"A member of the Arcane Renaissance?"

Adler repeated the title syllable-by-syllable, taking a closer look at the badge on the chest of the man who claimed to be the Sword of Benevolence, before turning his head to look at the other true core members of the Arcane Revival Society.

Those mages also looked like they had seen a monster, but they could all recognize that the badge was indeed genuine, and one of the mages nodded: "That's really the badge of the peripheral members, bound to the spirit, and can't be worn on other people." He's really one of our outlying members, but I've never seen this guy before. ”

"Little Doria, you have a lot of contact with these guys in the Executive Department, do you know him, what are you doing?" someone turned to ask the young man named Pinris. only to find that this guy had slipped to the door at some point, and looked like he was ready to run away at any moment.

"I don't know, guys, I don't know anything. Today, I just listened to Alstom's notice from that dead fat man, saying that I came here because there is a big man who can give us great benefits and a great future, and I don't know anything......" The young member of the executive department raised his hands in front of his chest, and shirked everything, and he was standing by the door, his body faintly exuding arcane fluctuations, obviously ready to get out of the arcane at any moment ready to turn around and escape.

This man must have known something. Archmage Adler glanced at the young man hiding by the door, ignoring it, but he was sure that today's gathering was a premeditated trap. Who would be behind it, or what kind of organization would be? It's not hard for an archmage to guess.

Looking at the Sword of Benevolence in front of him, Archmage Adler asked, "During this time, our integration operation in Oroyosta has not been as smooth as expected, and there are various signs that there seems to be a deeply hidden organization that is hindering us and competing with us for the materials and talents of the Revival Society. Is that you?"

"No, you're thinking too much. I'm just a member of the Renaissance Church who is filled with a sense of justice and is outraged by your actions. The Sword of Benevolence clenched its fists, but the sound of clicking and clicking burst out from the joints of his body, like fried beans.

"Wait, do you really want to do it here?" Adler stepped back, raising his hand. He looked outside the box, where Miss Ulysses was thanking the performers on stage, the audience below was clapping and cheering, and some of them were going up to give flowers and gifts. "Do you know what this place is, and who are down there?"

The Sword of Benevolence smiled. He pointed to Master Alstom on the ground and said, "This fat man told me that it is most appropriate to snipe you on this occasion, because you don't believe that anyone would use violence on such an occasion, and even if you do, you have scruples. I have to say that this fat man, in addition to being a little mean, has good judgment. ”

Archmage Adler glanced at Alston on the ground again, but a chill rose in his heart. Indeed, he was accomplished in the arcane arts, but he was not very fond of fighting. In fact, this is the norm for most aristocratic mages nowadays, for those who were born in peacetime, arcane is a religion, an art, a status symbol, and fighting to the death with human bayonets is the business of battle mages in the army. If it weren't for duels and entertainment such as hunting, many noble mages wouldn't even bother to memorize the arcane of battle.

"Of course, he must have some other purpose. I'm willing to bet that as soon as we make a move, the double masking circle just now will lose its effect, and then the heroic gesture of me blowing up Archmage Inclere's head with one punch will be seen by hundreds of people around below at the same time, and his pathetic interference scroll will have long since disappeared, and he can even pretend to be an innocent poor passerby fat man, and all the blame will fall on my head at that time. It's really a good plan, and it deserves to be the elite talent of the planning department of the Renaissance Association. It's just a pity that he miscalculated the eye of a warrior of love and justice who sees through everything and sees into all wisdom, so now lying there like a dead pig waiting for death is his fate. ”

"Good. It seems that you are also a very sensible person. Archmage Adler nodded. He still didn't have any desire to do anything. "Then we can use non-violent means to solve our conflict, and I think we can sit down and talk......"

"No, violence is the simplest and most direct solution to the problem. What better way to express the difference in our position and our strength than for me, a peripheral member of the Revival Society, to beat you up in front of so many people?" the Sword of Charity shook his head affirmatively, a strange glint in his eyes. "Also, I'm standing here talking so much nonsense with you, giving you so much time, and you're still so lax, do you underestimate me so much?"

At the same time that the last syllable of that sentence fell, or at the same time that Archmage Adler heard it, the figure of the Sword of Benevolence had already arrived in front of him, and there was a silent but seemingly capable fist that could smash everything.

Of course, it wasn't really silent, but the speed of his punch was already faster than the sound. He didn't punch until he had said that, but the punch arrived at the same time as his words.

With a bang, the violent air swept through the box and threw a lot of debris out, which was the aftermath of the punch, and the figure of Archmage Adler shattered and dissipated at the same time as the punch, but at the same time he appeared in the air outside the box, standing in the air.

"Hmph, what a madman!" Archmage Adler couldn't help but glare at the box. He didn't like to fight, and he wouldn't be completely unprepared for what the Sword of Benevolence said in such a situation, but an archmage's communication on the magic web was not yet noticed by his level of arcane ability. The root of staying in place was already an extremely real illusion, and he himself had already fallen into a state of complete concealment and came to another location, which was an illusion as high as the eight rings, and the extremely realistic 'real simulacrum'.

After reaching the level of lawfulness, illusion actually has quite a 'real' attribute, which is a kind of mirror image and projection of the real world. That simulacrum just now can not only speak, breathe, do anything that a real entity can do, exude a real breath of life, and even use arcane arts to a certain extent, it can be said that it is not only an illusion that confuses the opponent, but also a helper with considerable combat power, not inferior to a high-level mage in terms of ability, but it was completely destroyed without playing a single role under that punch.

Surprisingly, such a movement did not attract much attention from people in the theater. Because several aristocratic teenagers in front of the stage seemed to be fighting because they were scrambling to give gifts to Miss Ulysses, they actually used arcane magic to attack each other on the spot, and a crooked fireball exploded on the curtain and burned raging flames, and several force field impacts collided with each other, and the sound was much more lively than here, and most people's attention was attracted by that side, even if they heard it, it was only the aftermath of which teenager's spell.

Of course, there were still a few mages who were well-dressed and extraordinary, and there were many followers around them who noticed it, after all, the fluctuations emitted by the eight-ring arcane were not comparable to the low-ring arcane of the teenagers and girls over there, and they all looked up at the Adler archmage who was standing in the air, revealing a look of astonishment.

"Hahahaha, okay, didn't disappoint me!" In the messy box, the Sword of Benevolence laughed. The missed punch didn't seem to surprise him, but cheered him up. He turned his head to look at Archmage Adler in mid-air outside, the light in his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The other mages in the box were still stunned and at a loss, of course, they were not injured in the aftermath just now, after all, these are all one in a thousand arcane talents, even if they are still confused about this change, they only instinctively reacted and used protective arcane, and two of them also protected the Alstom mage who was humming on the ground by the way.

"Inclave's guy!" the Sword of Benevolence rushed to the entrance of the observation deck and roared at Archmage Adler in mid-air. "It's just a bunch of hillbilly nouveau riche, who dare to dig into the corners of our Arcane Revival Society in Oroyosta, I really don't know whether to live or die! Do you think that with just a few of your stinky money, you can buy us a piece of our passion for the arcane arts, a piece of loyalty to the Empire?"

This roar filled the entire theater, even more powerful than the highest treble of Ulysses just now, and it went straight to the mind, and this time it attracted the attention of everyone in the entire theater, even the young men and girls who were fighting with arcane arts, and some were fighting together, stopped their hands and looked up at the archmage in the air and the sword of benevolence standing in the stands of the box.

"This guy ......," Archmage Adler was shocked and angry. However, for this strange man, he no longer dares to underestimate him, and the words he shouted just now seem vulgar and rude, but in fact, they have a great impact on the scene. The position of the Arcane Revival Society in the hearts of the nobles of the imperial capital is actually extremely delicate, although no one is willing to openly support this extreme organization, but even if it falls to the point where it is now, no nobles have jumped out to beat the water dogs, because Arcane and the Empire are the pride of these mages, and what the Revival Society does is to express this pride in an extreme way, which is inappropriate, but many people agree with it in their hearts, otherwise it will not be able to collect so much support and cooperation just by bundling the Revival Society with some interests.

And Incre's impression is another thing in the hearts of the Imperial Capital, even if there is no one who doesn't like Incre's gem crystals and Augin, there are only a few people who are willing to accept them sincerely. The fellow's shouting here made it clear that even if he could not immediately win the support of these nobles, surely no one would want to intervene in his way, and in vain he would have a reputation for helping the hillbilly pry into the corner. On the contrary, if there is a reckless or yin owl, it is very likely that he will stumble openly and secretly.

"Hillbilly accept the wrath of the arcane, watch the Pegasus Meteor Fist!" The sword of benevolence swung its fists in unison, and dozens of cyclone-wrapped orbs flew densely towards Archmage Adler.

"Storm of secondary missiles?" Ignoring the strange screams, Archmage Adler could certainly tell that this was a five-ring arcane of force field systems, and although those force field missiles seemed to be faster and carried some undue cyclones, the signs in the magic net were not bad at all.

This five-ring arcane technique was almost like a breeze to the archmage, and Adler only used a tenth of his spirit to build two force field walls in front of him, while carefully thinking about how to deal with this seemingly insane opponent next. Killing on the spot is definitely not an option, and Incre is about to increase the influence of the Great Plains and Oroyosta, at which point it would be foolish to fall into the tongue, and the man doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. But the forces behind this trap today must be clarified, and it seems that it is best to find an excuse that no one can find fault with him to restrain him, and then ......

The strange creak of the force field shattering suddenly sounded, and Archmage Adler was shocked to find that the two force field barriers that could theoretically absolutely resist the force field missiles were shattered like thin sheets of glass, and only a few force field missiles were neutralized, and the rest dozens were still falling towards him like a storm.

Such a close distance and such a sudden situation have long exceeded the reaction limit of the mentally unfocused Adler Archmage, but fortunately, he also has a high-level mage armor attached to his body that automatically activates when he enters the combat state, which is far more advanced than the force field barrier, and there is a compressed air flow between the reinforced force fields, which is enough to resist most blunt physical attacks. The missile that pierced through the barrier of the force field smashed into the mage's armor and only made a muffled sound, causing the archmage's body to shake for a moment.

However, there were still two force field missiles that were completely different from the others, and the mage armor actually shattered under their impact, although the compressed air flow between the armor gushed out, but a strange impact still reached Adler's archmage. He felt as if someone had hit him hard in his lower abdomen and shoulder, especially his lower abdomen, as if a fist had entered his abdomen and he was pulling hard in it a few times, and the pain was so severe that he almost fainted.

"Hahahaha!" laughed, and the sword of benevolence was already flying towards Archmage Adler. "Accept the sanction of justice. ”

Boom two surging air currents swept through the air, and the two punches that the Sword of Benevolence flew at actually missed again, and the figure of Archmage Adler, who had just fallen down, disappeared in place, and his two punches only stirred up some air currents in vain. A chubby old man below waved his hand, and even the air currents immediately dissipated.

Transforming into a force field barrier and standing in mid-air, the Sword of Benevolence carefully felt the breath and air currents around it, and even used a reconnaissance arcane that saw through invisibility, but it still couldn't find the trace of the archmage. However, his action of standing on the wall of the force field caused many nobles below to exclaim, the plane purely constructed by the force field theoretically has no friction at all, and the force field can provide some friction after being disturbed, but if you want to stand firmly on it, this is an ability that only a few legendary arcane warriors can have.

The Sword of Benevolence didn't have time to pay attention to the screams and noise below, and to stand on such an extremely smooth plane, it only needed some light martial arts on the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou. He only felt a headache now, this was the first time he had fought these archmages who had truly mastered the power of the arcane, and it was far more troublesome than he had expected. His perception is still far inferior to that of a Daomen Jindan master like Liu Xuanying, and the martial arts he practices are far inferior to the subtlety and subtlety of the True Martial Sect, and the level of arcane arts is even more of a class axe, so in the face of these law-based high-ring arcane arts, it really makes him feel like a mouse has nowhere to start.

"That hillbilly is burning under the curtain in front of the left, it's the 'real concealment' of the seven-ring arcane, and the magic net is absolutely undetectable if it is not perceived enough. Suddenly, a gloomy, hoarse and strange voice came out, and it seemed to be sounding all over the theater at the same time, and it was impossible to tell where it came from.

"Haha, righteous friends are everywhere!" the sword of benevolence suddenly turned in the direction of the burning curtain, and slammed out with a palm. "Beidou just palm wave!"

A huge palm with a diameter of about three meters appeared out of thin air, with a turbulent air flow quickly whistling towards the bottom of the curtain, this is the five-ring arcane force field push high-hand, which seems to be similar to the seven-ring arcane force field giant hand, but there is a world of difference in the flexibility of the manipulation, the grip is very reluctant, and it can only be used for such simple pushing, hammering, and other actions.

Dozens of identical figures of Archmage Adler suddenly appeared at the same time under the burning curtain, and then quickly scattered in all directions. In fact, from an arcane point of view, this five-ring arcane is very easy to defend, but the previous experience has made Adler Archmage no longer dare to underestimate these seemingly low-ring arcane arts.

Sure enough, the force field push palm hit the position of Adler Archmage after he escaped, this force field impact type arcane could only smash the back wall at most or directly smash a hole, but with a strange and dull concussion sound, the entire wall and the huge column were completely shattered like a slammed biscuit, and even the figures of the nearest few Adler archmages were shattered together.

The blow was so powerful that most of the people in the theater screamed in amazement, as the shock and the damage to the pillars, along with the surrounding walls and some of the roofs on the heights, began to crumble, countless fragments of buildings of all sizes rained down, all sorts of protective arcane light flashed below, and some teenagers and girls rushed desperately towards the stands to protect their idols.

An inexplicable force swept through the theater, and all the walls and roofs that were collapsing and falling were all frozen and stopped in mid-air, and even the slightest sand and gravel did not continue to fall, obviously a certain archmage made a move.

"The three-dimensional coordinate system 4, 8, 9 is true. However, he can always swap out illusions of 9, 12, 25, 2, 4, 13, 7, 11, and 5, and the rest is just pure illusions. The yin and yang strange voice sounded again, and it directly reported the operation method in the arcane equation, obviously also seeing the arcane of the sword of benevolence. The voice was still audible and audible, but it was impossible to tell who was speaking and from what direction.

Before the Sword of Benevolence could make a move, the figures of the scattered dozens of Archmages of Adler disappeared, leaving only the only real one, which made the Sword of Benevolence not rush further, and he guessed that this was the prelude to the archmage to fight with all his might. With those well-meaning unknown speakers in the theater to explain, he could have waited to appreciate the archmage's arcane arts.

Indeed, at this moment, Archmage Adler's heart no longer has the slightest leisure and leisure, and there is no indecisive hesitation, the horror and tension between life and death just now, and the heavy pressure of ill intentions around him at this moment have completely refined his mind.

He wiped the blood that had soaked from his mouth, which was caused by the impact of the first two force field missiles. At this moment, Archmage Adler was infinitely grateful to Miss Thomas for forcibly equipping him with these emergency arcane props, if it weren't for the 'pain isolation' and 'real concealment' in the prop sequence, he would have been killed by that man in front of everyone's eyes, or he would have been caught even more shamefully.

Now this theater is no longer full of art and civilization, only full of malice, and there is no point in using any deceptive illusions, and it is impossible to hide from the strange man who is secretly scanning him with reconnaissance arcane. For those people, this is a real drama that is extremely enjoyable to watch, dozens of times better than the drama just now, and the ugliness of a hillbilly from Inclave is undoubtedly the climax that everyone is looking forward to.

So let's take a look at what is really good-looking, the true bearing of an Inclave. Archmage Adler stepped onto the stage with his head held high, and those aristocratic boys and girls, as well as actors and singers, all avoided it.

The Sword of Benevolence was still standing on the force field barrier in mid-air, looking at Archmage Adler with both hands on his chest for a long time, and even smiled slightly after Master Adler stood still, looked at each other, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Funny guys. Archmage Adler also smiled slightly, and by this time his hand had already taken something out of the folding bag, which was a huge finger of pale blue and the thickness of a child's arm. The constructed arcane equation began to work, and under the deep power of the magic web, this strange finger began to disintegrate into countless tiny points of light and then disappeared, transforming into a deeper legal existence.

Feeling the deep power of the arcane mind coming from the magic web like a tidal wave, Archmage Adler couldn't help but reach out and hook it towards the Sword of Benevolence.