Chapter 128: Great Sword Saint is expected

The flame that suddenly jumped up was small, but it was radiant, like a small sun, illuminating the entire square.

Only then did Ethan see the whole picture of the square clearly.

A familiar pattern appeared in front of him.

Hexagram!

A huge hexagram was painted on the entire square.

Ethan realized that this might be a summoning place, and said to Volibear: "The magic fluctuation you mentioned is probably transmitted from this magic circle!"

Volibear took a few steps back, trying to stay away from the flame, and then replied: "No, the hexagram will not produce magic fluctuations, the problem should be this flame."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the flame jumped up and grew four or five meters high.

The image of a two-headed giant snake appeared in the fire, spitting out fire whistles.

"Who is it? How dare you disturb this king...

Uh... Feng... Feng... Lord Bao!"

The two-headed snake suddenly spoke human words, but when it saw Volibear, it suddenly became a little slurred.

"You...how come you are here?"

Volibel looked at the two-headed snake in front of him and asked in confusion: "Fission Fang?"

"Yes...yes, Master Feng...Storm...I'm sorry...to bother you...I'll...get out of here!"

After that, the flame of the two-headed snake immediately turned back into a small flame.

Ethan heard the conversation between the two and was a little puzzled, and asked: "Do you know each other?"

"Yes, Master!" Volibear replied: "This little bug is called Fission Fang, and it is also a plane creature. It belongs to the third-level minions of the poison sequence.

Looking at its current situation, it seems to have been summoned by someone, but for some reason, there is no contract.

Currently between the plane and reality, it is in a state of being ownerless.

If the master needs it, he can sign a contract with it and summon it completely.

Although it is very weak, it can fission into thousands of magic snakes, which is good for reconnaissance . "

Ethan was happy when he heard it: "Ask it about its situation first!"

"Okay, Master!"

Voliber obeyed the order and shouted to the flame: "Come out!"

The flame jumped up again and turned into a two-headed snake: "Master Feng...Storm, what do you want?"

"My master wants to know your situation. Do you want to tell me yourself or let me do it?"

"Master...Master?" When the two-headed snake heard the word "Master", it was so scared that the flames on its body almost dissipated, and it asked quickly: "Master Thunder...God is here in person?"

"I'm asking you, not asking you to ask me." Volibear's voice was a little cold.

This frightened the two-headed snake, and it quickly replied: "I understand... Mr. Storm.

About 50 years ago, an orc priest tried to summon me.

But he was not well prepared for protection, and when I came out, I produced a lot of poisonous fog, which poisoned him to death.

And I am stuck between the plane and reality, unable to go back or get out, and cannot leave this altar.

Mr. Storm, please save me!"

Ethan almost laughed out loud after hearing this, and continued to communicate with Volibear: "Please ask me, what abilities does it have? And how to summon it?"

Voliber immediately passed the message.

The two-headed snake was stunned when he heard it: "Mr. Storm, you should know my abilities, why are you asking?"

Voliber was a little impatient: "I asked you to say it, so just say it. If you dare to ask me again..."

Voliber did not say what would happen, but lightning flashed between his fingers.

The two-headed snake was frightened and quickly replied: "Understood, Lord Storm.

My main ability is to use poison, and my special talent is fission clones, which can split many magic snakes.

To summon the real body, you need a drop of dragon blood, four three-eyed black snake fangs, enough poisonous blood, and 10,000 adult split boneless insects.

As for the real name, do you want to tell it now?"

"No need, my master hasn't agreed to summon you yet." Volibear replied, and asked Ethan: "Master, what do you think?"

When Ethan heard that summoning required dragon blood and such unheard-of sacrifices, he gave up at that time.

"Forget it! Come back!"

"Yes, Master!" Volibear responded, but did not move. Instead, he hesitated for a while and said: "If the master does not want to summon it, can I kill it?

Although this little worm is very weak, it is always a nuisance if it stays here."

When Ethan heard that it made sense, killing it would finally be a little profitable, and tonight's work was not in vain, so he nodded in agreement.

With Ethan's permission, azure arcs of electricity immediately surged from Volibear's body.

The two-headed snake saw what Volibear was going to do.

He was so frightened that he shouted, "Master Storm, spare me!"

Although the two-headed snake shouted for mercy, he did not sit still and wait for death.

A large amount of dark green poisonous mist continued to emerge from the flames.

And flames kept falling from his body like raindrops.

As soon as these flames landed, they turned into small black snakes and pounced on Volibear.

At this time, Volibear had turned into a round ball of thunder, constantly accumulating surface energy, preparing to give the two-headed snake a fatal blow.

As for the small snakes that pounced on him, he didn't even look at them.

And those small snakes, like a black tide, pounced on the thunder ball without fear of death, just to consume the energy of the thunder ball.

"Master Storm, spare me! Spare me!"

While begging for mercy, the two-headed snake kept splitting the small snakes to delay time.

But when these little snakes met the thunder ball, they turned into a puff of black smoke in an instant, so how could they last long?

After a while, Volibear accumulated enough energy and prepared to give the two-headed snake a fatal blow.

At this time.

"Wait!"

Ethan suddenly stopped Volibear.

Although Volibear was puzzled, he stopped temporarily and asked, "Master, what's the problem?"

It turned out that when Ethan found that those black little snakes pounced on him to die, his force kept rising.

But just a short while ago, the force increased by more than 100.

The force obtained is all converted from magic at a ratio of 1:3.

In other words, killing these little snakes can provide magic benefits.

This is too much.

If these magic little snakes can be produced continuously, wouldn't it be equivalent to an unlimited magic supply station?

Although killing the main body can also get a lot of magic, compared with killing the chicken to get the eggs, you don't need to think about it, and you know which one to choose.

The key to the problem is whether this two-headed snake can continue to produce little snakes?

So, Ethan asked, "Can this two-headed snake split into small snakes infinitely?"

Voliber and Ethan were in tune with each other, and as soon as Ethan asked this question, he understood Ethan's thoughts.

"I already understand the master's intention.

How many small snakes the fission fang can split depends on his own magic power reserves.

Each small snake is actually its own magic power.

Although it cannot split infinitely, the consumed magic power can be replenished from the plane.

Generally speaking, it can be replenished in three days.

So, if you come here to kill a small snake every three days, it won't take many times for the benefits to exceed killing the main body."

When Ethan heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Great Sword Saint! Here I come!