Chapter 187

A cloud of light lit up around Al's body, illuminating the dim sewers, and Stark could see that this person was not Mage Lin.

He was a little taller than Lin, his eyes were crazy and evil, his complexion was abnormally dark red, and his face, neck, wrists, and arms were covered with all kinds of weird navy blue rune tattoos.

Those runes are simple and esoteric, difficult to understand, and mysterious, making people feel awe.

I don't know how much Starck thinks about the little mage who harmed him like this, and his first reaction is to take the future as a mage forest.

I thought that there was nothing wrong with Al, so that this thief with little eyesight recognized his identity.

Lin was the first person to be suspected of disappearing since the death of President Simon. It has long been monitored and tracked by the Society for the Unity of All Things.

After leaving the Royal Institute, for some reason, the sense of prying eyes that had been with him for four years was swept away, and he thought that Batlov had helped him solve it.

In order to verify whether the One Society of Everything really can't monitor him, and in order not to cause trouble in the investigation, he deliberately changed his identity.

Starck stepped back in fear, bowing his head in humility in awe of the mage's magical power.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I was mistaken. What do you command? ”

"I'm very interested in Shirameng, and I've heard that you know something. ”

Al's voice was hoarse and deep, with a strange power that made people afraid.

"I ...... I know, my lord, I know. ”

Stark hurriedly replied in a panic that it was definitely not a wise move to refuse an evil mage's request.

"White Dream is made by a seventh-level mage forest, and I have the recipe of White Dream, the most original and the most effective one. The kind on the market, the effect is completely compared to it, adult. ”

Stark pulled out a dirty, slightly smelly piece of parchment from his bosom, which was copied from Hakumon's recipe.

The habit of holding the sheep with three hands has become Starq's instinct.

"They're hunting you for this thing?"

"No...... It's not, it's... It's that I know too many secrets, and they want to kill people. Stark shrank back in fear, gritting his teeth in resentment.

He's done so much dirty work for the Illuminati, he's infunctional and toiling, and now that no one wants him, he's going to kill him!

"Secrets, what secrets? I've got my favorite thing about secrets. Al grinned, evil and mysterious.

"You...... Are you the messenger of the Lord of Secrets?" Stark looked up in astonishment, the underworld was all too familiar to the Lord of Shadows, Mesk, and the Lord of Secrets, Shar. This sentence is exactly the line of the believer of the Hidden Lord.

"You want to know?" said Argil chuckled, his face covered in tattooed runes in indescribable horror.

Starck secretly scolded himself for his stupidity, wasn't he hunted down because he knew the sky?

"Tell me anything you know I'm interested in. You're going to get my compliments. ”

How do I know what you're interested in!!

The magical power that healed him was even more powerful than the priest's healing technique. This powerful and mysterious evil mage, who is the attendant of a great being, and what is the purpose of finding him? What do you want to know?

Al only showed strength and a little hint, and Stark, who was weak, naturally obeyed. Without his reminder, he tried his best to please him. In order to thin his own life, and even rely on a new backer.

"I... Once a subordinate of Baron Simon. Stark made a tentative start, and seeing that Al was interested, he hurriedly continued.

"A year ago, a mage created White Dreams, and that magical potion was favored by Lord Simon, and he bought it and invested in production. ”

"Just a month after giving birth, Baron Simon was assassinated. They couldn't find the assassin because I knew too much to get rid of me. There were wanted notices everywhere, and I couldn't even get out of the city gates, so I had to hide here. ”

"Who are they?" said Al, continuing to lure Stark down.

"They...... It's the Illuminati, a secret organization of ancient nobles. Baron Simon, an agent of the Illuminati. ”

"What secret do you know that they're going after you?"

"The Illuminati ...... The Illuminati will try in vain to corrupt the entire empire with White Dreams, lure people to depravity, absorb wealth, expand their ranks and power, reduce their resistance, and reclaim what is theirs. ”

It's exactly the same as Al's conjecture, and it's exactly the same as what the Great Powers did.

Looking at a fluctuation of magic power in the distance, and Stark's unconscious, as soon as he mentioned the Illuminati and Simon began to emit magic signals imperceptibly, Al knew that his goal had been achieved.

Does Stark really think that he has been away for so long because of his amazing ability? Al used him to fish out the Illuminati behind him, and the Illuminati were also using him to fish out people who were plotting against the Illuminati.

The portal opened, and a silent group of warriors flowed out of it, and finally a young mage in an elaborate and luxurious dress came out.

"Starck, you're so useless, it's been a year since you brought this guest for us. ”

◇The clan mage shook his head regretfully, looked disappointed, and snapped his fingers casually.

Stark retreated in fear, his body stiffened, and the purple magical energy spread all over his body in the blink of an eye, exploding into pieces with a thud.

"It would be rude to have a fugitive slave entertain a distinguished guest, and I am Clement, and I welcome you with sincerity and sincerity. ”

Clement stood honorably in the distance, commanding his men, as if he were inviting his guests to dinner.

"Catch him. ”

As soon as Clement and the others came out, the dimensional anchor fixed it. Ten high-ranking warriors, dressed in special anti-demon armor, silently charged Al.

Al narrowed his eyes nervously, grinning as mysterious tattoos gathered on his face.

He raised his right hand, revealing a row of four rings made of gold, silver, bronze, and steel, which were ugly and rough, but had a wild beauty.

The light of the four rings flickered and disappeared at once.

The four samurai who rushed to the front, the armor and weapons instantly changed color, turning into heavy rock, or the heaviest granite, and all the magic effects were instantly removed.

The bodies of the two suddenly spontaneously combusted, and the burning became more and more intense. Wails and screams resounded throughout the sewers.

The other two intact fell to the ground in the charge without warning, torn apart like porcelain, without any traces of blood, exuding a trace of cold.

The remaining six warriors stopped charging in horror and avoided it far away.

No one wants to die so inexplicably.

This mage didn't even need to chant spells and cast spells? Four tenth-level warriors died without any struggle and resistance?

Clement tried to extinguish the fire on the burned warriors, only to find that the two warriors seemed to have turned themselves into firewood, and had been doused with oil, burning violently.

Those two ice cube warriors were also turned into fragile ice cubes in an instant. It's as if Ben was born from an ice cube.

Clement looked at Al solemnly.

"Alchemist?"