In the private room of the Lord of the Arcane Brotherhood's East Tower, Delta Zelund is carefully enchanting a crossbow.

His movements were so gentle, for fear that he would accidentally break the hundreds of dense and delicate lines on it.

Infused with more than eight powerful magical bolts, the "Kiss of Death" he had carefully prepared for Aklem Gris, was enough to instantly break through most of the protective spells and plunge the poison-smeared arrowhead into the opponent's body.

No one knows better than him that the creators of the Arcane Brotherhood are careful and cautious, so there is only one chance, and a failed assassination would mean doom for all involved.

At the moment when Delta Zelund finished chanting the spell and blessed the last spell, the closed door was suddenly pushed open.

I saw a man in a blue robe shouting in an excited tone: "Come out! He is out! What are we going to do now? Do you want to do it immediately?"

"Coming out?!Akelim Gris left the private room of the central spire?" Deltagar Zelund's whole body trembled slightly, and his eyes burst out with a strange light.

"That's right! He looked very tired, and he hadn't had a good rest in a long time. Maybe ......" a fierce and distorted expression appeared on the man's nervous face.

"Inform everyone! Do it now! Remember! Don't let him escape outside! Clincinibon has the terrible power to turn sunlight into energy! Once standing in the sun, it is almost invincible. Delta Gall made the decision on the spot.

Launching a rebellion from the bottom up is never a point of return, so he can only succeed and not fail, or face a steady stream of hunts from the entire Arcane Brotherhood.

"Understood!"

......

At the same time, in the public area of the central tower, Aklem Gris, who had just finished satisfying his physiological needs, was dragging his old and tired body to the staircase.

The Demon Shatter Crystal was now clutched in the palm of his hand, and his mind was full of thoughts about how he should continue his life.

Is it a lich that transforms into an undead form?

Or take possession of the body of a long-lived race through other powerful spells, such as elves, elemental creatures, dragons?

You must know that the most important reason why the Shattered Demon Crystal is regarded as an artifact by many evil camp casters is that it can use the energy converted from absorbing the sun's rays to create spells for the holder, and when it is full of energy, it can create sixteen terrifying nine-ring spells in a row.

What do sixteen nine-ring spells mean?

It means that sixteen Barlow Flame Demons as terrifying as Ertu can be summoned from the bottomless abyss of the demon's hometown!

This means that you can cast 16 powerful spells such as Time Stop, Confinement, Pop Explosion, and Banshee's Howl!

In fact, the previous holder of the Shattered Demon Crystal, Akar Kaisso, had not even exerted one percent of the power of this artifact, otherwise the Ten Towns would have become dust in history.

But Achillm Gris is different, he is a powerful mage himself, and he is familiar with many advanced magics, so he naturally uses the power of the Shattered Demon Crystal to perfect several spells that he could not master before.

Now that life extension is no longer a problem, the question is which way to choose.

What is the way to get him through the danger as quickly as possible and regain control of the chaotic tower?

Just as the old mage was immersed in the troubles of happiness, he had no idea that his most trusted assistant had quietly come behind him, raised a dagger with a cold light and stabbed it hard.

Bang!

Without any surprises, before the blade could touch the wrinkled and age-spotted skin, the trigger-like protective spell was activated instantly.

All of a sudden, protective spells such as Stone Skin, Mage Armor, Protective Elemental Damage, and Spell Null Enchantment quickly popped up one after another, and a dazzling magical aura illuminated the dim hall.

"Damn! what are you doing?!" Aklem Gris turned around and let out an angry growl.

He never dreamed that the person he trusted the most would betray him.

"What for? Kill you, of course! Old fellow, you've ruled the Arcane Brotherhood for too long, and we agree on a new leader. As he spoke, the body of the assassin quickly twisted and deformed, taking on the appearance of another middle-aged man.

He didn't intend to give the enemy much time to breathe, and quickly took a few steps back and immediately raised his right hand.

"Kill him!"

"Cast a spell!"

"Don't give him time to chant incantations!"

......

The rebels who had been in ambush in the hall for many days tore off their disguises, some began to chant powerful and devastating spells, while others activated their wands or other magical items to shoot dazzling attack spells that drowned the old man alive.

Unfortunately, after a round of indiscriminate bombardment, Aklem Gris was not seriously injured as expected, but did not lose a single hair.

With the powerful protective magic, most of the attack spells below the third ring were dispersed by an invisible force field at a distance of ten meters.

"That's a spell invalidation enchantment!You have to use a spell with more than four rings to break it!" I don't know who recognized the cover like a ball of light, and quickly reminded loudly in his throat.

"You all deserve to die!

Undoubtedly enraged by the sudden rebellion and assassination, Aklem Gris raised his staff and slammed into the ground with an angry glow in his eyes.

Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

An indescribable scream began to echo through the hall!

After hearing this voice, the six low-level mages and apprentices who were relatively close to each other instantly fell to the ground with a pale face and swallowed their last breath.

The rest of the people were not much better, and they spurted a large amount of dark red blood from their mouths, noses, ears, and other parts.

There is no doubt that this is the famous necromantic nine-ring spell - Banshee's Howl.

With a single spell, Aklem Gris turned the tide and made the mages who tried to assassinate him pay a heavy price.

The gap between high-level mages and low-level mages is vividly reflected at this moment.

"Tell me, which tower master started this rebellion, and who are the participants?" the old mage asked with a foot on the stomach of one of the mages.

Before the unlucky man could answer, a cold light suddenly appeared out of thin air, flying towards his chest at a rapid speed.

"Protective arrows!"

Aklem Gris suddenly shone brightly with the staff in his hand.

Next Second......

Burst!

A blinding flash of light erupted from the arrow, dispelling all physical protective magic, including protective arrows, mage armor, and stone skin on the spot, and plunged straight into his chest.

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