"Aukus. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" When the witcher's mouth spat out the word, he clearly felt that the breath of the imprisoned succubus was instantly stagnant. Although the other party tried his best to show a calm appearance, the disordered breathing really betrayed her.

"Aukus ......" Ranster repeated, and this time Serra didn't show the slightest bit of an abnormality.

Sure enough, it was insidious and cunning to a certain extent, and even in the face of the fate of possibly dying in the spirit world, this succubus was still trying to deceive itself.

"Looks like I don't need to ask." Lanster drew his magic sword and slammed it against Serra's throat.

"You're not going to tell the truth at all." He gently sent the sword, the sharp tip of the sword leaving a dark red mark on the succubus's neck.

"Actually, I don't have to say anything." Serra's expression became relaxed at this point, as if she didn't mind the sword that stabbed slightly into her neck. Although she was covered in bruises, she even had a strange smile on her blood-covered face.

"Because there's no need anymore, he's already here."

As soon as her words fell, the space of the spirit world slowly twisted around the succubus.

The witcher's reaction was not unpleasant, and he pulled out the rune fragment he had retrieved from Serra's body as fast as he could, shoved her into Moria's hand, and pushed her to the side of the stone pillar.

"Hurry up and open the teleportation array! Hurry up! He almost uttered the sentence with a shout.

In the next moment, Lenster was frozen in place like a stone. The man who emerged from the warped space let go of the withered palm that was pressed against the witcher's shoulder, and slowly stood beside him.

"Well done, Serra." The sound coming from under the cloak was like substance, giving people a disgusting feeling of being cold and slippery like a poisonous snake.

The succubus's imprisoning spell also disappeared at this time, and she fell to the ground in submission, expressing her absolute obedience to the death sacrifice in front of her.

"Thank you, Guide." Serra thanked with some flattery.

The Death Rite Usher slowly approached the female apprentice in despair, dark red eyes under the hood scrutinizing her form.

"Looks like you've forgotten about me, Moria......"

"It's no wonder that you were just a five or six-year-old girl with a desire for magic at that time, and you didn't remember my face at all, did you?"

The guide spoke to the female apprentice for a while, then reached out with a withered clawed hand and removed the hood from her head.

It was a gray, dull face like a dead man, with two dark red eyes sunken deep in the sockets, and the whole face looked as terrifying as a dried corpse that had lost its moisture.

Moria's memories flooded into her mind like a floodgate open, and the smoke that covered the face of the man she remembered suddenly vanished.

"It's you......" muttered the female apprentice, remembering the face she had seen in the attic of the bell tower when she was younger, and his strange smile.

Moriath rushed forward without warning, as if trying to knock the enemy in front of her to the ground.

With a flick of the Death Priest's guide's hand, the female apprentice was easily pinned to the spot.

Lancet saw everything, but his body couldn't even move his fingers.

"Please forgive me for my rude behavior." The uncomfortable voice of the guide sounded again.

"This is the end of the catch-up time."

When he stretched out his right hand from under his cloak again, he held a white bone hammer made of bones. He waved the hammer in his hand, and Moria's body immediately rose to the ground, as defenseless as a lamb to the slaughter.

A demonic murmur slowly emanated from the mouth of the guide, and as he uttered a spell in the abyssal language, a powerful and evil red magic array slowly emerged from the ground directly below the female apprentice.

Moria's cry of pain as the blood in her body burst out as if it was about to boil under the spell of the other party, a violent tearing sensation and a feeling of breaking inside filled her body, and a large amount of blood slowly flowed out of her eyes and ears.

The Priestess of Death had no intention of stopping, and as the spell was completed, the more the female apprentice suffered. Her eyes and mouth glowed dark red, and her screams began to turn into demonic howls.

"Blood Lord's blood, the embodiment of my lord Aukus, wake up and take full possession of this soul!"

With his loud shout, the entire summoning circle disappeared in an instant, and Moria's screams in the circle also stopped abruptly.

The female apprentice seemed to have lost all her support, and fell to the ground with her eyes tightly closed.

The Guides, standing silently, were waiting for the avatar of Aukus to completely devour the soul, and then he could order the avatar of the Blood Lord to return to her body in the form of a female apprentice's soul for their next move.

A dark aura of death slowly spread from the unconscious female apprentice, quickly covering a radius of nearly ten yards around her.

The secondary Death Aura, the talisman aura of the Aukus incarnation. The occurrence of this scene basically means that this soul already belongs to the Endless Abyss.

A smile finally appeared on the face of the Death Priest guide, more than ten years of planning and preparation, and finally waiting for this moment of success.

"And then there's the rest......" If the rest of the plan could be successfully completed, he could almost imagine what Hurdl would be like when the ******** took place.

But immediately his smile froze on his face, and the aura of death emitted by the avatar of Aukus was constantly eroding his body, and this should never happen.

He subconsciously took a step back, and Moria, who was originally unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes, and her two eyes were black and red, which was extremely weird.

Lancet watched what was happening, and he saw a monster with a withered goat's head appear in Moria, and it let out a silent roar, its huge black wings behind it fanned a filthy cloud of corruption, and its bloated arms slammed into the body of the Death Sacrifice at great speed.

Although the witcher had not seen the undead monarch in the game, not even his avatar, the description in various sources allowed him to recognize the true identity of the phantom at a glance.

The apparition of the Blood Lord Aukus.

Even if it was just a phantom, Lancet could still feel the terrifying deterrence of the Demon Lord in it.

The figure of the guide instantly blurred, and he could dodge the hammer blow of the phantom and appear ten numbers away.

The succubus Serra behind him was not so lucky, she was already blind, and she didn't even have time to let out a scream, and was directly beaten to powder by this fatal blow.

With the attack of the Aukus Phantom, the ground where they were actually began to crumble. This spiritual realm region was completely unable to withstand the full force of the Immortal Monarch Phantom, and was about to face the fate of collapse.

As the ground cracked beneath Lance's feet, and a small hidden magic circle was destroyed at his feet, he found himself finally free.

The regained Witcher ran straight towards Moria, who was not far away, and the phantom of Aukus was slowly disappearing after the earth-shattering attack just now.

It wasn't just the witchers who could see that the phantom was disappearing, the guide was even earlier than Lancet.

But as the highest death sacrifice of the Aukus Sect, he was now powerless.

As this spiritual realm fell apart, he found himself having lost all of his spell and spell-like abilities, and escaping before it was completely destroyed was the limit of what he could do.

Ranster, who was galloping, glanced at the Death Sacrifice that was gradually disappearing into the warped space, and ran towards the unconscious Moria.

The ground was cracking and shaking violently. Lancet picked up the female apprentice and carried it on his shoulder, broke her fingers to find the rune fragment of the teleportation circle, and rushed to the direction of the teleportation circle as fast as he could.

The ground where the circle was located was slowly sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flashes of runes on the stone pillars became intermittent, as if they would be completely shattered at any moment.

With a "boom", the rune fragments flew out of the witcher's hand and embedded exactly where it was supposed to be on the stone pillar, and the teleportation circle made a "buzzing" sound and began to perform its duties.

Perhaps because it hadn't been used for a long time, the speed at which this teleportation array gathered energy was too slow. If this continues, even if this place completely collapses, the portal will not gather enough energy to open the way to the natural world.

Lanster pressed his hand to the stone pillar, and the magic in his body continued to flow into the runes around the circle. The speed at which the teleportation array opened began to increase, but it was far less fast than the speed at which the mana in his body was lost.

"That's not the way to go." The witcher gritted his teeth, almost desperately draining the mana in his body, the first time he'd felt so desperate since he crossed over to Tyranriel.

But he didn't want the first despair to be the last.

The magic in his body flowed violently to the teleportation runes, and Lanster's body was close to exhaustion, and his consciousness had begun to be confused, and his hands could barely maintain the position of pressing on the stone pillar, and began to slide slowly.

Just as the tip of his last finger was about to leave the stone pillar, a cold and delicate little white hand covered the back of his hand, and the five fingers tightly crossed his palm, pressing the stone pillar.

Confused, Lancet turned his head to the side, only to see the female apprentice's eyes that sparkled like jewels.

"It's beautiful......"

That was the last thought that Ranster had before he lost consciousness completely.