87_87643 A mage who is properly and well prepared is invincible—and Tanoranti is convinced.

His body shimmered with different colors and types of magical protection, from the lowest shield skills to the super golden bell jar that could withstand almost all weapons, Tanolanti could be said to have protected himself to near perfection.

Old Kiscain on the other side was still chanting incantations unhurriedly, occasionally pausing halfway through, scratching his head, as if trying to figure out how to pronounce the next sentence.

Tanolanti couldn't tell the spells Kiscain had prepared, the complicated spells and words partly because Kiscain seemed to read them in a confused and even inconsistent way - Tanolanti couldn't understand how the old fool could avoid the magic disorder.

Maybe it's the right thing to do first. Tanolanti thought so, but the planned movements and words did not stop at all, every posture was perfect, every word was clear and accurate, and if it weren't for his ridiculous head and hairstyle, he could have stood in the textbook as a model for how to use spells - the shield against energy damage had been formed. This is his style, and it is also his pride: first invincible, then let you change a thousand things, I will stand still, and then destroy the opponent, of course, you can slowly concoct it.

Kiscain didn't interrupt Tanolanti's weaving of the net. He pulled out a small paper bag from his robe, took out the casting materials, and looked at it, and saw that it didn't seem to be what he needed, so he shoved it into his sleeve, but halfway through Kiscain changed his mind and put it in his mouth instead, because halva would stick to the clothes.

Kiscain's swallowing and Tanolanti's preparation were done at the same time.

You look down on me so much! Thanolanti was already angry. But he didn't take it lightly and still adopted one of the most common battle modes between mages, finding his way with magic missiles. He couldn't tell Kiscain to be using a shield. Even if there is, he has a series of tricks to break the magic defense on his body, and Tanolanti has even figured out how to end the life of this old fool who has been riding on his head: the law is dead, and Kiscain's old bone will never withstand the attack of this spell, of course, this must first remove the anti-death barrier that may exist in his body-

Along with the Tanorante Magic Missile, there was a red beam of magical energy and a mana blast like a raging wave.

The terrible blow came suddenly, leaving Tanolanti dizzy. Kiscain's magic did no direct damage to him, but the magical defenses he had built up quickly crumbled and disintegrated under the invisible waves, like a flood sweeping away the hut. Completely powerless to resist.

By the time Kiscain was wiping the halva dregs off his beard, Tanoranti was as defenseless as a naked girl.

"You can release the spells stored in the Chain Accident Technique on someone else?, you-" Tanolanti's eyes widened, unable to hide the horror in his heart.

"Hmm...... Hmm, poor little Tanolanti. Kiscain wiped his hands, and his handfuls of beard were ridiculously glued together: "It's easiest to deal with a fool like you......"

He stared at Tanolanti with blazing eyes: "Oh...... A dumb-headed guy like you, who doesn't change which foot you put on first every morning, what status do you want to talk to me about, research?"

"Shut up, you old fool!" said Tanolanti, a scorching light between his hands, "I've always been the best of the Argus mages! I can't go any further, I can't touch deeper mysteries, and if I can truly grasp the magical knowledge and resources stored by the Council, then with my intelligence, it will be a matter of just a small gesture to surpass you!"

Deadly magical energy erupted from Tanolanti's hands like a scorching river of lava rushing towards Kiscain, but was blocked by the old mage's burst of magic shield - another chain of accidents was activated, and in the event of Kiscain's attack, the pre-stored magical energy was instantly activated, establishing an impregnable defense.

Now it was Kiscain's turn to hide in the shield and raise his hands in aplomb. Without waiting for Tanolanti to identify the type of protection on his body and find the corresponding disarming spell in his memory to crack it. Kiscain has already used the "Spell Sequence" to unleash three huge fireballs at the same time.

The hall was immediately filled with an explosion of flames.

The fire elemental that burst from Kiscain's hands lit up the floor, the tapestry, the ceiling...... Although the fireball spell can be said to be the most commonly used earth shaping spell in addition to magic missiles, and may even be one of the most commonly used spells, under the control of the old mage, the three fireballs that exploded in a triangle accurately covered most of the area of the hall, touching every combustible, and enveloping the panicked Tanolanti in a sea of fire.

Tanolanti was not hurt by the force of the fireball explosion. As one of the seven Supreme Judges, he still has the ability to adapt. Before the raging flames licked Tanorante's body, the dual protection of fire damage and flame shield had been applied to him, Tanolanti didn't have time to think about it more, the smoke and flames had already affected his sight and concentration, in this case, he had to choose between fighting and retreating, Tanolanti already understood that there was still a considerable gap between him and this old guy in terms of control and use of spells, in this case, maybe he should leave here first。 Temporarily cooperate with Kant, and make a comeback with the help of him and the imperial ** team loyal to the royal family......

But then I will be missing out on this great opportunity. Tanolanti's pointed skull isn't just for giving people a voice, it's been up and down the council for decades, especially

After Henzingh grabbed the strange construct in one fell swoop, he realized that the best and last chance for G and Kiscain to keep the secret of the construct for nearly a hundred years - as long as he got this, why would he hide in a corner of the continent and get entangled with the so-called Council and the Argus Empire?

The light of magic lit up in flames and smoke, but not the light of teleportation.

The small pendant on Tanoranti's chest was full of gray-black streamers, wrapping around him. Jean Tanorante's robe. Skin. Even his lips and pupils were stained with a heavy metallic rust - and then, his body swelled rapidly, reaching the ceiling in an instant, and the scorched floor under his feet made a cracking sound under his giant feet, and now the only trace of Tanolanti could be recognized on the massive steel golem, the still-pointed head.

The golem swung its barbed iron fist, shattering the ground and falling.

The golem's head slammed through the walls without looking back, causing a rumbling echo in the hallway. Tanolanti decided to give it a go, even if he happened to encounter Singh, and then it would not be too late to escape with the instant teleportation stone that he had always carried with him—with a golem body that was immune to most magic. He was confident that he would be able to find the central chamber of the construction technology before his modified version of the "Transformation Alien" magic failed, and he was convinced that with his years of research and preparation, he would be able to collect the core construction secrets he wanted, and when the time came, he would be able to independently build a construction mage tower like the "Eighth Tower", no, it was even more perfect than that, with this, not only the entire continent could travel unimpeded. Maybe you can build a city or even a country of your own......

Kiscain didn't catch up. He just stood in the burning hall for a moment, then turned and walked away from the hall—walking steadily under the protection of the shield, as if the flames were completely devoid.

"Are you sure Forty-Seven is now under the Tower of the Seven Sins and not above, and make sure the entrance is in front? You won't go the wrong way, after all, you haven't been here for long!" Dagulas grumbled, trotting after Moriel in front.

Morriel didn't answer, her eyes seemed to lose focus, staring blankly ahead like a blind man, but without the slightest pause in her feet, she walked faster and faster.

"Alright, alright, wait for someone—" Dagulas carried the mage's robe. Stepping on almost two inches of heels, trying to catch up with Moriel.

Suddenly, Morriel stopped, and Dagulas almost hit her. Luckily, Dagulas didn't deliberately make trouble at this point, otherwise Morriel would probably not have had time to hide in the shadows of the wall pillars.

Dagulas didn't have the same sharp and precise intuition as Moriel, but she didn't hesitate to cooperate with Morriel's movements—in just a few short steps from trot to trot. The hasty appearance of Yiqiē has disappeared, as if some magic has suddenly been cast, making her radiant, more graceful than the celebrities who participated in the party.

A door in the hallway was opened, and an old woman with gold-rimmed glasses stepped out.

"Dagulas, my student...... Didn't I tell you to stay at home and not run around?"

"Aretha-sensei, I'm so glad to meet you here!" Dagulas rushed up to the old woman, unusually without a coquettish or flattering smile, which surprised Aretha a little: "What's wrong?"

"I found out that all the Night Watchmen outside the Tower of Seven Sins had been killed! High Mage Morriel has rebelled again, could it be that she and the elves have infiltrated Vatan to rescue the construct?" Dagulas's expression was vivid, and his analysis was presentable.

"Oh?" Aretha was taken aback, she pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, "The research on the constructs is being carried out by Speaker Singh himself, and it is likely that he will make a breakthrough like the last time he brought back the core, and he can't be disturbed by the flies at this time!"

"I'm going to inform the other archmages now that Gen Kant should still be representing the council at the nobles' feast...... Mobilize your fighting forces at once, and declare martial law on Watan if necessary......" Aretha instructed as she turned to leave, but Dagoras suddenly reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

"Wait. There's one more thing, Mr. Aresha-"

Dagulas didn't say what it was. Needless to say. The black-red flames engulfed the kind Aretha in an instant, and Dagulas grabbed the old woman's wrists with both hands, pouring the power borrowed from the Flame Monarch into her teacher's body, and she even felt that the raging flames were an extended part of her body, breaking through the hastily organized magical defenses of Aretha's rage, burning her skin, burrowing into her bones, and boiling her blood. Let all the internal organs of her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and so on explode every inch - Dagulas's delicate face was eeriely illuminated by the black flames, and even the smile with a shallow wine vortex had a hideous taste.

Aretha glared at her student in the flames, and opened her mouth as if to cast a counterspell, but the fire that came from her face into her mouth and the fire that poured out of her throat scorched her tongue, and by the time the fire faded away, Aretha's gold-rimmed glasses had melted into her face, sticking to the hollow eye sockets. It's almost impossible to tell each other apart.

The hallway was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

There was a crunch, and Aretha's arm broke. The charred wreckage fell to the ground, reduced to small splashes of debris, and the only thing left intact was the severed arm that remained in Dagulas's hand, though it was no longer there after Dagulas threw it away.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Dagulas's smooth forehead, and he looked tired. This is for you

People who just burned their teachers are normal.

"It's rare for Aretha to be so defenseless...... I'm doing a good job, am I?" she said to Moriel, who had come out of the shadows, only to find that he hadn't looked at her at all. The magic in his eyes was like two tiny stars.

"Aretha is rarely defenseless...... Then it's likely that you're not killing Aretha. Morriel said faintly, "Forget about others, but in the face of the Archmage of the Council, can't you think about it before you do it?"

The side door of the hallway was pushed open again.

Still the old woman with the gold-rimmed glasses, still the Archmage of the Sanhedrin, Aretha - only now her expression was as cold as the indissolent glacier on the northern slope of the World's Ridge Mountains.

"Girl in the red robe, I've always disliked you. Bright hexagonal ice crystals floated around Aretha, causing the temperature in the corridor to drop sharply: "Dagulas, do you think I don't notice anything about your pathetic mind and tricks?"

Aretha stood still in front of the two of them and pushed her glasses, "My student, I wanted to give you a chance. But you choose to hide your secret...... This really disappoints me. Fortunately, I've never been much interested in aesthetically pleasing constructs...... Considering that it is better not to get too close to Speaker Singh's big plans. Your secret about purgatory, then, may be a good pastime for me in the rest of my seclusion. ”

Dagulas's smile was a little stiff. She reached out and looked at Aretha with a pleading look, as if to get her teacher's forgiveness, but at the same time, a few cold stars flew out of Dagulas's palm. In a changing arc, he drilled through the gap between the ice crystals and nailed it to Aretha's chest.

"Run, that's not true!"

Morriel finally saw through the illusion, and twenty missiles formed a geostorm to bypass Dagulas and Aretha and rush through the side door.

Under the dual effect of the energy of the rain of missiles and the emergence of spiral icicles that crushed the walls, this corridor collapsed along with Aretha's projection double.

"Hmm...... How's it going?" Kiscain almost reverted to the same sleepy old foolish figure as he walked into the underground control room.

Surrounded by a circle of old mages, Singh stared at Forty-Seven—only a projection of him in the hall where the Colossus was buried, of course.

"Oh, it doesn't look good......" Kiscain narrowed his eyes, just in time to see the head of a construct-shaped insect burst open like a ripe watermelon by Forty-Seven—the steel head would be blown open with a single punch. It's pretty amazing.

"All he did was help us mix the fuel faster. Singh said coldly, "Judging by the remnants of your magic, you went through a battle - how is it above?"

"Nothing new. Kiscain pulled out another piece of halva: "Little Tanolanti brought someone in, wanted to fish in troubled waters, and I ran away." ”

"Ran away?" Singh was a little surprised: "You didn't kill him?"

Singh pointed to the projection, "He must have gone to find here! I've been salivating over the secrets of the build from the first day I joined the Council - not even involving him in the development of Tower Eight has been able to quench his ambitions - I want you to find him, end him, and not let him cause any trouble to my plans!"

"There's no need for that. Kiscain chewed halva and muttered, "He turned himself into an Iron Golem...... Maybe somewhere else, it's a good way to adapt. ”

Singh moved his eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that he had stopped paying attention to Tanolanti.

He waved his hand. The huge projection screen turns into the Tower of the Seven Sins. Teams of Argus silver-armored soldiers were marching into the square at the foot of the seven towers in the darkness of the night, climbing the steps of white marble. The solemn majesty and murderous aura can be felt even in the images formed by magic.

"Oh? I can't believe that hairy boy from Stanley has such guts. Kiscain's throat moved, and he swallowed the halva with a little effort, and he was not afraid that eating such a thing would get worm teeth—yes, his teeth were fake.

Singh snorted disdainfully: "I really didn't expect it." I can't imagine that Kant really colluded with the royal family of Argus, released the dogs in captivity, and barked at people with them - there is nothing to worry about, after tonight, he and Argus will be nothing. ”

The screen cuts back to forty-seven. The constructs swarmed up, and he was invincible.

"Aretha knows how to rudder the wind...... She's not going to risk it for the sake of the secret of the build. In front of Singh, a square pillar-shaped platform similar to that in the "Tower No. 8" was raised, but the patterns and symbols engraved on it were much more complicated, and the one in the "Tower No. 8" was like a child's stick figure on a brick, and at the same time, Kiscain and the old mages around him also raised the platform: "As for the red-robed female tutor named Isabella...... Her stay in Watan after the Council had already torn her face and assassinated her was something to keep an eye on, but now that the construct I had missed was back in my hands and everything was ready, she had nothing to worry about. ”

Kiscain was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Singh and asked in a very stern and clear voice, "Maybe we were too hasty." Singh, have you really decided to extract all the cores, activate the Tower of Seven Sins, and recreate the 'Divine Armament'?"

Singh didn't speak, he didn't even turn his head, and the hands attached to the square column-shaped platform gradually emitted a pale blue light, and the characters on the platform gradually received some kind of inspiration, and began to writhe and swim