Magic is the most powerful force in the world of Athas, and in the eyes of mages, it is a parent, a lover, a friend, and a child. It is earth, water, wind, and fire. It is the key to the mysteries of the world, the ladder beyond the mundane. It is life, it is death, it goes beyond death.

Even the most arrogant psychic warlocks did not dare to face the wrath of the Witch Kings. Although few in number, the mages on Atas are the best beings in this world, the top of the food chain in this cruel society. []

It was the first time for Muhadi to fight a mage, and he knew that although there was only one real enemy, the danger was to survive any previous battle. There are no incompetent mages in Artas, and in this dying world, the incompetent have long been consumed by brutal competition.

No matter how the boy moved, the giant hand summoned by the mage was always in the way between the two. With the effect line isolated, Muhadi couldn't hurt the opponent whether he cast crystal fragments, shockwaves, energy balls, or anything.

The two summoned skeletons rushed forward, brandishing their scimitars and slashing at Muhadi. This type of necromancer is ideal for dealing with psychic warlocks, as they are completely painless and undisturbed by psychic effects. It's a little clumsy, but it's not important. It's not easy to kill someone who has already died.

Most of the other soldiers were busy dealing with the enemy troops who had climbed up from the walls, which were so narrow that there was no room for several people to stand side by side, so the boy had to fight alone.

Muhadi drew his scimitar to fend off the skeletons, and slowly retreated, contemplating ways to worship the enemy.

The mage smiled contemptuously as he saw Muhadi retreat, and threw a strange powder from his palm, forcing the other Muhadi soldiers to not besiege him.

"Rebel against Lord Karak!" the mage sneered, "Do you think you're protecting Tyr, protecting the people of Tyr?!"

"The scum of the self-proclaimed revolutionaries, you have only made Tyre more vulnerable and more dangerous. It just makes the lives of the people of the other city-states even more miserable. ”

Muhadi didn't want to ignore him and continued to retreat, but now that he had reached the corner of the wall, he had to walk up another section of the wall.

The mage chanted another incantation, and the boy could see that this time he could not extract life force from the plants around him, and the power of the arcane came out of himself. Could it be that he was forced to start forcibly draining his life force?

A shattered skull appeared between the mage's hands, and as the man in the black burqa uttered the last syllable of the incantation, the skull shot out and flew over another section of the wall, stopping in the air and buzzing. If Muhadi wanted to turn to this part of the wall, he would have to get close to the skull in mid-air.

Since the boy came to the world of Atas, he had not really seen the battle between mages. Although he encountered an ant queen who could cast spells during his adventure, he did not see any more magic other than a burning hand. There was no one to teach, so his skills in spell recognition were really limited, and he couldn't see that this skull was a thing.

But though he couldn't see it, Muhati could sense that the mage was secretly wishing him to go near the skull. The boy knows that whatever the enemy wants you to do, you can't do it, or you'll just be led by the nose.

"The harsh environment creates the Atas people, and the roses in the greenhouse only bend their waists for the sun. The mage continued to verbally mock, as if playing with a beast that had been cornered. "Your attempts to save Tyr will only end up making the people of Tyre forget how to endure humiliation and how to compromise on everything. In such a cruel world, one day, naïve and unrealistic delusions will bury the people of Tyre who did not grow up under the rule of the Witch King!hahahahaha!"

The mage laughed maniacally, directing the two skeletons to slowly consume Muhadi's body. "Do you think your revolution will be a beacon in the desert, a hope that the slaves of all the city-states chant at night? They may have been masters of their own thoughts, but now those slaves may not even have the ability to think freely!"

Muhadi joined the revolutionary government, initially only to get rid of his status as a slave, and later to gain a higher status, carry out the plans of the Psychic Guild, and better survive in this cruel world. As for the abolition of slavery and the fight against all the witch kings who oppressed the people, unlike idealists like Shatiri the Coral Witch, he did not have such a strong desire.

What's more, as a psychic warlock, the young man has a firm mind, so he will naturally not be shaken by these few words. Hearing the other party's ridicule, he pressed step by step, but he kept thinking about countermeasures and didn't answer.

Several soldiers saw that their leaders were in danger and tried to save them, but as soon as they ran near the skull, they heard a bang, and the skull exploded suddenly.

The skull trap was incredibly powerful, and as it exploded, countless sharp bone fragments splattered in all directions. Several unfortunate victims were beaten into a sieve by the high splash of bone fragments, broke their hands and feet, and fell under the fence. The section of the wall they had just stood on was also damaged, and the huge impact of the explosion completely collapsed the entire section of the wall. Large chunks of wood and dirt were scattered in all directions, and the people on the ground had to take care of them.

The power of magic is so powerful. Muhati was amazed and had to admit that psionic powers were wonderfully and treacherously used. When the real battle array is in a confrontation, in terms of direct attack methods, it is still much worse than magic.

The boy was forced backwards by the two skeletons, and the next step was the blasted wall. Seeing that his opponent had no way to escape, the mage hid behind the summoned giant hand and laughed, as if Muhadi was certain to die.

At the time of crisis, the young man used his whole body skills, and a scimitar flew up and down, firmly guarding his own foothold. The mage took a long time to cast a few more spells, killing several soldiers around him who tried to get closer, and made Muhadi feel inexplicably heavy in his limbs, and made several low-level mistakes strangely, almost killing the skeleton soldiers.

Strangely, the mages on Atas have to drain their own life force when casting spells, and if they don't have any life force to extract, they often have to drain their own life force to support spells. Muhadi endured not to fight back at first, just to wait for the other party to be unable to do anything, and worship the enemy in one fell swoop, who thought that the other party had one magic after another, as if there was another source of power.

Knowing that it would be useless to wait any longer, the boy finally began to fight back. A skeleton soldier slashed at him, and Muhadi pretended to lack strength, and the slash took a step back, and was about to fall off the wall.

The black-robed mage did not let up, directing the two skeletons to continue their advance, not giving the boy a chance to climb up with his hands on the edge of the wall. To his surprise, however, the psychic didn't even try to climb up from where he was. I saw a strange light on his body, and then he ran towards him with his legs along the vertical wall!

The mage was taken aback, the Bigby Talisman he summoned could have automatically blocked between the two of them, but at this moment, the enemy was running on the wall, and he was at the head of the wall, and the talisman palm could not be stopped at once.

Muhadi had already concentrated his mind, and the moment he fell, he cast the ability to walk on the rock wall. This time he had been planning a counterattack for a long time, and if it failed, it would be difficult to kill the enemy again.

The boy ran quickly along the wall, bypassing the two inflexible skeletons and rushing straight in front of the mage, swinging a knife straight into the throat. At the last moment, the mage hurriedly took two steps back, and was able to avoid this fatal blow.

The blow failed, and the two men in the battle began to use their own skills. A melodious chant sounded, and the elements of magic began to converge, and another powerful spell was about to take shape.

However, how could Muhati give him a chance, just as the right method was about to be completed, his ability to manipulate limbs was also ready, and he immediately cast it on the opponent's body. Next, I saw that the mage's left hand suddenly lost control, and instead of completing the spell casting gesture, he reached out to his own mouth and pulled his tongue fiercely, destroying the spell as well.

The magic that had lost its guidance suddenly burst on, and the mage's mouth was wide open, but he didn't make a sound, and his eyes widened with fear unimaginable to mortals. Behind the boy, the strange hand and the two skeleton soldiers, because they lost the guidance of their magic power, crashed to the ground and dispersed with the wind.

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