"Where is he?" asked the Psychic Warlock.

"Not anywhere. The clown replied. "It's when. ”

"Guessing is not my forte. ”

The Joker shrugged indifferently, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of response. "So let me put it another way, do you prefer to listen to longer stories or shorter?"

"The kind with less nonsense. The psychic replied.

"When the seven-section scepter is in effect, it is bound to attract unwanted attention. The clown replied by standing on one foot, and after a while he switched to the other. The bell on his body then cracked...... Muhadi wondered if he still had some of his old habits. The Seven Scepters can make the Angels of the Seven Heavenly Mountains fall, and let the devils of the Nine Hells of Bato do good. Could it be that some people are so tenacious in nature that they can't even touch the artifact that can reverse a person's camp?

"In order to prevent the tracers from discovering it, Camilla's messenger cast a mysterious and ancient spell to hide before the artifact took effect. The clown turned to look at the Psychic Warlock, the bell on his hat rattling again. "It will only leave when it is certain that everything is irretrievable. ”

"It does sound like some powerful spell. Muhati touched his chin and said. "It's not like a mere emissary of the Witch King can master it. ”

"Maybe he has a scroll that the Witch King made himself, who knows?" the clown shrugged, his voice erratic. "The seven-section scepter has made me wise from stupid, but I am not omniscient. ”

"Maybe. Muhadi stared at the clown, noticing the slightest changes in his face, the most inconspicuous muscle twitches, the knee-jerk eye movements, the most insignificant dilation of pupils...... "But why are you helping me? Don't tell me that you are helpful by nature, that means you would rather be cynical before the seven-section scepter takes effect...... I wonder why Fatoumah and Fahd would trust someone like you to stay here?"

"You should be curious about why we believe them. The clown grinned, revealing an ugly smile. "Warlords, warmongers, bloodthirsty mercenaries...... What is the difference between them and their own enemies? In the past, sons buried their fathers, but now fathers bury their sons. The Great Expedition brought as many deaths to Atas as the Purification War waged by the primordial warlock Rajat thousands of years ago. You should be called the Great Enemy and the Propagator of War like him. ”

"As for the Iron Bitch, she has countless tribal warriors, psionics, and fanatical missionaries under her command. She tolerated me here for the same reason anyone would tolerate an ant in their tent - they couldn't see it and didn't care. ”

Did the clown hint at his resemblance to Rajat mean it?, the Psychic Sorcerer was silent for a moment, and finally asked. "And your name?"

"You can call me Berkel. ”

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Psychic abilities that manipulate time are generally classified as psychic teleportation (spirit travelers), and are mostly the most difficult ones. Prior to Bato's trip to prison, Muhathir would have been almost completely unable to demonstrate these abilities, with which he was unfamiliar.

But ever since all the wise men (even just remembering that inexplicable strange being), the Psychic Warlock felt a palpitation of uneasiness. revealed the true name of the Psychic Warlock, and his power was growing at an unnatural rate. Many of the previously obscure psionic theories seemed to become self-evident overnight, and many psionic abilities that were once difficult to control became easy to receive. Almost every day, new abilities are realized as if they have been mastered for a long time, only to be remembered anew.

Back in time, this is one of the most profound abilities of the teleportation system, and it requires extreme concentration. The Psychic closes his eyes and feels the flow of time.

Some mages who have the ability to manipulate time describe this feeling as swimming against the river of time, and the further upstream you go, the stronger the resistance of the water becomes. But in the synaesthesia of the psychic mancer, the past and the future seem to be unconnected, and the images unfold in front of him. The image of the future was shrouded in a thick mist, and the shadows cast from the few crevices were bloody and brutal. The images of the past are shaky and blurry, as if blocked by some kind of barrier, and the more you concentrate, the more difficult it is to see, and someone deliberately obscures them.

Spying on the shaky mirror image seemed to have countless sharp knives stabbing into the mind of a psychic sorcerer, and then slowly stirring and never ending. Muhadi felt no pain, but he could feel the great disruption of his mind and the danger of forcing his way through the barrier.

In this realm beyond time, the Psychic Warlock forced his way through the barrier that stood in his way. Turbulent psionic energy emerged from the deep corners of the soul, resisting the resistance of sharp knives.

It's as if you're stuck in a sticky swamp beneath your feet, and the amount of psionic energy you expend for each step forward increases exponentially. Even though his strength had grown considerably, Muhadi felt his aura drain like a dam bursting its banks.

Almost on the verge of running out of oil, the barrier seemed to decay suddenly. The resistance, which once weighed more than a thousand pounds, seemed to be insignificant, and with a slight touch, it melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun of the desert.

When Muhadi opened his eyes again, a fierce hot wind blew in his face, and the familiar sun hung high in the sky again. Several men and women wrapped in robes seemed to be frightened by his sudden appearance, and were pointing and whispering in a circle.

The psionic energy did not work as the psychic had hoped, and arrived a little later than Muhadi had expected. Originally, he had planned to go back to before the messenger arrived, but from the perspective of the sun overhead, he guessed that the messenger had arrived now, and the time to activate the seven-section scepter was very close.

The error is acceptable, but it's a very esoteric ability. And no other psychic warlock has ever been able to leap for such a long time.

A few spear-wielding samurai seemed to notice the unusual commotion and were hurrying towards them. In the distance, the Great Khan's large golden tent was vividly visible, and strings of flags painted with various coats of arms fluttered in the wind. Farther away, there were galloping cavalry everywhere, hooves like thunder, swift as the wind. Countless tents and bazaars covered the land like weeds.

Inside the huge golden tent, richly dressed nobles and tribal leaders, missionaries and psychic warriors exuding psionic fluctuations, petitioners who came to petition, and Mamluks who maintained order surrounded the messengers of the witch king Malik, but none of them dared to step forward. Like a pack of vicious wolves surrounded by poisonous snakes.

The head wolf was Fatoumah, a woman, an elf, and agent of the Great Khan and the Prophet, the chief of the believers, the Great Conqueror, who rose from the carpet adorned with countless jewels, and pulled out her thick, ugly, two-headed scimitar and pointed it at the messenger's head.

"It's too late. The messenger said, a smile on his face hidden by a black turban.

It was at this moment that the Psychic Warlock teleported into the Great Tent, and the ability completely drained what little spirit he had left.

Muhadi attacked the messenger from behind, and when the scimitar reached his body, a stone skin spell was activated on the latter's body. Although it did not cause any damage, the messenger stumbled and failed to activate the seven-section scepter.

Fatuma stands her psionic advisor, the Legion, created by the Thousand Soul Heads, the former psionic leader of Athas, with the ability of the Mind Seed. The moment Muhadi appeared, the Legion identified the Psychic Warlock with psionic fluctuations, and it immediately attacked the Witch King's messenger.

On the other side of Fatumah stood a Barthez Desire, who did not recognize the sudden appearance of Muhadi, and instantly unleashed a powerful shaping spell that enveloped both the Witch King's messenger and the Psychic Warlock.

The elven girl herself changed the direction of her scimitar with lightning speed, twisted to her side and opened the Barthez Lust spell. The top of the tent was burned into a large hole, and the energy ball continued to disperse the clouds in the air.