"Alright, let's hurry up and move on!" Alfie was the first of the three to return to normal. Although the shrill voice only appeared for a short time, it gave them great help, but at the same time, an even greater mystery arose in Alfie's heart.

Even if that shrill voice was indeed the Archduke of Bavaria, one of the five Mithril Sanctuarities, Alfie didn't think that just this memory of him would be able to manipulate the mechanical divine power to defeat the light divine power with almost equal strength, and at the same time completely destroy the artifact of the Icon of Light.

Alfie believed that this could not be done with the core of the Heart of Defense that Barnett had just created, otherwise the old dwarf would have become a veritable artifact caster, and the only thing that could destroy the artifact would be another artifact.

Alfi had a guess in his heart, that is, under the castle, there must be an artifact that is not inferior to the icon of light, if he guessed correctly, it should belong to the god of machines, Hemet, the creation of the twelve movements of the mechanical chapter. Alfie now understood what the point of light in Wickburg represented in the map of the Twelve Movements of Genesis that Bishop Fren showed him at the Battle of Frosacken on the entire continent.

It could never be the Soul Chapter or the Oracle Chapter, these two fragments of the Twelve Movements of Creation, which belonged to the Lord of Light and the God of Souls, respectively, were brought here by accident. The only thing that was already here at the time of the Battle of Florsaken was the Chapter of the Machines.

Alfie didn't forget that Barnett had mentioned that it was the Heart of Defense that restored the entire Wick Castle, and the one in his hand was actually just an imitation of Barnett's drawings left behind by Augusta in the Flame Realm, and the real core must be underneath the castle. Just one imitation is so powerful, so could the real core and a complete defensive heart be a complete mechanical chapter?

Thinking of this, Alfie's heart warmed, he had already seen the power of the Twelve Movements of Genesis, although the Blade of the Soul and the Icon of Light were incomplete, but the power exerted was enough to destroy the entire continent, if it was a complete Twelve Movements of Creation, it really had the power to destroy the world and destroy the world.

Alfie is determined to clear all the levels of the Heart of Defense no matter what, and see this real artifact with his own eyes.

"Hurry up, what are you all doing?" Alfie took two steps forward after greeting everyone, and when he noticed that no one was following him, he looked back in surprise and found that everyone was looking at him with a strange gaze.

"Who are you, and why are you dictating to us?" asked Zambit with a wary expression.

"Who else could I be? I'm Alfie!" Alfie amused at Zambit's reaction, this guy's brain was convulsive, and he couldn't even recognize him.

"Cut~ What proof do you have?Don't think you can impersonate him by wearing a ragged robe like Alfie!" Zambit's mouth almost skimmed to the sky. Before, Alfie had been shrouded in a strong light, making it impossible for everyone to see his true face, but now after the divine power dissipated, the strong light also disappeared, so his true face was presented in front of everyone's eyes, making Zambit and others suspicious.

Zambit shouted like this, and Alfie suddenly realized that in the spirit state, his face was the same as before the time travel, and he was a complete stranger to Rebecca and the others. He had only explained this to Coughren before, and the others didn't know yet.

"But I'm really Alfie!" Alfie shrugged habitually, Coughren was well-informed and could easily understand his current state, but wanted to explain to Zambit, a guy who didn't know anything about magic, that he didn't know how much saliva would have to waste.

"Do you have any proof that the Alfie we know looks very different from you. Zambit looked at Alfie with suspicion.

Alfie set her sights on Coughlen, hoping that the former cardinal would stand up and say something "fair", but unfortunately Coughren was still in a state of distraction due to his unstable mood, and he simply ignored Alfie's plea for help.

It was only then that Alfie noticed a problem, as it seemed that Syrent had never questioned his change in appearance in the spirit state.

'Serent, didn't you ever doubt my identity?' Alfie asked telepathically.

Isn't it the best proof that the telepathy between us is still smooth?' does not matter what we look like? Celent replied as a matter of course.

'Or you think it through, but unfortunately our great troll warriors don't think so. It's a real headache to explain to this guy who often makes mistakes. Alfie complained. He didn't want to waste his saliva explaining to Zambit and the others.

'Let's get your body out first, and when you return to the body, they should understand without having to explain. Sellant is optimistic, believing that facts speak louder than words.

'Oh!Shet!I've forgotten that my body is still under the rubble!' Alfie let out a scream in Serent's heart and ran as fast as he could towards the ruins, having forgotten that he was in a spirit state now.

'Please—don't die!' Alfie prayed as she quickly cut through the rocks that covered his "corpse". If his body is dead, then he will become a true ghost, in fact, the biggest difference between his current spirit state and a ghost is that he still has a "living" body that can be returned at any time.

"Why don't you hurry up and help?" Elfi shouted anxiously, realizing that doing such physical work in the spirit state was almost half the effort.

When Alfie finished urging, he found that only Silent had come up to help, and the others were indifferent, especially Zambit, who was still looking at him with his arms folded around his chest.

"Can I help, I'll explain it to you later!" Alfie had a rare pleading expression, as the so-called concern is chaotic, he was now extremely worried that his body had died.

"Shall we help you for a while?" Zambit asked with a finished laugh, shaking the spear in his hand and plunging it into the rubble where Alfie's body was buried.

"Be careful!" Alfie screamed in horror at Zambit's movements, given the poor relationship between the two, he had every reason to suspect that Zambit was going to take the opportunity to poke a few holes in him. When he saw that Zambit had drawn out a spear that was not stained with blood, he was slightly relieved, and it seemed that his luck was not bad.