Wizard of All Souls

"Crack-crack--"

With a bang, countless shards of ice splashed in the ice room.

"Aww—"

Geralf stretched his body and couldn't help but growl comfortably.

Deafening sound waves echoed in the ice room.

All the ice cubes in the ice room made a crisp popping sound.

Geralf shook his head excitedly, the scene in his eyes was completely different from before.

Feeling the abundant power in the body, it is endless, as if it can never be exhausted.

"This is the power of the giant potion?"

"This is me now?"

"I feel invincible power!"

This is far more powerful than ever before.

He, who was once the peak of the great knight, was so small in front of this power.

It feels like just waving your arms lightly can seriously injure your previous self.

"drink!"

Geralf punched the wall.

The fist hit the air, and an invisible sound wave rushed forward and hit the wall.

The ice cubes attached to the wall shattered instantly.

"Haha, hahaha, with this power, the orcs are nothing, right?" Geralf shouted excitedly, "Even those martial saints are definitely not my opponents!"

Geraf kept waving his fists, and invisible shock waves rushed all around.

One step.

Visible tremors could be felt throughout the room.

...

Will smiled and looked at the excited Geraph.

Geralph would be so excited, it makes sense.

It is understandable to have the illusion of invincibility.

Originally the pinnacle of the great knight, he was already a hero.

The strength suddenly increased dozens of times.

What is not invincible?

Unfortunately, this world is far more powerful and cruel than he imagined.

In the eyes of the real strong.

Great knights are nothing but ants.

Paladins can barely be regarded as cannon fodder.

Only third-class apprentices can be seen by the strong and can be useful as slaves.

Relying on the effect of the giant potion, Geralf barely entered the ranks of third-class apprentices in terms of combat effectiveness.

Unfortunately the upper limit is not high.

The highest combat power in a lifetime can only reach the second level of the third-class apprentice.

However, compared with 99.999% of people, the strength is already very strong.

"Isn't it enough?"

Will originally wanted to wait until Geralf was tired from playing before speaking.

But Geralph didn't seem to be resting at all.

If you don't sound a reminder, you won't be able to calm down for a few hours.

"Master Will, I'm sorry, I'm too excited." Geralf knelt down to Will and apologized.

In Geralf's view, Will was his great benefactor.

Especially Will is still the paladin he longed for.

Although his current strength is far above that of the paladins, Will is definitely not his opponent, but his respect for Will will not be reduced by one point.

No need to use mind reading.

Only from Geraph's facial expression, Will can guess the other party's thoughts.

"How strong do you think you are now?" Will asked.

"Very strong! Very strong! The kind that is invincible and strong!" Geralf thought for a while, and then said: "I feel that I can be worth ten thousand troops by myself now."

"You are indeed quite strong, but you can't talk about how strong you are."

"How can it be!"

Geralf didn't believe it at all.

"I just heard you mentioned Wu Sheng?"

"That's right, the martial sage on the orc side." Mentioning the martial sage, Geralf suddenly became excited, "I used to fight with the strong and the martial sage, but as a great knight, I couldn't even intervene!"

Geralf clenched his fist, "It's different now, I have used your giant potion, my lord, and my strength will definitely crush the martial saint!"

"I don't think so."

"Hey, even if you are a paladin, you may not be my opponent now." Geralf raised his eyebrows.

Even if the opponent is the paladin Will he respects, he cannot deny his strength over and over again.

This is his bottom line as a knight.

"Oh?" Will raised his fist with a smile, "What is this?"

"Hand? Fist? What do you want to do?" Geraph asked puzzled.

"A punch?" Will's fist slowly stretched out towards Geralf, "As long as you can block my punch, I will admit that your strength is superior to mine."

"Haha, what did you think it was?" Geralf was very confident, "I don't need to do any defense at all for this kind of attack, just fight!"

On the surface it says so.

But as Will's fist kept approaching, Geraph was a little shaken in his heart.

"As a paladin, Master Will may have some power-generating skills that I don't understand?"

"Since he said that, he must be very confident."

"It's better to defend yourself."

Thinking of this, Geralf tensed his muscles, and the white light on his body ignited.

The fist is still moving slowly.

The fist came closer.

The fist made contact with Geraph's skin.

As if a fist was pressed against a sponge, Geralf's chest sank suddenly.

"vomit--"

Geralf's body felt as if struck by lightning.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"how come?"

Geraph knelt down on the ground weakly, looking at Will in shock.

While paladins are respectable, they are very rare in number.

However, combat effectiveness at the paladin level is not uncommon, as long as you are a great knight and a bloodline person at the same time.

In the Delta Fortress, there are several paladins with fighting strength.

He thinks that his current strength is far above those people.

Keweier is just a punch!

It hurt him badly.

"How did you do it?" Geraph felt that Will must have used some kind of secret technique, otherwise it would be impossible to seriously injure him easily.

"I'm just using pure power."

"impossible!"

Geraf looked down at the sixty or seventy-year-old man in front of him.

He was much shorter than him originally.

After he drank the giant potion, Will was as small as a three-year-old in front of him.

Such a person, the absolute power is far above him?

How can he believe it?

"Haha, how cruel this world is, you will understand later." Will walked towards the door, "By the way, old man Ligen is also very strong, definitely above you now."

"What!"

Geralf's expression changed suddenly.

The paladin Will, who developed the giant potion, is stronger than him, and he can still accept it. Could it be that Will himself drank some kind of powerful potion?

Corrigan?

The old man with half a foot in the coffin?

A bone pole that could blow away with his breath?

The fact that the Ligen old man is stronger than him is simply a fantasy!

"You can compete with him when you have time, I believe Ligen won't mind." Will opened the door with a smile.

As soon as the door of the ice room was opened, a large amount of white mist immediately appeared.

Outside the door, two people stood.

One of them is Geralf's friend - Watto.

"Brother Gerald, are you alright?"

As soon as the door opened, Watto rushed into the ice room, shouting Geralph's name.

"Wow--"

Suddenly, Watto's shocked shout sounded in the room.