learned a lot about the witch from Emile, he didn't know the true nature of the witch, and neither did Emile. I'm afraid only his cheap mother knew.

If you continue to fight without understanding the depth of the opponent, you may cause the opponent to explode one after another, and instead knock yourself to the ground and rub yourself repeatedly. By then it will no longer be a matter of shame. Look at Sylvia's crazy look now. It would be light to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts in the opponent's hands.

The problem is that the fight is now in full swing. Even if Owen wants to stop, Sylvia, who is in high spirits, will not agree and will become even more powerful.

When Owen hesitated, his momentum naturally dropped by three points, and when he saw the advantageous Sylvia, he took advantage of the situation and attacked fiercely.

Finally, Sylvia's pressing step by step made Owen angry. We are all young people. Why should I let you? Besides, he is a big young man. He is full of blood and his brain is full of blood. Who cares about the consequences? Go ahead and fuck him. Let’s talk about it later.

Broken to pieces, the divine blade is invisible, the heart is cut out, Avada Kedavra! Owen rolled up his sleeves, took out the Elder Wand, and first gave her a set of spells that perfectly reflected the sharpness of his tongue as foreplay.

With many blessings, the curse, which was originally suitable for children to read the lethality level, showed its terrifying side. With one shot of shattering bones, it exploded a ten-meter-wide hole in the dark thorn jungle as solid as steel. Within this range, all matter All were shattered, and Shen Feng Wuying was like a sickle, easily cutting through the dark thorns blocking the way, allowing the next two magic spells to successfully hit Sylvia.

From this, we can see how inexperienced the two are. Sylvia was hit by the curse so easily, and Owen was so confused that he used Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra.

The pain caused by the Crucifixion did not even make Sylvia aware of the true effect of this spell. Instead, she felt refreshed and more magic power emerged.

Although Avada Kedavra is an instant-death magic, as a cursed witch, she also has the attributes of pain and immortality. One bite of a big melon will only cause her to bleed a little, not as much as her aunt.

Looking at Sylvia who was getting more energetic, Owen was suddenly speechless.

When the opponent is perverted enough, even he, who is almost perverted, has no good solution.

After thinking about his own methods, unless he revealed his trump card level, it would be difficult to defeat the opponent, even a stalemate would be difficult.

Don't forget that Irving is so powerful right now because he is in the explosive stage, but everyone should know that a man's explosive burst is generally not very long, usually only a few seconds, just like the sprint in the last section of a 100-meter race, completely. I was out of breath and had to wait for a long time afterward. Irving's ability to continue to explode for such a long time is already a gift.

But now Owen feels a little powerless. The power of the Demon King has begun to decline, and the spread of the Lihuo has reached its limit. He is now trying his best to restrain it. If it really gets out of control, it is impossible to ignite the entire secret realm, but what kind of consequences will it cause? And Zhizhi, so for the sake of safety, Li Huo cannot get out of control.

The problem is that although both of them are half-assed, the momentum they erupt is not comparable to that of the legends. They are afraid that the dead will be awakened, let alone the half-dead.

Owen's movements suddenly stopped and he turned to look at the castle. Sylvia didn't know what nerve she had touched. She rarely woke up and looked at the castle as well, but her face was even more ugly.

The blood disaster has awakened! Sylvia said through gritted teeth, and at the same time glared at Owen fiercely. If it hadn't been for him, the family's decades-long plan would have been successful this time. Who would want to fall short and return the blood? The disaster awakened her in advance, and even her father, Grand Duke Macaron, would be in a panic if the academy city was alarmed.

Now it seems we have a common enemy. Owen didn't want to fight with Sylvia anymore, because there was no benefit at all, as for the hatred between the two parties.

Although the other party wants to kill him, he hasn't succeeded yet. Besides, there are too many nobles stabbing each other. If everyone really wants to be serious, they are probably busier than the dwarves in the medieval Warhammer. A book of hatred that is not thick enough will probably be too busy. It won't take long.

So as long as there is no success, everyone is still good friends on the surface. Cooperate when they should cooperate. At most, they can use maces when they should add insult to injury. By the way, they can squat at the mouth of the well to solve the memory problem, so that the other party can be infamy for eternity.

After waking up, Sylvia, who was deeply educated by the aristocracy, will of course not continue to act on her own initiative. She can be willful, but that is only for people who can be crushed to death easily. Owen is too mysterious, and with the strength he just showed, looking at the other person... The relaxed look on her face showed that this was far from the other party's limit. Not even her father would make such an idiotic choice to offend such a person.

Blood Calamity, the ancestor of the blood race in another world, a powerful demigod. The ghost castle was used to seal his cemetery, but it is now ineffective. Sylvia said the information she knew with a solemn face.

Owen groaned, feeling that his recent luck had been too bad. First he was chased by a demon warlock, then he met a witch looking for trouble, and finally a demigod ancestor of vampires appeared.

Is the feng shui of the college town not good enough? Or does the imperial horoscope conflict with him?

Owen couldn't understand why he had been living in the North for so many years and it was so difficult to even meet a high-level professional. He met two legendary and half-gods just a short time after arriving in the empire.

The most troublesome thing is that the awakening blood disaster, regardless of his nickname, race, or current situation, has no reason to let go of the two of them to deliver food to their door.

Although not all demigods are powerful, and some cannot even defeat legends, a vampire demigod obviously cannot be classified as weak. The combat power of the vampire itself is not weak, and his vitality is more tenacious, no worse than the immortal body of a witch. , it would be even more outrageous if it were a demigod. Even Owen didn't want to encounter such an opponent.