87_87643 These gangsteries think that the calm majesty is just an inexplicable broken god, and they can deal with it if they try their luck. She's not!

- A well-meaning resident of Caged City

Downtown is a disgusting place, second only to the lair. The clanging blacksmiths, the smoky and humble factories, the dark dormant warehouses in the drizzle...... The air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, and most of the houses and streets were covered with a layer of gray-brown dirt, probably caused by the condensation of various industrial dusts, and the rainwater flowing through it was also polluted into a dirtier color, quietly mixing into this large dye vat called Imprint City.

But Morrill liked it. Like all women, she hated the smell of stench, the dirty environment, the six-legged insects crawling around, and the piles of underwear that hadn't been washed in days—but she was equally fascinated by clotheslines with damp cloths, half-hidden windows on old walls, and the labyrinthine intricacies of the streets. It was a magnificent nest for the lowly, a magnificent miracle of the poor, and, above all, she loved the vitality of these people in such a place under the weight of all the pains called troubles, anguish, misfortune, and despair.

In such an environment, she feels like a fish in water.

A craftsman scolded his apprentice for being clumsy, but in fact to conceal his not-so-unusual quenching process. The mage struck through their messy sheds, the rising fire obscuring the view of the craftsman, the apprentice pausing his labour to peep at the teacher's work, and the clatter of the tintin's tools muffled Moriel's already light footsteps. Yes, it's easy to sneak through here, but it's hard to be like her without bending over. It takes chance, and one or two is definitely not enough. Every moment can be an opportunity, and a judgment must be made. Vast numbers of incantations passed through her mind as the female mage whispered to her. Stretching into a thread of magic that can touch the mysteries of the underworld, revealing to her that there may be connections between things, and guiding her to choose the path that best suits her heart. Morriel is now much more powerful than it was in the Argus Empire, and can cast this kind of high-level spell that predicts luck without the need for complicated materials and steps - playing RT with the map open, it's no wonder that a good prophet mage can be a headache for any opponent.

Morriel came to his feet behind a ruined wall. In the magical field of vision. Sinnix's bald head glistened like a light bulb. He is surrounded by silent invisible minions who serve as both scout and guard, and these invisible ghosts are just an insignificant part of the Spell Lord's Pokemon Legion. It was an open secret that many of the bandit groups and goblin orcs and other evil races that were rampant on the trade routes were under his command, and it was rumored that he had a pact with demons and had a private army of creatures from the lower realms.

However, it is precisely because of Sinnis's arrogant personality that he still despises Morriel. Not as cautious as Andrey. His self-confidence was over-inflated, and the result was that the magic effect fed back from the head of the spell system was like a big moth that couldn't stop fluttering in a cobweb.

But if you want to get rid of him completely, you still have to do your best and add 12 points of caution. The female mage hid into the shadows of the broken wall, "just rightly" in the blind spot of Sinnix's detection. She carefully adjusted her breathing and heartbeat, almost into a semi-hypnotic state, as still as water. Wait patiently for the opportunity - Forty-Seven didn't make her wait long.

The lightning fire also caught Sinnis's attention, and Morrill took the opportunity to make a sudden attack. Dozens of magic missiles under her control, skillfully using the cover of intense firelight, rained down on the spell chief, almost catching him off guard. Like a small meteor shower, the Missilestorm tore apart the minions around the Mentor, annihilating their thin spirits and whispering wails in the rainy night.

"Moriel!" Sinis let out a low snort like a vulture pecking. His eyes were fierce, and the patterns on his bald head writhed like snakes. Countless barbed chains flew out of the sleeves of the mentor's robes, quickly tangling into a pitch-black barrier. The magic missile struck it with a flicker, engulfing the wriggling wall, and then the chains changed again, surging towards the mage—the speed of the spell was like lightning and fire. In the blink of an eye, Morriel was surrounded by three hideous human figures wrapped in iron chains, which staggered and stretched on their bodies, forming a large net to strangle and smash the female mage.

The sonic boom made the space seem to tremble. The primordial essence of the mana that makes up the physical chain disintegrates inch by inch. The muffled noise wave spread and swept through, overshadowing the surrounding sounds, and even her buzzing tinnitus, temporarily deaf. Moriel didn't have time to care about this, her familiarity with spell spells had long since reached the point where she would never be wrong even if she couldn't hear it. The point of preemptive strike is to make a move, and never give the opponent a chance to breathe, once an enemy of the level of the red-robed mentor stabilizes his position and calms down, it will be difficult to take it again. Without a moment's pause, she rushed straight at Sinnis, and another storm of missiles exploded in her hand, forcing him to retreat again and again, trying to distance himself and regroup.

The chief is not elected by democratic voting. The minions that appeared out of thin air once again served as Sinnis' flesh shield and substitute for the dead, and Morriel had to crush their counterattack with one more chain of lightning.

"Foolish—a low warlock would not attack so recklessly!" Hinnis raised his hand, and the wind blew the rain, and a few miserable green points of light appeared, and the drizzle of frost and mist outlined a deadly outline. The Mentor unleashed a crackling, high-voltage arc of electricity in the Spirit

to damage any mob in their path. It's not a problem that she's not a tin guy after all, and a brief hindrance is enough for Sinis to summon more advanced cannon fodder, enough to cause more trouble for Moriel, and enough to get into his favorite rhythm of combat.

Two Abissa Dragons appeared beside the Chief. As soon as the dragon-like Bad Ancestral creature appeared, it sent a fishy stench from hell wafted through the air, and the black-red scales exuded an ominous aura. Their bloodclot eyes rolled for a moment, staring at the mage who had just dispersed the evil spirits, and pounced on Sinnix as soon as he gave the order - the feeling of tearing through delicate flesh, tasting blood and despair was so sweet and so impatient, otherwise why would they make a pact with an inferior primary material human?

It's a little weird. Morriel didn't dodge or dodge, preparing spells as he approached, seemingly with little means to stop the swift Abissa Dragons from fending off their sharp claws.

Female mages certainly don't die with their hands tied. Their current battlefield was an alley, an old and dilapidated arch between the two mages. Whatever this abrupt thing used to be part of. It may be the last vestige of a once-glorious mansion in the city of Imprints, but it does now function as a "door". A bright light was like lightning, and the sudden appearance of the spatial vortex directly sucked the two Abisa dragon demons into it - or rather, they directly crashed into it.

The stunned mentor instinctively turned to the side, feeling a sharp pain in his left shoulder. Damn stinking girl! This was the trap she chose! The City of Ten Thousand Gates wasn't actually as hospitable as its name suggests, there was no proper door and key, and many otherworldly creatures who swore to serve Sinnix couldn't be summoned directly - the Abisa Dragons were brought by him with some special means, but it was much easier to be sent out by a portal that was opened in the right way.

Morriel detects that there is a portal here that can open for the demons of the Netherworld, and knows that Sinnis will summon monsters to help. That's why she launched a strong attack to drive the mentor over. She didn't know where the door was going, but who cared about it, as long as they weren't her problem.

"You should change your tactics, Mentor Sinnis!" Morrill is now close enough to the Mentor to wield the power sword that pierces his shoulder and slices his bones and internal organs with a single thought. Hold the cards in one hand.

A flame ignited from where the female mage stood. It was so swift and fierce that in an instant it became a huge blue-white fireball, hungry and devouring every qiē it touched. The ruining effect comparable to that made by Forty-Seven enveloped Sinnis, rising and spreading for a few seconds before shrinking sharply. Turning into a dense column of flames, the victims inside were pushed headlong into the houses on the side of the road—the clouds rolled, the red snakes danced wildly, a large area was sunk into flames, and the screams and cries of the residents could be faintly heard in the scorching wind.

"Abdel!" Sinis seemed to be accustomed to viciously calling other people's names to express his irritation, and he was now very wolf-bèi. Burned, burned, and burned: "Do you want to kill me?"

"If I don't do it, you'll be killed! Isn't that the tactic we agreed upon?" Abdel, who was as fat as a bear, emerged from it and spat at the ground.

"What you gave me doesn't fully defend against your spells!" Sinnis accused.

"All I said it would save your life. The head of the plastic energy department snorted: "If it is so simple to be resisted, what is the difference from ordinary fire spells-hey, don't worry about this with me, that little girl is still alive!"

Morrill steadily walked out of the fire. She was surrounded by some kind of faintly glowing barrier, like a thin curtain of water. The protective field sizzled with a soft sound of static electricity, and the raging flames were dispersed as soon as it touched it, and the shield flickered, and when the mage was in safety, it collapsed and vanished.

Abdel's eyes narrowed: "Subtle." What you learned in Argus? I'm willing to trade a stronghold for this spell. ”

"Then we'll have to talk about it when there are no outsiders. Morrill replied with a smile.

The fat on Chief Sculp's face shuddered, noticing Sinnis' look of resentment.

"What a pity, little Moriel. You're so good, it's no wonder that Alai stupid guy was played around by you. But you can't run, two is always bigger than one. Why don't you cooperate? So that fewer people will be hurt. ”

"You're right......"

The drizzle could not help the flames, and the raindrops fell on the tongue of fire and immediately evaporated into mist. Mist...... The faint mist swirls and disperses with the wind, not attracting anyone's attention until the air begins to get colder.

A slender white hand grabbed Sinnis's sleeve, and the eyes of the chief of the spell department widened suddenly-his body flashed violently, but the teleportation spell didn't work as well as it should, and he was still in place. The mist condensed and seeped into his skin, quickly turning his face pale. Sinnis's mouth opened wide, and a cloud of mist rolled through his mouth and sank into his throat. Immediately, his eyes froze, and others could even clearly see the extinguishment of the light of the Guru's life. As soon as the hand in the fog was released, he collapsed to the ground at once—the rain fell on his frozen body, and immediately turned into frost.

"Two is always greater than one. Morrill didn't look very happy when he saw Sinnis's finish: "What about Kyro?"

"She fell asleep. The girl walked towards her with her pendant and smiled sweetly: "Of course...... It's temporary. ”

"We must join forces! It's a bit of a problem!" the energy-powered phantom fell through the fireworks and turned into Ann

Entity. He came to ask for help and got over the phase shift vertigo before he got into quite trouble.

"Sinnis, hey—!"

Philgas didn't try to curry favor with Morriel like some people did, and he was in mid-air - the only reason Andre had a chance to breathe was because she had found something more important. The enhanced Centaur Magic Arrow exploded like a bomb, each fragment a screeching fang. The enchanting and shining figure passed through this rain of death like a light smoke, forming several afterimages at an incredible high speed, each of which was equally real, killing the female mage in its own trajectory.

Before everyone could react, a pile of smoky rumbling brass and iron came up. Forty-seven dismantled himself - his viscera, arms, and legs were spewing flames and steam, and they were driven independently. Even if there is still contact, it is impossible for others to see that they have descended in the form of a group of unorderly flying rampagers, regardless of the equal attack and rush. In a series of explosions, one of the women of steel was caught, and the others were crushed by the blow.

The parts are being reassembled into tin guys, certainly not in the order in which they were disassembled. He doesn't have that memory. He wouldn't care how protruding others felt when they watched his iron waist transform into a shoulder armor.

"If you keep running, I probably won't be able to catch up with you. But now—" he grabbed the Iron Woman's limbs and lifted her up, "Uncle is angry!"

It seems that forty-seven is really on fire. He began to grow louder in the sonorous sound, and the powerful steel claws firmly clamped down on Kelly, and seven or eight cannons stretched out from his body, ready to attack her.

What strong people? a bunch of fools! Ebonie stood on the side of the road with her head bowed. His eyes were fixed on his dirty, thin toes. A little demon named Pipsqueak was hiding beside her, having used her innate invisibility ability, but Epbonee didn't need to look to know that it was trembling like herself, and she didn't dare to move.

Despite the many factions within the Seal, each asserting its power. But she is the only one who is the supreme and unquestionable master of this place.

Without an overbearing uproar, no condescending orders, she brought only suffocating silence and calm—no one even knew if this was the effect she wanted. Because she doesn't care, doesn't care, doesn't care, doesn't care, doesn't communicate. It is the city itself that rules, not the people in it, although the inhabitants will also be blessed by her. Know how to fear her, learn to avoid her, don't talk about her too often, even if you have to, remember to call her honorifics, and don't try to beg her, disobey her, defeat her - how stupid would that be?

Epbonie swore she didn't want to see it, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of a cold reflection in the water on the road. A cool breath rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his heart seemed to be cut in half. The prostitute had never been so sure that she was about to be finished, and as she passed by, Ebonie could only stand in silence, soaked in the ever-spreading silence.

At the same time, Lori, the Royal Sister, the Mages, and the two Super Constructs who were battling with each other saw her. It's weird and normal—even if they're in different locations, won't they still see the same Seal City?

Calm Majesty floated in the air a few feet above the ground, and the tall figure crept through the flames, as if she did not exist zài, or the flames did not exist zài. The indifferent face was surrounded by shining blades, and the hem of the brown robe stretched out with sharp blades, slowly circling, and the dust was not shocked.

This is a completely unrivaled existence zài. Morriel saw her and realized this, not overwhelmed by the force, but very naturally - he had never felt this way in the face of the incarnation of the murderous prince. Although this lady is mentioned in many plane sources, it is only when you actually face her and get her attention that you understand what a terrible fate it is to be watched by the Lady of Pain.

She didn't come for the "weak". The Tin Man let go of the Iron Woman, and the two mortal enemies are now the same enemy. Forty-Seven took a deep breath and continued to transform into a larger steel beast, almost as if it were about to touch the other side of the sigil city—a hissing stream of heat erupted from the mechanical joints, the guns on her body pointed in the direction of the serenity, and the steel woman flew abruptly, spreading her shining wings.

But the lady has come closer. Forty-seven and Kelly were unable to complete their transformation completely, and some kind of great power that outsiders could not feel quietly held them, and continued to strengthen. The huge tin guy snarled down at her, flames spitting out of his mouth, but he couldn't hear a sound. The will of the Calm Majesty is as unstoppable as the operation of the multiverse, and does not allow even the slightest boldness of dying throes. She floated towards them, and they were gone to nothing before they could get in the way of her movement. The two constructs that could be overwhelming disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A slight flash of lightning flashed on the silent blade, and then dissipated without a trace. The lady came quietly, and left quietly, without making any special moves, without looking at anyone, and the cold sweat on the archmages was no less than that of the lowly prostitutes.

Moriel stared at the place where Forty-Seven had disappeared, not at all worried that the mentors would take the opportunity to sneak up on her.

After a long moment, she sighed softly, her voice calm as if it had come from herself.

"I say everybody. Since we're still in the Seal City, shouldn't we stop fighting?"

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the path we chose in the thirty-first round of the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut (three) The address is.