As a spellcaster, Victor is a tall figure with the addition of mechanical parts, but he still resembles a large bean sprout compared to those melee professionals.

The high-speed rotating sharp teeth accompanied by a terrifying hissing sound left a deep enough mark on the fallen mage's body in an instant.

In the sky, Xu Yichen found that he was more adept at using the Pierut swordsmanship, and the energy barriers that appeared everywhere at any time allowed him to complete the swing of the Killing Circle from all angles at will.

With just one blow, [War Scourge] slashed Victor diagonally, and the sharp and curvature of the adamantite teeth ripped off half of the mage's organs and flesh in a high-speed rotation!

Victor panicked and manipulated psionic energy to fill in the physical injuries, in addition to the physical injuries, the continuous denial of the information transmitted from the future made him even more distraught.

He couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his use of psionic powers, and this doubt shook his foundation even more.

Once a silver-haired witch was stranded alone on an isolated island, guarding the cursed wreckage of her sisters, and in her incessant wailing, she learned how to let her soul wander in the sea of psionic energy in search of that moment of relief.

Her original purpose was simply to make herself forget the tragedy around her for a while, and the skin that had been torn off while the victim was alive was sewn into a large, twisted smile, as if mocking the nuns' incompetence.

Ephilar was the only survivor of the tragedy, and she had to live to face the misfortune of her sisters, watching their bodies rot and their souls and consciousness trapped in that twisted totem.

Every minute, every second, filled her ears with a wail that would break a mortal, the chorus of forty-nine scribe nuns in the face of torture, and it was in this environment that Ephilar learned how to use psionic powers.

She understands how she got to such a qualification, and what price her sisters have paid for it.

The initial emotions that accompanied her into the psionic sea were anger, remorse, and revenge, an attitude that completely changed her soul, making her wary of it every time she used it, even though it was manifested through her will.

And Victor, when he first entered the sea of psionic energy, was accompanied by fear, groveling to the vastness of power, and the ecstasy that followed, and he sold himself completely to Tzeentch without even thinking about it in the face of power.

If Ephilar is an unruly psionic ruler, then Victor is a psychic borrower by luck relying entirely on Tzeentch's powers.

The former is wary of psionic power, while the latter hollows out his mind and further invokes the power of the psionic sea.

Fortunately, he has a good boss, as one of the four evil gods, Tzeentch is almost equivalent to the sea of psionic energy, and it is certain that Tzeentch is definitely the most powerful psionic in the known world, and can even tamper with the attributes of psionic energy according to his own wishes.

Victor's suspicion of power is equivalent to questioning Tzeentch, which is a very disrespectful idea for an evil god.

The two wings behind the fallen mage suddenly exerted force in opposite directions, tearing the already mutilated Victor apart from the middle, turning it into two 'demimen' who were not so symmetrical.

"Look at you, what a delicate and beautiful work, every being as great as our Lord, when I see you, I realize that you are the 'key' we have been looking for for a long time." One of the 'half-humans' floated in the air and showed a half-smile at Xu Yichen: "The rage of the sadomasochism, the healing of Nurgle, and the charm of a little sadism, maybe you still lack a little wisdom from St. Tzeentch?" ”

"Look at you, what a filthy and ugly being, every dangerous evil god sees you like a maggot that has seen rotting things, and wants to hold you in the palm of his hand." At the same time as this 'half-human' spoke, the other half of the 'half-human' also spoke, their words almost synchronous: "You think you still have a chance to save your world?" No, it's just a dessert after their main meal, and the end of the day just depends on the mood of the diner. ”

"The last time we had a nice conversation there." The first 'demi-human' pointed his finger at the Demon Hunter's head, "So, may I ask you what you're thinking about?" After all, there are still so many worlds to conquer, and St. Tzeentch is calling you. ”

"Don't think you can escape my pursuit of mortals." The second 'demi-human' still spoke with his brother, an eerie duet one deep and the other sharp: "I promise you, no matter what the future holds, you will suffer forever at my hands." ”

"It looks like you haven't reached a consensus yet, so do me a favor?" Go back to your world and talk about it, and come back to me? The Demon Hunter flicked a piece of Victor's minced flesh with his finger in the direction of the two and a half people, "As you can see, I'm really busy right now. ”

"But I have pledged like Saint Tzeentch that I will never return empty-handed." This time, two half-human duets uttered the same words, and strange lightning enveloped them.

"It looks like we've reached an impasse." Xu Yichen shrugged his shoulders and slammed out under his feet.

"I'm afraid so!" The two half-men flew in two directions, one threw itself into the ground and disappeared in the direction of the Shadow Temple, and the other rushed into the sea and sank into the water.

"Remembering this moment, this is a little gift from St. Tzeentch, your resistance, your fight, like the battle between cheese and cream at the table, is meaningless." Xu Yichen's ears came with that strange double answer, the tone was not slow, neither sarcastic nor arrogant, but a straightforward narrative, as if he was announcing something that had already happened.

On land, a black giant emerged from the underground cavern of the Shadow Wrap Temple, and it broke through the roof of the cave and overturned the Shadow Wrap Temple, and the earth shook, and the city wall that had fallen into disrepair cracked and shattered, and huge stones fell from the city wall like dust particles.

The giant struggled to break free from its ancient shackles and break free from the ground.

Ephilar felt a sharp howl of furious hunger emanating from the ground of something primordial, a force of destruction that had been trapped in darkness for countless generations, and was now finally free.

It was the resentment left behind by the Yama itself, and its true power was hidden beneath the seal of the Shadow Entanglement Temple, waiting for a chance to escape.

And all this was in the calculations of St. Tzeentch, who had been in St. Tzeentch's plan centuries ago, when the Mauryan Kingdom was destroyed and millions of people were crying and burned to char.

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