At the same time as Feng Yinqiu disappeared, an old man stepped out of the void above and fell to the ground.

The position where he appeared was obviously at least twenty or thirty meters above the ground, and the old man's stride was not large, but he stood on the ground with such a light step, as if he had stepped a few centimeters down.

Aside from a few blue tattoos on his face, the old man looked unremarkable, his hair and beard unkempt as if he had never been taken care of in his life, and the outfit of a strange mage robe he wore was so old that it looked like it had been picked out of a grocery store corner. But at this moment, even the Marquis of Navarro, looking at this old man, he no longer dared to give birth to the slightest sense of superiority of the so-called nobles.

Every archmage who has survived from the Imperial Era itself represents the glory of the empire, the glory of the arcane, and they represent the arcane, which is the meaning of nobility.

"Master Minsk, if you drag it any longer, I might really be killed by that Westerner!" Mage Diesel breathed a sigh of relief, patting his thick chest, he was still rude.

"This Westerner is weird, and I have to be sure enough to make a move. The old man replied lightly. His gaze swept over everyone present, and finally landed on Gawain and the female mage Motri. "You guys are weird too. The high-level paladin of the Guardian Hand is just that, why would the people of the Arcane Academy get involved with a group of Westerners?"

"That's... Archmage of Minsk... One of the eight archmages of Inclera—" The female mage's voice intervened, her mouth bitter. She hadn't seen this old man, but that didn't prevent her from knowing the identity of this old man, as a person who had pursued arcane all her life, every archmage was her goal and object of study.

"What was the arcane just now, and how happened to Mr. Wind?" Gawain knew the old man as well. Nor did he act rashly. He also knew very well what an archmage who had crossed the wall of law and fused his soul with the magic web could do, which was essentially different from ordinary high-level arcanists.

"He's fine for now. That's supposed to be a prison of imaginary numbers. An eight-ring arcane that warps space. He didn't actually move, just trapped in the distorted space. The female mage replied in a low voice, she was naturally far superior to Gawain in her knowledge of high-level arcane. "That arcane is usually used to imprison powerful magical beasts like ancient dragons, and it seems that we can't count on him for the time being. ”

"I ask you, little girl. The Archmage of Minsk turned around, and a pair of seemingly old eyes stared at the female mage from afar, although there was no compelling divine light, but it also made the female mage feel a burst of pressure. "Which professor's subordinate are you, and if I find out you're lying, I'll send you back to the Arcane Academy as lab material. ”

"Professor Jennifer Jefferson's second-level assistant, researcher Jeris Motri, is here to greet Master Minsk. The female mage tried to bow with a gesture that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Professor Jefferson? Good, seems interesting. You can survive. The Archmage of Minsk turned his gaze to Gawain. "Holy Warrior, I don't really want to argue with the Hand of Guardian, so you can leave immediately. ”

"That's not going to work, Archmage. Gawain was still so tired and weak, but he didn't hesitate to say what came out of his mouth. "That Mr. Wind is a guest of the West Coast Guardian Hand and the Temple of Daylight, and a friend of mine, and I must be responsible for his safety. If you want me to leave, please remove the arcane that trapped him, and I'll take him away. ”

This answer seemed to surprise the Archmage of Minsk a little, and then he suddenly sneered: "Maybe sometimes a little argument is not bad. ”

As soon as the words fell, countless piercing screams sounded in the air, and the dense layers converged into a huge torrent and roared towards Gao Wen. But there is nothing tangible or dynamic in sight.

"The Sword of Guard. Gao Wen let out a low snort, the light of the fighting spirit on his body flashed, and he raised his hand to draw his sword. The tip of his sword froze slowly, as if there was a mountain on it, and the fighting energy in his whole body seemed to be flowing slowly with this sluggish sword.

This was only a half-blink of an eye, and the torrent sound formed by the convergence of countless screams had already fallen into place, turning into a loud bang. Gawain flew backwards as if he had been struck by an invisible torrent, and a large chunk of the ground he was standing on beneath his feet was dug away, turning into a dust dragon that flew with the torrent of sound.

For everything that actually happened not far from him, Feng Yinqiu didn't notice it. He was in a chaotic, hazy landscape at the moment, left and right, up and down, not even on the ground, as if he was floating in mid-air, and as if he had been falling downward. After those multiple transparent barriers squeezed him up, he instantly appeared in such a strange environment.

Several arcane arts, including the Great Five Elements Extermination Divine Light, were all used, but they did not have the slightest effect on the strange environment around them. Although he hadn't heard the female mage's explanation to Gawain, Feng Yinqiu still vaguely guessed his current situation, which should be a cage created by distorted space.

On the continent of Europe, the laws of heaven and earth are very different, and the reason for the arcane spellcasting network that blends with heaven and earth is that the arcane art is a hundred times easier to distort in general than the land of Shenzhou. Although there are also Sumeru in the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, there are similar supernatural powers in the mustard seeds, and they are all the top-notch, which can be called the means of direct access to the gods at the pinnacle of the world, and in the arcane system of Euro, things like folding bags are props that many high-level mages can make.

The principle of the folding bag is to 'bend' the space encased in the arcane circle, so that it can hold larger and more items. And in the seemingly endless chaotic place in front of him, Feng Yinqiu was almost certain to be the result of magnifying and strengthening the 'bending' of the folding bag thousands of times.

Of course, this is just like an ordinary person who can gain ten pounds by eating 100 catties of food, but it does not mean that he can gain 10,000 catties by eating 100,000 catties of food. Reality is not a simple superposition of numbers, the folding bag can only shrink and twist things to one-twentieth at most, and it is impossible to accommodate arcane and lifeforms, and now this distorted space cannot even destroy the root elemental fluctuations. This should be at least an arcane with more than eight rings.

That is, the one who made the sneak attack was an archmage who had crossed the wall of law and mastered the arcane in the true sense. The wind groans and the autumn groans. He had never encountered such an enemy, and he was sure that even if the force field giant hand he mastered, the rainbow light jet was better than the pure arcane in manipulation because of the fusion with the innate spirit rune in the universal true talisman, and with the universal true talisman as the backing, he should not be inferior to the archmage in the absolute number of arcane, but he was still at an absolute disadvantage compared to the kind of true arcane master who was unique in ten thousand.

And now the first thing is how to get out of here.

"Master Minsk, now that you have the absolute initiative, you can expel him and kill him again. Over here...... Our Rodriguez family will have a lot of trouble. ”

Baron Navarro's face turned a little blue as he looked at the billowing smoke after Gawain was knocked away. In fact, when he commanded the golem to attack before, he didn't really think about putting these three people whose identities had been revealed to death completely. Even if they are both invaders, the Western barbarians are fundamentally different from the paladins of the Guardian Hand. In Navarro's opinion, it is enough to teach a lesson to a serious injury, as long as no one is killed, there is still room for negotiation between him and the temple, and it is a trouble for everyone to really let a high-ranking priest die in his own home. When the bald hillbilly suddenly commanded the three hidden Imcre golems to suddenly carry out arcane bombardment, he already wanted to scold his mother, and now this archmage who suddenly appeared was still so direct and rude.

"It doesn't matter, tell the Guardian Hand, let them come to Inclere for me. "The Archmage of Minsk behaved as easily as if he had killed a chicken. Then he smiled again. "Don't panic, look, isn't it dead yet. ”

The dust gradually cleared, and Gawain's figure gradually became clear, and he was strolling from a distance with the long sword in his hand. The archmage's instantaneous blow just now knocked him out like a pebble, falling at least a hundred meters away, and even the ground under his feet was pulled out by that arcane force into a huge ditch several meters deep and tens of meters long, but now it seemed that he had just accidentally fallen, except for some more dirt on his body, he didn't look like there was any change at all, and even the look on his face was still so faintly tired, as if he had just woken up from a sleep of less than three hours.

"Interesting, how did you rely on only one sword to block the undead end slash of a thousand and twenty-four sound blades?" "Archmage Minsk's eyes lit up, revealing a deep curiosity. "I just used this Extreme Sound Blade Torrent to slice a Highland Jack elephant to pieces twenty-three days ago, and I can't do that with my fighting spirit alone. ”

"There are a thousand and twenty-four?" Gawain waved the long sword in his hand, looking disapproving. He kept walking, still unhurriedly. "How did I only count to one hundred and eighty-four, was it because I was dazzled, or are you old and have a memory loss?"

"It's really a thousand and twenty-four, you can count them again this time. The Archmage of Minsk smiled, opened his hands, and closed his mouth at the approaching Gawain, while spat out a very strange humming sound from his mouth.

Overcoming the obstacles of the laws of the world, the caster fuses his soul with the magic web, and the way to activate the arcane is also different, the speed and strength of connecting the magic net to build the arcane equation are greatly increased, as long as it is not continuously and unlimitedly, many illegal arcane can be activated instantly. Depending on each archmage's understanding of the arcane, the focus is different, and the arcane can be recombined to a certain extent.

Only a caster who crosses the wall of law can be considered a true Arcanist. This is an old saying from the Age of Empires, and although in this era, archmages have become rare transcendent beings, but it does not prevent them from being far more powerful than ordinary mages.

As before, countless whistling and piercing sounds returned, but this time instead of converging into a one-way torrent, they emanated from the air in all directions and then enveloped each other into a swirling storm towards the center of Gawain.

Gao Wen raised his sword, still as dignified and slow as before, but this time his whole person also moved together, flying and spinning like a spinning top, but the sword in his hand seemed slow and clumsy, and it looked extremely strange.

In an instant, a storm-like scream drowned Gawain out, and countless clouds of smoke and dirt flew up, like an invisible giant meat grinder running wildly, tearing the area apart.

"Your Excellency Minsk... Is it really necessary to do this? Can't we just expel us?" Motri, a female mage not far away, looked at the shattered territory and couldn't help but speak. She doesn't have a good impression of the clergy, and the protective hand is not much better, but after all, she came with Gawain, and she can be regarded as a companion, at this time, it is very embarrassing to look at it from the sidelines, although she has considerable confidence in her arcane level, but in the face of an archmage, she can't afford to have any idea of making a move, and the suppression caused by the gap in rank in the same system is absolute, and this archmage can even interfere from the magic net to make her arcane unable to form.

"Of course. If it weren't for Professor Jefferson, I would have killed you. The Archmage of Minsk replied in the affirmative. "I don't know what your plans and tasks are, but don't stand in the way of our plans. Got it?"

"Got it. The female mage could only nod obediently. She knew very well that in the face of an archmage who had survived from the Age of Empires, she was not worth mentioning either arcane arts, wit, or any little trick. Judging from what happened to Gawain, this archmage is obviously not a good talker, let alone a person who likes to talk nonsense.

At this time, the changes on Gawain's side seemed a little strange, although the smoke and dust made people unable to see anything, but they could be heard clearly, and those chaotic whistling sounds like a rainstorm hitting plantains were becoming orderly, and seemed to be gradually being controlled by an equally invisible force.

Slowly, Gawain's figure gradually became visible, and the flying dust was also being stirred and dissipated by a stream of air, and it could be seen that he was not crushed by the countless invisible strangulations, but he was still wielding the long sword in his hand in that fast and clumsy way. It was with the dance of the long sword in his hand that the countless whistling sounds gradually converged, and the dust in mid-air was gathered by the air flow into a spinning dragon.

Suddenly, the long sword in Gawain's hand swung, and the dusty air dragon rushed towards the Minsk Archmage with a huge whistling sound that had been condensed.

The Archmage of Minsk took a step back, but it was this step, the long dragon and the whistling torrent just couldn't get close to him, and finally it could only gradually decay and dissipate. He looked at Gao Wen, and the look of surprise on his face became stronger and stronger: "Is the fighting spirit of the Guardian Hand such a big improvement in protection, it really surprises me." What was the martial art just now? I had never seen it in any other paladin who guarded the hand. ”

"I learned it from those Western friends not long ago, and I have to say that their martial arts are very good and their civilization is very deep. I learned a lot from it. Gawain shook the sword in his hand and continued to walk forward. Now you can see that his body is covered with scars, a piece of leather armor is already full of holes, almost impossible to see the original shape, and his body is also full of cut wounds, but it seems that the protective effect of the fighting spirit is something, these wounds look very shallow, and there is not much blood flowing.

"Looks like you've made up your mind, and you're trying your best to stall here. Do you want to delay until reinforcements arrive, or do you want to delay until my imaginary prison expires?" watched Gawain get closer, Archmage Minsk's curiosity dissipated, and mockery gradually squeezed out of his eyes. "It's a pity that this space prison lasts in days, and even months if I want to. And you don't really think that just a few improvised barbarian martial arts can bother me, do you?"

"If it's the Temple of Daylight, a high-ranking priest like the Night Lady, maybe it's still possible. If it is just a guardian hand, the limitations of the secondary gods doom the level of law you touch to only stop at the superficial layer of conceptualization derived from the realm of life. Come on, let's see if you can surprise me a little, and then use the barbarian martial arts you learned to resist it, this is the first time I've used this ionization phalanx against the priests of the secondary gods. ”

With the voice of the Archmage of Minsk, countless electric lights continued to be generated within a range of tens of meters, and then condensed into hundreds of interconnected ball lightning bolts of various sizes that filled the void, forming a huge three-dimensional cage, and then shrank towards Gawain.

Gawain raised his sword again, but his face turned a little pale in the light of lightning. The Archmage of Minsk is not wrong when he says that the Guardian Hand is a secondary god after all, and the 'Guardian' is only a conceptual law derived from the realm of life, and its application is broad, but it can never be compared with the conceptual laws that make up the world such as the sun and night, let alone the existence of the root of the elements.

Even so, his sword momentum remained steady, and his steps did not back down in the slightest, facing these thunderball grids formed by the arcane warping wind elemental, like a loyal lighthouse watchman facing a huge tsunami that was about to engulf him, knowing that he would be crushed in the next second, but still holding on to the light in his hand until the last second.

At this time, the Archmage of Minsk suddenly looked stunned again. There were so many surprises he had today, almost as much as a year or two of surprise in his usual days. It was not an easy task to surprise him, an old man who was over a hundred years old and had seen countless storms since the age of empires.

However, this time the surprise did not come from Gawain, but the empty clearing not far from Gawain, where Feng Yinqiu had disappeared before. The scene was constantly distorting, the empty thing was becoming fragmented, and suddenly it seemed to be pulled and distorted by some great force.

From the perspective of the Archmage of Minsk, it is the arcane 'virtual prison' he maintains there that is being greatly disturbed, the inexplicable force is tearing from the inside, and the magic web circuit drawn by the arcane equation is on the verge of collapse.

"How is that possible?" the Minsk Archmage shouted in astonishment, and the twisted and shattered scene on that side swelled to the limit, and then completely returned to normal, and a figure suddenly appeared from the void.

This time, it wasn't just the Archmage of Minsk, everyone shouted in unison, because what emerged from the void was not the newly disappeared Wind Yinqiu, or even a person, but a half-human, half-wolf monster covered in long brown hair.

This monster is two meters tall, dark brown fur, slender and thick limbs, some like a great ape with a wolf's head, a rich and direct human heart of the wild primitive aura emanating from this monster towards everyone, several mages led by Baron Navarro directly knelt on the ground, they almost mistakenly thought that this was no longer their manor, but an ancient wilderness that had been detached from all the breath of civilization.

This primitive and savage aura, this twisted and strong appearance, this seemed to be a terrifying monster, but all who looked at him did not feel that way, even the mages who were frightened and weak. The bulging muscles and slender bones on the body of this monster make people feel a sense of power from the sight, the long brown hair floats with a strange luster, far more beautiful than the fur of any animal, the huge wolf head seems to be a statue of a god that has been worshiped for thousands of years, simple and long, and the eyes seem to be connected to the deepest part of the starry sky, mysterious and incredible.

It is a powerful, primitive, dangerous, but also full of grace and mystery, which feels like it reaches the deepest part of the soul, and everyone who sees it can intuitively understand that this is not a beast, but something that condenses a higher level of meaning, and makes people can't help but have the urge to worship.