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The long, long, red-robed tower of undead creatures filled with skeletons, ghosts, vampires, and other undead creatures has long been a forbidden place for outsiders to set foot in, and even the mentors of other factions of the Red-robed Mage Guild have rarely been lucky enough to meet Victor here in person - in fact, she had only seen one or two magical simulacrums of the lich in her years in Searle.

Only forty-seven loud footsteps echoed around them, dispelling the mist of the mausoleum-like tower.

Forty-Seven followed Victor, separating the lich from Morriel and Kairo. He examined with interest the strangely shaped walls around him, the metal cast in the masonry still maintained the flowing state when it was first poured, condensing into uneven, twisted shapes of different thicknesses, and thick stone pillars with obvious arthropod-like structures were half-exposed to the outside of the walls, providing an impregnable support for the curved walls...... Coupled with the black-gray paint that fills in the gaps and makes it impossible to distinguish the ingredients, the style of the whole building becomes more and more familiar the more you look at it.

It's like magnifying man's ribs many times.

The staircase spirals downward, as if all the way to the lowest level of hell. The icy, damp air that blew from the gloom with the smell of a tomb that was open in the early winter mornings made Kylo sneeze.

This place is like the esophagus of some kind of giant beast. Forty-seven stared at Victor's back, he had looked at him with all his visual patterns, but all he saw was an old wizard who looked like a scholar - obviously in front of him. It seems to be just an illusion of nothingness. Hell, he's never been good at magic.

They finally ended their journey down the stairs in circles that almost dizzy, passing through tall arches that were also adorned with molten metal. This is the road that leads to Victor's private alchemy room.

On an Io stone that surrounded the lich's head, tiny rays of light began to flicker regularly. The magical enchantments that filled the hallway were canceled, and the misshapen claws that were scurrying around the walls, floors, and ceilings as they felt an intrusion were felt to be intruded, and they disappeared into relief. The two skeleton golems guarding the Adamantite Gate recognized their supreme master and did not react.

The chemical scent of a hundred different drugs irritated Moriel's nasal passages, reminiscing her days spent in beakers and test tubes. She has always been uninterested in it, and her grades have not been very good. Therefore, in addition to some spells that must be cast with specific materials, Morriel would rather spend more mental energy to communicate with the magic web, and directly extract the magic energy from the void for shaping and use.

Victor stepped through the half-open door, and Forty-Seven pushed it open completely, forcing the relief on the door frame to conjure up more translucent magical arms to close the door.

The secret room is full of dazzling colors, and the furnishings are like a bazaar. Large and small transparent containers are soaked in a variety of unknown species of organisms and organs, each unique and unique. Morrill took a cursory glance and could only make out that most of them were supposed to be monstrities from the outer realms. But there is nothing that can be done to subdivide it.

"Huh?" Forty-Seven's gaze shifted over the many raw materials and tools to a remote corner.

A glint flashed in Victor's dark eyes.

"You are very sharp, Iron Samurai. He raised his finger slightly, and two granite workbenches with silver edges silently slid from side to side, making way for them to lead to the depths of the real room.

Morriel had to admire Victor's skills. In the sorcery enchanted by the Lich, powerful detection, protection, countermeasures, and killing magic are entangled, like a spider web stained with deadly venom, waiting for unauthorized intruders. Maybe that's not a big deal. Because with enough strength and patience, no matter how complicated the barrier is, it will eventually be broken—but she was truly surprised when Victor did not shy away from suspending another secret protective barrier in front of her. Because she didn't even find its existence zài.

The magic utensils and furnishings in the real yàn room are delicately arranged. A large number of seemingly unrelated small spells form this barrier. Powered by their own magic, they hide in the gaps of those spells on the surface, using them to enhance themselves, but even if the rest of the spells are disarmed, they will not be affected, and if they are detected. You will only find the chaotic magical glow emitted by this real yàn room itself.

Victor wasn't going to show us his life box, was he? It's no fun to joke about the Lich's lifebox...... Even just thinking about it is dangerous.

Forty-seven did not care about this kind of handiwork. He strode into the center of the enchantment, staring intently at the force field energy. Something half a foot high from the workbench, floating quietly. It was an irregular metal object the size of a breastplate, which had lost its luster due to the erosion of time, but it had not been able to completely erase some mysterious primordial energy that remained on it. And as you can see from its cross-section, the structure of this thing is extremely complex.

The wreckage of a "god's arm".

Victor looked at the metal fragment as if he were looking at a treasure.

"That's amazing...... Outstanding art. It's only a small piece, but compared to it, the structure we made is like a child's toy. The lich walked to the side of the workbench, and the light of the Io Stone was reflected on the force field shield like a small fish swimming in its tail: "You can imagine how surprised I was when I guessed that you were a complete finished product. ”

"Life itself is a miracle. Forty-Seven's gaze still did not leave the metal wreckage: "What difference does you, me, or even an insignificant caterpillar make from the perspective of nature itself?"

Victor burst into a hoarse laugh again because of this sentence: "This sentence is not for me. Truth be told, I don't have life anymore. ”

His magical disguise was briefly lifted for a moment. The teeth that were not covered by the lips shimmered, causing Cairo to exclaim in a low voice.

"Everyone has lived, but not everyone actually dies. Forty-seven finally turned to look at Victor, "What are you going to do, Archmage Victor?

"Mentor Victor. Morrill decided to speak his mind: "If you are interested...... I'm sorry we can't help much if we are interested in doing further research on this thing. However, if you need spell notes from the Archmages of the Supreme Council of Argus, I'd be happy to provide you......"

The smage's sweet date wasn't thrown out, because the lich's next words weren't exactly what she expected.

"You don't have to worry, Moriel. When I was an apprentice, I knew that if I wanted to study demons. It's better to start with a small demon than to be overconfident enough to provoke a Barlow Flame Demon. "Victor changed the siege

The magic force field, as if it was being held by a pair of hands, placed smoothly in the "Iron Samurai, what do you think of it?"

"If you meet an antique dealer, sell it. Forty-seven flicked the wreckage with his fingers, letting out a loud, long metallic trill.

"You're right. Victor agreed: "I've only been getting it for a long time, but at least one thing is certain...... Even though it's a magical creation. However, it was made using a completely different system of earth magic than we know it now. If enough samples can be found, it may not be completely impossible to concentrate the full power of the Red Robe Mage Society to restore and use it, after all, Argus has already done this. But—"

The Lich turned, "I think it's stupidity that doesn't pay off. And even if we can eventually regenerate this long-lost miraculous creation, I don't feel comfortable with it...... Other people's spell books can only be used as a reference, not a substitute for one's own. If I can't fully grasp it, how dare I use it, and if I exhaust myself like the mages of Argus in search of its mysteries and get nothing, how much more worthwhile should I give up?"

"Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people. I have an infinite amount of time now. The lich stared at Forty-Seven and let out a barely detectable sigh, "Maybe one day in the future, when I'm tired of everything else." will regenerate interest in it, as well as in you...... But now, and foreseeably in the future, will not. ”

"So, what do you mean?" asked Moriel.

"I won't, and that doesn't mean others won't. Victor's words sounded like a cold wind blowing through a hole in the wall: "Actually. Several faction mentors have banded together and begun to search for these ancient metal wreckage...... And as far as I know, they've found a couple of pieces. Morriel. Your mentor Isabella is also involved. ”

Isabella and the other red-robed mentors were searching for the Divine Armament?Morriel digested the news and couldn't help but glance at Forty-Seven.

"That's not what they're supposed to have. Forty-seven asserted, "Perhaps a small attack will sober them up a little." ”

"No, Iron Warrior, don't do that. Victor held up a finger to warn him, "This kind of behavior is tantamount to being the enemy of the red-robed mage...... If you have an open conflict with them, you will also become my enemy, although I do not want to. ”

"Why?" Forty-Seven spread his hands in incomprehension, "Archmage Victor, are you accusing me of the actions of your stupid fellow just because your gossip soul is burning?"

Morriel coughed lightly, and although she didn't know what "gossip spirit" meant, it was clearly not an honorific: "There is endless deception, betrayal, and murder among the red-robed mages...... But only privately. Ostensibly a harmonious atmosphere must be maintained, even if the person at the table with you just poisoned your wine glass yesterday. Any open conflict must be stopped, let alone an attack by outsiders. ”

"That's right. I'm about to lose patience with them, but I don't want to give up on this organization yet. Victor was not outraged by Morriel's direct rebuke to the Order's despicable practices: "I think the best way for the Red-robed Mages is to follow me and unite around me. I'm not surprised that people will always question this, but I'll prove it to them in my own way. Moriel, if you become a mentor in the Department of Prophecy in the future, won't you challenge the poor pride of an old man like your teacher?"

"How so?...... However, I don't think I'm really up to the task. Morrill gestured again, and the lich brushed the seemingly joking remark away.

"Iron Samurai, you don't have to pay too much attention to their actions. The wreckage they have so far won't be enough to do anything, so whether you want your kind to wake up or not, don't worry right now. ”

"I'm not worried. Forty-seven also thought about it when he said this, and then didn't think that "Kelly" was a character that could be caught by a few mages.

"But what they're about to do is a little bit more than my bottom line. Victor's tone became cold and ruthless: "According to the information I have recently received, those red-robed mentors have used most of the power in their hands to prepare to organize a team to search the outer realm. ”

The Outer Realm, Princess Olidra, seems to have mentioned it as well.

"It's stupid. Morriel, I hope you and the Iron Samurai stop them. The lich finally made his request: "Isabella Tong Guò her spell predicts several planes where there may be a large number of wreckage, and I think they will set off in the near future." I'll give you all these clues later. I believe you can put an end to the unrealistic delusions of these people...... I have only one request, to teach them some lessons, but in moderation. Try to do like a real red-robed mage, Moriel. You can do it, right?"

Standing in front of the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows in the rooms of Victor Fortress, Morriel plays with the small bag in his hand. The early morning sun shone on the bag, creating some kind of wonderful distortion effect, and it did not form a shadow - as if the bag did not belong entirely in this space.

In fact, it is. This is a dimensional pocket that can fold space, in fact, there is a small half-plane with a steady dìng in the pocket forever, although it is not as good as the kind that can build a city in it, but the capacity is also the sum of several large warehouses. Moriel had wanted such a dimensional bag for a long time, just as she had always wanted to learn the extravagant spell of the "Mage's Mansion", which was equivalent to bringing her own high-end hotel.

Forty-Seven looked at another magical item that Victor had given them, a curled parchment map. He looked over and over again, and it was just a few lines and shapes that seemed meaningless.

"Don't toss. This plane map is of little use in the main material realm. Morriel put away his dimensional pocket, which already contained a collection - the armed remains of the gods that had been in Victor's room.

Forty-seven took on Victor's mission without any hesitation, and it seems that he was also very enthusiastic about finding the wreckage. Whatever the Lich's intentions were, and why he had found himself as a traitor to do the work, he had to think about it later.

Morrill was about to leave the window when he suddenly felt something. She turned her head and leaned close to the large window to look down—just in time to meet the gaze of a noble lady who had just stepped out of the carriage.

Isabella