Anglola took Adonza's purpose of collecting all kinds of demons to her next destination.

This place seems to be buried deep in the subconscious of every demon, and it is a rather sacred place, and Adonsa also forcibly deciphered the chaotic brainwaves of the demon race.

It doesn't seem to be as simple as a demon gathering place.

It's certainly not that simple.

The corners of Angela's mouth twitched: "Isn't this a magic tower?" How can it still be built underground? ”

A large, dilapidated tower was buried deep in the rock, with only a section in the middle that was not up or down exposed in the cavern, like a thick iron nail stuck in a water pipe.

The appearance of the magic tower is unremarkable, and if it weren't for Angelora's special knowledge of the relevant knowledge, I'm afraid she would only think that this is an ordinary hexagonal spire.

Lao Tie approached curiously and sniffed, then turned around and nodded to indicate that there was no danger.

But Lao Tie soon couldn't resist his curiosity and touched the magic tower, the originally quiet magic tower suddenly trembled, and a blue aura swept from top to bottom, and one by one the complex and mysterious patterns slowly lit up with the halo, but slowly extinguished.

Lao Tie, who felt that he had caused a big disaster, shook his body, and put on a threatening posture to meet the enemy with a low roar.

There was a sudden sound from inside the magic tower, which had regained its calm, and a small window suddenly opened, and Angelora and Old Iron looked at each other, and finally decided to go inside to have a look.

Lao Tie's size was not enough to penetrate the small window, and he did not dare to widen this only entrance at will, so he could only stay outside to control the wind.

Looking at Lao Tie's worried eyes, Angelora patted it on the shoulder in an old-fashioned manner, and said, "Don't worry, I'm familiar with the one hundred and eight women's self-defense techniques, don't you believe we can come back and take two hands?" ”

Lao Tie nervously covered his crotch, and his eyes were suddenly very sad.

Angelora walked into the magic tower and began to search for the control center according to the basic structure of the magic tower in her memory.

The seal of the magic tower is perfect, so the internal aging is not very serious, but the sophisticated magic function has almost disappeared with the passage of time, and every inch of the gray and decaying space reminds Angela all the time: this magic tower is dead.

Angelora's staff was lit up with a ball of light, the most practical and simple magic flash, when a whitebearded berserker used a flashing spell to trick and disguise himself as a high-level magician.

It seems to be called sweet tofu or something.

As a melee mage, Angelora naturally does not have as many detection skills as ordinary mages to use, and she can only rely on her knowledge and magical perception to try to distinguish dangers.

All the magic traps were gone, so Angelora easily found the control center of the magic tower.

It was a huge energy-generating device and control system, placed in an empty space in the center, taking up almost half of the entire magic tower.

Angelora's eyes froze, activating the circuit of solidified magic fragments on her body, and approached cautiously.

The original demonic energy reactor had long since been extinguished, but there was a large stone standing abruptly in the center, as if it had been suppressed and sealed.

As soon as Angelora's foot stepped on the edge of the magic energy reactor, a huge magic circle suddenly appeared.

The materials of this magic array were extremely fragile due to the erosion of time, and these extremely expensive spell casting materials were directly trampled by Angelora.

Angelora was startled, but then all actions were suppressed by a majestic spiritual force.

Strands of terrifying purple light spread across the large stone in the center, emitting an eerie glow, and finally cracked silently, revealing a tall, rickety gray shadow.

Angelora's flash spell was swept away by powerful waves of magic and extinguished in an instant.

She desperately spat out a syllable, reversely activating the battle mage's advanced magic "Light Shadow", a dangerous magic that directly connects the magic circuit to the motor nerve, which can ignore all the delay and conservatism of the human nerve circuit, completely liberate the muscle power, and directly strengthen the muscle fibers with magic, replacing the original muscle fiber sliding structure.

However, the danger of this magic is also amazing, and if you are not careful, you may even cause the muscles to directly dislocate and decompose, becoming disabled.

Angelora can only wrestle with this huge pressure when she is static, and she can only kill herself when she uses it to move and attack.

As she struggled desperately, all the pressure suddenly disappeared, and a faint, misty ball of light lit up in the center of the room, the light softly but illuminating everything.

Angelora, who was out of strength, lifted the "light shadow", gasped for breath, looked at the extremely lonely figure in the center, and didn't dare to speak for a while.

Angelora could feel something unraveled, frozen time began to flow again, the cogwheel of fate that had been stuck in it turned with the resentment that had once stagnated, and a series of unheard-of chain reactions were about to unfold.

It made her panic!

The rickety figure was bathed in the light, and it looked more and more dirty in a gray robe, and its bare hands, neck, and chin were covered with disgusting and ugly small sarcomas, and even the skin was dyed a strange blue-purple, and several twisted weird white bones pierced the ugly skin, and even the dirty gray robe could not be covered.

This monster that revealed its true face must have scared countless children to tears, holding a white bone fight, seemed to look at the unattainable dome in confusion and sadness, and muttered: "Ten thousand years have passed, and the seal has still been lifted...... Where is our destiny headed? ”

It let out a long sigh, turned its face to the waiting Angelora, and uttered a hoarse but kind voice: "Human? No, you don't belong in this decaying world, you come from another place. Tell me, young guest from the other world, what has happened over the years. ”

Angelora, who was a little out of strength, let out a hoarse voice: "Are you ...... Who? ”

The tone of the rickety figure carried a hint of melancholy and self-deprecation: "Ah, the courtesy is still exchanged, this is as it should be." I am the last watcher of Skalanna's glory, and perhaps the last of Skalina...... My name is Lance Hans, the most evil magician the world has ever seen. It's me who created those monsters. ”

At the same moment, in the cathedral of the God-given Lands, far away in the sky, the eyes of the huge wyvern that had been sleeping for an unknown number of years opened a thin slit.

The golden vertical pupils are like a large mirror of human height, reflecting not the ancient vicissitudes of the cathedral, but the strange scenes of fragmentation.

There is the joy of a family of three, and there is also the bloody and cruel war thunder; There are flamboyant balls at the court, and there are political deals where interests come first; There are adventurers who conquer Xintiandi, and there are also small townspeople......

The joys and sorrows of a glorious civilization are all in it.

The scene switched faster and faster, gradually turning into a dazzling cloudy light and shadow, and the huge eyes of the Wyvern King also opened wider and wider, and an astonishing momentum began to escape, and even the light was conspicuously distorted.

Seeing this scene, the archbishop prostrated himself to the ground with great excitement, and excitedly said, "Someone has finally found the self-exiled administrator, and the soul furnace can be used again. Great God, you will awaken on the day of destiny and bring us eternal glory! ”

He raised his head, excited with madness: "This world, will be ours!" ”