"I've never been a fan of working with people of different races. Polis roared, his hands flicking at the same time as the complex seal. "Not to mention the Butterz Devils, they're stupid salamanders. With a history much longer than that of the main material plane race, but not by a large margin of technological advancement, it is a testament to their lackluster creativity and will eventually be crushed and conquered by humans. ”

Although the Witch King had already attacked, it did not change back to its original form, and still maintained the appearance of Archduke Mephistophelis, undoubtedly to avoid being noticed by those devil officers. The spells he used were also carefully chosen, and most of them were secret and swift, without the poisonous spells of Xuanhe. He wanted to solve the battle to a minimum.

"You're trying to drive a wedge between that salamander named Mephistopheles and me, saying I'm going to assassinate it. Well, if you're right, I'm going to kill it! The Witch King smiled an ugly smile. "But think about your own actions, Sadiri. You, a revolutionary who claims to be a revolutionary for the well-being of the people, not only walk with the most threatening sinners in history, but you also try to betray your fellow human beings to Barthez. Is this an act of heroism?"

"I don't know if you're human. "The Coral Witch also uses a spell similar to that of Polis, unpretentious and treacherous. She doesn't have much room to move, but she escapes the deadliest attacks in the gaps that don't allow for fire. The second duel between the two seemed to have changed from a magnificent magic feast to two assassins assassinating each other in the dark. "You have more human blood on your hands than anyone else. ”

"It's just a necessary evil, the blood tax system exists to seal this companion around you, otherwise there would be no human race. The Witch King replied as he attacked. His form became erratic, perhaps in a mirror image or constantly teleporting. Muhadi's magical attainments are not high enough to tell the difference. "By the way, what happened to Nibennay? I didn't notice that his lifebox was activated, could it be that he was captured by you?"

"I don't know his fate, but if you want to find out, maybe you should take a dip in the River Styx. The Coral Witch responded. A colorless ray of light pierced through the place, and the rock floor immediately became dark. While it didn't look like much had changed on the surface, Muhathir knew that the ground had become crunchy and would collapse at the touch of a button.

The battle between the two legendary mages was barely intervened, and their offensive and defensive transitions were changing rapidly, tossing and turning between square inches, and no one wanted the Barthez officers not far away to notice. Muhadi tried to block the next attack with his ability, but who knew that the spell would hide for a moment, and only after passing through his psionic shield did it condense again, hitting him right in the chest.

Several major organs stopped working at the same time, and Muhadi felt his chest deflate, his ribs broken, his flesh black and rotten, and the area kept getting bigger. In an instant, he was only a moment away from death, but fortunately, Lyra's transformation deprived him of his sense of pain, allowing him to think calmly in this situation, and buy time.

Muhadi knew of an ability called True Automorphism, which could continuously repair injuries to limbs. But it was too slow to repair and couldn't keep up with the rate at which the injury worsened.

The Psychic Warlock focused on his abilities and pulled himself out of the timeline for a while. The deterioration of the injury stopped instantly, but it was still fatal. Muhathir knew that if he didn't do anything about it, he would die when the flow of time returned to normal.

He showed the ability to suspend life, reducing his metabolism and physiology to a near-halt rate, hoping to at least buy himself more time. Then, he grabbed the badge he wore on his chest, removing the effect of the supermorphosis.

Time flowed again, and the Psychic Warlock appeared in place, beside the muscular daddy who had just lifted the supernormal change. Muhadi felt that the scar on his chest was deteriorating much faster than he expected, and that the autoplastic treatment was still too slow to save himself. As a last resort, he had to take risks.

Muhadi showed his abilities and performed a psychic exchange on the muscular daddy. The latter had just recovered from the supernormal change, and before he could figure out what was going on, he swapped bodies with the psychic warlock.

Immediately afterward, Muhadi manifested himself with the ability to speed up time. This ability bears some resemblance to the mages' time-stop spells, and for a moment, the world around them is almost forbidden. The air was not moving, the fireballs fired at and from the fortress froze in midair, and the Barthez officers on the walls were motionless, like statues.

Only the two mages are not subject to the time stop heroes, and Satili and Polis each have spells that counter the effects of time acceleration. Their duels take place on multiple timelines at the same time, and they are thrilling, often with a spell that is the winner of the battle, but the loser uses magic to go back to an earlier time and change the predetermined outcome. The competition between the two for the "time heights" was not observable at all by a psychic warlock of Muhadi's level.

When time stopped, Muhathir apparently shrunk into his present body, the muscular shell of a muscular daddy. Then he burrowed into his original body and repaired the damaged parts of the body bit by bit. It wasn't easy, he had to concentrate on keeping time at a standstill while he had to follow the veins, fix the breaks, and reconnect the nerves to the skin.

It's so difficult to do that it feels like you're walking through a dangerous mine, digging and still digging and not being able to rest. The working conditions were so harsh that the Psychic felt that even the most industrious and brave miner could not hold out a tenth of it. But then again, the miners hadn't learned Lyra's skill of suppressing emotions, and they would be tired and irritable, so even though Muhadi had his body repaired in the end, he felt that he was fine.

The Psychic Warlock withdraws from his original body, regains in size, and then manifests his mind exchange again, returning the Muscle Daddy body to its original owner. Then, time flows again.

"It's already a fight?!" Since he had been in a state of time stoppage, Muscle Daddy didn't even realize what had just happened. All he knew was that he had been touched and transformed, and then two blurred shadows flickered.

The Psychic Warlock shook his head, his aura had been consumed too much, and the damage to his mind from stopping for so long was much greater than he expected. "Yes, that's right. He replied to Muscle Daddy. "We've got to find a way to help the Coral Witch. ”

Muscle Daddy pulls out his silver sword, the one that once belonged to Daken the Gis Thre. "Which of these two shadows is Polis?"

"I want to know, I'm going to attack right now. The Psychic Warlock said. "Be careful! We seem to be drawing unwanted attention. ”

There were a few Barthez officers on the walls, who were originally directing the defenders to resist Balzeb's men, but their attention was now drawn to this side. It is not unusual for the Grand Duke to engage in human warfare, and with Mephistophelis's character, he often engages with people.

But the sudden appearance of the muscle daddy can't help but make these Barthez officers curious. He was neither a messenger nor an attendant or adviser to the Devil's Grand Duke, and there was no reason why he would suddenly appear there. The officers came over and tried to find out.

Muhati realizes that he must stop the Barthez devils from discovering what is going on here. Otherwise, even if Satili were to defeat Polis, the swarming demons would still tear them to shreds.

What to do? He thought quickly in his mind that he had to get rid of them quietly, but not to attract more attention from the devil. Even if you let it go, with such a huge consumption of spiritual energy, it is not easy to defeat several deep hell purgator demons joining forces, let alone now?

It's useless to turn the muscle daddy back again, the other party has already seen him, and if he suddenly disappears, he will definitely be even more suspicious. I was patronizing my body before, and I actually forgot about it.

There was no time to ponder, and a tall Barthez officer gestured, intending to use his natural teleportation ability to come over and see what was going on. The psychic warlock hurriedly concentrated his mental energy, and in an inadvertent moment, he distorted the direction of the demon's teleportation and changed the exit of his teleportation to a high altitude. As soon as Barthez came out, he was concentrated by a fireball from an intruder outside the city, and he was reduced to ashes without even saying a word.

Several other officers teleported, and several Muhathir suddenly appeared at the same time, distorting their teleportation directions. No sooner had each of the Barthez officers teleported out than they were hit by the intruder's fireball, leaving them dead.

As a result, without a moment's delay, the Psychic Warlock was able to go back to the past not long ago, helping his past self change the direction of those devils' teleportation. He did this several times in a row.

"Finally cleaned up. He said to himself in his heart.

"It's a cool move. Muscle Daddy commented. "If you're going to the circus, you're going to make a good price. ”

"Abilities aren't for juggling. The Psychic Warlock replied as he thought about how he could help Satilly. The battle between the Coral Witch and Polis was confined to a piece of ground less than fifty feet long and wide, and they were like two rays of light chasing each other, unable to distinguish for the time being. Polis was so tightly wound that he didn't have the energy to take care of the Psychic Warlock for the time being.

"The longer you fight, the better the odds for Coral Girl, aren't you?" Muscle Daddy commented with his sword. "Doesn't she need life force to cast spells, and she doesn't need to prepare?

"He has completed the ten-layer demon dragon transformation, and if necessary, he can forcibly absorb our life force, if our will can't resist it. The Psychic Warlock said. "It's better not to wait until he's out of ammunition. ”

"Then you have to hurry up and find a way to get out. ”

"That silver sword of yours, the one that belonged to Daken," said the Psychic Warlock. "Take it up!"

"What's the use of a sword?" Muscle Daddy wondered.

"A sword may not be of much use. Muhadi continued. "But it's a Gisyankee Silver Sword, a terrific weapon, remember, it can break any spell protection. ”

"That's a great idea, and it's even better if I can see Polis in action. At least it's better than stabbing with your eyes closed. The brawny man raised his silver sword and replied sarcastically to the Psychic Warlock.

"You'll see him, and I can pass on the vision I see to you, and it's not complicated. The Psychic Warlock said. "As long as we can break even a little bit of Polis's spell, maybe we can give Satili enough of an advantage. ”

"So what are you waiting for? ”

"I'm already doing it, Polis is too far away and too fast. We may only have one chance. ”

As the Psychic said, Polis tosses and turns in cramped spaces, never staying in one place for too long. The battle between him and the Coral Witch was too fierce, the air was full of invisible deadly spells, and all kinds of imperceptible evil spells exchanged counters with each other, and it was almost impossible to get close.

However, in order to maintain his disguise, Polis also maintained the appearance of the Great Devil Mephistophelis, whose body is extremely large, three times that of a human, which makes it somewhat more likely to hit it.

The Psychic Warlock stared at the space in front of him, using all of his psionic energy to strengthen his senses, barely catching Polis's movements. Then, he uses his abilities to project what he sees into Muscle Daddy's head. "See where he is?"

"See!" shouted the strong man.

"Be prepared. Muhadi said, waiting for the best time. Polis disappears from one place and emerges from another, either too far away or too fast, and there is always no good chance.

"Push him to our side. The Psychic Warlock uses his abilities to message the Coral Witch. "We might be able to hurt him a little bit. ”

Satili complied, and she changed the pace of the battle and unleashed a barrage of attacks, forcing Polis to dodge closer to the Psychmancer.

"It's now!" Muhati summoned Muscle Daddy, and at this point Polis happened to teleport not far from them, almost within range of his sword.

The strong man immediately struck, and his perennial gladiator career honed his reflexes and strength to the peak, and this shot was accurate and hateful, piercing the artery in Polis's thigh. If it were an ordinary Barthez, even if he wasn't cut off by the muscle daddy, he would have to lose a thigh.

What's more, there's also the psychic sorcerer's ability to guide him, strengthen his power, and speed up his reactions.

But Polis mocked their attempts with his spells.

The dragon king had a thought, and space itself was twisted and deformed under his will. It was originally a sword that must be hit, but because of this distortion, it became missed by a fraction of a millimeter.

No, not to miss. Polis instantly unleashed two spells at the same time, one to warp space and the other to teleport. He intended to teleport Satili to himself and bear the sword for him. The latter had expended too much energy in the onslaught just now and had not been able to prevent him from this move.

This is self-defeating, offensive and defensive.

The telemancer could almost feel the smugness that echoed in the Witch King's mind. "Do you think I'm going to be so stupid to wait for you to set a trap and be fooled? Do you think I didn't know what you were going to do from the moment that idiot took out the silver sword? Do you really think that I have lived for thousands of years, fought tens of thousands of battles, and even destroyed several false gods, and will have less combat experience than you?"

Polis was just beginning to get complacent, and suddenly there was another twist.

The silver sword that swung in the air suddenly transformed, from a long sword to something that looked a bit like a spear. The spearhead turned a corner, avoiding Satili who had been maliciously teleported to the front, and then gently slashed through all of Polis' talisman spells, leaving a wound in his calf.

Sadiri didn't miss this opportunity and took the opportunity to launch a counterattack. And the malicious teleportation spell that Polis cast was very expensive, and he was covered in a body, without any protective spell protection, fragile and helpless.

For the first time since the battle began, the Coral Witch inflicted heavy damage on her opponent.