The unpredictable nature of the oracle not only caused the clown and the other three to suffer an unprecedented loss, but the old god stick used this unpredictable prophetic magic to the fullest in his dealings with them.

Under the powerful power of the oracle, although the three of them had taken a hundred times more caution to face the olive branch that the old god stick took the initiative to hand, they still fell into this deal full of traps.

From the moment they discovered the trap in the transaction, the three of them hated the Holy Cultists, especially the Divine Cultists who were proficient in oracle magic, and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible, and they still firmly believed that if it weren't for the existence of such an anti-heaven magic as oracles, they and their A-word assassination team would not have fallen into such a miserable situation.

And Coughlon's own cleverness not only betrayed him as a Sacred Cultist, but also proved that he was an insider of the events of the time, whether by some word of mouth or by oracle, which made him a target for the trio.

"Could it be that the last target of the three of you assassinated was Bischut, the goddess of magic?" Rebecca couldn't help but ask after listening to Planck's story. When Planck mentioned that point in time, Rebecca had this ominous premonition.

"Of course. You don't know how beautiful the A-word assassination team was at that time, and the many Refined Bronze Sanctuaries could no longer arouse our interest in assassination......" Planck said with great nostalgia, at that time it could be described as the peak period of the A-word assassination group.

"So you're targeting the Mithril Sanctuary?" Rebecca asked in a cold voice.

"Is there any problem? Only by constantly challenging the strong can we break through our own limits. The Joker gave Rebecca a startled look, he didn't understand why Rebecca was so excited.

"Ahem, to introduce you, this Miss Rebecca is a close disciple of the goddess of magic, Lord Bischut. Alfie wasted no time in introducing.

"Oh?" the clown's eyebrows raised, no wonder the chick jumped out at this time, it turned out to be a grievance for her teacher. But...... The clown looked at Rebecca carefully, pouted disdainfully, and quickly classified Rebecca into the ranks of not worth mentioning. Although this chick is good, it is far from being a threat to him.

"I now understand why the teacher took the risk of studying those spatial magics and spent a lot of time moving her magic tower to another dimension. Rebecca glared at the clown for a while, and finally realized that her strength was not enough now, and sighed helplessly.

"Huh, that arrogant witch would move her magic tower to another dimension?" the clown was slightly surprised.

The proud woman made a deep impression on him, and even when she was about to die with the blade she had turned into by his shaping, there was still a disdainful smile on her lips. If it hadn't been for the old god's stick, I'm afraid that proud woman would have died under his blade, right?

The clown never expected that after he was caught by mistake, Bi Xiute would actually move her magic tower to another dimension, which is not like her style at all, it seems that the clown's amazing knife still left a deep shadow in the heart of this proud girl of the sky.

"Boss, with that old god stick by her side, that witch doesn't need to worry at all, why did she move her magic tower to another dimension?" Planck asked quietly in the clown's ear.

"I'm afraid the two of them have to separate for some reason, right?" the clown's oil-painted jaw drew a strange arc. In fact, he was aware of it when he was caught by mistake, although Bi Xiut and the old god stick seemed to cooperate tacitly and closely at that time, but their personalities were too strong to stay together for a long time, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

"So without the help of that old god's oracle, that witch wouldn't have been able to escape in an assassination like yours, right?" Planck complimented quietly, still convinced that they were under the all-knowing oracle.

Without the help of oracles, even if the witch Bi Xiute was already the strongest person in the entire continent at that time, she would definitely not be able to please under the clown's hands under professional restraint and sneak attacks.

"Bi Xiute, this guy doesn't seem to be so strong~ He actually moved the magic tower into another space to completely eliminate the possibility of being assassinated again!" Speaking of this, the clown couldn't help but be secretly complacent. Although his assassination failed, it was enough to make the clown feel proud to make this witch, who can be called the first person in the mainland, bow her head and retreat.

"Why did you target that witch? Aren't there five in the Mithril Sanctuary?" Zambit, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, interjected. As soon as his words fell, a dark cloud floated out of nowhere, appearing above the dungeon that had been blasted down by a pillar of lightning, completely obscuring the light of the red and blue moons.

Seeing this, the great troll warrior finally remembered the cruel punishment he had received for disrespecting the witch in the previous few times, and wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

"Five, isn't it three?" Planck asked, surprised.

"I'm afraid there is a bit of a time misunderstanding here. Coughren couldn't hide anymore, so he had to change his tactics and began to curry favor with the two, "In the era when the A-word assassination group was dominant, there were indeed only three Mithril Sanctuar, the Black Dragon Dearnet, the Blood Count Delaculal, and the Goddess of Magic, Bishut—by the way, the Goddess of Magic at that time had only just advanced to the Mithril Sanctuary— It wasn't until long after the A-word assassination group suddenly disappeared, at the end of the Great War of the Races, that the Lost Sword Saint Ophiras advanced to the Mithril Sanctuary, and as for the Bavarian Grand Duke Augusta, he was even further back, and it was only in the early days of the empire that he rose rapidly in just a few years, and in one fell swoop crossed the two thresholds of the Refined Bronze Sanctuary and the Mithril Sanctuary to become the fifth Mithril Sanctuary on the continent. ”

"Just a few years?" asked the clown, who had been silent since Planck began to tell the story, "how many years?"

"This ...... No more than three years!" Coughren hesitated, but replied truthfully.

"Are you saying that in three years, you have crossed the two thresholds of the Refined Bronze Sanctuary and the Mithril Sanctuary, and advanced from the twelfth level to the Mithril Sanctuary?" Planck shouted in disbelief.

"To be exact, it was from an ordinary person who advanced to the Mithril Sanctuary in three years. Coughren had a constipated expression on his face, he was trying to escape from the Joker's evil star, and he was about to expose the background of a Mithril Sanctuary.

"How can there be such a brilliant character?" the clown's frenzied face vanished, replaced by a look of shock. At the beginning, he had already thought that he was extremely talented when he inexplicably advanced to the Holy Domain, but he didn't expect that even more genius characters would appear later.

In the two thousand years of captivity, how many opportunities have you missed to fight with the strong! The clown glanced at Kaufron angrily, it was all damn oracle magic!