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She swept past the rocks.

In the winding canyon formed by denudation, which seemed to crisscross a large net, the swirling and reverberating wind once again accumulated strength and gradually became high-pitched, and began a new round of howling. Only the hard rock survives the endless blowing, but even so, when the whirlwind whips the flying stones against the mountain wall like a whip, it can still leave a few traces on it, rolling up some debris to join the wind-swept ranks.

A crack in the rugged surface suddenly erupted. The rapid air currents tore out countless rock cracks, spraying large amounts of dust and acidic smoke high into the air. Huge walls of smoke twisted and twisted in the wind, and the high-heat gas made a piercing, sharp sound through the guò tunnel, sounding like the canyon itself was wailing.

The traveler ran along the edge of the steep cliff stacked on the slate, straight for the cloud of dust, as fast as an arrow off the string. A fountain of boiling smoke engulfed her graceful form, but a fleeting flash of light flashed in the cloudy air mass, and she had already pierced from the other side, and landed on a naturally formed stone bridge with a long cloud trail, and in an instant she was able to climb to the top of a steep and towering rocky mountain opposite the stone bridge with a few strokes, and then leaped to her feet.

Although this jump was far more than a person, or even any humanoid could possibly do, it was still far worse if her destination was a ledge plateau separated by peaks and valleys in the distance. It looked as if she was destined to fall into the jagged pinnacles until a pair of shining wings stretched out from her back and glided in the wind under the gray sky.

She came to the end of the vein. Gale winds poured out from the rows of openings in the cliffs. Countless large and small whirlpools are formed, adding more harmonies to the noisy chorus that fills the entire world. She folded her wings, her sharp, shiny metal feathers folded and disappeared into the delicate, tight-fitting armor.

There must be some connection to the air elemental plane here. The traveler scanned with starry blue eyes, but in front of her, there was only an endless rocky landscape. Everywhere there was dust and smoke rushing into the sky, like huge tentacles stretching into the sky, and occasionally a rolling thunderous roar came from far and near, indicating that it was somewhere on the slope of the rocks that stretched for miles or even tens of miles. A massive landslide occurred just moments ago.

The mountains on the horizon loomed, as if it were just an undulating dark mist. The whining wind flowed around her, and the chaotic energy tried to roll her up and blow her away, tearing her into pieces of flesh the size of flying sand and rocks—but she wasn't flesh and blood.

Several tornadoes drew closer to each other, forming a great storm scream, sweeping and raging, causing the earth to tremble as if overwhelmed, and cracks appeared one after another. Like crushed glass. She stood on the cliff, waiting with her head held high in the wind, listening to the secrets of the storm.

The plane is moving. And she is also in the midst of some unimaginable power, which can even make the entire multiverse vibrate. She walked on the barren plane of the howling winds like a tributary swimming to the sea. It's something she's familiar with, and it also gives her a vague hint of obscurity.

She didn't have a clear destination. If another companion could be with her, the two of them might be able to get more information—and she knew that he was more powerful than she was. It is more adaptable to the flood of impermanent energy. But he was contaminated for unknown reasons...... She thought he had succumbed to the chaotic nature. This is a very dangerous sign...... He seemed to be gradually transforming from her own kind to something she had been trying to eradicate since the day she was born.

The gas eruption caused by the storm produced a violent earthquake. Large swaths of mountain cliffs collapsed, and she surfed the tumbling waves of rock, making her way to a plane passage that had just emerged. She's going to go to the next world—the same Chaos. The same unknown. She's going to fulfill her mission, and she's meant to be that.

But a question suddenly popped up from her clock-like precision and steady thinking: Who is Kelly?

Mentor Andre, the chief of the Transformation Department of the Red-robed Mage Society, paced around his private library in distraught, unconsciously stroking the two magic rings of extraordinary value on the middle and ring fingers of his right hand. His magic pet, a mercury spider that can kill people with a terrible toxin, also seems to sense the owner's impatience, and silently climbs on a bookshelf near Andre. Transformed into the mentor's family crest - though his family had fallen before his grandfather died.

Andrei paused at the large black walnut desk. The desk was filled with scrolls, notes, and drawings, the brainchild of many days and nights of sleepless work...... But now it's pretty much a pile of waste paper.

The mentor snorted heavily. He looked at the rows of bookshelves in the library, which were filled with spell books that many mages had dreamed of. They are well organized. Huge in number, shimmering with magical brilliance, most of them are mystical knowledge about alchemy, the creation of zào, and how to change the nature of things in their original form.

Nor did they arouse the slightest interest in Andrei at the moment. He has always regarded himself as a master of magic and an artist of excellence, who can change anything at will and shape it the way he wants, especially the transformation of life itself, which has always fascinated him - because that feeling tells him, Andrei, that you are the Creator.

But now, the girl who was at ease in Victor's castle was laughing at him mercilessly. Why is it always so unfair in this world?

After spending his life trying to find the scroll of "Dragon Power", he finally found that he spent a few gold coins in a grocery store to find a magic potion that could make him grow dragon skin!

This really made him angry. If that magical construct belonged to me...... André took a deep breath and reluctantly pulled himself off his throne as King of Cell. It's nothing. Since he is not unique, he believes that his success is only a matter of time.

Jia Li. His leader stood respectfully in the shadows outside the door, avoiding accidentally stepping on the fine woollen carpet inside. Perhaps because of the light, he looked much older than Andrei, and the tattoos on his bald head looked like a bunch of wrinkles: "Teacher, the other instructors have already arrived." ”

André meets Seth in the hallway leading to the meeting room. The handsome master of enchantment had a neatly trimmed mustache and wore quite a few magical trinkets. If you use the detection spell to observe him, it must be colorful, no different from the peacock in the open screen.

"It's not a good habit for the host to be late for a meeting, respected Mentor Andrew. Seth put his hands behind his back. The smile on his face couldn't hide the intrigue in his heart.

Andre held back his unhappiness and nodded to him coldly, which was regarded as a greeting. In his opinion, Seth's taste is no different from that of a circus clown - he still wears a nose stud!

"Why don't you go in, Mentor Seth?" Andre walked briskly past Seth, hoping to smell as little of his perfume as possible. Sensing the approaching man, the dark red carved gate that shone with a hint of blood moved silently to the sides and retracted into the wall—one of André's ingenious creations.

A strong smell of burning tobacco came to my face.

Andre frowned, and with a small gesture activated the usual air freshening spell in the hall.

"Ahem. Ahem, ahem!" Seth coughed exaggeratedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, how did you manage to stay here and put up with Mentor Abdel?"

"Because I'll have to put up with you if they go out!" replied, the red-robed mage sat at the head of the rectangular conference table without humility, twice as wide as a normal person. There would be multiple layers of his chin when he lowered his head, flesh on the back of his neck when he looked up, and a shaved bald head looked like a smaller jar stacked on top of a large jar.

He tilted his head and spat out a long stream of purple-red saliva under the table, peeled off another packet of silver paper with his round fingers, and shoved the smoked chewing tobacco into a square into his mouth.

Andrei shuddered as he watched his movements. It was decided to replace all the furniture and carpets in the living room when Abder left.

"Efficiency, efficiency, is that what this gathering is for? Are you going to sit here and wait for Victor to come to you?" the wizard to the right of the big fat man Abdel had a gloomy face and a tall eagle-hooked nose. It looks a bit like a demon in the abyss. With his movements, the shadows between the folds of his clothes changed and flowed, as if countless ghosts were about to move.

"What else can we do but drink tea and chat?" Abdel said as he chewed tobacco as hot smoke burst out of his mouth and splashed onto the table. The scorched scorch marks made his mouth look like a big smoke: "Victor has rejected our request! He is determined to shelter the little girl, and he intends to use her to cause us trouble!"

Seth touched his chin. Look into the far corner of the living room.

"He won't hand over your defected student to you, there's no precedent!" The Enchantment Chief said in a contrived tone of surprise, "Every Chief of the Red Robe Mage Guild has absolute power to dispose of the personnel of his own faction! Isn't this our law?"

The red-robed lady stood alone in front of the scarlet floor-to-ceiling curtain, as if to merge with it, only the white face suspended in a blood-red patch: "Laws, weren't our laws made by the lich?"

"Isabella Mentor. Andrei took a few steps and stopped, he really didn't want to sit at the same table as Abdel: "Since your former student is now in Victor...... Frankly, I don't want the plan to be delayed any longer, and the sooner we get the Ancient Mystic Construct Machine, the sooner we can gain the upper hand. ”

Isabella turned.

The blood-red Iostone on her forehead flickered faintly, like a third eye: "Claustina will not take refuge in anyone. I don't know what the Lich had in mind or why he was so fond of her...... But you don't have to worry about that, I have my own plans for her. ”

"Don't worry?" Hawk Nose sneered at him, "We never had to worry about the between you and your student. But now she has a complete Ancient Structure, and I still don't understand, why can't she find a way to capture it, why do you have to go so far?"

Isabella replied with a sneer, "Because we can't capture him, just like we can't attack the Lich's fortress directly." Sinness Mentor. Do you have to take matters into your own hands to believe this conclusion?"

Sinnis also responded in a snarky tone: "Then let her not get along with us under the command of Victor? There are so many planes in the outer realm, what year and month will we find it? Don't forget, there are still two chiefs who have not joined us! And Lucia of the protection department has always been your ally!"

"Lucia and Virgil have been with Victor all along.

It's not easy. And shouldn't the fierce quarrel between Virgil and Victor that broke out a few days ago also be attributed to Mentor Isabella?"

"Anyway, our plans have gone well so far. Isabella looked around at the other four chiefs with different expressions: "Rest assured, the lich will not allow the conflict to become public. We can take advantage of that. No matter how powerful the Lich is...... After all, we have mastered five of the eight major factions of the Red Robe Mage Society. As long as the conflict in private does not turn into war, he will not be able to shake our roots, time is his advantage, but we have more room for maneuver. Wait until you get to obey me...... After our ancient constructions. The initiative is in our hands. As for my disobedient student, Claustina—"

She turned her head to look at the crimson curtain, her lips moving slightly, as if sending a message.

Abdel, who had been chewing non-stop, saw a man and a woman coming out of the curtain, mainly the man in front of him, with his cheeks drooping down and spitting out cigarette residue with disdain.

"Abdel, teacher. The man took a few steps and bowed to him first. There's a weird dullness in the voice.

A large cloud of smoke spewed onto the man's lowered head, and the heat made the muscles on his face twitch a little, but he held back.

"Looks like you've learned a lot smarter—" Abdel said in a long voice, "It doesn't seem to be as eyeless as it used to be." Alright, get up, you're out of my hands. ”

"I will always be your student. The man straightened up, a pair of intricately constructed eyepieces embedded in the place where his eyes had been, protruding incongruously. Several lines of adamantite gold ran from behind his ears into the red robes, and the opening of the collar revealed an unidentified device attached to the Adam's apple.

"Isabella Mentor. You're going to use these two of your student's men against her?" Sinnis leaned back in his chair, "It's not a big deal, is it?"

The woman standing next to Isabella lifted her gold-rimmed glasses and smiled sweetly.

"Oops...... It's because she was a former subordinate that we know her. She smiled as if to everyone in the hall: "If you talk about brute force." No one can compare to the construct beside her, but if brute can handle anything, wouldn't the noblest profession in the world be a barbarian? We're going to bite her like a bulldog, right, Alay?"

The man with the strange goggles looked back. The polygonal gems on the front of the eyepiece shimmer like a charcoal fire in the furnace.

"Of course. ”

Morrill is packing up.

Victor the Lich really gave her a lot of good things. Except for dimensional pockets and plane maps. There's also a Harmony Form ring that protects her from being negatively affected by the plane's own properties as she travels through different planes, an enchanted hand crossbow that can be used by Kyro, and a variety of other useful magic items and scrolls—all of which she keeps in her dimensional pocket. When you're ready to hit the road, double-check that these things have not been tampered with.

She reached into her waist pocket, her fingertips touching a small, cold object. An electrocution-like paralyzing sensation rushed up her fingers, leaving the female mage's heart fluttering. Lady Mist's neck.

What should she do with her?

This neck pendant contains the divine domain of the misty lady - an out-and-out hot potato.

Morrill thought for a moment, and saw that Cairo was lying on the terrace a little farther away looking at the view, so he quietly stood up and walked over to Forty-Seven.

Although he looked as if he was lying there with his eyes closed, the fire in his eyes lit up when the female mage approached.

Seeing Moriel's demeanor, Forty-Seven did not speak, and expressed his inquiry with his gaze.

Morrill turned his back to Kyro and pulled out the pendant. The sky-blue gem swirled back and forth, and a faint mist slowly flowed through the gem like starlight, making it impossible to take your eyes off it when you saw it.

"Keep it for me. Morrill whispered.

Forty-Seven stared at the star-shaped sapphire on the neckfall for a moment, then opened its mouth.

The female mage was stunned for a moment, and then gestured with an annoyed look: Can this work?

Forty-seven nodded slightly, still keeping his feet on the table, and opened his mouth a little wider. The top and bottom are almost at a flat angle of one hundred and eighty degrees, and the cold light of the knife-like fangs in the mouth flickers, and there are three rows inside and outside.

Morrill reluctantly let go. The gem neck fell on Forty-Seven's metal tongue, paused for a moment, and then slipped into the abyss of his throat. A mist swirled in his mouth, as if trying to escape from the metal prison - Forty-Seven's fangs stretched out and staggered together, sealing the way out of the room, and then slowly closed his mouth.

The female mage glared at Forty-Seven. She bent down suddenly, leaning closer to the iron face, and studied carefully how he could make such a strange facial movement.

Kyro seemed to sense something, and turned around in confusion—but she only saw Moriel and Forty-Seven's ambiguous postures. The girl stuck out her tongue, then turned back with a knowing expression