87_87643 Parkman had certainly heard of the name from the boy who had just joined the Church of Sherik, but he didn't take it to heart. Why would a boy who might not have even heard of the prestige of Darksun a few months ago dictate to him, Master Parkman, who has a pivotal position in the church in Deep Streams?

As a mad god recognized by almost all continents except for the people of the Church of Shirek, the Eternal Dark Sun has always chosen the object of his favor a little too rashly and haphazardly - the murder prince often casually intrudes into the dreams of mortals, and then gives him the power to tell him what to do, regardless of whether the "lucky one" can bear it or not, whether he wants it or not...... This is also the reason why it sometimes causes resentment among some of the old Dark Sun Cultists.

Cirek has unparalleled power, but he is by no means a good ruler, as can be seen from the deceitful factional struggles in the Shirek church. It's true that everyone is under the command of the Eternal Dark Sun, but basically everyone with a modicum of status and power is trying to harness their subordinates, bombarding the heads, going their own way, and pouring into each other, hoping to please their mad gods with chaos, fear, and killing, and make themselves the supreme leader of the Shirek Church after the murder of the prince. Although most of the time these treacherous intra-church struggles are as unknown to outsiders as the hidden Dark Sun Temple, they affect every Shirek at all times.

O'Sullivan did come to Deep Flow, with the most zealous and fierce believers of Ciric. However, Parkman didn't know where he was, but was ordered to focus his efforts on finding a girl named Kairo in Deep Waterfall. And for this purpose, they must control the entire underground society of Deep Stream City as much as possible.

Parkman wasn't unwilling to carry out the order, and as an elite follower of Ciric, he could feel the faint will of God that could not be disobeyed—but he didn't dare to do the same with the way those people were employed. With money, drugs, and violence to open the way, it is true that many independent small groups have succumbed, and most of the territory of the Port District has fallen to the Church of Ciric, but such a big move has attracted the attention of the ruling class of Deep Waterstream, especially the Knights of the Morning Light of the Church of Splendour, and the guards have increased. The attacks of the paladins are becoming more and more frequent, and if they continue like this, it is very likely that before the girl is found, the foundation of the Shirek Church in the Deep Stream City will be severely damaged.

It's just that no one cares about Parkman's opinion - it's Ciric's oracle, obey or die. So Parkman can only cooperate as much as possible, be sure to please his gods, and try to expand the drug network at his disposal in a way that is almost killing chickens and eggs. Recruit more addicts to do things for them, which is why he has to spend huge sums of money on high-end drugs. Although the high price offered by Canny was even a little unaffordable for him, and this time he brought a stranger, but Parkman was patient, he only hoped to use these drugs to buy more people, and try to find that girl, get the favor of Shirek, and he could go to the next level. Maybe you can even go somewhere else and run a branch of the church on your own...... He didn't have to care what would become of Deep Stream.

So although he had heard about it, he didn't pay much attention to the rumors that a very dangerous female red-robed mage was thwarting their plans from the mouth of O'Sullivan's kid. Is it because of this that you will cut off your relationship with the red-robed mage? At least not until you don't have enough drugs in stock. The only criterion for a red-robed mage when dealing with outsiders is profit. That's why they can be terrible and respectable businessmen. Of course, if they did become enemies with the Church of Shirek, then the troubles would far outnumber the Knights of Morninglight, because these mages were just as cunning, just as powerful, and more orderly.

But that's how unfortunate it happened.

Parker's face turned blue and white. Looking at Morriel in front of her, who was calm and relaxed—it seemed that she was really the red-robed female mage who couldn't get along with O'Sullivan, and she seemed to have a very powerful Constructed Golem, didn't she bring it?

Morrill looked at him. It seems to be waiting for an answer.

"I don't know what kind of grudge you have between you and O'Sullivan. Parkman said stiffly, and the black dagger didn't enter the table at all: "I'm here today to trade with Kani." If you want to see him, please look for it yourself. If it's something else......"

Parkman hesitated, but still didn't say anything harsh. The warriors brought by the other party are not afraid, their side is full of well-tested killers and soldiers, the key is two red-robed mages - you can't underestimate the master at any time, even a fledgling apprentice can pose a deadly threat, if you really do it......

“...... That's not about me. I think it's better for us to end the business and go our separate ways. Parkman glanced at the two large bags of drugs that Carney had brought with him, and the men at the table understood, so he took the two large bags of drugs that Carney had brought and left.

"Don't be so anxious. Morrill said aloud.

The drug was wrapped in a sudden flash of spell and mutated. Before anyone could react, the two packets of drugs on the table, along with a bag of coins, were all taken into Moriel's arms—by the magical effect of the magic, they had become more than ten times smaller, so that a weak lady could carry them around in a handbag.

"You!" Parkman was furious. Isn't this a clear statement that you want to eat black?

Morrill stood up and bowed slightly to the murderous Parkman: "Please take me to Sir O'Sullivan...... As for these things, I'm just keeping them for you. ”

There are also naked threats of blackmail.

Parkman pulls the dagger from the table, which is torn apart by the center of the dagger's piercing. The oil lamp fell to the ground, and a puddle of dancing flames ignited, and the room became even darker.

"Hand over my stuff. Parkman gritted his teeth and burst out word by word: "Otherwise, ......"

The breathing in the surrounding darkness intensified, and one after another blurred figures stood up, their eyes flashing with a fierce light like a hungry wolf.

"No one has seen you come in, and no one has seen you go out. Parkman slashed the dagger in front of him, leaving a faint afterimage. He couldn't take it anymore. If Morriel and Kani dare to use the "Arbitrary Gate" to leave the ground, then they will have to interrupt their spells - he can't afford to lose such a large sum of money!

"The deal has failed!" Forty-seven pairs of swords around his neck stared at nothing, and he waited for this moment

He was even a little impatient, so when he saw this scene, he smiled at the two Hirek cultists who were holding him hostage. He hasn't seen a drug deal that doesn't have a problem in the movies, so what's the point of being smooth and smooth?

"Why bother. Mr. Parkman. The smile on Moriel's face disappeared, and it seemed that he was still not as good at enslaving the Shirek cultists as the Shinto swordswoman Chloe: "I hope to meet Sir O'Sullivan...... If you refuse to take me to him, I will have to let him come out to see me on his own. ”

"Red robe, don't think we're going to be scared ......" Before Parkman could finish speaking, Forty-Seven was already in action.

What are you doing with that? As soon as you smash the hammer down, grab it and run away. Forty-seven kicked the iron box on the ground, and there was a lightning bolt in the room. The heavy iron crate tumbled out of the air, heading straight for Parkman with a blue-white electric fire - no matter how bad the leader looked, he was always the strongest of the group he led, and it took a long time to come to this magical world before Forty-Seven began to adapt to the universal laws of the world he had been in.

Parkman swerved sideways, and the iron box grazed him and flew backwards. There was a loud bang. And the dagger in his hand was already handed to Morrill as his body shook. You must control this female mage first, and even if you can't do it, you must disrupt her rhythm, because the two sides met in the name of trading, so Moriel should not have prepared magic protection in advance, so-

The cold blade stabbed Moriel, but it felt like it had pierced a stone statue. The mage's complexion has become the same as the granite of the World's Ridge Mountains, gray and hard. The stab took only a few debris with it, and when it spilled down to the ground, it had turned into fragments of magical light like diamond shards.

Stone skin? This spell is really an impregnable wall against weapon attacks. Parkman stabbed again, as fast as if he hadn't retracted his movements. His blow was aimed at Morriel's Eye. Even if she couldn't pierce the stone skin's defenses, she would have been interrupted from casting the spell, but the blow was blocked by an invisible and impenetrable magical barrier, and the black dagger had pierced almost Moriel's eyelashes, but the effect could do nothing but inspire a magical glow that flickered in the air. Didn't even make the female mage's eyes blink.

Annoyed, Parkman gave up the idea of a surprise attack, raised his hand and began to prepare the magic as he shouted, "You shit!

Kani is gone. Nancy, who had to fight the Shirek cultists, took a few blocks. Suddenly, there was a strange change—seven or eight identical Nancys appeared at the same time, looking like a dazzled phantus, but each one was so real that the Cirics she was fighting with couldn't tell the real from the fake.

Forty-Seven kicked out the iron box and smashed it into the shield of a Cirek warrior, the deformed shield tearing the arm, the arm snapping back and breaking the sternum, and the sternum inverted and puncturing the internal organs - but at the cost of his life, the box was fortunately blocked. Now it was lying silently upside down on the ground, the pins on it had blown away from the impact, and the entire box was on the verge of falling apart. A nearby priest of Shirek didn't notice the flickering light on the chest, he was busy casting his True Vision, which was indispensable when dealing with illusionists, even if Carney had always appeared as a business partner.

His eyes popped out before he could see a vision. Only the left eye, to be exact, the bloody eyeballs with a few nerves floated out of thin air a few inches in front of his face, and it was only after he turned around for half a circle that he could see that a long, glistening thorn had penetrated from the back of the priest's head, pushing the eyeball out of its socket and strung it on the spike like a lone sugar gourd.

The long, shiny black thorn swished back, and brought the eyeball back into the priest's socket - the priest shook his head as if he wanted to see something, and fell headlong.

Long thorns came out of the iron box. Section by section, centipede-like whip tails writhed in the darkened room, shaking off the plasma from the stinger, and then shrinking and releasing it. An arrow pierced into the mouth of another nearby cultist who hadn't yet figured out what was going on, and seemed to change direction in his skull, exiting through the top door.

Forty-seven looked over there, smug.

"How's my dog? cute, isn't it?" he asked the two Shireks at the table with him, but they couldn't answer anymore - whether A's head broke B's head or B's head smashed A's head, and now the two of them had one head, one and a half.

Forty-seven threw them away.

"You people who don't care for small animals...... Go ahead, go play with Xiaobai. ”

Then he began to draw the sword that was stuck in his body. The sword pierced through the left shoulder and through the right side—between the mimic skin and the metal body.

Screaming wildly. When the needle tail stabbed at the third person, it was finally blocked. The flaming knives made of divine power slashed at it, bursting with dazzling sparks that reflected the terrified faces of the Shirek cultists.

The tail of the needle rises upwards and pierces the ceiling. With the sound of metal exploding, a black shadow was pulled out of the iron box by a shrunken steel whip tail, bouncing and deforming as it went—and by the time it landed on the ceiling, it was already a metal monster with a terrifying shape, sticking to the ceiling like a puddle of dark stains. I could vaguely see the energy and effort that the red-robed mage had put into making it from its delicate structure and slender and powerful claws, two points of faint red light flickered on the skeleton-like head, and when the monster opened its mouth, its entire body opened like a box, revealing dagger-like fangs and teeth.

The grotesque-looking crate of Forty-Seven's transformation paused on the ceiling before swooping down.

With a powerful spell, Parkman was struck backwards and fell to the ground by the lightning beam released by Morriel's raised hand. Another bright blue lightning spewed out like a twisted snake from the ruby of Moriel's staff, pulsing wildly, refracting through the bodies of several nearby guys. They screamed and fell to the ground, and were immediately crumbled by the clattering, screaming, and jumping boxes.

The sudden and crushing blow made the Shirek cultists

Not as well. Although they were already tense and ready to wait before the move, it was not to see who would pick up the guy first, but to see who could launch an effective offensive at the first time to destroy the opponent's living force and give it a mental deterrent, which can be summed up by the experience of forty-seven. Either you don't do it, or you do it.

Morriel did a good job in this regard, in contrast. The well-known Hirek believers are just the third level of deflated people who are used to taking out their knives and scaring people.

Parkman's left wrist was scorched with a spear-like electric current, which would have been pierced according to the intensity, but despite this, half of the serious injuries he had prepared in his hands also vanished in the intense pain and the paralysis that soaked half of his body, and when it came to casting spells, he was not on the same level as Moriel. Parkman was half-kneeling on the ground, his accomplices either hissing and smoking or squirting blood, and in short, he couldn't fight anymore.

After a short confrontation, Parkman's attack not only did not achieve any expected results, but even one arm was injured and could not be lifted, which can be said to be a loss home, if he is a little worse, it is possible to die under this round of attacks, and the current result is even lucky. He guessed that the red-robed robe in front of him was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect that it would be so difficult to deal with, and the speed of casting spells was unbelievably fast, what could the red-robed mentor do?

Exchanging casualties for time is a consistent trick on the battlefield, the fallen Shirek disciples one after another in exchange for the remaining accomplices can organize an effective defense and even resistance, they show their own tricks, without reservation, the warrior covers the priest, the assassin waits for the opportunity to move, the priest at the cost of the sacrifice of his companions unleashed the defensive magic, faith armor, iron and other can be set on, now is not the time for heroes to fight back, a priest who wants to cast a magic spell on Moriel just moved his position and was thrown in half by the long sword that flew like a propeller thrown by Forty-Seven, although he was basically watching the excitement, but he didn't do nothing, this kind of pure power is by no means something that can be blocked by a few defensive spells.

Morrill glanced back at him, and Forty-Seven spread his hands to show that he was not out of place.

Morriel then unleashed two magic missiles at random, with no clear goal, just to disrupt the enemy and prevent them from counterattacking effectively. And the Shireks had little to do with Moriel, the terrifying structure with the long tail was more than they could handle, and the most a weapon hit would make it roll over, and then pounce back on it as if it was fine, bringing up sparks or blood flowers.

"Break through her magical defenses!" Parkman stood up and shouted under the cover of the cultists, he was a professional assassin and not too professional priest, so he didn't have a good way to deal with Moriel under the protection of stone skins and protective magic weapons, and now he couldn't even bother to find Kani who disappeared invisibly, and he couldn't repel this Moriel who wantonly sprayed deadly spells, everything was in vain!

It's a turret. Forty-seven admired Morrill at this time.

Morrill turned his attention to Parkman. After the spitted syllables turned into invisible energy waves and knocked down the two warriors, she sprayed blue lightning at Parkman again, this time the lightning beam spread out, almost in a net covering Perlman's body, Parkman barely dodged the first few before being hit, the electric light twisted and curled into his body, and at the same time, some branch-like emitted into the surrounding air, reflecting the entire room brightly, and thus inadvertently temporarily saving the life of a Shirek cultist- He saw the construct as it swept by like a demon dog, and raised his shield to fend off Thorntail's deadly blow.

Morrill sneered and continued to increase the power of the lightning, powerful electricity from her fingertips all the way to Parkman, causing him to scream and roar in pain, Parkman struggled to his feet, but was pushed back by the surging electricity all the way to the wall. Fortunately, a considerable part of the current energy flowed to the pendant on his chest and was absorbed, and then turned harmlessly and escaped, otherwise if it wasn't for this talisman that could protect against lightning damage, he was afraid that he would have been electronized now, although Moriel's attack with other energy states would probably be more deadly, but she didn't do it, I don't know if she was unprepared or felt unnecessary.

Forty-seven watched with some amazement as Morriel cast a spell like a lightning goddess, which was beyond the scope of appreciation, and even a Shirek cultist who stumbled and fell beside him rarely spared.

"Darth Moriel?" he looked down at himself with a little dissatisfaction, his skin was bloody, even his clothes were stained, and it looked like the Terminator was not at all as stylish as a female mage - Forty-Seven decided to change her appearance when she returned, where was the female dwarf? Maybe she had a lightsaber.

Parkman endured with the utmost willpower and slammed backwards. The wall behind him collapsed, and he rolled out in a cloud of smoke, finally breaking free of Moriel's lightning web. Now he didn't have much hope of retrieving drugs or money from the red-robed mage, and it was a blessing to be able to escape from here - the power of the red-robed mage was still beyond his imagination! He could only flee back to the headquarters now and report the situation to the higher-ups...... As for what punishment will be received for this, there is no way to do it.

Instead of beating the water dogs, Morriel turned his head to look at Forty-Seven.

Almost. Go after him, scare him, but don't go overboard.

Forty-seven reluctantly nodded after receiving the telepathic message, still basking in the unhappiness brought to him by the Morel Paith Sith Monarch - wait and see. He looked left and right, picked up a mace-headed mallet and followed him, no one attacked him, and the fierce construction box had already made enough mess in the room.

Morriel suddenly touched the side with his cane, but there was nothing but air: "The deal is over, let's go." ”

She turned to leave, and the air behind her seemed to stir slightly, as if something was following, and at the end was Nancy, who had little left of the mirror shadow clone, mostly because of the arrows and knives flying in the chaotic situation, and when the three women went out, the whole room was the world of the construction box, it let out a metallic scream, happy like an alien who broke into the girls' dormitory.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fifth chapter to go to the north for the twenty-sixth round of black eating black (below) address is.