While leaving the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Dead, Muhadi had an interesting story.

As undead creatures, zombies do not have mental fluctuations. They have only instincts, and they are bound by magic and obey the will of their masters. But the psychic warlock sensed that a staggering zombie was dissipating thoughts.

It's an impostor, the Psychic Mancer decides. But how could someone pretend to be a zombie?

Muhadi crept up to the imposter and projected his words into the other's mind. "You're not a zombie. Who the hell are you?"

The guy didn't seem to expect to be recognized. A look of horror appeared on his face that should have been calm and waveless. "How did you ......," he said in a fast, deep voice. "Forget it, it doesn't matter. ”

"Of course, it doesn't matter who I am, but who you are does. "Muhadi used psionic power to communicate. "Unless you feel like your life doesn't matter. ”

"I say!" the man begged for mercy under the weight of the Psychic Warlock's abilities. "You're not going to sue the dead, are you?"

"That's not what you should care about. ”

"Well, I guess I don't have any other choice. The man said. "I'm a member of the Revolutionary League, and I'm infiltrated by the Society of the Dead. ”

"Revolutionary League?"

"One of the philosophical factions of the Seal City...... Ma'am, you don't even know this, you must be a material plane puffer. ”

Muhadi unleashed an ability, and a sharp knife composed of psionic energy stabbed into the opponent's mind, causing severe pain. At the same time, he used his limb manipulation ability to force the imposter into his mouth, stifling the screams alive.

"Tell me more about this revolutionary alliance. The psychic warlock commanded the other party.

After being punished by Muhadi, the impostor became much more honest. "The Revolutionary League is a collection of rebels. He gasped. "All those factions, the Society of the Dead, the Society of Harmony, the Merciful Slayer, the Doomsday Guardians, the Ascenders...... They are all degenerate, corroded. The powerful have long since abandoned their ideals and become a tool for suppressing the people! The only way to change this is to beat them to the ground, completely smash them, and overthrow their rule!"

"Are you enemies of all factions?" Mouhathir was intrigued.

"We are enemies of the yoke of freedom!" said the man. "Through the struggle, what we lose is only the shackles, but what we win is the entire universe!"

"What does this have to do with you dressing up in disguise and coming to the Society of the Dead?"

"Spy on intelligence and stir up these philosophical factions to fight each other. The pain fuzzed the man's nerves, and he couldn't refuse the psychic man's question.

I see, Muhati thought. "Sue me. "He uses psionic energy to communicate. "Have any of you been involved in the gods or not the gods?"

"Yes, yes. The imposter replied. "The Divine Fellowship is currently locked down, but this is not a problem for our Revolutionary Alliance! Our comrades have a portal that leads directly to the interior of the Broken Temple. As long as you let me go, I'll sue you ......"

Eventually, Muhathir obtained the information he wanted from the other party, and then left the morgue, the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Dead. The dead would undoubtedly have been happy to hear that an undercover agent was ambushing their headquarters, but the Psychic Warlock decided it was none of his business and kept it a secret for the impostor.

The man said that the non-god society is currently blocked, which is a meaningful message. Muhadi decided to go and find out for himself.

He walked to the neighborhood where the Broken Temple was located, and all sorts of pedestrians rushed along the way. Intelligent life from all corners of the multiverse can be encountered in the alleys here, some of them are stunningly beautiful, some are inexplicably terrifying.

As he walked along the road, Mohamad couldn't help but be captivated by the miracle that this great city represents. Imprint City is not on any planet, it hovers above the top of the Infinity Spike and resembles a giant tire. Blocks and buildings are located on the inside of the "tires", and the direction of gravity is always pointing outward. In fact, when I looked up in the Seal City, I saw not the sky, but the street opposite.

The gravity here is similar to that of Atas, perhaps slightly lower, and suitable for the survival of the Athas people. The composition of the air here is equally suitable for the Atas. The Psychic Warlock didn't think much of it when he first came here, but now that he thinks about it, he thinks it's incredible. What makes the races in the multiverse fit the same gravity and air composition?

Where does the gravity of the imprint city come from? The outside of the "tire" is a void, and nothing exists. Why does gravity always point to that void?

As for the Infinity Pinnacle, although it has a foot and a summit, its height is infinite. One can never reach the top of the mountain without climbing up from the bottom of the mountain with the help of a portal. According to the Outlanders, this thing is similar to an interval on a number line, with boundaries, but the real numbers in it are infinite. Between the base and the summit, there are also countless layers of the mountainside of the Infinite Pinnacle, which is the quirky and fascinating place of the Outlands.

All outer planes rotate endlessly on the axis of the infinite spike. Batow's Hell and the Bottomless Abyss is one of the outer planes.

In addition to the outer planes, the multiverse also has many inner planes. For example, the fire plane, the water plane, these elemental planes, and the quasi-elemental planes.

The main plane of matter does not belong to the outer or inner plane, they are so numerous that they are too numerous to count.

Plus the astral plane, phlogiston sea...... The multiverse is as vast as mortals can imagine.

Muhadi, who had come to the city of Seals, already knew that in this vast multiverse of imagination, the number of intelligent races was pitiful. Humans, elves, dwarves, and other races exist in most planes. It is puzzling why there are the same races in different worlds.

One possible explanation, thought Muhadi, was that all the planes of humans (or elves, dwarves) shared a common origin. There is an initial plane from which the human race of the entire multiverse originates. But the problem with this interpretation is that if this initial plane exists, it must communicate with all planes, otherwise it is impossible to spread its species. But how can such a convenient plane not be known?

The second possible explanation is that humans in different planes arose and multiplied independently. Why are human beings in different worlds so similar that they are not even reproductively isolated? It can only be understood that there is some kind of transdimensional natural force that interferes with the process of evolution. This is undoubtedly a miracle.

And such a manifest miracle is rarely taken seriously. No one even revered the power behind this miracle, which surprised Mohamadhir.

Thinking about it all the way, the Psychic Warlock came to the city where the Broken Temple was located.

The impostor at the headquarters of the Society of the Dead was right, the gods were really in lockdown.

Many people dressed in various robes appeared in the neighborhood, and some were speaking loudly on the side of the road. The road to the Broken Temple was blocked, and the crowd of people surrounded it with impassable water.

While the gods were not allowed to enter the city of the Seal, their agents were barely tolerated. Judging by the insignia on the robes of these people, they were priests or devout believers. Interestingly, it seems that there are people who believe in any kind of god.

"Surround this place and set fires, we're going to push these atheists out!" a pastor who gave a loud speech on the side of the road was stirring up the crowd. "Let them understand that there is a price to be paid for sin!"

"The guilty must be punished!" echoed the many voices. Many looked furious, raising their fists. "Burn their lair with Flame Strike!

"Who gave these vermins the power to inhabit our city?!" someone shouted.

"Kill them all!"

Muhathir grabbed a speaker on the side of the road and used a bit of psionic skill to get him to answer his question willingly. "What's going on here?"

"Haven't you heard?!friend?" said the speaker impassionedly. "A group of non-godly atheists hid in a tattoo parlor and kidnapped the priests of Suren, Mishakai, and Miris! They threatened to burn these people to show the hypocrisy of the gods!"

His words aroused the indignation of many people around him, the women cursed viciously, and the men let out terrible battle cries. Suren, Mishakai and Milis are the goddesses of the three main material planes - Faeron, Crane and Gray Eagle respectively, and it seems that this time the gods are not gods will cause ** annoyance.

Anger raged like an invisible beast in the crowd. The flames of hatred soared and entrenched in the hearts of the crowd. Muhadi saw that barricades had already been erected on the roads, and some bodies with arrows stuck in their backs had fallen to death, indicating that the blockade had been going on for several days. The mob may have tried to storm the Broken Temple, but failed.

Now, once again, anger and hatred seem to have reached a tipping point. It was as if an invisible string had been snapped in the air, and another impact was about to explode.

The raging crowd had lost their judgment and did as they pleased, with a few clergymen in plate armor taking the lead, and the mob swarmed up as if to flood the Broken Temple. The guardians of the non-divine assembly fought back with bows and arrows and crossbows, pinning many of them to the ground.

"Taste the power of the crossbow!" shouted someone from the temple. "Look at you, aren't you a priest in the world of Ebron, isn't the church in your world forbidden to use the crossbow, because even the lowliest peasant can use it to kill the noblest knights?

"You will die, your gods will die, your armor is useless, your faith is worthless!" shouted from inside the fortress.

There is no doubt that these atheists were masters of defending the city, and they built this broken temple into an impregnable fortress. The various firing points were extremely concealed, and there were no blind spots. It is impossible to occupy this fortress by numbers alone.

It is impossible to figure out the siege of guò and starve the people inside to death. The city of Seals has no farmland, but it does not produce food. This is not Atas, and it doesn't take much powerful spells to make bread and water out of thin air. Some of the more powerful mages can also cast the Hero's Banquet spell, and even raise an army. Not to mention that as a city of ten thousand gates, who can say that there are no portals in the Broken Temple, and supplies can be transported from other places?

The priests apparently understood this, and they rushed to the forefront, ready to destroy this evil stronghold of unbelievers with divine magic.

Mystical and melodious chants rang out one after another, as if the ritual dances of ancient tribes were brought to life in these priests. The power of the gods was channeled through the mortal body, and flames rained down from the sky.

With thunder, loud noises, lightning, earthquakes.

Hail and fire were thrown to the ground with blood. There were great stars that were burning, like torches falling from heaven.

The Psychic Warlock saw a Blazing Divine Squire flying in the air and summoned him accordingly.

Muhadi heard him cry out: "Woe to you people who are cowering in the fortress!"

His voice was loud, like the big drums of the Seven Heavenly Mountains resonating in unison. Then there were seven thunders, and the clouds seemed to be draped over the shoulders of the priest, and his head shone with rainbow light, and his face was like the sun, and his feet were like pillars of fire.

What a powerful magic spell it is, almost comparable to the Witch King Abellachili's Plastic Energy Spell. Shrouded in the power of divine magic and the wrath of the gods, it seems that the headquarters of the gods and non-gods is about to be erased from this world forever.

"Flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God!" shouted the gods, and the wrath of the gods poured out. The light was thick as life.

Just when the Broken Temple seemed inevitably shattered, something unthinkable happened.

A man appeared on top of the Broken Temple, his armor forged in gold. His feet were like hooves, horns on his head, and his tail dragged behind his back. At the end of the tail, is a flattened arrow.

The telemancer heard the man shouting to heaven with a voice like thunder, saying, "Come."

It seems that the power that has been sealed has been unsealed, and the flames and stars in the sky have disappeared without a trace. A white-robed mage poked his head out of the fortress, seemingly wearing a crown ornament on his head. He then fought back, knocking down one priest after another.

Then, it seems, a second seal was unsealed. And the man at the top of the temple seemed to say, Come. Then the loud voice in the air, like the Seven Heavens, disappeared, and the priest seemed to be deprived of all nobility and majesty, and flew in the air like a birdman with wings on fire.

The man on the top of the temple with hooves at his feet and horns on his head took up a golden forked scepter. He pointed at it casually, and suddenly the priests' magic lost its effect. The glittering armor lost its brilliance, and the aura under his feet was gone. There is no longer a divine power to respond to their calling.

The man pointed again, and a bottomless pit appeared on the ground, and a portal directly to the bottomless abyss appeared at the feet of the mob. Many people stumbled and fell in, and smoke rose from the portal, like the smoke of a furnace, and all of them were dimmed by the smoke.

The man shot down the priest in the air, laughed, and went back to the temple. The mob also abandoned the siege and retreated to the barricades, leaving only some new corpses in place.

The blockade just went on.

If the Gisyankees tried to enter the Broken Temple, they would not be able to do so because of the blockade.

Seeing that it seemed difficult to get in by normal means, Muhati quietly came to an abandoned empty house on the side of the street. Here, he did as the imposter in the morgue had said, threw a phalange, and sure enough, activated a hidden portal.

Then, the Psychic Mancer strode into it.

A wave of dizziness washed over his body, and Muhati was now in a new place.

Littered with crumbling columns and crumbling stone statues, this place does look like it's inside a broken temple.

When several people saw the sudden appearance of the Psychic Warlock, they thought he was an intruder, and immediately shot the crossbow bolts in their hands. Muhadi raised his hand and stopped the arrows in the air.

"I am not your enemy. The Psychic Warlock said calmly, at least not yet, he thought. "I was invited to meet your leader. ”

"Who invited you?" someone asked.

"A dead man. The Psychic Warlock said. "After he finished the invitation, he was killed in the 'afterlife'. ”

"So how do we know you're not lying?" the man asked again.

"Go to your collar," Muhadi instructed. "Ask him if the name Rajat has any meaning to him. He used psionic energy to make the other person inclined to obey him.

Next, someone went to report it. In a short time, the Psychic Warlock was greeted to the heart of the Broken Temple, the place where the leader was located.

What used to be the prayer hall of the original owner of the temple is now occupied by non-gods and non-gods, and the walls are covered in blasphemous graffiti. The man in gold plate armor with horns on his head sat proudly on the idol of the god with only the pedestal remaining. Seeing Muhadi coming, he got up and smiled.

From a closer look, Muhadi noticed that the man had a mustache and his skin was slightly reddish. "You're a Tieflin. The Psychic Warlock said. Tieflin refers to those who have demonic or demonic blood.

"It's amazing that you point out such an obvious fact. The man sarcastically mocked the Psychmancer, who stood up nearly eight feet tall. "I am Magog, son of Gog. I'm surprised that it took you so long to get here, and I thought you didn't need the help of the gods. ”

The name was a good match for the other person's identity, and the Psychic Warlock thought, does he need to cooperate with this kind of person, but the fact that the other party has the ability to interfere with or even block the casting of divine magic is indeed very useful.

"My schedule doesn't allow you to leave your beak in the question. Muhadi responded in a strong tone, knowing that showing weakness in front of such a person will only make the other party look down on you. "But yes, your help can be tolerated. ”

"Sure enough, it's the same conceit as in the legend. Martha laughed, and the laughter shook even his own beard. "But that's not up to me. As the messenger I sent said before, I am simply offering you a chance to meet with the person who made the decision. ”

"So who is this one who makes the decision?"

"You know when you see him. Magog said. "Didn't you covet our ability to interfere with the arts? ”

"Where can I see him?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to run to see him by myself. Ma Ge laughed wickedly and said. "You may want to bring a few companions and form an adventurous party before you go out. That person likes to put things to the test to weed out the less qualified visitors. ”

Muhadi looked impatient, and he took on a commanding tone. "Tell me where he is. ”

The horse gave the answer in a tone that solved the riddle and waited to see the joke.

"The lowest of Barto's Nine Prisons, the final prison of Nessers. ”

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