87_87643The battle between the three women in the spacious underground corridor continues.

The main force to resist Aretha is Moriel, partly because her genius prophecy spells can barely cause some restraint on Aretha's endless illusions, and on the other hand, because Dagulas has done a lot to destroy Miè Aretha's simulacrum - as a perfect simulacrum, she also has magic that is not far from Aretha's, otherwise, she may not be able to hide Dagulas, who is her student.

"Haven't you found her true body yet?" Dagulas shouted at Moriel, unleashing a wave of fire that dissolved the ice needles that flew like sharp arrows, unfortunately missing some of them, but luckily not being hit. These ice needles don't just deal cold damage, in fact, Aretha's Winter Storm can tear apart the bodies of its enemies with blade-like snow flakes and ice crystals, churning them into patches of red ice and snow.

"Find me?" The cold wind blowing from the half-collapsed corridor swirled, mixing snowflakes and dust to form Aretha's face, "Maybe it will be possible in another thirty years!"

"Dagulas!" Morriel pointed diagonally upwards, and energy colder than Aretha's snow erupted.

Three white shadows flew out of Morriel's fingertips at a great speed, vaguely recognizable in the shape of skeletons, they overlapped with each other, superimposed, tore and screamed, more terrifying than all the angry ghosts and undead in this world.

Dagulas began to fly backwards as Moriel called out to her, and at the same time unleashed a long whip that looked like a flame condensed around Moriel's waist, pulling her backwards with her.

The skull, which let out a sharp cry, sank into the corner of the wall and the ceiling, and then a circle of fine white mist burst out. Even if he escaped the skull trap in time, a little aftermath caused the ends of Moriel's flying hair to show signs of yellowing.

"Can't you teach me this......" Dagulas said enviously as she looked at the raging storm of death in front of her.

"Seriously, Aretha shouldn't have been fatally injured yet!"

It seems to be a footnote to this sentence. The colorful light jumped out of the dust like the color on the surface of oil, and rushed towards Moriel and Dagulas—Moriel screamed, covered her eyes and fell to the ground, the iridescent flash of Aresa made her eyes hurt so much that she couldn't see anything, and Dagulas was fine because Moriel had already taken on most of the power of the flash: "Moriel, hell!"

"Ahem, ahem...... It's dangerous...... Even Kiscain's spell sequence?" As if hallucinating, a large area of walls and ceilings vanished, and Aresa covered her mouth. Coughing while walking out.

She stared at the two of them coldly: "I didn't expect me to be injured by you two hairy girls...... You've succeeded in me off!"

Aretha lowered her hand, there was still a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, and a series of syllables spat out of her mouth, illusory and blurry, as if as mysterious as her illusion, but with her gesture, large shadows surged from the ground, almost obscuring Aretha's figure, and a vague and strange shadow had taken shape under her control-

Dagulas knew she had to stop Aretha's spell casting. But her gaze involuntarily followed the trajectory of Aretha's arm, unable to concentrate at all, and let her imagination take hold, sketching the most fearful images of her own heart, from her mage stepfather who raped her as a child to the Flame Monarch who gave her unprecedented pain......

She couldn't move.

Morriel fumbled and grabbed Dagulas. Her eyes were still weeping, her vision was still blurry, and even her mind was a little unaware of the wildly changing colors of the iridescent flashes, but Aretha's deadly attack was even more terrifying than these, a phantom drawn from within, and Aretha unearthed the terrifying memories that Morriel thought had been forgotten and buried. It was an instinct that she could never resist, and that she should never be stored in any normal world, and the terrifying shadows became clearer and clearer, and at last they swayed and came to her......

The strange shadow of Aretha is about to be completely born. The old woman was enraged, and she was going to bring utter terror to the two little girls who disrespected the archmage, and she absorbed their subconscious fears. Condense them into hallucinatory beasts that can only be seen in the wildest nightmares, seize them, and drag them into eternal death.

A sharp sting came from the waistcoat, nearly interrupting Aretha's spell and making her fall short.

Aretha could feel the cold blade piercing the heart, allowing each contraction and expansion of the blade to spurt a large amount of blood out of its original tracks, moistening the gaps between the internal organs and bones, and as the force of the blade twitched, Aretha's remaining vitality also left her body from the wound.

Who! can sneak up on me! She mustered up the last of her strength, which had nothing to do with the flesh. It was only a council archmage who managed to condense his dissipating soul into his dead body, supported by a deep magical power—and when he turned to look, a slender white arm was floating in the slightly distorted air with some abruptness, and the hand wearing the precious bracelet and ring clenched the dagger in the shape of a snake letter, and Aretha's blood remained on the sharp edge.

"Isabella—" Aretha fell backwards. But before she could release the Shadow Slayer, the vague silhouette of the shadow paused and swooped down, rushing into the gap in space around the arm. The arm floating in mid-air trembled and quickly retracted. The capital of the Serpent's Letter Dagger has dropped.

Isabella in the private mansion in the mouth area took a sharp step back, and the ornaments on her body shattered at the same time. She closed her eyes. The right hand trembled slightly. When the magic fluctuations in the air finally calmed down, she opened her eyes again, and there was no expression on her dignified and noble face.

Not far from her, the bald man and the boy in the red robe, who had assisted her in casting the spell as an assistant, had collapsed on the same scarlet carpet, their distorted faces showing incredible horror and horror, and the four staring eyes seemed to still have the terrible image they had just seen.

Isabella discarded her broken jewellery like garbage, unconcerned about the magic and value they once had.

"Morriel...... My baby. A cold and sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I found you and cultivated you...... It can only be me who destroys your land!"

Morriel picks up Isabella's fallen Serpent Dagger. The cold blade reflected her still reddened eyes, and there was not a trace of gratitude in them, but all anger, disgust, and hatred.

Have you been stalking and snooping on me in some way...... Moriel's pupils spun like a turbine. Some of the hidden mana in her body that had been hiding in the corner began to disintegrate and collapse under her cold and merciless gaze, but that didn't quench Morrill's anger, for she had spent so long under Isabella's watchful eye in ignorance! When did it start? When did the Council deliver her into Isabella's hands, or when did it snatch her back from Isabella's hands?

But Morriel quickly turned that anger into disdain. Isabella, your madness and paranoia have given me suffering, but they have also given me a chance—and now I am one step closer to you. Next time, I'm bound to find out about your vicious tricks, and your shadow won't cover me for long......

Morriel thought so, only to turn his head to find Dagulas beside him gritting his teeth and slicing the head of the dead Aretha with a dagger with his side.

"What are you doing? You hate her so much?"

Dagulas didn't lift his head. Condensing the only remaining power of the purgatory flame on the dagger, cutting and burning Aretha's body: "What if someone revives her?

"Resurrection?" Morriel reached out to pull Dagulas, for some reason, the unpleasant memories Isabella gave her dissipated a lot after seeing Dagulas, who was also disobedient to the teacher: "I haven't heard of anyone on the continent who would resurrect the dead, a spell that almost overrides the gods!

Suddenly, the hallway they were in shook. Morriel and Dagulas immediately dismissed the plausible but improbable idea. Then, there was a rumbling sound in all directions, and it seemed that countless giant snakes were traveling through the ground and colliding, making them change color in horror.

"Not good!"

Morrill only had time to say a word, and the corridor seemed to break and go up as if it had snapped. Throwing them into the dark cavern that had been exposed by the tremors, behind them were the crumbling rocks that had crushed against each other.

By the time the cataclysm had happened, Tanolanti had already climbed down the massive cylindrical tunnel. Luckily, he didn't encounter any obstacles, not even the real mage, which could have caused more blood on the hands of the Iron Golem that Tanolanti had incarnated.

It's right down there! The powerful magical aura that emanates from the depths of the darkness simply enchants Tanolanti. It was a small piece of magic net that had been carefully cut out! The magic and knowledge that gathered in it made him almost like a fish swimming in the River Tarnori and saw the vast and boundless stormy ocean!

The excitement in Tanolanti's heart is overwhelming.

Even if you can't enter the last room that the old man is tightly guarded by Singh, just by studying this magic shielding position, which should be continuously enriched and perfected by the Archmages of the Council, you can make a qualitative leap in your magic level, so now is the time to disarm the Iron Golem's body......

Tanolanti adjusts her body. Let the golem's massive feet stand on the ladder, ready to regain his body - the sudden jolt broke the fragile footing under his feet, causing Tanolanti's bulky body to fall downward, but thankfully he reacted quickly and inserted a hand into the stone wall in time to avoid the doom of continuing to slide down into the magical protection.

What was going on?Thanolanti was only surprised when he noticed cracks in the vertical air and cylindrical stone walls. Horrified when he found that he was bound by some strange power in this steel shell and could not be transformed, he spun around the cone-shaped iron head indiscriminately, but he couldn't think of any way to deal with it - it stands to reason that he could undo the transformation of the steel golem with just one thought, but now it is invalid, not only that, although the power is formless and formless, but it is huge and gloomy everywhere, pervasive, manipulating all the metal, making Tanolanti seem to sink in water. Fall into the abyss like all normal iron lumps.

The pressure was suffocating Tanolanti. He couldn't even activate the Teleportation Stone right now, because his mind was out of order, and the Iron Golem's body prevented him from casting any spells, not even a single sentence, an action to activate it.

The walls began to collapse one by one, and suddenly there was a thunderous earthquake, and countless steel snakes of different thicknesses broke through the walls and pressed down with a force of annihilation. Tanolanti was helplessly caught up in the metal tide of the event. is squeezed. Teared apart, rushing towards the demon below

of infinite darkness -

Before being completely ruined miè. Tanolanti's mind suddenly became empty.

Tower 8...... Tower Eight. He wanted to laugh, but the Iron Golem wouldn't allow him to do that. He was a little strange at the beginning, why he had such an inexplicable code name, called Tower No. 8, naturally because there were seven more in front. Singh, the old guy, has been carrying out such a huge project...... Suddenly all the pressure was gone, and the boundless darkness engulfed him.

The control chamber was completely unaffected by the changes outside, as if in the calm center of a tornado. Inside the hall. The magic condensed almost as substance, and thousands of magical runes flew along their respective paths, not colliding with each other, forming many bands of light around Singh, Kiscain, and the other old mages. Their faces were solemn, and some of them were already a little tired.

"Judge sir, the first phase of work has been completed and is ready. An old mage took a breath and watched the runes work, reporting to Singh.

"Good. Prepare for the next step. There was a hint of frenzy in Singh's clear eyes.

Kiscain frowned imperceptibly. After a moment's hesitation, he finally spoke.

"I'd better think about it again...... Now stop, the situation can still be controlled by us, and we can continue to explore the Sleeping Forest, looking for another 'Divine Weapon', and study the one we have, which is now complete anyway...... I think that's the safest way to go......"

"Old fool!" Singh turned his head to glare at the old mage who had been with him since his youth, "Safe, safe, we have been safe for hundreds of years! If we could have taken a risk, maybe the 'Divine Armament' buried in the sleeping forest has been pinpointed! But now? After a long period of conflict and war. We can only determine its approximate location! How old are you and me? How long do you think we have to be safe? Do I have to be like the two previous Chairmen of the Council, exhausted by the 'armament of the gods' and ended up with nothing? I will not allow it!"

His tone softened a little, "Didn't we discuss it, you know, the core of the 'God's Armament' extracted by Lum's magic has changed in some way, and we can even doubt it. It has been destroyed...... What's more, the core was later used by Lum on that strange construct, and when I retrieved the core, I accidentally split it into two parts, so there is no point in studying this 'divine weapon' in our hands, so why not refer to Lum's method and extract all its energy and supply it to the Tower of the Seven Sins? The Divine Armament's energy is injected into the steel machinery and activated into a method of constructing weapons. So today, we are going to pour all of its energy into the Tower of Seven Sins and turn them into giant weapons that belong to us completely! I believe that with the wisdom of the two of us, we will be able to succeed! At that time, the Tower of Seven Sins will have a great power that is not inferior to the 'Divine Armament'! Moreover, it can even become a city in the sky that belongs to mages!"

"Then we'll go to the Sleeping Forest. Singh suddenly became excited like a child: "With the activated Tower of the Seven Sins, we don't need to worry about anything anymore! Even if we raze the forest to the ground, we will get another 'divine weapon' that the archmages predicted at the beginning! We really have to study it slowly at that time...... There is no longer a need to hide the secrets of the 'Divine Armament', because no one can hinder and interfere with us!"

Kiscain didn't retort, just sighed and refocused his attention on the control platform and the magic runes. Lum ...... If only you were still around.

When Kant left "among the stars" and walked out of the wide tower gate. Just in time to catch up with O'Sullivan, who had walked up the long staircase with the Minister of War, Darna.

"Yuri, for Ling Zun's misfortune......" Darna was dressed in pale gold armor. He looked majestic, but the expression on his face was a little strange, and it didn't match his current moment of raising his eyebrows.

"For the sake of the Argus royal family, for the sake of the O'Sullivan family, my father has no regrets. O'Sullivan was dressed lightly, striding forward, obviously not caring about how Darna knew, and his light tone seemed to be just talking about an irrelevant creep, which made Darna feel a little chilled for no reason.

Kant stood on the last step and stared at O'Sullivan, not going down to meet them, surrounded by council mages and elite guards loyal to him—a nice feeling of King's Landing.

"Hello, Archmage Kant. O'Sullivan bowed slightly, and asked a series of questions that Darna also wanted to ask: "How is the cleanup of the Tower of Seven Sins going? Have you already sued the Council? Or have you completely eliminated the rebellious mage? What about Singh, the former Speaker of the Council?

Kant stroked his goatee and glanced at O'Sullivan, did not speak immediately, and answered in his place by a confidant mage beside him: "Don't be in a hurry, Count O'Sullivan, don't you know that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it?"

It seems that although Kant has not yet officially taken over the post of chairman of the Supreme Council, it is clear that the style is not small.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fourth chapter of the end of the thirty-first round of the imperial sunset (2) address is.