Chaos spreads all around, the ground shuddered uncontrollably, and the twisted metal pillars and dome emitted eerie **. The Barthez shouted in their strange language, some began to run around, trying to escape through the passages, while others of higher ranks simply used their teleportation abilities to disappear.

Duke Phorkas stopped listening, and the first to use the ability to teleport disappeared from the Sunken Theater. Although it is stronger than verbal warfare and academic research, it is not very capable of fighting head-on. Since Duke Qiaoyan, one after another, the magic flashed, and the great devils disappeared one by one.

A powerful current flowed through the metal floor beneath the psychic mancer's feet, and Muhati had to stand on one foot to avoid creating a huge stride voltage difference. What the hell was going on? Thoughts flashed through his mind, none of which could perfectly explain the situation at hand.

The female psychic Aisha was not around, and she had just slipped out so that she could carry out her plan. Now Muhathir himself can't show his abilities, and the situation is becoming more and more dangerous.

A metal wall melted by the heat of magic, like a river that had been blocked by a dam suddenly bursting, and rushed towards Muhadi. But unlike the collapse of the banks, it is not the rushing water that comes in, but the blazing liquid metal. Little by little, the dark red death filled the sunken theater, leaving Muhati with no way to escape.

Several lower-ranking Barthez demons - bone demons, inferior demons, etc., were directly engulfed by the surging molten metal because they could not escape. Several slightly humanoid bodies can be seen struggling violently in molten iron, trying to escape, but in the end they are completely engulfed by waves of liquid metal.

The moment before the molten metal surged to his footing, the telemancer jumped onto the podium used by the prosecutor, the molten metal parting from both sides like a tidal wave that had knocked down the reef. The heat ruffled the hairs from Muhadi's forehead, causing them to wither and wither, but they were not life-threatening for a while.

What is the density of the bronze when it melts? The Psychic Warlock scanned his memories as quickly as he saw if he could survive by standing on an iron plate floating on the surface of liquid metal.

"Help me! A voice came suddenly, and although it was eager, it sounded soft and pleasant. The Psychic Warlock briefly distracted himself from the escape, and found that the Otherworldly Servant Karin was in an even worse situation than himself.

As a prisoner on trial, she was originally detained at the lowest level of the Sunken Theater. So when molten liquid metal swept through the area, Kailin bore the brunt of it. The density of the molten metal was high, so the Otherworldly Priest didn't fully sink into it. But the red-hot liquid metal had flooded her legs, setting fire to her already shabby and tattered prison clothes. Her face seemed to be distorted with pain, oozing beads of sweat that shimmered with light. Although her life was not immediately in danger, it seemed that she would not be able to hold out for long.

Muhadi raised an eyebrow in some surprise, he didn't expect the existence of the upper plane to be so tough, and he didn't die immediately when he fell into the molten metal. Organisms on the main material plane do not have such a strong ability to withstand high temperatures, and proteins are inactivated when water approaches boiling temperatures. Obviously, the gods, like the demons, are not simple living beings. If you have the opportunity to study it, you might be able to learn something.

It's just that now is clearly not a good time for academic research. Surrounded by a pool of molten metal in a city of Batez's demons, it's a terrible place to study by Athas's standards.

The Psychic Warlock quickly glanced at the Otherworldly Priest, and Kailin had the shackles and shackles of the Devil Barthez in her hands. Although Muhathir was not a mage, he could guess that the torture instruments were attached to very powerful magic, suppressing the abilities of the otherworldly gods, making it impossible for her to save herself.

Muhadi stood on the stage and pondered what he could do to help Kailin escape the trap. He glanced around, and although the Inquisitors were standing higher and there was no liquid metal pouring up for the time being, there was nothing there that could help reverse the current dangerous situation.

The Psychic Warlock then looked up and saw that the Adamantite ceiling above his head had not yet melted. There are regular protrusions on the top of the ceiling to restrain the inextinguishable flame for lighting. On the edge of the ceiling, there are also some bronze gargoyles that have not yet melted, with hideous faces and hateful images.

He unbuttoned his turban, the strip of cloth that had been white now looked yellowed. But now was not the time to think about it, as the Psychic grabbed a handful of coins from his waist and wrapped them around the end of the strip of cloth to act as a weight. Then he threw out the strip of cloth with all his might, which hung right on the metal gargoyle statue. The psychic tugged hard to make sure it was secured. Then take a leap.

The experience of leaping over the flowing molten metal is really not very comfortable. The rising air, heated by liquid metal, was hotter than Muhadi had anticipated, and the telemancer visibly felt all the bare skin on his body bubble up, and his feet barely felt sensation. Still, he overcame these difficulties with willpower, pulling out a hand to grab the shiny hair of the Otherworldly Divine Servant Karin, and lifting her out of the liquefied metal.

The Psychic Warlock used all his strength to flung Kaylin to the judgment seat, which was safe for the time being. The Priest is not heavy, but it is not a toy that can be easily tossed around by one person. Luckily, Kailin's stump spread just in time, allowing her to land safely at her destination.

Muhadi climbed up the strip of cloth, and by this time the liquid metal had already burned the end of the strip. The telemancer grabbed the statue of the metal gargoyle, his palms hissing and white like roast meat on an iron plate. Then he rolled over and stood on top of the statue and struggled to jump onto the judgment seat.

"Praise you!" Kaylin, the Otherworldly Divine Squire, first expressed her gratitude, and then said, "You're hurt!"

"Luckily, I didn't feel any pain. Muhadi said simply, without a hint of tremor in his voice. "How are you now, can you fight?"

"If the fight is inevitable, you'll have to help me remove these Barthez shackles and handcuffs first...... They're holding me back. Karin replied quickly, and though she had more scars on her body than a psychic sorcerer, she still seemed to care more about Muhadi than about herself.

The Psychic Warlock nodded, looking down at the handcuffs and shackles. The locks used by the devils are ingenious, and the design of the closing mechanism is even more ingenious. Probably because most of the Butterz Devils have the ability to create strange things, the lock doesn't use a key or anything like that, but opens it with a specific combination - in other words, it's a combination lock.

Muhadi can't show his abilities for the time being, but the combination lock can't make it difficult for him. The Psychic Warlock has synaesthesia, he can feel sounds, hear colors, or see the subtle marks left on the combination lock by the sulfur-smelling bodily fluids oozing from the devil's fingers.

Because sweat sticks to the surface with every touch, the heaviest mark is the first symbol of the code, and the lightest is the last symbol. The Psychic Warlock quickly opened the handcuffs in Kailin's hand, and the shackles were red and shiny after soaking in liquid metal for a while, so the Psychic Warlock was the second to undo it.

"You really don't feel pain? I can't imagine life like this. Karin asked, though there was more amazement than curiosity in her tone, as if she were stating an incredible fact. Muhati looked at his hand, although it was burned, but it was not enough to seriously affect his physical function, and nodded.

"I'm weak now, but at least I can do this. The Otherworldly Priest said to the Psychic Warlock, and then, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she was concentrating. Kailin placed a hand on Muhadi's forearm, and a strange sensation flowed through the latter's body. When the Psychiocrat looked again, the burns on his body had healed.

"What is this?" said Muhadi, waving his arm away from Kailin's hand. "I don't accept any other gods' assistance. And I remember that you were not banished by the Heavenly Mountain, and your former master is still giving you divine magic?"

"I don't have a master, I didn't have it in the past, and I won't have it in the future. I don't serve anyone, or God. The only thing that can make me loyal is the idea of justice itself. The priest said Karin, her tone so flat, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her, but the faint sadness on her face was unbearable to look at. "Since the day I was banished from Heavenly Mountain, my divine magic has all disappeared. But I've found a new way to acquire divine magic, without dedicating myself to a particular god, any abstract concept is fine. ”

Exactly the answer I wanted to hear, Muhati said to himself in his heart. "This kind of magic you mentioned...... Is this ability unique to you, or can other people learn it in the same way, without believing in any particular god?"

"Anyone can learn. Kailin replied without reservation, not realizing the meaning behind Muhathir's question.

Perfect, thought the Psychic Warlock, if he, the clergy who already had his command, could master the magic in this way...... The belief system of the multiverse will lead to an unprecedented reshuffle.

Hurried footsteps were heard, and Muhadi could tell that Aisha had returned. He turned his head and asked the female psychomancer, "What's going on outside?"

"Battle......" The female psychomancer only had time to utter a short word.

Upheaval abrupt.

The top of the entire sunken theater was lifted, and the thick and sturdy, several feet thick pure gold roof was twisted and torn like a toy, and was thrown high into the air and fell to the side.

A figure dressed like an emperor floated in the air, looking condescendingly at Muhadi, the female psychomancer beside him, and the otherworldly god Kalin. Vast magical power poured out of him, with a heavy blasphemer aura. Higher in the sky, a colorful dragon with five heads soared.

"Looks like I owe you a formal introduction," said the richly dressed blasphemer-looking blasphemous mage, bowing slightly at the Psychic Warlock. His eyes were full of complicated emotions that even a psychic warlock couldn't see. "Even though we traveled together not long ago, I used the image of the devil mage to disguise me, so you may not know what happened by now. I am Nibennay of Nibennay City, and you may have heard of my nickname, the Shadow King. I am a master of illusion magic, an ally of Polis, an enemy of the gnomes, and the master of your illegally occupied body. ”

When the last few words were spoken, the Witch King Nibennai's tone became cold and hard, as if an iceberg had cracked. "My apprentice, death at your hands!"

"Let me think about it, it's kind of ironic right now, isn't it?" the Witch King shook his head, and continued, his tone softening slightly. "You, who are said to be the host of a remnant of my master's soul, have killed one of my apprentices. If I follow the morality of master and disciple and avenge my apprentice, then I am making an enemy of my master and breaking this morality. ”

"You don't have to worry about this moral dilemma, I'm not a primordial warlock. Muhati raised his head and looked into the Witch King's eyes, without flinching.

That's what your friend claims. The Witch King pointed at the distance, and it was only then that Muhati noticed that the Coral Witch was also here. He waved at Satili, who returned the salute. "Frankly, I'm not convinced. But it doesn't matter, even if you are really my master's remnant. I was able to do it thousands of years ago, and I can do it now, thousands of years later. ”

"So what are you waiting for?" the Psychic Warlock asked, looking up.

Nibennay smiled almost inaudibly, "When you are thousands of years old, you will find that you spend more and more time touching the situation, and your concentration on reality is decreasing day by day. Besides, shouldn't we have a good talk about the old man's stubborn illness?

"I'm afraid I don't have anything to talk to you about. Muhadi said, shaking his head.

"Really, aren't you curious why I didn't kill you when I used illusion to control you in the first place?" asked the Witch King Nibennay, still floating in the air.

"If you want to say it. Mohathir said. "No matter how I respond, you'll say it. ”

"That's right. Nibennay applauded slowly. "But when I arrived at Seal City, I discussed with Polis how to set up a trap to trap you. The two of us joined forces, traveled for a short period of time, and then together we took control of the ancient halfling...... It was an unexpectedly bitter battle, but in the end, the Witch King always won. ”

"I knew that the little trap I had laid there would eventually tempt you to take the bait, and you had a strange ability to go wherever there was danger. Like all heroes or demon kings in the story," Niben smiled. Or like all the brainless adventurers who kill themselves in reality. ”

"Unlike other witch kings, I'm used to researching my opponent before I fight. When I was still in the battle of purification, this little habit helped me to overcome many false gods worshipped by the inhuman race. Nibennay pointed to the Coral Witch. "For example, our young friend has a lot of mana, but I know from her past battles that she doesn't know a lot of spells. Isn't it, little girl?"

"I don't have the inventor of magic to teach the spells himself," Satili said to the Witch King from the terrace of a metal building in the distance, rejoicing that the Psychic Warlock and Kailin had survived. "Not a hundredth of your age. ”

"It's a sharp mouth. Nibennay shrugged. "But, in Bato Nine. She was naturally suppressed by the nature of the plane itself. And her sun spells, while impressive, are not infallible either. Based on my research, and a little bit of bold speculation, it was enough to make me a little prepared. ”

"You see, by studying the nature of light, I can add some ...... to this characteristic red light of Batow Something special. Not much. But by the time she drew the energy needed to cast the spell from the light, I was already hurting her slowly and covertly. Nibennay said. "As for you, my apprentices have captured some of Tyre's soldiers for me, as well as some other 'sources'. I've found it interesting to imagine that whenever you are in a state of near-death, you enter a state of mystery. In that state, you're very close to what the primordial warlock once was. So, I don't want to kill you. As long as you use illusion to control you, it will be fine, and you will not have a life box or something to resurrect. “

"Since you don't dare kill me," Muhadi noted. "Then why are you willing to reveal your true colors now?"

Nibennabi made a gesture as if to introduce the actors on the stage. "This has nothing to do with this little girl mage, and the vitality required to maintain the illusion is too high...... Also, don't think you can't kill yourself until we find your real name...... You'd rather we kill you. ”

"Empty threats, and you should know that, as a psychic mancer, I have no fear. Muhadi replied.

"It's a shame that revenge would be a big loss if you don't add a little fear. Niben said in a tone of regret. "But I'll figure out some ways to remedy it, like, you may not really have fear, but of course you have it in the people you care about, don't you?"

"Also, I'd really like to see if the Psychic Warlock is the absolute master of his own consciousness as you claim to be. You see, there's another important reason why I don't kill killers. Meeting the wise men and getting your real name is much more difficult than I had anticipated at first. Are the wise men...... It is not provided for free and comes at a terrible price...... Otherwise, just seeing it in its true form can destroy all of one's sanity. Nibennay said. “...... You are alive to be a victim of one of our rituals. ”

"The only one who will be killed today is yourself, Nibennay. Coral Witch, standing on the metal terrace in the distance, said. "You can't threaten anyone here today, we'll stop you. The Witch King is not invincible, as I have proven in Tyre and in Ram. ”

"Karak and Abellachili, I will avenge them too. Nibennay turned back to Sadiri. "Do you really think I'm going to tell you at length about my grand plan like a chattering old man, even if you have the slightest chance of destroying it?"

Muhati frowned, and Sadiri in the distance turned her head sharply, staring at the clearing, as if she sensed something over there.

"Tell you the truth, Eboulis was summoned from me at the beginning of our conversation. I used my illusion to cover his figure so that he could calmly set up the locks to prevent you from escaping. Niben smiled faintly, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as knife marks.

"The battlefield that was prepared in advance, plus the two Witch Kings, are you still so confident now?" the Shadow King gestured, and the Ten Thousand Colors Sky Dragon, which had been soaring in the air, swooped down quickly. Although it has not yet landed, the coercion brought by the huge body and divinity has made it difficult for people to breathe. "Plus, I've completely studied the fighting styles and weaknesses of the two of you, do you really think you have a chance to win?"

As if some curtain had been lifted, an aura stronger and more dangerous than that of the Witch King Niben was approaching. The overflow of magical energy was so dense that the air around the battlefield began to glow slightly. Eboulis, the thought came to Muhadi and Sadiri at the same time.

"Nibennay has never studied my fighting style and weaknesses, and we still have a chance. In Muhadi's ear, the female psychic Aisha said. As her words fell, a strange but powerful ability comparable to that of the Witch King surged from within her.

"I'll explain it all to you after the battle. Aisha said to Muhadi.

The Psychic Warlock never imagined that at this moment, this companion of his own would be able to display a far greater strength than himself.