During the fifteen-century war of purification, the former gods of Atas have fallen. The primordial warlock and his warriors tracked, besieged, and persevered like prey, slowly pushing those ancient gods to a dead end. One by one, they die in the face of the power of magic.

The followers of these ancient gods were exterminated, their temples reduced to rubble, and even their corpses left on the main physical plane did not escape the poisonous hands. Draegos of Mestner, the Giant's Ravage, the apprentice of the primordial warlock's best at necromantic spells, knew how to use these corpses for desecration.

Dragos first experimented with the elven goddess of the hunt, and in the battle of purification, she was one of the fiercest and most heroic old gods in battle. In order to cover the withdrawal of the main force of the elves from the capital, she resisted the joint attack of the seven witch kings and finally fell.

The dead god's skull was pried open, and his brain was dug out and fed to a group of Brain Hunters raised by Rajat. The rest was left to Dragos.

He poked through his nostrils with an iron hook, destroying the medulla oblongata, and then cleaned the cranial cavity with a special drug. Next, an opening is made in the flank to remove the organs of the dead goddess. In the process, Dragos's understanding of God and divinity grows deeper and deeper, leading to his final tragedy.

However, at that time, the more Dragos dissected it, the more he felt that the elves were a primitive and backward race, a poor imitation of humans. Their appendix is more preserved, the tail vertebrae and floating ribs have not completely degenerated, some of their body hair is not adapted to the desert climate, and the size of their cranial cavity is not as large as that of humans...... These are ironclad proofs that elves belong to an inferior race.

However, as an ancient god, the body of the god itself contains great power, almost immortal and indestructible, far from being comparable to ordinary things. The Witch King soaked the corpse in a special solution for sixty days and sixty nights, then wrapped the corpse from head to toe in linen covered with mystical runes, and in the dark night when the two moons were swallowed by shadows, sixteen lich demons and the Witch King used the darkest necromancy to activate the corpse.

The reborn god body mummies have become the most terrifying killing machines, and they no longer have the slightest thought and will in them. Dark spell-powered killing** dominates the rest of their nervous systems, and once on the battlefield, even a single god-body mummy has the power to turn the tide of battle.

Centuries ago, Dragos was besieged and killed by six witch kings in his quest to become a god. His city was razed to the ground, his wealth was taken from Ankara Sultan Malik, his spell materials and slaves were divided among the other four witch kings, and Abela Chili was given four god mummies.

These four god mummies have always been carefully guarded by Ram's witch king as the biggest secret, so until today, few people have heard of them.

Last night, Muhadi, Prince Benedict, and several of the prince's men tried to sneak into the Witch King's ** with the puppeteer. At first, they went very well, and Princess Deirdre really secretly joined forces with the prince, and sent the Templar Baibars to assist them. The group managed to clear the Templars' precincts, destroying several magic circles that could increase the power of spells, and destroying several warehouses where soul obsidian was stored, so that the caster could not easily extract the life force from them.

But when they entered the **, they came out of the basket, and Prince Benedict's inner should actually not appear in the agreed place. Muhadi gave up trying and came back next time. But others were adamantly opposed to the idea, and they destroyed so much along the way that it was impossible to completely cover it up after the fact. Instead of waiting for the Witch King to settle the score, it is better to take the risk and give it a go.

After deliberation, they decided to adopt the Templar Baibars' advice and infiltrate through the underground passages. It was usually for servants and washerwomen, but there were few people checking it, and the magic was not too closely watched.

After entering the underground passage, everyone realized that their previous conjecture was completely wrong. This is indeed the passage used by the handymen, but the defense is surprisingly tight. Several of them were almost spotted by the Golden Apple Guards, and Muhati even had to take the risk of sneaking up on one of the patrolling guards from behind.

The puppeteer didn't want to do it himself, so as not to leak himself and alert the Witch King in advance. Several people had to wander around the labyrinthine underground, and finally stumbled into a secret underground facility.

That place was clearly not a testing ground for new spells, as there was almost no vegetation in it, and there were no obsidian orbs to store the souls of the dead, making it difficult to cast spells. However, there are a large pile of ancient machinery of unknown purpose, and the smell of steel and engine oil is so strong that it is disgusting. Masked and cloaked researchers came and went in silence.

Muhadi found Khorazmi in front of a strange machine that spewed intermittent steam, and the old man immersed himself in the study of a planetary gear, and was captured before anyone could get close.

The Psychic Warlock was puzzled, and after interrogation, it was revealed that Khwarazmi had been invited by the Witch King to develop a flying machine. When Abellachiri heard of his hot air balloon, she took him to her palace and ordered him to work on a heavier-than-air flying machine that would not need to be powered by magic.

From the old man's mouth, the group also learned an important news: the witch king attaches great importance to the opening of the flying machine, and he will come to supervise the work in person every once in a while.

Then, the matter of life was simple, and everyone set up an ambush on the spot. Not long after, the witch king Abellachili really came to inspect it. The puppeteer preemptively attacks first. The Witch King extracted the vitality of the palace guards to fight back, and destroyed most of the palace in a fight. Muhadi and the prince and the others were separated, so they had to run out with the old man.

Four god-body mummies crawled out of the rubble, each seven or eight feet tall, but slightly emaciated. Their bodies were wrapped in yellowed shrouds, revealing only two hollow eye sockets, projecting a death gaze. Just standing there, they emitted a divine aura as deep as the ocean, as if they were powerful and invincible. A Ram who had just been lucky enough to not die withered and died just because he was too close to the undead monster, like a dehydrated plant.

Following the order of the Witch King, the god mummy began to attack without saying a word. They move as fast as they can imagine, and ordinary people can only see the afterimage of their movements. Wherever the mummy of the god stood, the stones cracked and turned to dust, and the sand beneath his feet turned gray, forever transformed into a desecrated place where nothing grows.

However, they return quickly, but the joints of the body seem a little stiff, and the way of force is even more incredible. It looks like a marionette from a stage play, with the lower arm driving the big arm and the feet driving the legs. The puppeteers are constantly teleporting, possessing the civilians in Ram City to attack with psionic energy, while the god-bodied mummies attack those who are possessed.

The city was in complete chaos at this point, and it was full of people scrambling to get out of the city. The panic was full of caravans that could not dodge people on their backs, and people who were hiding in their houses and kneeling in prayer.

The earth seemed to erupt in a series of short, small earthquakes, and the world-famous glass pavement of the city of Ram trembled like a beating drum. Every vibration was an attack from the mummy of the god's body. No matter how huge the rock was, it would be reduced to pieces in a moment in the face of their full force. The people they hit often turn into a big crater with the ground on which they are standing, emitting green smoke.

A Ram's waterworks exploded after repeated magical bombardments and the destruction of god-body mummies, and ancient machinery in the shape of a woodpecker collapsed and leaked. Black crude oil flowed out and burned, and the raging fire soared into the air at a height of 100 feet, and the smoke obscured the bright sun. The air was filled with the stench of sulfur, and the screams of the burning and dying were apocalyptic.

"Master Muhadi," Sadiri said to him with a resolute expression. "You leave here with the four of them, and there is a small village outside the city of Ram five Palesan, waiting for me there. ”

"What about you?" asked the Psychic Warlock, standing still.

"I must stop these god-body mummies. Coral Witch's tone was firm, and her eyes were full of sympathy. Although the explosions produced by the battle came and went, they could not overpower her clear voice. "Otherwise, whoever wins the battle will surely die. ”

"Everyone in the world is going to die," Mouhati retorted, not wanting to stay here. "Sooner or later. The fate of these people is no longer out of our control, and the most we can do is to avenge them. ”

"I can't stand by while innocent people are killed. ”

"They're dead. ”

"It doesn't sound like he's dead. Satili said that the cries and cries for help of civilians could indeed be faintly heard all around.

"Even if you can stop the killing in front of your eyes, there are corners in the desert that you won't notice. Muhadi disagreed. "Even if you put a stop to all the killings, so what? Every year people die from hookah smoking and drunkenness as they do from swords. Are you going to ban smoking and drinking? Eventually, you're going to need to lock the world in an oil lamp to protect everyone. ”

"It's not like you. The Coral Witch looked at Muhati in amazement, and there was a look in her blue eyes as deep as the ocean. "The one I know you wouldn't say such a thing, it's like a declaration from someone like the Primordial Warlock......"

Camilla had said nothing, but when she heard this, she looked at the psychic warlock with a meaningful look, and the latter pretended not to see anything, and did not squint.

“...... Even if you're right, we're going to walk on a path with no end, and that's better than going backwards. Who knows how long his essence can be maintained once his bottom line is breached?"

It was like a declaration by a man of the kind of primordial magician, and this simple sentence convinced Muhadi. The Psychic Warlock had always feared that he would be assimilated into Rajat's consciousness, and when he heard what the Primordial Warlock would do, he wanted to do the opposite and prove his independence.

"You're right. The Psychic Warlock bowed slightly to the legendary mage, indicating that he had been taught. "But I'm not leaving, I'm going to stay and fight as well. ”

"I'm counting on you to convince Sadiri, it looks like it's going to be a no-brainer. Amal ibn Haran sighed, and from his breath he wished to flee the battlefield as soon as possible. However, seeing that the Coral Witch was unwilling to leave, he had no choice but to stay. "May posterity write a poem for Ammar, who died heroically between the Witch King and the Mad Mind Warlock. ”

The muscle daddy looked up at the witch king who was raging wildly to show his strength, his brows twitched, and Muhati could feel that he was still a little scared in his heart. "Didn't I say before that if a few of us join forces, the Witch King will be no problem? "Muscle Daddy is starting to brag. "What's the matter, now the opportunity has come, don't be afraid, Daddy protects you. ”

Camila combed her head with one hand, "Forget it this time, but from now on, you are not allowed to assert your own opinions, and you must obey my orders." She thought in her head, making sure that only the Psychic Warlock could comprehend her thoughts.

For some reason, there was always a strange sense of familiarity coming from the Great Druid, and the Psychic Warlock could barely resist the urge to get close to him. It must have been some kind of hormonal trick, and Muhati reminded himself not to be swayed by the other party.

High in the air, the Witch King changes her battle strategy, using simulacrum to summon one of her clones, followed by a chain of time stops and a chain of accidents. In an instant, an overwhelming array of powerful plastic spells poured down on the ground like a sandstorm. The explosion of ice, fire, acid, electricity, and positive and negative energy slashed the ground down by more than ten feet. Such a dense release of spells is like the most intense symphony, and magic is the instrument of this death song.

Thousands of innocent people have been killed by the Witch King's soul-draining of the Blasphemer's abilities just to pay for the life force necessary for the spell. Screams rang out one after another, in the intervals between explosions and explosions.

In contrast, the puppeteer's counterattack was not so powerful and brilliant. But it is strange and changeable, and there are more insidious and deceitful places. If the attack of magic is a dignified battlefield duel, the attack of psionic energy is like a treacherous and stealthy assassination, and if you are not careful, you will lose everything.

The Great Psychic Warlock controlled many civilians who did not escape from the city, and used them as a decoy and a platform for attack. Her main body exhibits multiple psychic abilities and is immune to most elemental magic. The flame jumping ability and advanced teleportation allowed her to disappear from one place and reappear from another, and the mummy of the god body was fast, but it was always a fraction of a second, and it still couldn't attack her.

The puppeteer's attacks reach the depths of the Witch King's soul, and her abilities break through the protective spells, corrupting Abellachili's mind little by little, making the latter more sluggish, less calm, and more controllable. The Witch King's spells, though still extremely powerful, were slightly off the beaten end with each blow. And in battles at this level, it is often a thousand miles away.

Not only that, but the Great Psychic Warlock also tried to plant suicidal thoughts in the depths of the Witch King's subconscious, deceiving the latter's nervous system with the Disaster of Life and the Death Calling ability, trying to make her heart stop and die suddenly. The Puppeteer's Erase ability also came in handy, as it could delete a spell that the Witch King had memorized before she could cast a spell.

So although on the surface, the Witch King has the upper hand, but who wins and who loses is unpredictable. The battle between a mage and a psychic warlock is often suddenly overturned at the last moment, and outsiders often don't know why, and they don't even know what happened.

"How long can you hide, my Wavrey. "The Witch King seems to have remembered some of his past memories. "There are fewer and fewer civilians for you to possess and drive, and for every point this battle drags on, my chances of victory increase. ”

"For every person who dies here, there is one less person you can draw life force from when you cast a spell. The puppeteer did not show weakness and responded to the other party's taunts with mockery. "So that's the difference between you and me, you don't really have power, all you have is magic, and magic has to rely on external objects to give you power. And my psionic energy is power itself!"

As soon as the puppeteer's words fell, the main body appeared over a street where many corpses were lying on the ground. The Witch King did not miss this opportunity to attack, and in an instant, two powerful missile storms, and hundreds of arcane projectiles dragging blue trails pierced the sky and flew towards the Great Psychic Warlock. At the same time, the Witch King himself swooped down from a high altitude and then flew close to the ground, intending to shorten the distance and win with one blow.

Just as the Witch King was flying across the ground, she concentrated on showing her abilities, and the reality around her was suddenly distorted, and the incomparably strong psionic fluctuations shook the souls of everyone in the city.

A large group of glowing figures suddenly appeared, some high and some low, floating in the air, surrounding the witch king, as if people in the downtown area were watching a strange person who suddenly broke in. All of the figures who appeared were dressed in tight polka burqas and wore the eerie smiley mask. The mental fluctuations emanating from all the figures were the same as those of the puppeteer himself.

The battlefield, which had been filled with the noise of explosions, suddenly fell silent for a moment.

"It took me some time to get ready for this fight. How's that, surprise?" The puppeteer's voice came from the mouths of a hundred people. "A hundred avatars bred by the mind demon, a hundred psionic golems second only to me, a hundred executioners who are about to end your life! ”

"Maybe you really have a chance against me, and your new shaping spell is really creative. But in front of a hundred me, you have no way to escape. After speaking, as if to make a footnote to this sentence, a hundred times the previous psionic attack roared towards Ram's Witch King.

Just when the Witch King was in ambush, Tyr and his party also exchanged hands with the god mummy.

Satili fights three god-body mummies alone, while the rest deal with the remaining one. These undead divine monsters had turned a blind eye to the Tyrs, but when the Coral Witch stopped them from harming the civilians, they immediately shifted their attack to get in their way.

A god-like mummy half-knelt down on its torso, leaping forward, kicking out deep cracks in the boulder under its feet with such force that it kicked out. As Du broke through the sound barrier, the explosion it caused as it galloped and toppled several half-collapsed shops, and several civilians hiding in the house turned into pieces of bloody corpses and flew out, and the Coral Witch in its path didn't seem to have time to react.

As if that weren't enough, another god-body mummy began to cast a spell to strengthen its own fighting power, summoning mortal black flames to rain down from the sky and strike at the place where the Coral Witch stood. Although these ancient gods have long since died, their remaining bodies in the world can still arouse powerful divine power, and no one dares to attack them.

The third mummy circled the back of the legendary mage, blocking her from a possible retreat, and with the slightest carelessness, it was ready to tear the Coral Witch to shreds.

At the last moment, Satili unleashed an arcane blast centered on herself, and the pure magical power roared and struggled to spread from all directions. The black magic flames collided with the magic and burst into an incomparably brilliant flame, so powerful that it even overshadowed the battle between the puppeteer and the witch king who were fighting together. The mummy of the god's body that flew in the air crashed into the wall of destruction made of magical energy, and retreated with a faster shock than before.

The fourth god's mummy's torso and limbs were entangled in thick vines that emerged from the ground, and he did not participate in the siege of the Coral Witch. Camilla put her hands on the ground and half-knelt on the ground, summoning these strange and powerful living plants to grab the former. Muscle Daddy from the side, and the thief Amal attacked from behind with a sharp blade. The psychic Muhadi protected the old man from harm, while distractedly summoning an energy spear that plunged straight into the head of the god's mummy.

All three of them succeeded in attacking at the same time, but did almost no damage. The thief's backstab couldn't pierce even the shroud of the god's mummy, and the muscular daddy was a little better than him, but his scimitar couldn't cut through his opponent's skin. Muhadi's energy spear creates a visually striking explosion when it hits its target, but its only effect seems to be to anger the trapped mummy.

The huge commotion generated by the battle even aroused the idea of the Witch King and the puppeteer in the battle, "I see that an honored guest has come to Ram. "Under the siege of a hundred great psychic magicians, Abellachili's situation seems to be dangerous, and she may be defeated at any moment, and her soul will be scattered. But even so, she still seemed at ease, as if she didn't take the danger into account. "As Lord of Ram, how can I not show my hospitality?"

The Witch King and her simulacrum clones were instantaneously mirrored at the same time, and dozens of mirrors that were completely identical to the main body appeared in the air. The battle in the air suddenly became chaotic, with dozens of psychic golems frantically attacking these mirror images to threaten the Witch King's body, while dozens of others simultaneously displayed resonant abilities, preparing to merge into more powerful beings.

Abellachiri began to chant a long incantation, and before the spell could take shape, the strong fluctuations in magical energy made everyone feel a sense of danger. The many incarnations of the puppeteer, such as Wagner's flying Valkyrie, the moth to the fire and the Witch King's protective magic come forward to attack, and the number of mirror images is greatly reduced, and the Lord of Ram is about to have nowhere to hide.

At the last moment, the Witch King's spell was completed.

The signs first appeared from the horizon, and the aurora-like band of light spread from dark to bright, spreading from the periphery to the center. And the birds of heaven fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and crying in mourning. The iron and other metal objects on the ground burst out with bright electric sparks, attracting each other and making it difficult to separate.

The mounts or camels of the caravans in Ram City, who were lucky enough not to die at this time, were panicked, barked incessantly, and even broke the reins and scurried. The horses kicked the ground in panic and ploughed the ground. The precious pure-blooded lizard threw its owner from behind and bit its tail into a ring. The owners of the shell beetles scolded them in every possible way, but they did not order these huge insects to move half a step.

The Witch King Abellachiri is suspended in the air with her sheer magical power, channeling the power of legendary magic to her heart's content. Blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, the bright light radiating from her eyes obscured her pupils, and bright electric sparks shot out from her fingertips and ends, like a goddess of thunder and lightning. The electromagnetic force has now been tamed by the power of magic, and has become a tool for the witch king to destroy miè.

The connection between the particles of matter was distorted and broken, and even the most perfect psionic energy could not be immune to this outright damage, and several doppelgangers created by mental puppets were destroyed on the spot under this blow, and fire fell to the earth like meteors.

More clones tried to dodge back, but were now unable to move. It was as if the air had become an impregnable cage that bound their bodies. Under the will of the Witch King, the originally active, unrestrained, and irregularly moving gas particles were firmly bound by the electromagnetic force, as if they were lined up in a neat phalanx. The trapped clones cast their abilities to teleport, but it was this momentary delay that swept through them and ruthlessly crushed them.

The effect of the spell continued, and the Witch King looked at the greatly reduced number of enemies in front of him, and said in a thunderous voice, "I recognize the helper you have hired, the new Witch King of Tyr, Coral Witch." What an empathetic slut. ”

She turned to Satili, who still had the upper hand in the battle of the three god-body mummies alone, "I heard about the Battle of Tyr, the three witch kings attacked Tyr but were defeated, it is very epic. But today, I want to make the battle of Ram even better, and it will still be sung by bards a hundred years later. ”

"Such a big battle is just right for the funeral of a great psychic mancer, isn't it?"

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