The armor piled up in the corner was one that Kerry had used many years ago. Once worn, it could cover his entire body. It was made of the most ordinary black iron and was extremely heavy, weighing a full twenty pounds. It was even more impossible for him to be possessed by demons. Back then, Kerry had only worn this armor for a few months. Then he pleaded with his father to prepare another set of more lightweight and beautifully shaped galvanized iron armor for him.
As for this heavy suit of armor, even if it were sold, it wouldn't fetch many copper coins, not much better than scrap iron. So it was left to rust slowly in this warehouse by Buska until it became a real pile of scrap iron. Even when he went to clear this warehouse for use as a prison cell, he didn't remove the armor.
This cumbersome armor, not to mention whether the bearings at the joints are embroidered and still usable, even if it could be used, what kind of powerful combat power could a weak magician like Stephen unleash by wearing it?
But now, in Quinn's astonished eyes, this armor stood up. There was no doubt that it was Stephen inside the armor. At this moment, Quinn noticed that this armor, covered with rust, was indescribably strange. It was wrapped all over with animal skins full of wormholes, as if the armor had been dressed in a tattered leather coat, especially at the two arms. They also wrapped the dilapidated porcelain vases with thin strips torn from animal skins respectively - this design was definitely more hilarious than the performances of the funny dance troupes Quinn had seen before.
After the initial surprise, Quinn immediately felt a faint mocking emotion rise in his heart. He could guess what Stephen was going to do by putting on this armor at this moment, but there was no doubt that Quinn didn't think it posed any threat to him. He just found it ridiculous. So he smiled and pointed the long sword in his hand at Stephen who was wearing the armor: "Kid, what? Are you going to have a fight with me in this tattered metal outfit?"
At this moment, I actually really want to hear you say a few more words of contempt and ridicule. If that's the case, I'll surely feel more relieved when I start to act later. From the armor mask came Stephen's somewhat depressed voice, "But I'm so damn suffocated right now. To put on this armor that's obviously one size larger than mine, I had to wrap myself in animal skin. Now I'm sweating all over from the oppression. This feeling is really unbearable, so..." Let's cut the crap and have a good start.
A satisfying start?
How to start so smoothly?
What does it mean to have a satisfying start?
Stephen soon made Quinn understand what it meant to be relieved. Relief was that he was about to be in pain soon.
Click, click.
The bearings at the joints of the armor were indeed embroidered so much that they couldn't move easily. So when Stephen raised his left arm, it immediately caused a series of crackling sounds. His left arm was very thick because it was wrapped all over with animal skins, and within the skins was wrapped an old porcelain vase. The opening of the porcelain vase, about the size of a fist, was right on the back of Stephen's hand, and the dark opening was already aligned with Queen.
Quinn had no idea what Stephen was doing, nor did he care. Although he had once been knocked unconscious by Stephen's curse, Stephen still had a magic wand in his hand at that time. But now, Stephen was a magician without a magic wand. A magician without a magic wand was no different from a lamb at the mercy of others in his eyes.
Of course, he wasn't careless either.
He was afraid that Stephen would suddenly throw a huge number of scrolls at him as he had done with Kerry. If that were the case, he wouldn't be afraid. The space was small here, and he could rush to Stephen's side in an instant, stun him or even kill him. In fact, after learning about Kerry's situation, he had secretly ridiculed the stupidity of the boss's son. If it were him, he surely wouldn't have been beaten so badly by Stephen's scroll.
So, at this very moment, he remained vigilant and proud in his heart, holding a long sword in his hand, ready to rush to Stephen's side at lightning speed, ready to knock him out directly.
He moved.
Then Stephen moved too.
Quinn's physical speed is of course much stronger than Stephen's. There is now a two-meter gap between them. It takes Quinn less than a second to cover the two-meter distance.
But for Stephen, it doesn't even take one-tenth of a second to move his finger.
His little finger in the armor of his left hand moved.
Then, a fierce flame suddenly burst out from the vase tied to his right arm.
The flames instantly enveloped Quinn, who was charging over.
At this moment, if you open the wrist guard on Stephen's right arm, you can see strips of parchment formed into ropes, like wires, connecting from his fingers to a hole in the vase. On the rope-like parchment are characters, whose function is to convey information, allowing Stephen to activate the magic scroll placed inside the vase with his fingers.
Parchment can carry curse characters. It is equivalent to a thread. A little magic power triggered by Stephen's finger igniting the scroll inside the vase - this is probably the first time since the appearance of items like magic scrolls that someone has discovered this use of parchment.
A roaring flame burst out. This flame was of a deep red color and far more powerful than the fire magic scrolls sold in Anthony's magic hut. In terms of the heat of the flame, this flame was four times stronger than an ordinary fire magic scroll.
This is a new type of flame curse created by Stephen after he struggled to figure out 17 out of 32 magic characters, totaling 23 magic characters, within three months. Of course, Stephen also designed spells with eight or even sixteen times the flame, but those spells could no longer be carried by a 32k piece of parchment.
Flames burst out in the porcelain vase. Within the narrow space, the flames expanded and rapidly burst out from the mouth of the vase, forming a two-meter-long wave of flames that swept over Quinn who was charging towards him.
"Ah !!!!!"
Quinn's scream came out immediately after. His voice was indescribable and shrill. The scorching flames instantly burned the clothes on his upper body, making his skin turn red and rotten. His hair, eyebrows, eyelashes and beard all turned to ashes in an instant. His eyes turned a disgusting milky white in the light of the flames. His previously charged posture came to a sudden halt, and he shouted loudly at the same time. With both hands vigorously waving the long sword in their hands, the originally damp and unpleasant cell was immediately filled with a strange smell of burnt meat.
The flames of the fourfold flame scroll actually burned for only a brief moment.
The flame stopped.
Stephen moved the ring finger of his right hand again, and then the flames burst out once more.
There were a total of five scrolls inside the porcelain vase, which were connected to the five fingers of his right hand through "fuses" made of sheepskin paper strips. At the moment the scrolls burst out, the temperature inside the vase was actually not high, so the paper scrolls could be preserved. And the flames once again swept through Quinn, who was brandishing his long sword randomly, making Quinn's screams even more shrill. He attempted to slash at Stephen. But in the end, it was only out of fear of the temperature of the flames that he hurriedly hid behind in the next moment, crushing the table where Stephen had been writing the magic scroll for three months and falling to the ground.
Stephen moved the middle finger of his left hand, and the flames erupted for the third time.
Imprisoned for three months, I was like a slave, writing scrolls. The living conditions were terrible. The room was filled with a foul and scorching smell. And do I still have to hear Quinn's scolding... Stephen was very angry in his heart, really very angry. In his previous life, he was a hacker who had a proper way to steal, but that didn't mean he was a good person. Hackers were hackers after all. Essentially, Stephen didn't have too much moral restraint, so... Go to hell.
Quinn in the flames had stopped moving. His whole body was charred black, but the huge sword in his hand showed a bright red color - it was burned red.
He must be dead.
But Stephen wanted to set the flames on again. He moved his index finger and thumb, but no more flames burst out from the bottle. Well, it seemed that the flames inside the bottle had finally burned the other two scrolls to death.
Stephen pushed his arm against the wall beside him. With a clang, the porcelain vase broke. He shook his arm to shake off the burnt, tattered animal skins and some fragments of the vase, and walked carefully towards Quinn.
Sure enough, he was dead and couldn't die any more.
No one could survive under that intense flame... Considering that this is a magical world, there should be no second-order swordsman who can survive.
Stephen moved his wrist, bent down with some difficulty, and took the long sword that was burning red from Quinn's already charred hand. He could already hear footsteps. It must be Locke who heard the commotion below and was charging down.
Stephen moved his steps with some difficulty in the direction of the door.
Of course, this suit of armor of his is not just capable of bursting with flames.
"Next..."