The intrigues and tricks of the alchemy master are naturally completely different from the ordinary calculations of ordinary people, for example, the "yang conspiracy" arranged by punk through technical means is not at all something that a group of guys who are not good at alchemy can obstruct.

In fact, in the course of this incident, the insidious "Whisper of Destruction" not only formulated a fairly complete escape plan for the white dragon Serarin, but also connected the entire energy circuit of Horaka's defensive magic barrier to the soul of this "legendary captive".

This kind of alchemy energy channel construction of "thousands of favors in one" is definitely effective in improving the solidity of the magic barrier, after all, the energy that a living legendary professional can continuously output is not comparable to the low-level elemental pool that was originally used as an energy source.

But at the same time, there is a very obvious risk of this completely unreasonable "efficient" structure of the magic circle, and anyone with a little common sense can predict that if something goes wrong on the side of the Seraline side that acts as a power source, then the Horaka defense line that has lost its backup energy supply system is destined to collapse in an instant.

Anyway, "Whisper of Destruction" is the "alchemist" who started the knife, and he naturally can't tolerate others to intervene in order to strengthen the "goodwill transformation" of the magic circle, although the safety of the entire Horaka defense line is poured into an evil five-colored dragon captive, but the righteous and responsible magician Hajon must have the ability to guard the weak white dragon that can't even move, isn't it?

This is a resolution that cannot be refuted, even the "Valkyrie" at the time, Ibefil can only nod in agreement, although she inevitably feels a little wrong in her heart, but think about it carefully............

Not to mention that Harjon is a living legendary mage, it is impossible to let down his guard, and the Morningstar-level magic chain created by the punk invasion alone is not something that an ordinary legendary dragon with a serious injury has the ability to break free, is it?

In this case, isn't excessive worry and worry unfounded?

It is never difficult to use excuses to convince herself, and when a person begins to try to comfort herself, she often subconsciously finds that she can be so "thoughtful".

Yes, the dragon that was tied up in the underground space can only be slaughtered like fish on the board, and under the noses of the three Morning Star powerhouses, can an evil ordinary legendary warlock still make any waves?

Thinking like this, Iberphil, who quickly calmed down, went to the border of the Karams Empire again with peace of mind after sincerely thanking the punk.

There is no way, the "Valkyries", who are always thinking about the tens of billions of innocent poor people who are starving, can only choose to trust their eccentric allies at this time, after all, the "savior" who strives to save the world by himself is too busy.

However, how could Iberfel, who had never understood the complexity of the minds of those who put profit first, think that the mage of Morning Star, who was so vicious in his intentions, would ignore his reputation as a "master alchemist" and put a secret hand on the chains he had made with his own hands? How could the loyal and responsible Harjon have the ability to detect the hidden trap deliberately hidden by a Morning Star professional?

Enemies from within the organization are always so unguardable, and sabotage from malicious will inevitably have the ability to destroy the cornerstone of victory laid by a heroic hero.

What a frustrating and painful fact it is, there are only two people in the entire Justice League who have the ability to find a problem with punk chain-making, and the Morning Star Priest who recites goodness and justice all day long will only secretly applaud it.

As for the other "Wolf of the Astral Plane" who has been missing for some time for no reason, Donilla............

In fact, at this moment, Donnella will definitely not have the time to help Harjons, who is in danger, to deal with a "big dragon", because at this time he is busy saving the life of another "little girl" who is not far from death but does not know it.

—————— Dividing Line——————

Standing quietly in front of the gate of the courtyard of the tower where he temporarily lives, the Morning Star Mage wearing a dark and bright robe like the night starry sky is quietly staring at the well-dressed but raunchy "chubby nobleman" in front of him, although there may not be many people in the entire multiverse who recognize the details and identity of a low-key guy, but Punk has always been very clear that the inconspicuous "Wolf of the Astral Boundary" is a forty-sixth-level Morning Star mage with the same casting level as himself.

Although Donnella's perfunctory performance during his role as "Temporary Alliance Leader" can only be described as a "wine bag rice bag", it is still the most unwise idea to underestimate this powerful Morning Star spellcaster just because of this.

In fact, it was precisely because of this consideration that the cautious punk had already taken the "Pale Scepter", a magical creation of the Radiant Moon, from behind his back before the first sentence of his mouth was finished.

"Astral Wolf" - Donilla Augustine............ "Alliance Leader", why are you here? If I'm not mistaken, Benido City should be the city I'm responsible for guarding, isn't the area you are responsible for guarding Mocha City, which is quite far away from here?"

"Hey, hey, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, it's not a strange thing for me to be here, is it......? Well, just look at the scenery, you know, being in the lab all day long is unbearable for me............ By the way, I am the "temporary leader", the temporary kind".

Hearing the punk's sharp questions, the "Astral Huskies" tried to continue to vague all the questions pointed at him as they did in the meeting and the mud.

And after some perfunctory explanations, this guy with excellent acting skills actually turned around and took out a piece of hard bread from the food quartermaster's box near the street and put it in his mouth.

"Quack, quack".

A mouthful of white teeth quickly chewed on the crisp crumbs of bread, and in a short time, the bread that could serve as a full-grown man's food quota was eaten by Donilla, who was dressed as a fat aristocrat............

Not to mention, Mr. Augustin did look like a cheerful traveler relaxing on a tourist, at least while carefully restraining the legendary atmosphere, he did not forget to apply a layer of "group suggestion" to himself, forcing all low-level creatures to be unable to realize the conspicuous existence of a big fat man.

However, even so, at this moment, here and here, the excuse used by the "Wolf of the Astral Plane" with a pair of slitted eyes revealing a superb gaze is indeed a bit stretched.

After all, even though he had eaten a whole piece of brown bread the size of a palm, the "tourist" Donnella still didn't mean to get out of the way from the "Whisper of Destruction".

"Okay, isn't my answer sincere?, for the sake of courtesy, I would like to ask you a question as well—where are you going when you suddenly and quietly go out without being invaded by the secondary lords?"