Chapter Eighty-Seven: Marcel the Inquisitor

One after another, the spells were the size of tadpoles, densely packed, constantly outlining the formation patterns around them, as if they were evolving a peerless killing array.

Everyone's faces changed, things have reached such a point, there are still people who want to trap and kill them, even the tyrant Augustus is also calculating!

Who is so daring?

"It's him! Kill my brother! Someone saw the mysterious man with the mask for the first time, and immediately roared.

"This guy finally got his hands dirty."

Mi Fei nodded, expressing great satisfaction.

The formation laid by the other party is very mysterious, especially the book in his hand, which is very ancient, if there is no mistake, it should be a forbidden magic book taught by GBL.

"This magic array? Could it be that he wants to refine all of us? ”

Norley was shocked, he had studied all kinds of magic circles, and he had also read a lot of records in ancient books.

Now the magic array laid by the other party is full of the smell of blood, and it must be a kind of refining array, which can absorb all the essence and blood of everyone to nourish oneself and achieve a means of rapid improvement in cultivation.

"That's true, but he's so ambitious that even the Dwarf King wants to refine it." Mi Fei responded.

At this time, Augustus had already fused with the Saint King's bones, but his current state was not in his heyday, but because of the fusion, his cultivation was damaged, and he needed to refine a physical body in order to recover his peak period.

But he was once a king, and he had been the top existence for tens of thousands of years, even if his cultivation was damaged and not at the peak, he was still an extremely terrifying existence.

His eyes swept over and he noticed the man in the priestly robe with the mask and sneered.

"There are still remnants of the GBL Sect, do you also want to revitalize the ruined Dao system?" Augustus sneered.

He lived for a long time, and witnessed the rise and fall of the GBL Sect, and in his capacity, he naturally understood the events of that year.

So he thought it was funny what this man was doing. even delusional attempts to devour him.

Could it be that the young people of this era are so self-conscious?

"No one can stop my divine revenge!"

A voice that did not belong to that person spat out of his mouth, with great resentment, hatred, unwillingness...

"Marcel the Inquisitor?" Augustus seemed a little familiar with the voice, a little surprised.

The person who should not exist left an eternal obsession parasitic in this young man's body.

"Dwarven King Augustus! You are actually resurrected in a different way, and my body was destroyed early, my soul dissipated, and only obsession was left, what a reluctance! The man raised his head to the sky and shouted, full of anger.

"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and you have not given up, which is really admirable." Augustus sighed.

The characters of his time are now impossible to see again, and this time he saw an acquaintance, which made him sigh.

Augustus felt the hatred of the other party's eternal death, the hatred that penetrated into the bone marrow, and in his heart, there was a burning fire of hope, so far the obsession has not been dispersed for thousands of years, looking for a successor.

"I'm dead and can't tear him to shreds with my own hands, but my disciple, if he can do it for me, he will still fulfill my wish."

The man thought of the past, the destruction of the temple, the death of the sect leader and the high priest, and the destruction of countless followers... Everything was still vivid, and it made him extremely sad.

Augustus sighed and said, "You have lost yourself, you have lost your heart, and you will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. ”

"What a joke, do you think I don't know how many lives you have sacrificed for resurrection, I have been waiting for a day for too long, devouring your blood essence, I will definitely be able to let my disciple break through the holy realm, everything is not far away!" The man sneered.

With that, he waved his hand, and a wand flew out, engraved with a terrifying skull, and the wand emitted magical power, sweeping around with strange power.

Disheveled... Disheveled...

Many people were eroded by that power, and they fell to the ground without even making a sound, but it seemed that they were not dying, but sleeping...

"It's witchcraft! Alternative magic! The saint reminded her that although she specialized in the elements, she also knew a lot about other magic.

Those present, except for Shi Hui, Chang Tianhua and others, all fell asleep, and as for Xu Wei, who was sheltered by the Holy Maiden, he was not affected.

"You're just an obsession, and I'm almost reborn, trying to devour me? Why don't you let me end your miserable life! Augustus scoffed at this.

As he spoke, he swung the long knife in his hand to kill the other party.

He didn't want to delay here, and now condensing a physical body was the most important thing.

The man was angry and silent, and with a casual move, the forbidden book was opened, and it was a magic array.

He uttered the truth, and countless spells emerged.

Back then, he practiced the strongest witchcraft in the world, plus magic, and was already the strongest existence, although the real body was not there, but with this body, he could still exert divine might.

Similarly, Augustus, as the king of the dwarves, also studied magic, and his attainments in magic were not weaker than others, otherwise he would not have passed down a magic array that could be resurrected.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the characters actually fought here!"

The younger generation, those who are as strong as the clouds, have to be shocked.

This is undoubtedly a great war, and it has not been seen in thousands of years.

Xu Wei was a little obsessed, this was the contest between kings, more mysterious than the battle he saw in the crystal vein, because all they shot was magic, and they were all killing formations invisibly.

"That person's attainment in magic is extremely high, whether it is a magic circle or an element, he is already very thorough, he is a great magician!" The saint marveled that there was a respected great magician in her sect, and I am afraid that he was a little inferior to him.

"It's really a wave of unevenness, and I hope they lose both."

Mi Fei rubbed his hands, not to mention how excited he was, this was undoubtedly the scene he wanted to see the most.

Those two are old monsters tens of thousands of years ago, full of treasures, not to mention those magic weapons, even the clothes on the other party's body are tempered by natural treasures, with extremely high defensive performance.

The battle between the two was shocking, and the taboos suppressed around them had already been blasted away.

But the formation laid by that man was very strange, and it completely sealed off this place, and even the news could not be transmitted.

"It's not good, if it goes on like this, sooner or later this place will sink and be exposed to the outside world, and it will definitely attract the attention of others."

Mi Fei's expression changed, once he was exposed to the outside world, it would not be his share at all, and it would definitely lead to many hermit saints.

That person himself is not strong, but he is driven by an obsession, and it is conceivable that the strength of this obsession before his death must be not weaker than the existence of the king.

"It's over!" The man spoke.

With a flick of his hand, he sacrificed one hundred and eight flags, blocking the four sides of the world, and one after another array patterns kept emerging.

After hundreds of rounds, although the winner was not decided, that person had invisibly laid out thousands of formations here, which was enough to destroy everything here!