All the pain in my body disappeared in an instant.

If another caster comes within 10 feet of the effects of the 'Anti-Magic Field' spell, they will find themselves disconnected from the web. The magical energy from the fairy wilderness seems to be drained, and the caster must break free from the parched pond in order to channel the spells that have been memorized in the spell slots of the magic net.

This magic painting is supposed to have a spell-like ability, but unfortunately, the 'Anti-Magic Field' spell also has a suppressive effect on spell-like abilities.

"You ......"

The beauty on the magic painting opened her dark blue eyes slightly, and her pupils were full of shame and anger that had been blasphemed by mere mortals.

Afraid of long nights and dreams, Charles took off the magic painting that hung on the wall. This time, he didn't encounter any obstacles, holding the picture frame in his left arm, holding the 'Anti-Demon Field' scroll in his right hand, and kept chanting the unsealing spell in his mouth, maintaining the 'Anti-Demon Field' spell.

The arcane text on the scrolls is dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye. I'm afraid this scroll won't last long. So Charles gave Mary, the Woodland Witch, a reassuring look, and like an arrow from a string, she leapt out of the bedroom.

Running at full speed.

Unfortunately, Charr's agility stat is only a measly 11. This shows that his running speed is only an ordinary human level.

Fortunately, the aristocratic district is adjacent to the temple area, one east and one west, and is connected by boulevards. If the Charr runs for ten minutes straight, they will be able to enter the nearest temple.

The 15-point constitution attribute gives Charles a decent amount of physical strength, and it is probably not a problem to fight two female drow elves for a day and a night at the same time. But Charles had been running at full speed for five or six minutes now, and there should still be a mile to go from the nearest temple, when he felt his legs grow heavier.

The caster also needs to consume vitality when he throws spells, and there is no shortage of high-level mages in history, and there are stories of people who have been consumed alive when they cast spells at the next level. Charles speculated that while he was maintaining the 'Anti-Magic Field' spell, the scroll was also draining the vitality from his body.

Moreover, the scroll held in the right hand was already half of the charred ash. The arcane text on it is dull.

"Nima, if there is still a tube of 'second-class vitality rejuvenating elixir', it won't have to be so laborious." Charles was out of breath, and it was really a mistake to dump all the potion stocks to Qi Guangming today.

He vaguely felt that his physical strength could not last until the temple area.

Even if you run hard, the scroll won't last that long. Once the 'Anti-Magic Field' spell disappears, the magic painting that he is sandwiched in the left rib will definitely launch a counterattack.

As long as you fire a six-ring necromancy spell, you can casually take away your own life.

Misguided.

Great misstep!

If it's daytime, you can find a close friend or friend to pick you up, drive a carriage and run wildly, and you will soon reach the temple area. It's a pity it's night. Moreover, the Carroll family has been in decline for a long time, and the stables in the manor are deserted, otherwise Charles would not have been as embarrassing as it is now if he rode a horse when he came out.

With no end in sight, Charles simply stopped.

Sometimes no matter how hard you try in the wrong direction, you find that you are getting farther and farther away from your goal. Charles felt this way now, and he wondered if his idea of solving the mission was wrong in the first place.

Could it be that a 'anti-magic field' scroll is not enough to fill the hole?

"Can a magic painting fit in the inventory?"

Charles first looked around, this was the main road of the aristocratic quarter, quiet, and there were no patrol guards in sight.

The houses on both sides were more than ten meters away from him. The magic lights on the side of the road shone on him, dragging long shadows.

He adjusted his breathing and tried to stuff the magic painting caught under his left rib into his inventory.

"Special item, failed to load."

A red cue relentlessly appeared on the retina.

Gripping the scroll in his right hand. There is only one last piece of arcane writing left, and it will last a minute or two at most. Charles's face was cloudy for a while, and he walked under the street lamp, put up a magic painting to the light, and looked at the beauty in the painting up close.

Ye Yao is still the same cold appearance, flawless.

But Charles's pupils dilated slightly, for he saw a strange scene.

The painting is illuminated by a street lamp, and the person in the painting seems to come to life, looking at him with blue eyes, and at the same time, it seems that the sandalwood mouth with a layer of turquoise lipstick is gently opening and closing, as if to convey something to Charles.

Charles was first taken aback, and then noticed the difference in oil painting.

When the portrait hangs in the bedroom of a noble lady, it is a real magic painting. As a priest, Charles is keenly aware of the demonic nature contained in it.

However, the current oil painting seems to have returned to its roots, and all the demonic nature has disappeared, leaving only the cold color of the goddess herself.

The figure in the painting is still staring at Charles, and Tankou is repeating the action of opening and closing.

"It should ...... It's going to be okay, right? ”

Charles glanced at the scroll in his right hand that was about to turn to ashes, gritted his teeth, and leaned his ear close to his head, his hair touching the portrait, trying to hear what the goddess was saying.

“…… Portrait...... I've sealed it away. ”

"I am the true god Night Shine."

“…… What a perfect painting, please bring it to my temple and sacrifice it to me, and I will give you a certain reward......"

A majestic female voice faintly.

This should be considered a peak and loop, right?

Charles was stunned. This voice is completely different from the sound of the previous magic painting. The original magic painting sound was full of demonic nature, but now the magic painting is full of divinity in the sound. It was the power that naturally emanated from the true god, and it was difficult for mortals to resist, similar to the aura of fear of dragon power, high-level demons, and demons.

The task panel automatically pops up in front of you.

"[Magic Painting—March of the Fall] (Completed)."

"Took the [Magic Painting-Sacrifice]."

【Magic Painting - Sacrifice】

[Mission description: Things have taken a turn for the better.] The power on the magic painting does not seem to come from the true god Night Flare, but from a blasphemous. The transboundary power from the distant kingdom of God has sealed the magic painting. Your efforts are not useless, the 'Anti-Magic Field' suppressed the power of the magic painting itself, and successfully positioned the transgressive forces. 】

[Of course, although the eternal lover Night Shine is a neutral deity with the god of knowledge, Ogma, she is still an immortal deity.] You can also disobey her decree and give the painting to the High Priests of any temple to destroy it. 】

【Reward: Unknown】

[Mission Time Limit: 10 Days]

Another multiple-choice question was in front of me.

Charles closed the quest panel for the time being. Since the system said that the magic painting was sealed, he is now safe. Before making a choice, he needs to weigh carefully and see which option is more beneficial to him.

After completing [Magic Painting—March of the Fall], the experience gauge is increased by 500 experience points.

Then Charles also found a system prompt:

"You've earned the title of Blasphemer."

(Blasphemer: You have successfully resisted a threat from a god.) Although you are not dealing with a true God, but a liar, there are not many people who can ignore the majesty of the gods. This requires more will and courage than against Long Wei and the fear aura)

[Desecrater] (Blue): When activated, all will checkpoints of the character gain +2.

When Charles saw this title, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Willpower check value +2, which is equivalent to equipping an extra magic accessory, or equivalent to an ordinary specialty [Iron Will].

In the future, players will definitely encounter more and more opponents who can cast charm spells and even have various negative auras. If you fail to pass the test of your will, you will be killed in a daze, and you will not come back to your senses until the temple is resurrected, wouldn't you regret it?

Strength check, will check, and reflex check are all attributes that players must pile up. In the future, if a player develops a high-level quest that can be accessed repeatedly, these attributes should become a hard indicator for the team to recruit members.

Charles directly activated the title of [Desecratest].

Dawn hides names and titles by default. If you don't actively show it, you can only see each other's information when you are in a party and as friends.

After the second ring mission was rewarded with such a blue title, Charles was pleasantly surprised, and began to worry about what to do with the oil painting in his hand.

Special items cannot fit in the backpack.

Then you have to find another safe place to store it.

After thinking about it, Charles felt that it was better to rent a room in a high-end inn in the aristocratic district. The inns in the aristocratic quarter are much better than those in the plebeian quarter. Most of the residents are foreign artists and merchants.

With this in mind, Charles untied his 'Viper Cloak', wrapped it in the painting, and followed the signs to an inn called "Friends of the Wizards".

If it's a hotel in a civilian area, even in the middle of the night, the lobby is bound to be filled with noisy mercenaries and adventurers.

But now in the Friends of the Wizard inn, there is only one well-dressed bard with a lyre in his arms, sitting on a bench playing and singing to himself, and melodious music echoing in the quiet lobby.

"Hello."

Seeing a guest come in, there was immediately a 30-centimeter-tall cute elf at the front desk, who floated up with a pair of transparent wings behind him, and greeted Charles with a milky voice.

This is a female Pik Elf that originated in the fairy wilderness, and it seems that it should be the innkeeper's magic pet.

"Hello, I'm going to rent a quiet room." Charles smiled, while curiously looking at the female Pik Jing behind the counter,

A folk magic goblin, a childlike prankster, and a magician of the natural world.

This is the general summary of the Pixels in the books of the Central Library that Charles saw a wise mage on the Pikjins.

"10 gold coins a day."

Picker didn't care about Charles's scrutiny, and was obviously used to this kind of gaze. She smiled mischievously, her fair face with shallow dimples, like a shy aristocratic lady, her hands slightly lifted the silk dress, her wings flashed, and she spun around in mid-air with a chuckle.

"Rent for ten days, no, three days first."

An ordinary hotel in a civilian area only costs 5 silver coins for a night. Now with such a comparison, we know that high-end hotels are not for ordinary people to live in, who let the owner of the hotel be a master. Charles glanced at the amount of money in his backpack, and reluctantly took out the last thirty gold coins on his body and placed them on the counter.

"It's your keycard." Peake smiled and handed over a magic room card.

Charles took the keycard, looked at the bard who was still sitting on the bench and sang to himself, then hugged the oil painting wrapped in the cloak and walked up the spiral staircase.

With the oil painting hidden in the room, Charles sat and meditated for a while, and then went offline.