Chapter 729: Battle between Mages (1)

What's the best way to deal with a mage?

If this question is put in front of Sherlock, then Sherlock will definitely tell you without hesitation, slap his face!

No mage can resist the assassin's close-range attack, and no mage can resist the greatsword in the hands of a warrior who is already close to him, not to mention the telekinetic mage like Ebony Maw on the opposite side, who basically focuses his skills on intelligence and spirit.

So after finding out the details of Ebony Maw, Sherlock gave up the idea of ​​using all his strength to fight Ebony Maw, and instead treated Ebony Maw as a touchstone for the results of his two years of training.

A confident smile appeared on Sherlock's face. As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly put on a helmet that looked extremely high-tech. With the help of the dancing butterflies around him, he slowly squatted down, looking like he was starting before a race.

"Body strengthening! Light as a feather! Floating through the air!"

As the Eternal Spear in Sherlock's hand flashed three times, Sherlock directly added three buffs to himself.

The body strengthening magic from Asgard gave Sherlock the physical qualities of a warrior; the light as a feather magic from Kamar-Taj allowed Sherlock to become lighter while maintaining his physical strength; the floating magic from the HP world, improved from Lao Fu's flying magic, allowed Sherlock to soar in the sky like a free bird in the air.

The three buffs complement each other, and the direct result is that after Sherlock has applied the buffs to himself, he rushes directly towards Ebony Maw on the opposite side like a cannonball.

Ebony Maw saw a gap suddenly appear in the originally colorful and dazzling group of butterflies, and was also startled when Sherlock saw a spear emitting golden light flying towards him like a cannonball.

Almost instantly Ebony Maw understood Sherlock's idea of ​​close combat. A whirlwind formed under his feet, and he began to retreat rapidly, dragging Ebony Maw with him.

Of course, no matter how quick Ebony Maw's reaction is, his retreat speed is definitely not comparable to Sherlock's speed like a cannonball. However, this does not mean that Ebony Maw will give up.

With a gentle wave of his hands, supported by powerful telekinesis, even though Ebony Maw was retreating and could not see what was behind him, the glass and stones on the tall buildings behind him were still shattered into pieces like sharp knives in the first moment and flew towards Sherlock.

Because he acted in a hurry, Ebony Maw had no time to finely carve the massive amount of debris and rubble. He even gave up aiming and just fired directly in the direction of Sherlock.

The main purpose is to provide fire coverage, in an attempt to slow down Sherlock's advance.

In fact, Ebony Maw's attack is useful, but its efficiency is too low.

Because there was no aiming, 80% of the fragments actually just brushed past Sherlock's body and missed him, so Sherlock didn't even need to defend himself.

As for the remaining 20% ​​of the fragments, if it were in the past, Sherlock might really have a headache. He could either choose to use his armor to withstand it, or give up close combat and raise a shield to defend himself.

But after two years of integrated training of the three magic systems, Sherlock obviously had a better way. Sherlock's speed remained unchanged, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of stopping. Those fragments that could hurt Sherlock had actually been firmly locked by Sherlock's perception.

When the fragments are about to reach Sherlock, a hexagonal defensive barrier about the size of a basketball will appear in the gap between Sherlock and the fragments to directly block the attack of the fragments.

As the number of fragments increased, those hexagonal defensive barriers appeared like twinkling stars everywhere around Sherlock.

The timing of the appearance of each defense barrier can be said to be just right. There will not be any extra defense barrier appearing, and there will not be any missing defense barrier.

After more than two years of training, Sherlock has become very skilled in locking in the opportunity, just like the elf girl when she was training Fei Lun. Sherlock believes that his current attainments in magic defense are comparable to that naive elf girl.

As for those hexagonal defensive barriers.

Well, this thing certainly wasn't taught to Sherlock by that innocent elf girl with white hair, twin ponytails who only existed in the second dimension. The inventor of this thing actually has nothing to do with that innocent girl.

The inventor of this thing is a bald, noseless guy who has died seven times. He likes to laugh like a Uchiha all the time and is a pervert who really likes green light - this is the magic invented by our caring old Fu.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it's just an enhanced version of the Iron Shield. Voldemort's version is a small silver shield, and Sherlock combined the magic knowledge of Kamar-Taj and Asgard and made some modifications to it, which resulted in a form of expression similar to that in the animation that likes to use the Brave Diary.

But the amazing thing was that Ebony Maw, who was charging forward knowing that his attacks had no effect on Sherlock, didn't seem nervous at all. When Sherlock was about to approach him, a gleam of light flashed in Ebony Maw's little eyes, and he waved his arm trying not to attract attention.

In an instant, a cable as thick as an arm broke out from the ground like a dragon, and almost instantly entangled Sherlock who was rushing towards the Ebonymaw Pig.

Yes, the panic and attacks shown by Ebony Maw just now were just to attract Sherlock's attention. After all, as a telekinetic mage who could roam under Thanos's hands, Ebony Maw might not be very strong, but he was definitely smart enough.

On the other hand, Sherlock was forced to stop moving forward the moment the cable, which was as thick as his arm, wrapped around his ankle. If Sherlock hadn't had the magic of levitation, he might have been dragged to the ground by this thing.

Of course, although it didn't pull Sherlock to the ground at the first try, it was obvious that it had no intention of letting Sherlock go. It began to spread quickly towards Sherlock like a real python.

Sherlock naturally would not just wait to die. After all, if Sherlock was really like Stephen, a dignified Supreme Sorcerer who was suffocated by the cables, then Sherlock would really have no chance of survival.

Sherlock swung the spear in his hand, and the sharp tip of the spear was like a hot knife cutting butter. It cut off the cable wrapped around his ankle in an instant, and even cast a cutting spell like a swordsman's slash, directly cutting off another cable that was eager to attack him.

Under the cover of Sherlock's magical light, the cables that were originally climbing towards Sherlock like snakes turned into ordinary cables after Sherlock cut off the link. After losing the link, Ebony Maw would have no way to continue controlling the cables to wrap around Sherlock unless he was much stronger than Sherlock.

With some disgust, Sherlock pulled off half of the cable on his body, looked up in the direction of Ebony Maw, and gave an ambiguous smile.

"The more complex the environment, the stronger the combat power, right? Coincidentally, I am also like this!"

As he spoke, Sherlock thrust his spear into the ground with his backhand, and began to use his full strength of Transfiguration. With circles of magic ripples spreading out, the surrounding environment began to vibrate violently in an instant.

The next second, a look of horror appeared on Ebony Maw's face.