"Viktor, my lord appreciates your understanding and innovation of magical powers, and if you are willing to submit to my lord, he is willing to share with you all the secrets and knowledge of this world." Stewart said with some reluctance: "Even if it is the realm of the Witch King, you are not without a chance to get involved. ”

Stewart felt instinctively disgusted with the black-robed wizard in the sky, but he just couldn't remember why he felt the way about him.

Stewart shook his bird's head, clearing his mind of thoughts, how could he be distracted at such a time!

The will of our lord St. Tzeentch has not yet been delivered, focus, Stewart!

Stewart?

The bird-headed man seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and saw an apprentice in a black robe, struggling to survive in various human body modification surgeries, wailing in pain.

The name Stewart is so familiar, who is that?

The Bird-headed shook his head again, clearing his mind of useless information, and more knowledge from St. Tzeentch had been instilled into his memory by the spellbook.

Knowledge, power, these are the things that Stewart once craved, and St. Tzeentch generously gave him them, but as mentioned before, the Chaos Gods always like to use this dark humor to fulfill the wishes of mortals.

Even if they have enough power to satisfy the wishes of all living beings in this world, even if the resources of this world are terrible and useless to them.

But the reason why the evil gods are evil gods is because they don't play according to the routine, they just like to see the expressions of mortals who have gained nothing or what they need after hard work and sacrifice.

They just like to listen to the cry of the soul, the confession of remorse.

This is a game of evil gods, but not every civilization is qualified to participate in the evil gods, and those who are born weak and weak will be erased by the evil gods like garbage.

Tzeentch, the evil god of evil gods, likes to use all kinds of intrigues to play with the souls of enemies and worshippers, he gathers knowledge, appreciates tricks, and likes to seduce spellcasters.

If he could use wits and intrigue to solve the trouble, Tzeentch would not choose to use violence.

Of course, if on the basis of appreciating tragedy, it can bring some trouble to those more interesting souls, and thus lead to more interesting plays, it will be an incomparably wonderful comedy for Tzeentch.

So, despite his name, past, and hatred, Stewart knew all about the metal chest that both the mage Victor and the demon hunter had been obsessed with.

"The name of this thing is [Tinder Source], it is a strange thing that comes across the crystal wall, Victor, you call it [Mechanical Miracle], human, you name it [Mechanical Heart]." The bird's head walked forward slowly, leaving intricate magical patterns on the ground with each step: "However, none of you know the true purpose of this item. ”

Reverend Ford commanded the paladins to shrink their lines and withdraw the militia to the interior of the castle, choosing to keep as much of the living force as possible when the high-end forces of the paladin expeditionary force were drained.

"Our newest creation can restore the land polluted by chaos to its original state!" On the ground where the bird-headed man walked, a humanoid phantus suddenly appeared, as if to introduce something.

"But my lord is willing to invite the inventor and creator of the [Tinder Source] to explain to you its purpose for free." The human head staff in the bird-headed man's hand didn't seem to be able to withstand such a large amount of energy, and in the blue light, he kept wailing: "Human, listen carefully! ”

Even the black-robed wizard in the sky, Victor, had suspended the spread of the dark clouds and waited for the introduction of the phantom, he was very confident in his strength, so he seemed calm.

"The radiation caused by the [Tinder Source] can transform carbon-based organisms into silicon-based organisms, and our race will take the opportunity to get rid of the ravages of chaos!" Another figure also stood in place, raising its arms and shouting, as if to address the non-existent crowd around them.

The other phantom said in a confused tone: "Civilization is destroyed, our demise is inevitable, the end is inevitable, where should [Tinder Source] go?" Perhaps, its existence could give other civilizations a chance to survive. ”

As the staffs of the Bird-headed people burned out like candles, the Bird-headed people themselves were also ignited, and the phantom disappeared into the air as if it had lost its support: "May I ask everyone, is the origin of the [Tinder Source] a creation of another civilization?" Or is it a conspiracy that our lord uses to deceive you? ”

The bird-headed man's voice became more and more ethereal, and the almost transparent bird-headed man looked at the demon hunter: "If it's the former, who should own it?" Are you representing a new force? ”

"Or are you the one who represents the caster?" The bird-headed man looked at the black-robed Victor in a bit of confusion, and then shifted his gaze to the direction of the holy warrior: "Or are those false gods you believe in also interested in the [Tinder Source]?" ”

The bird-headed man flicked his wings violently, and the [Mechanical Heart], which was originally tightly bound in the sealed box by Nangong Yujun with chains, erupted violently as if it were alive!

Forcefully opened a crack in the sealed box, and the fluctuations belonging to the power of order vibrated out of the gap, making the surrounding paladins and the priests of Ford on the city wall feel the unspeakable power.

Nangong Yujun, who was closest to the [Heart of Machinery], lost consciousness in an instant, and his hands made a movement to close the box, stiffening there.

Xu Yichen also felt as if his mind was frozen, getting slower and slower, and [Pure Fire] and [Red Time] were turned on at the same time!

The surrounding holy warriors were also as if they had been infected, their eyes were demented, and they subconsciously lined up in a neat phalanx!

With the last of his willpower, the demon hunter walked behind Nangong Yujun, and his gloved palm approached the metal box inch by inch!

In the sky, the thundercloud storm summoned by the mage Victor was also affected, and the dark clouds that were originally irregular shapes turned into a boxy cube with a gust of wind blowing!

The lightning contained in it has turned into a straight line under the power of this rule, straight up and down between the dark clouds and the ground!

The demon that represents chaos is like a bubble that has gone up in smoke.

The bird-headed man vanished, but before disappearing, its eyes flashed with a light of wisdom that did not belong to it: "Of course, this may also be a gift from 'me' to you, remember, all things are allowed, all things are empty, I wish you all a good time." ”