87_87643 The travelers made their way to the center of the island, rising higher. The dark gray hugs the craggy ridges of the mountains, like the steps of giants, leading to the final throne.

The metal wyvern leaps over hills and pinnacles and soars in the hot winds created by the dragon's wing engines. Looking down from the sky, Morriel still found no trace of the other adventurers, let alone the Guise. People are extinct, birds and beasts are difficult, and it seems that there are only a few of them on the entire vast island.

She looked at the mountain in front of her, the top half of which was still hidden in the silver nothingness of the astral plane, and she didn't know how tall it was. But the mage could see a circular col at the base of the mountain, like a parking lot at the foot of a skyscraper. The jagged pinnacles are connected to each other, and the high walls rise from the ground, enclosing a basin-like depression that covers a considerable area.

The astral plane is the land of the mind...... Stay true to your heart. So the decryptor said to her. Morrill wasn't sure if it was purely perfunctory or meant otherwise, but as a precaution, she cast several defensive spells in quick succession to protect her and Kyro from most of the effects of mind attacks.

They didn't feel much of it when they flew, and it wasn't until the three of them landed in the hollow that they realized its majesty - the Saga-high peaks in front of them pressed against them as if they were about to fall at any moment, the smooth cliffs barely had any protrusions or ledges to climb, and the surrounding basin walls were crowded with rows of strange rocks, and the layers of rock pulled and twisted from each other until they extended up from the ground, as if they had been pinched out by some boundless power.

"Goo......" Cairo's stomach growled in exasperation.

"Didn't you eat?" Forty-Seven touched his stomach, "I didn't either." ”

"You think everyone is like you!" retorted the girl, unconvinced.

Morrill also suddenly felt a sharp pang of hunger. The stomach, which was empty after not eating for a long time, twitched and transmitted nerve signals to the brain, reawakening the physiological response that had been shielded by the astral plane.

“...... The space and time here are similar to those of the material world. In a state of normal flow. Morriel took a deep breath - the air was still fresh, "No wonder the Guise would enlist us outsiders to help. This kind of caution is not wrong, I think many of them are probably used to false immortality. ”

Speaking of this, the female mage couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile on her face.

"Alright, we've found a time-flow area on this island. She looked around at the peaks, and they were watching her in silence. Some rocks and cracks are accidentally combined to form a somewhat human-like form, like spectators sitting in the stands of the Colosseum, waiting for the three people on the field to put on a good show for them with their wisdom, strength and even life.

Unprovoked associations with this. This made Morriel not very happy.

"It should be enough to give the Guise a handover. This place made me depressed, and I always felt like I was in the basin with the mountain peak: "Then we can fly to the top of the mountain and have a look, and then we will go back - I hope we can find something to eat in the floating city." ”

No one answered her, and Forty-Seven and Kailo behind her didn't even say a word. Morriel looked back a little strangely.

They're gone. Behind her was a flat rocky field, with only a gentle breeze blowing a little dust from the weathering and disintegration of the stones over time, but there was not the slightest trace of anyone ever being there. As far as the eye could see, the human figure on the mountain wall became clear, staring coldly and indifferently at the lonely female mage. There was a silent mockery.

Morriel felt a sudden moment of dizziness. There was a panic in her heart, and she almost lost her footing. Trying to compose, she closed her eyes and immediately opened them, trying to re-examine the situation.

Nothing has changed. She's the only one here—as if she's the only one in the entire multiverse. The gods were above, and she was only ten feet away from them at most!

The female mage quickly cast a spell to resolve the current situation, and this time Morriel even used spell materials in a rare way. She applied an ointment made of extremely rare mushroom powder, saffron and special oils to her eyes, and with the stinging effect came a sparkle of her eyes, hoping to break through the fog that blinded her mind. But it's the same as before. The "True Knowledge" still hasn't had any effect, or...... Or maybe the spell simply fulfilled its duty faithfully, revealing things as they really are.

She then uses another spell to try to find out where Forty-Seven and Kyro are. But again, there was no response.

"Forty-seven?" Morrill ended up using the most primitive method. Her fragile cry spread weakly, reflected and muffled by the gray, cold rock, and finally returned only with a barely audible trill.

All roads are impassable, like this damn island basin with no exits. Morriel could feel a cold sweat on his forehead. The palms of the hands were also wet and cold. It's a bit of an anomaly, and it stands to reason that I shouldn't be like this - it's not that I haven't experienced a moment when I'm alone and has no future.

If it was an enemy attack that separated her from the other two...... Never mind. Forty-seven, that guy can handle any bad situation. The female mage calmed the panic in her heart, pulled out a wand from her cloak that could kill people with rainbow-like energy rays, and slowly walked towards the stone wall at the edge of the depression.

Even if you can't climb, you can try it with levitation. There was another empty bitterness in her stomach, and Moriel couldn't help but curse in a low voice. That damn decryptor is just bullshit, it either doesn't know anything or it's lying, it's not only not helpful but it's causing trouble-

"You seem helpless, my dear student. ”

The familiar voice from behind him sent chills through Moriel's body. She spun around sharply, holding her wand nervously, her knuckles turning white from too much force.

The voice was not an illusion.

Isabella was standing not far from her. The noble and dignified face is smiling nonchalantly, and the delicate red robe is embroidered with intricate patterns and symbols. The blood-colored Iostone on his forehead flickered like a third eye.

"Yi ...... Teacher Isabella?" Moriel couldn't help but take a step back, his voice sounding like a wail of loss in surprise.

"Of course it's me, poor Claustina. Did you forget me so quickly?"

Hearing her former name, Morriel immediately straightened up as if she had been conditioned—and even the inexplicable fear that had been hanging over her was much lessened. She would never allow herself to appear weak and incompetent in front of Isabella.

"Why are you here? "What the hell are you doing?" Morriel lowered his wand, but a powerful attack spell was already on his lips, and he didn't need to spend time preparing for it, he only needed to use his thoughts.

Isabella smiled and looked at her former proudest student, "Why can't I be here? You must be naïve enough to think you can run away from me forever?"

"Running away from you?" said Morriel in a mocking tone, "Don't forget, I just returned to Sayre a few days ago! You didn't say anything, Mr. Isabella, where did you get my friend, or rather, where did you get me? It's amazing that you can do it quietly

Remember your forbidden school is also illusion, right?"

"Sharp teeth, see how I teach you in a moment. Isabella retracted her smile and walked slowly towards her: "This is a matter between our two masters and apprentices, what does it have to do with others? Claustina, why don't you let me see all the years that have left me." How much have you grown?"

"Far more than you think. Teacher Isabella!" With a clear shout, Moriel did not hesitate to attack, and in the face of Isabella, she always believed that the first strike was stronger: "Also, my name is Moriel!"

A large cone-shaped blast of breath fanned out towards Isabella, sizzling even the rocks in its path - Isabella would not allow her beauty to be harmed in any way, especially with her least favorite acid attack. Morriel hoped that the acid-based Icepick would allow her to take defensive action before she could buy time to prepare her next move.

A dark green protective aura ignited the moment the acid sprayed onto Isabella's body. Her face was a little eerie. The acid mist energy was canceled out, and the red-robed mentor laughed contemptuously: "It's not surprising to me, you still stubbornly like the Shaping Energy Spell. This kind of warlock's trick!"

Morriel summoned the power of the spell ring in his hand to float like a feather in the wind, and raised his wand to shoot iridescent rays at Isabella. As luck would have it, the random effect was a blue beam of light with the power to turn people into cold stones, forcing Isabella, who was unprepared for it, to retreat and dodge.

The female mage took the opportunity to complete the next spell. A small oval silver mirror appeared in her hand. She usually used it for grooming - the mirror suddenly burst into dazzling light, and after a circle around the mage, her whole body was gilded with a faint silver light, and the small mirror that had fulfilled the mission of the magic medium shattered into ashes. This powerful defensive magic resists and reflects at least one spell attack of any level cast by an enemy against her. Continue to maintain the active advantage against the red-robed mentor.

Isabella's counterattack came much faster than Morriel had expected. She just raised her hand and pressed it, and a translucent ghostly hand detached from her slender palm and flew towards the female mage at great speed.

Morrill only had time to raise his hand to stop the cold ghost's palm from choking her throat and grab her arm instead. The dark energy contained in the ghost's hand rushed all the way down Moriel's arm, and although it didn't hurt much, it was very painful for her, like a thousand needles in her heart, and it was only because of long and hard training that she kept her mind awake and did not disrupt the arcane spell that was brewing.

"Dear Claustina, you've made a lot of progress, but it's not thoughtful...... Isabella commanded the Ghost Hand to rise higher than Moriel, and began to prepare for the next attack.

The inverted shield can't resist contact spells, Morriel thought with hatred.

"And what about this?" she guarded against the ghost hand as she struggled to complete the spell. First, a small ball of fire exploded on the ground beneath her feet, conjuring up a thumb-sized spider with bright orange flames. Immediately afterward, such fireballs exploded one after another, and the flame spiders grew around the female mage in a geometric progression in a very short period of time - and finally the female mage's arm drew a half-arc, pointing at Isabella.

As if as one, hundreds of flame spiders surrounded each other, making a sizzling burning sound and crawling towards Isabella like a carpet on fire.

Isabella was calm in the face of the onrushing spider army.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get serious. She also flew, and the swarm of spiders followed her in vain, striking each other into candle-like sparks, but unable to fly, they could only gather noisily below, and make a mounds of fire.

"You always taught me that the mouth is used to cast spells!"

Morriel had already carved out what seemed to be a mess in the air, and when the spell was completed, the air in front of her swelled and vibrated - the translucent force field palm of her height condensed and formed, and in an instant it dispersed the magical ghost hand that was about to move around her, and then clenched into a fist under the mental manipulation of the female mage, like an angry mammoth, and slammed towards the red-robed mentor.

The Void Giant Fist was blocked by the force field wall that appeared in front of Isabella, and the impact of the collision between the two made their ears ring, and the invisible wall was visibly damaged by the terrifying magic fist, and it looked like the space had cracked.

Morriel seized the moment to use his wand to accurately pass another ray of iridescent energy through the crack in the wall of force and shoot at Isabella. This time her robe flickered before it became ineffective, as the buffering energy it had stored had been depleted by the previous Icepick—a scorching beam of flame that had injured the Mentor of the Red Robe and forced her to terminate a spell against the Magic Fist.

The female mage manipulated her huge power fist to change her position and stand by, adding another layer of strong protection to herself when Isabella began her next move. The magical light flickered for a moment, then swirled around her. Almost instantly, a red orb enveloped her from head to toe, turning yellow and then green after a few seconds of forming. This is the Rainbow Orb, the most powerful protective spell Morriel has ever known. As long as she stays in the ever-changing rainbow-colored glow sphere, there are few ranged weapons or spells that can hurt her, and if an enemy tries to attack or enter the orb, they must endure multiple magical effects, each of which is deadly.

With such reliable protection, Morriel can safely manipulate the magic fist to cause trouble for Isabella. Even if the red-robed mentor was able to remove the effect of the orb, it was unlikely that she would have the time and strength to spare—as long as she was caught or hit by a smashing palm with the slightest negligence, the battle would be over.

Morriel looked at Isabella through the orb, trying to calm himself. Her former teacher was preparing a new spell that she had never heard before. The female mage distracted herself and ordered the magic fist to grab Isabella. Morriel didn't expect to succeed at once, and she deduced that Isabella was also casting some kind of defensive spell, after all, she was facing a combination of shields and spears. If the magic fist can't interrupt the opponent's casting, then she should probably leave the orb for a while and hide behind, otherwise her attack spell won't work......

Isabella appeared in front of her, almost close at hand.

Morrill couldn't believe his eyes. The power of the palm was still in the same position Isabella had previously placed, and had just completed a meaningless grip. The iridescent orb and spell reversal shield that protected her were gone, apparently lifted by Isabella - but when did she do it?

"My stubborn little Claustina......" Isabella was visibly pleased with her horrified look: "Ignorant little Claustina." ”

A cold thing was sitting quietly in Moriel's hands. An electric shock of magic rippled and made her hairs shiver on end. The female mage couldn't help but look away—she saw a glittering, flawless, and priceless multicolored gem in her palm.

That was her last impression. Then there was the darkness that boundless