There is no doubt that if the entire Darrant civilization is compared to an egg, then the council is the yolk part that gathers all the essence.

Despite the numbers, the parliament has always maintained a size of about thirty members, which will neither expand nor shrink.

But the power they possess is almost greater than that of all the remaining casters combined.

As long as the internal contradictions between these 30 people are controlled within a certain range, then no matter how fierce the lower strata of the people are, it is impossible to have any impact on the existing order and distribution of interests, and even if more than half of the expeditionary force defects, they can calmly formulate plans to quell the rebellion little by little.

It can be said that in their eyes, the opponent and the enemy in the real sense are only each other, and the rest are all tools and pawns to be used.

But with the two boys killing one of the councillors in the last raid, everyone in the room realizes that they must solve this life-threatening problem, or something like this is likely to happen again.

It is precisely because of this consensus that the parliamentarians, who have been divided into two factions, have not torn their faces and still maintain their superficial obedience to the speaker.

Admiring the group of "big men" standing on the top of the pyramid of power and power, the boy gently stroked the behemoth lying in place like a pet, grinned and said, "Then let the game begin!"

The words just fell!

A huge device to suppress the geocentric force field immediately began to work with the cooperation of several councillors.

In the blink of an eye, the originally ubiquitous force field was suddenly suppressed to the lowest point.

Even every caster could feel the cheers of magical energy that filled the air.

The Speaker didn't even say a word of nonsense, and raised his hand to shoot out thousands of colorful and dazzling beams.

These beams collide and refract through the air at breakneck speeds, eventually converging together and encircling from all sides like a net.

"Cage of Light?!"

The boy's pupils contracted suddenly.

As a child who grew up on the home planet of Darrant, he had heard the name of this powerful spell, but he had not had the opportunity to obtain the corresponding spell model.

Because this is an exclusive magic, no one can see the mystery behind these magical beams until the creator voluntarily sacrifices them, or until they die.

"Oh, you can recognize it!" said the Speaker, a surprised expression on his face.

After all, he hadn't used this spell a few times since it was invented, and he hadn't even seen it with his own eyes among the councilors.

But now, the other party actually handed over the name of the spell accurately at first glance, and there was no wavering or hesitation.

"Of course, why do you think I would dare to say such an arrogant thing as destroying the Darrant civilization? ”

Looking at the ever-closing web of light, instead of showing the slightest panic, the boy used alchemy to create a wooden stick and lightly touched the gap in the net.

Airplanes!!!!!

With a tremor that cannot be described in words, the whole wooden stick suddenly produced a series of complex and astonishing changes.

The part that touches the green light begins to grow rapidly, as if it has received an external stimulus, and even grows fresh branches and leaves.

When it touches the yellow part, it withers and decays at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turns into a foreign body that emits a pungent odor.

In addition to this, there is the burning of red rays, the electric current generated by blue rays, the devouring of black rays, the decomposition of purple rays, and so on......

Almost every color of light represents a certain magical attribute, or the power of rules.

In the face of such a complex confinement spell, generally speaking, the best choice is to stay honest and not do any superfluous actions.

Otherwise, no one knows what will happen after they touch it.

What's even more terrifying is that whenever two colors of light meet, there is also the possibility of giving birth to new colors and properties.

Under such a complex and changeable spell model, 99.9% of people will panic, and they can't find a way to crack it, so they can only watch the range of activities get smaller and smaller, and finally choose to surrender in desperation.

But alas, the two boys are clearly not ordinary.

Luke, in particular, who is very sensitive to energy, kept moving his eyes on the brilliant web of light, and before others could realize anything, he raised his hand and shot the magic runes into the nodes one after another.

In less than thirty seconds, this powerful magic, which caused headaches for countless Darrants, began to crumble in front of everyone's eyes.

When the cage of light shrank to ten meters from the tribe, there was a sudden screeching sound.

Next Second......

With a snap, it shattered into thousands of tiny clusters of light, slowly floating in midair.

You don't need to ask to know that these light clusters are the energy left over after the collapse of the spell model, and they don't even carry some kind of attribute power.

But their power is simply too weak to pose a threat to truly powerful spellcasters.

"You were the baby who disappeared from your home planet twelve years ago?"

The Speaker stared at Luke's immature face, his tone full of undisguised surprise.

There's no way not to be surprised!

It took him thirty years to create this spell, so from the day he completed it, he had never been cracked by his opponent, let alone in such an almost "barbaric" way.

After all, there are at least 50,000 energy nodes on the cage of light, of which more than 2,000 occupy the supporting structure.

With such a large number, not to mention the casters of mortal bodies, even the gods with magical priesthood, it would take a lot of effort to figure it out.

But just now, it took less than 30 seconds to complete the entire process from analysis to cracking.

"That's right! I'm the baby who disappeared twelve years ago. Speaking of which, I have to thank you, otherwise I would have died in the desolate desert as far as the eye can see. As a thank you, I will make this feast of destruction as wonderful as possible and make your deaths as meaningful as possible......" Luke responded politely.

Although he didn't show the slightest hint of smugness from beginning to end, there was a chilling intent all over his body.

If you haven't experienced the planet destroyed by the Darrant civilization, you will never understand what it's like to know from the moment you know that there is no future and no hope for the future, let alone how far you can do it in order to survive......