Although Feige shouted "Ah old man, Ah old man" to the soul that lodged in his body all day long, it was a mage god, an important god of the eight hundred—important in any other world. Mages need to learn in order to gain knowledge and power, and they are often the ones who have mastered the "first productive forces" and are very important in any society.

It's a pity that there is a powerful goddess of magic on the old man, and she is still the first batch of major gods in the world, and she is stable over most of the other gods in terms of status and strength. The mage god Azus not only belonged to one of the most of these gods who were suppressed, but his divine power and priesthood were promoted and assigned by the goddess of magic, and he also maintained a partnership for a period of time. This kind of partnership is very intriguing, and the only thing that is certain is that as a partner on the one hand, the old man has never had an affair, let alone a child.

Although he is on the fringes of his god system, the position of the god of mages is still very important. Speaking of which, I have to briefly introduce the priesthood, divine powers, and divine personality. Priesthood is "what kind of work this guy is responsible for", divine power is "how much influence this guy has on the surrounding environment", and godhead is "how to determine how powerful he really is in the form of hierarchy".

Old man Ah belongs to the weak divine power, he did not continue to ascend, and he feels that it has a lot to do with the goddess of magic. As a powerful divine power, the goddess of magic has little impact on a weak divine power, and if she creates a medium divine power and is also a mage god, I am afraid that she will also have to weigh whether she will threaten herself. The goddess of magic is very fond of weighing, and the result of weighing back and forth is: she still has to save the old man.

Her discovery was first blocked by the King of Hell, Asmoders, and prevented her from proceeding. Although she hated the king of hell so much, the goddess of magic could do nothing against this powerful opponent huddled in the depths of hell. Considering that she had been, and was likely to be, dealing with a reputable and capable demon king, she wisely gave up her plan to be tough and positive.

Since the detection of the spell was hindered by the Demon King, the person she was looking for was most likely in Hell, and it was related to Asmodeirs. When you think about the recent events in hell, none of them can compare to the end of a bloody battle. Asmodeirs "somehow" threw the bottomless abyss into chaos, which changed the relationship between the entire outer plane. Everyone is trying to find a way to guard or resist the devils attacking everywhere, but the goddess of magic keenly feels that this "certain method" should be related to the old man.

Obviously, in order to investigate this matter, it is necessary to send real elite soldiers, after all, even the goddess of magic does not want to do such a thing as stepping into hell, let alone others? So, after weighing back and forth, she sent the legendary mage Lao Yi, who likes to wear red robes, the powerful warlock Xiaobu, and the thoughtful Lao Hei surnamed Kai with a black staff.

Lao Yi is a very obedient male mage who is very much loved by the goddess of magic - it is said that the words "happy with the goddess of magic" can be removed without affecting the meaning of the whole sentence. The warlock Xiaobu is the daughter of the goddess of magic, she is now the wife of Lao Yi, and the most famous event in her life is to uproot an evil mage organization that is all dressed in red robes, killing hundreds of red-robed mages is not enough to vent her anger, and she has to whip the corpse from time to time. Although she has a short temper, she is deeply in love with Lao Yi.

Lao Hei is a serious and serious person, he rescued Lao Yi's sister from the influence of the evil artifact, and then had an extra wife by the way, so he is also a relative of the previous couple. Because he knew too much about the characteristics of the two of them, after receiving this task, his stomach suddenly hurt, and then he had an idea: "In terms of spell ability and wisdom, it is obviously enough now." It's better to find someone who can aspire to goodness, freedom, light, and no pulling, even in the midst of darkness and evil, preferably a warrior - or a ranger - as long as he's not a mage. So, he went to find his wife's sister, and through various relationships, he found Xiao Cui, a real dark-skinned double-knife ranger.

The trio enters from the first floor of Hell and investigates the clues step by step. They went to the lever position of the Plane Force-Shift Charm, but they didn't have the ability to transcend the parallel world, so they couldn't see the problem, and naturally got into a dead end. After that, they continued to collect intelligence from the devil's rumors, decrypted and analyzed layer by layer, made bold inferences, and then carefully verified, hitting their heads again and again. In the end, there was really no way, and they were ready to ask for news from the Devil Lord.

The Devil Lord who can cooperate with them must have a big picture and preferably know some magic, so as to avoid unnecessary conflicts caused by miscalculation of strength on both sides. So they set their sights on the Magic Light Killing Cannon, believing that the inventor and arms dealer of this magic weapon was smart enough and valued enough for profit. It was by chance that they found Feiqi's territory, where they smelled the old man's divine power.

Scouting, infiltrating, and researching all in one go, but Feige didn't know it. His energy was all focused on the Empire of the Yongli Continent and the Devil's Fortress of the Second World, and a grand attack required his constant attention.

On that day, Feige was meeting with the working group to recognize those who had done the best. At the same time, some of the outstanding farmers, breeders, and artisans who appeared in the first year of the empire were rewarded on this day. The best warriors of the Knights of Hell and the Imperial Guard will not be left behind, but they will have to wait one more day, and tomorrow will be the time for them to receive their own medals and bonuses, plus some special perks that they can enjoy within the Empire. This awards week couldn't have been better in the middle of summer, with the vibrancy outside echoing the excitement inside the palace, and the atmosphere of the whole celebration was pushed to a climax.

Fei Qi rarely showed a smiling face, which made the important ministers of the inner court who had been nervous for a long time a lot easier. Just as Feige raised his wine glass to kick off the banquet, a sharp pain suddenly hit his chest, and he threw the wine glass away. In an instant, various protective spells were activated in chains, and colorful light enveloped Feiqi, but the attack did not come from the outside. Feige's soul was battered, the damage came from the other half of Hell, and his protective magic was of no use.

As soon as Feige's body went limp, he fell to the side, and Sam put his shoulders under Feiqi's body to try to lift him, but he was blown away by the protective magic. It was only when Shani reached out and grabbed Feiqi that the protective magic did not attack. She put one of Feige's arms on her shoulder and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Feige looked at Shani's eyes red from bloodshot, and his chest was not breaking. Silver flames shot out from the ruptured wound, and all the casters present felt that their mana had been severely affected. Shani asked the question again, and Feige barely glanced at her, then used her strength to get to her feet and spoke to everyone.

"Let the enemy inflict their damage on me! I am the Emperor, and I will bear it!" the wound on his body grew larger and larger, and was almost about to split in half. Silver flames spread out, enveloping Feige entirely. He pushed Shani away, staggered, and said in a weak but firm tone, "Wait until I deal with them and come back!"

A silver flash swept across the audience, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes. When they opened it again, they only saw a spatial crack that was rapidly closing, and their Emperor Majesty was gone. Everyone could only look at Xia Ni, hoping that Her Majesty would come up with an idea.

Xia Ni is more anxious and nervous than anyone else. She was the closest, and she knew Feige well, and the wound just now was definitely not caused by the Second World, and it was more likely that there was a major problem with his clone in Hell. It was a clone under the protection of divine power, and if this could be attacked, then the enemy must be extremely powerful, and it might even be the Demon King Asmodeus himself.

The only news that reassured her a little was the silver flame, although it burned Feige from the inside out, there was no evil aura in it, and it was probably not the power of the Demon King. And Feige didn't leave her a "last word", but still had the energy to inspire his subjects, and by the way, he secretly pointed the finger at the second world. Xia Ni sighed, she tried her best to suppress her sadness and nervousness, and said to everyone in a trembling voice, "Keep doing your job and wait for him to come back." This is the first time you've seen such an attack, but ...... Feige had been assassinated many times before. ”

The crowd was indignant and blamed the Second World for starting all this. They comforted Xia Ni and expressed their belief that the powerful emperor would be able to turn the tide and return victorious. Surrounded by the crowd, she felt only dizzy, she hurried away under the pretext of being unwell, returned to her room alone, took out the statue and emblem of the goddess of truth and thunder, and began to pray with her heart.

Feige's soul was devastated, worse than the loss of contact with the doppelganger. He tried to cast a teleportation spell to leave, but before he could enter the spatial passage, he was completely consumed by the silver flames. This strange fire doesn't have much temperature, not even paper, but it can cauterize mana. When the soul wants to influence the outside world, mana is an indispensable and important ingredient. Feiqi's spells became fuel for the silver flames and followed the mana towards his soul, devouring all of his spells in the blink of an eye. Feiqi's body in the Yongli Continent could not maintain its form, and it reverted to black mind-shaping ink and burrowed into the passage. Then his teleportation spell collapsed.

When he went to Hell through the spatial passage, he was powerless to control the spells, unable to resist, and his doppelganger was killed in Hell as well. In this way, at that moment, Feige was indeed killed. After that, Asmodeirs had a sense, and at his behest, a part of the power of Hell came to the aid of the past and began to resurrect Feiqi. The Demon King knew very well that it was a matter of time before Feige was killed, and he kept Feige alive all the time, just to keep him in the way and become a buffer zone. Whether you want to fight hell, release the bottomless abyss, or rescue the old man, you can only start from Feiqi. But no matter how much you toss Feiqi, it won't affect the Demon King himself. As long as he exerts a little power to resurrect the hellish purgatory, he can infinitely consume the power of his opponents.

Feige had only died once, which actually surprised Asmodeirs a little, but his pride did not cause him to doubt it. "The strength of Hell has increased, and all the Devil Lords have become more difficult to deal with, and this is the only thing to do!' Moreover, compared to the benefits drawn from the plane levers, the cost of resurrecting a Deep Hell Purgatory Demon is completely negligible, and he has no need to worry about it at all."

The seventh level of Hell, Feiqi's territory. A silvery-white sword pierced through the chest of the Hellpurgatory and nailed it to the throne. The devil's head was cut off, and his neck was left with neat cross-knife marks. A ball of silver flame burrowed into the devil's body along the sword, burning in its internal organs. The flames came out of the incision in his neck and shot into the sky.

"Have you ever seen a deep hell purgatory with such strong mana?" Xiao Bu said to her husband, who was wearing a red coat, as she looked at the silver fire that soared into the sky. She poked lightly with her elbow, and then lowered her voice: "Could it be that old man just now is real?"

Her voice was soft, but the Black Elf Ranger with the twin knives could hear it clearly. Not to mention the volume, even if it was lower, he could even hear whether the beetle was stepping on the leaf with its left or right foot. He didn't speak, and silence was the best weapon, especially in dark and evil places. He flicked the Hellpurgator head on the ground with his cutlass and rolled it aside. Those godless eyes kept looking at him, making him a little uncomfortable.

"This enemy is not a good enemy. The black-skinned little Cui sheathed the scimitar and said, "It's up to you next, my friend." ”

"Quirky, really weird. As the oldest leader of the three, Lao Yi frowned. He stepped forward, took out his pipe, lit it with a silver flame, and smoked it. The silver flame was abruptly extinguished, leaving only the shell of the Deep Hell Purgatory. The inside had long been burned empty and black, like an old tree after being struck by lightning.

"Killing him doesn't seem to free the power of the mage god. That divine power was obviously bound in hell by stronger rules, at least much stronger than the physical possession. Lao Yi said very seriously: "Now we have to consider a question: what are the rules that can bind the divine power, where is the invisible lock, where is the key, and ......"

"And what?"

Lao Yi's words were rudely interrupted, but the three people present were a little ashamed. The old man's divine soul reappeared next to the headless corpse of the Deep Hell Purgatory, his face and body were all scorched black, which was obviously a reflection of him after the silver fire burned him. "I told you before that hurting this Hellpurgatory is useless, it will backfire!

"You may well have said this under the coercion of your enemy, or it may have been an illusion using your image to deceive. ”

"Xiaobu, your suspicions are too heavy, and you have already suppressed your brains, right?" The old man was angry and said: "You feel that everyone you see is coerced and it is an illusion, so when you see Lao Yi, you will burn it with silver fire without saying a word!"

Lao Yi's lips trembled and he was silent, and his eyes were full of tears, but they were obscured by the mist of the pipe, and they were quickly evaporated by the body heat.

"What's next? The Hellpurgator is dead, but he hasn't been able to complete his mission. Xiaobu snorted and said nonchalantly.

"The Hellpurgatory is dead, this is a Hell Lord, and he will soon be resurrected. The old man sighed: "Every Hell Lord is like a god in the territory, and this one is especially special, there is nothing wrong with saying that he is a god. ”

"Ah, I see!" Xiaobu smiled slightly, his eyes radiating excitement.

The black-skinned little Cui sighed softly and put his hands on the grip of the scimitar. Along the way, this kind of look made him form a conditioned reflex.

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