Hearing Bandle mention the witch charm, Hathaway's face, which was already a little impatient, suddenly became even more ugly.

Her voice instantly became extremely cold:

"Where do you think the power of the witchcraft in you comes from?"

"She borrowed this power from us peacefully, and the deadline for its return is today."

"I'll give you one last chance!"

"Hand over the Flower of the Night!"

In that moment, Hathaway's girlish image completely faded.

Instead, it is a kind of domineering that reigns over the world.

There is only indifference and domineering in her eyes, and this kind of temperament is really rare for a girl to appear.

Marven's heart became more and more complicated.

According to the Winter Assassins, it was Hathaway himself who turned him into a whispering worm in the first place.

But that was many years ago.

Is it just that the two people look alike? Or is it that the appearance and name of the witch king have been passed down in a way that is not well known?

Marven didn't know the answer.

Right now, he was more concerned about Hathaway's safety.

However, judging from her tone, she should not be afraid of lichs as she gradually regains her strength.

"It should be hard for Bandel to hurt her...... But that thing in the coffin ......"

Marven's gaze involuntarily looked at the tip of the six-pointed star.

The flames were still jumping, and strong life fluctuations emanated from the coffin, a palpitating aura.

And the grip of the cold light was inserted on both sides of the coffin.

Marven frowned.

"No...... right"

Minsk appeared beside him like a ghost, and whispered, "She can't pull out the grip of the cold light." ”

"There's a strange sealing power up there. It was this grip of cold light that suppressed the deity of the god of the wilderness! ”

Marven was a little surprised.

The grip of cold light is very powerful. But in his cognition, it was just an artifact at most.

The power of the artifact. It is often linked to his master. As a descendant of the ancient gods, although Miss Silvermoon has the unique grace of Fanya, and with the help of the god Lance, she has become an additional god and belongs to the ancient god system, but her power is not particularly strong.

The grip of cold light is also an assassin-like artifact, and it may be powerful to kill, but in other aspects, it should be lackluster.

But Minsk says that the grip of cold light is the key to sealing the god of the wilderness?

Marven's perception was close to the circle. However, it is not possible to perceive this part of the Cold Light Grip concretely.

With the help of [Sensing the Earth], he could only get a lot of confusing information.

The formation of the ritual of "Life and Death" has already caused the nearby space to form a slight distortion, making it elusive.

However, Minsk, as the son of the ancient gods of nature, certainly has something unique.

He shouldn't be talking nonsense.

At the same time, the Winter Assassin, who had been with the Frosty Grip for a long time, also said that the pair of daggers was now a little different.

At least compared to when he was in his hands, there were many more complex and obscure powers on it.

And from another angle, Marven can also see it clearly. The coffin was actually shaking all the time.

If it weren't for the two cold light grips that happened to be stuck in place, the coffin board seemed to be ready to be lifted at any time!

"This lich is strange...... If he is going to resurrect the god of the wilderness, why not release him from the coffin? ”

The situation is becoming more and more confusing. Marvin decides to hide Isabel first, and neither he nor Minsk can solve the lich's immobilization. This immobilization technique seems to involve a system of witchcraft spells, which is difficult to solve with the existing means.

This decision was immediately protested by the Assassins of Winter.

Isabel herself apparently didn't want to be stuffed into a pile of blank paper.

However, their opinions were directly ignored by Marven.

At such a critical moment, he did not dare to take risks.

After such a long workout. His origami skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Previously, he was able to fold some stand-in paper figures, but he could control up to three at the same time. After gaining a lot of experience points. Marven directly converted the killing experience into skill points through the element extraction system - although the conversion efficiency is very low, there are too many experience points on hand to support Marven. Now his origami skills have reached the master level!

Master-level origami can use white paper to fold out a special space to carry people.

Before, he could only hide dead things, but now he can carry living people, and I have to say that the origami technique taught to him by Xiao is a thaumaturgy.

Of course, in addition to origami, Marven also has a big move like [Eternal Night Ban] that can carry living people. But compared to the white white paper space, the pitch-black and boundless eternal night space is certainly not what Isabel and the Winter Assassin are more willing to go to. And compared to the former, the latter is somewhat wasteful.

Marven's movements were fast, and after Isabelle's glaring was fruitless, he instantly hid her in his white paper space.

This hand suddenly impressed Minsk a little.

"What kind of thaumaturgy is this? Can you hide a living person? ”

Minsk was somewhat surprised. As a descendant of the ancient gods, he is naturally well-informed, and in his impression, most of the spells that can hide living people are divine arts, or they simply hide people in their own heavenly kingdom.

It's incredible that a mortal can have such thaumaturgy.

Marven just smiled and didn't say anything more.

Minsk understands that everyone has their own secrets, and the two have not known each other for a long time, and Marven does not need to answer his questions.

……

Both sides set their eyes on the center of the circle.

At this moment, there is already a battle in the sky!

Hathaway and the Lich Bander really didn't negotiate, and for some reason, Bander just refused to return the Cold Light Grip to Hathaway.

The Queen of Ashes is not a good-natured character, and it is normal to do something if she doesn't agree with her.

The two-headed dragon constantly spewed out a thick gray mist, which, with the assistance of the Emerald Banshee, protected the entire circle of life and death. Preventing the battle between the two heavenly ones ruined the ritual.

Marven looked at it, and the battle patterns of both sides were very strange.

The Lich itself is one of the more extreme of spellcasters. They are good at using negative energy spells. Most have extremely high casting talents.

According to Marven's memory, a template for ordinary lichs. They all possess a lot of spell specializations, especially combat-type spells, and they are very proficient.

However, in this battle, Bandel did not use any spells.

Both sides are actually fighting with witchcraft.

The low Anzedi language echoed through the mysterious silence of the dungeon, and Hathaway attacked first.

【Witch Spell - Locusts】!

In an instant, thousands of Ethereal Spirit Locusts poured out of the astral boundary and pounced on Bandel, who had melted into black mist!

In the black mist, two green sparks flashed, it was Bandel's soul fire!

The Ethereal Locust is one of the first creatures discovered by humans in the astral plane. It is said that he made some kind of pact with the Anzedi Witch.

This spell is almost the equivalent of a summoning spell.

However, there is a limit to the number of summoning spells - witch spells, there is no corresponding dimensional law limit!

From this point of view, the witchcraft seems to be a force that is more transcendent than the laws of the plane!

The Lich in the form of the Black Mist has no flesh, only pure and extremely evil power. Ordinary spells, it's really hard to hurt him.

But these ethereal locusts can.

They began to frantically devour the Black Mist itself.

Despite the evil power contained in the black mist, creatures like Ethereal Locusts would die immediately after being devoured, there were still endless Ethereal Locusts flying out from Hathaway's body.

In almost a few blinks of an eye, a third of the black fog on Bandel's side had disappeared!

The Lich certainly won't sit idly by.

He immediately resisted.

His mouth also burst out of a very standard Anzedi!

In the next second, a strange energy fluctuation was transmitted from the black mist.

[Witch Spell - Abort]!

All the Ethereal Locusts came to a standstill.

They seem to be getting very lost. As if I didn't know who to listen to.

Both sides have the power of a contract!

Hathaway's face became even more ugly.

"She even gave you this!"

Her tone became more and more angry!

"I knew that in the first place, we should not have lent the Night Flower to Anzedi!"

The lich said coldly, "Witch, since you have seen my witch charm, you should understand. You can't win me. ”

With a wave of Hathaway's hand, all the Ethereal Locusts disappeared into thin air.

"The Iron Law of Anzedi, the holder of the supreme witchcraft authority. Can't hurt each other. I don't know if I'm wrong. ”

Bandel smiled proudly, "You can't hurt me." ”

"So...... If you're interested, get out of here. Wait until my mentor recovers. He's not as talkative as I am. ”

Hathaway's face turned pale, as if she wanted to say something. and there was no opening.

And Marvin and Minsk below are solemn.

"The wielders of the supreme spell can't hurt each other?"

Marven took this sentence to heart.

What is the maximum Witchcraft Authority? Your own witchcraft authority should only be a relatively low-level, right? I don't know if I can hurt Bandel.

Either way, the situation looks dire.

If the god of the wilderness were to be resurrected, the world would be in even greater turmoil - or at least the bloody wasteland would collapse completely.

God knows if those people in the heavenly realm will take care of it.

If the three main gods join forces, it is estimated that it will not be a big problem to suppress the gods of the wilderness, but they are now attacking the joint of the cosmic demon pool, and it is a very difficult choice to change who they are.

Hope cannot be pinned on them.

Marven took a deep breath.

Since you can't kill Bandel, let's destroy his magic circle!

The rites of life and death are surrounded by barriers. Marven is hard to shuttle in! He had tried the Shadow Plane, but the space here was so limited that he couldn't even find the entrance to the Shadow Plane!

"Damn! If this continues, the circle is really going to be activated. ”

Marven sneaked around the circle, constantly looking for a breakthrough.

And at this time, Jasmine, who had been plagued by the curse, suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked in the direction where Marven was.

"This brother, did Uncle Griffin ask you to save me?"

Her voice was clear and ethereal, as if it pierced everything.

Marven was slightly startled.

How could she actually see herself?

…… (To be continued.) )

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