Whether it was speculation or not, the businesswoman showed an undisguised look of disgust when she saw a psychiocrat dressed as typical Atas approach. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Ah, another one of my beloved Liansheng." She mimics the tone in which Buraku people greet each other, but with a tingy hint of sarcasm and resentment. "The true God of your origin drives and enslaves you forever. ”

The bookkeeper had a headache and carefully watched Muhadi's reaction. Some of the Atas heard the businesswoman speak in such a tone, but they laughed dismissively, and then looked at her with the eyes of a madman. Some were furious and wanted to draw their knives and behead them on the spot...... The latter often develops into large-scale bloodshed, which is not a big deal for the Atas, who are accustomed to killing and dying, but just a commonplace routine. But for the Barkees of other planes, this reaffirms the reputation of the Atas for their brutality and violence, and this influence is not good for business.

The businesswoman Jahanna hired some capable adventurers to act as thugs, so she could win in the event of a conflict. Of course, there are times when you are unlucky, and your head is really cut off. However, she would return in a few days, and the bookkeeper secretly speculated that it was because she had secretly hired a pagan priest who could perform resurrection, which would be a capital offense in other worlds, but in the lawless Kavana, most people just turned a blind eye.

Hearing the other man's words, the Psychic Warlock raised an eyebrow. "I see that some people are not learning politeness. ”

"I see that some people misunderstand my kindness and friendship. The businesswoman spread her hands and sighed. "Isn't it your long-cherished wish to die for the One True God? I thought it was a compliment for so many newborns to be named Abdul. ”

"Even a businessman should know that it is his status, behavior, and rights, not his name, that define a person. There are countless people called khans, and most of them are just ordinary samurai. The essence of a person is not determined by what he is called. Muhadi walked up to the businesswoman and sat down cross-legged, and the bookkeeper did not sit down, but stood aside to show impartiality. "If you're always thorny, then I'm surprised that no one has bothered you yet. ”

"If you pull a knife against me, then you happen to be the hundredth of the month. Jahanna said nonchalantly. "By the way, the first ninety-nine weren't very lucky. As she said this, the tall Muorish bodyguard behind her showed an unfriendly smile, which was extremely ugly with the scarred face.

"Sounds like you're busy. The Psychic commented.

"Exactly. The businesswoman said impatiently. "So why are you all this nonsense and let's start trading?"

"Maybe you should consider changing your attitude," the Psychic Warlock said. "You and your bodyguards will be a lot easier because of this. ”

"Could it be that your name happens to be Yehuda of Ram?" the businesswoman glared at Muhadi. "This person stupidly went to deliver babies when I was a child, and he ended up taking himself as well. I didn't need a dad then, and I don't need anyone to lecture me like dad now. ”

Muhathir shrugged without comment. "Then let's trade, to be honest, I'm interested in the antiques of this world, the older the better. ”

"I only accept real-name transactions for antiques. The businesswoman said, still with resentment and irony in her tone. "Otherwise, some unscrupulous businessmen will hire rumors that I have sold them fakes, and I will have the privilege of knowing your real name and your patronymic?"

"Is this really necessary?" the mindmancer furrowed, ready to show his ability to force the other to trade with him. "It doesn't matter what my name is. ”

"If it's not important, why are you refusing to make it public?" Jahanna pouted, "You just said to yourself that what a person is called doesn't determine the essence of the person, why do you care so much now? You actually care a lot about what people call you, and think it's not who you really are, right?"

The businesswoman squeezed out a mocking smile, "Tell me, what do people call you?

The bookkeeper's face became even more ugly, and he sighed softly, estimating that there would be blood in the tent again today. Some of the other businessmen who were close to him probably had seen too much of this state of affairs, so they quietly moved away and looked at it quietly.

Rajat, people call me Rajat, Muhati thought, but I'm not him, right?" "If you insist, you can call me Muhadi, without a patronymic." ”

As he gave his name, the Psychic Warlock unleashed a supernatural ability, the tentacles of his mind digging deep into the other man's mind, and if the merchant had any other plans, he could take immediate action.

The name did not elicit a reaction from the other party, but the psychic warlock read from the other party's memory the resentment and resentment that the businesswoman had because of her father's experience, and the strong hatred and resentment made the well-informed psychic warlock tremble slightly.

"It's so commonplace, I don't understand why you didn't say it in the first place, but now one out of every five boys is named Muhadi, Mahdi, Moyadi or Muhadiba. You don't look that young, though. The businesswoman shrugged. "So what do you say?"

"Historians. The Psychic Warlock said, nothing more than a historian in reverse, he thought to himself.

"That's why you're interested in antiques?" the businesswoman's attitude seemed to soften a little, "Forget it, it's not a **** thing." ”

"This one, this one, and this one. The businesswoman pointed to a few things in the stall in front of her, which looked like some kind of pottery, but the surface was covered with a thick pulp, and the psychic could not say what kind of shape it was. Jahanna clapped her hands and leaned sideways to say something to her guard. "More will be delivered in a moment. ”

Muhati picked up an antique and said. "Very well, let's start with this one. ”

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Looking at the world of Kavana from the air, you can see that its surface covered with strange blue-green forests is dotted with yellowish spots. In those places, vast swaths of forest withered and died, and meadows disappeared to reveal a bare surface. Without the fixation of vegetation, these places will soon become completely desertified, more and more, and the dots will be connected.

Because of the lush vegetation of this world, the blasphemer mages of Atas were able to cast spells that were unimaginable in Atas, and these growing deserts were the traces of spells.

In the middle of this desert is a fort built by Carigian and Ellene, a woodland that was originally adjacent to a lake, and the ground is full of pale blue flowers that are unique to this world. But as the powerful spells cast in the fortress continued, the forest faded, and the flowers and green grass thinned out, revealing bare grains of sand and stones.

All the protective spells known on Atas are cast here, and countless scrolls and life force are consumed. In addition, all kinds of protective psychic abilities will prevent the water surrounding this place from leaking through, and the knife cannot penetrate.

At first glance, the guards here are all Kavana natives, but their posture and habits are Attasian. When Muhathir walked in, he felt numerous, almost identical, fluctuations in his thoughts.

It's an army created with the ability of the mind seed.

The cruel and harsh natural environment of Atas determines that its population size is extremely limited, including elves, dwarves, Moors, half-giants, and mantismen, and the entire planet is only about 40 million people. That's not enough to sustain an eternal expedition and dominate many worlds.

Luckily, psychic abilities are a very well-developed skill in Artas.

The Great Psychic Warlocks of Atas began to use the Mind Seed abilities in large numbers, even unbridled, to make replicas for themselves and their samurai. How much of the self-consciousness of the vanquished was removed and then replaced by invaders from Attas?

Among the magic users are the Witch Kings and Coral Witches, the Starch Spencer Pai Druids have their mutant monsters and various plagues, and the Psychic Warlocks rely on the power of the Mind Demon Seed to have sufficient capital.

Muhadi noticed that there seemed to be something odd about the guards among themselves, as if they hated each other. What does an intelligent being that knows so well that it is a replica think of the other replicas? Do they feel that they are impostors to each other? Will they be jealous of the mother?

Does the Mother have the power to make and use these copies? Muhadi knew that whether or not the Primordial Sorcerer's mental seed had completely covered his consciousness, he would not consider himself obligated to obey Rajat. But he hadn't figured out what to do with the copies, and could only pray that the one true God would give him enough wisdom when judgment was needed.

The guards silently led the way, along the winding corridors, through the houses with patterned lattice windows, and introduced the psychic into the halls of the fortress's core.

In the middle of the hall was a pool of blood filled with uncondensated light, and the surrounding light sources, whether magical or natural, seemed to be impregnated with this blood-red light, exuding the same terrible color, enveloping the entire hall in an ominous atmosphere.

Long ago, the sun of Attas shimmered blue, and Attas was alive and well, with all kinds of ancient races and the oldest intelligent creatures, halflings, exploring the unknown world. But later, Attas entered the age of blue, the age of rebirth, the age of magic, and the age of the witch king. The natural environment became more and more harsh, and the sun of Atas eventually turned this eerie blood-red, as if it were the last drop of blood left behind in the once prosperous and abundant world.

Large quantities of obsidian orbs were embedded in the walls of the hall, and the souls of the dead were imprisoned in order to provide the life force needed for the blasphemer mages to cast their spells if necessary. Even by Athas's standards, this is quite an evil act.

There was no one else in the hall except for Ellen and Carigian. Neither hired adventurer helpers nor native servants were allowed to enter the hall. Against the backdrop of the pool of blood-colored light, the figures of the two wanted to become taller.

Seeing the Psychic Warlock walk in, Ellen nodded, "You've come just in time, my brother, as our summoning ritual is about to begin. ”

"Come a little later, and I'll start summoning the Angel of Entropy early. Kalijn pursed her lips, a projection beside her gesturing to Muhadi. "Then I'll teleport out of this world, leaving you and the monster here. ”

"If you really want to do it, you don't say it at this time. The Psychic Mancer paused in his tracks and commented.

Kalijin stared at Muhadi. A meaningful smile was revealed. "Are you doubting my methods? Is this a challenge?"

"I'm not going to challenge you, or anyone else. I just hope to get things done here as soon as possible, so that I can get back to Atas soon as possible to solve my own problems. The Psychic Warlock said. "Just a little bit of my personal opinion. ”

"Perspectives are like chrysanthemums, everyone has one behind them. And it should be hidden and not exposed in public. The female mage and psychic warlock said.

Muhati shrugged, "In that case. You can't just say that I didn't say that. ”

Carly Jean shrugged as well. "Then you can just take it as I say. ”

"Alright, there's no need to waste time, let's start summoning right away. Ellen interrupted the argument between the two and interjected.

"Before I start, I have only one question. Muhathir said. "What is this pool for, is the Angel of Entropy going to crawl out of this thing in a moment?"

"Then it's going to get stuck in there, given the size of this thing. Ellen said. "But this is actually a primitive mystery, weaving magical energy to tear the path between the worlds...... It was a realm of undefined and unexplored nightmares between planes, and only beings like the Angel of Entropy could survive. ”

"And this thing can attract it?"

"Blood magic. Ellen went on to explain. "When the primordial warlock invented magic, it was not that he was on the right path from the beginning, but that there were many dangerous attempts. Some die without a problem, while others achieve some results, and blood magic is one of them. ”

"Primitive, dangerous, elusive, and often in danger of backlash. Blood magic is a close relative of modern Atas magic, but it was quickly abandoned by the primordial magic. Because it is not as easy to shape and use the primordial energy of this world as ordinary magic...... But in any case, the craft exists, and sometimes it works wonders. For example, forging some kind of cross-plane connection to summon otherworldly beings......"

“...... Or transfer power?" Muhadi said.

Ellenn's eyes on the Psychic Warlock seemed to change slightly, "Looks like someone has been exposed to blood magic before. ”

"Involuntarily, once in contact. The psychic replied. "You don't know exactly how to find a user of blood magic, do you?"

Ellen and Kalijn looked at Muhadi and exchanged another look. "You'll know when it's done. ”

"I'm looking forward to it, so let's get started. ”

Ellen pulled out a strange prop from his robes, and strong magic fluctuations instantly emanated, as well as a thick, disgusting stench of blood.

Caligene and her projections both looked solemn, and the pool of blood in the middle of the hall rippled in circles.

As if calamity was about to befall him, Muhati felt a little uncomfortable and said to the middle-aged female mage and psychic mancer, "So what do I need to do?"

"Stand honestly, and other than that, it would be better if you could stabilize the magic fluctuations here, prepare your most powerful combat skills, donate a drop of blood from your heart, and a cup of coffee with sugar added to it when a quarter of an hourglass was boiled. Kalijin said to Muhadi, his eyes not turning away from the pool of blood.

The psychic mancer concentrated, and the manifestation stabilized the wild primitive magic fluctuations, and the tremor of the building decreased. Then, he used his psychic ability to teleport a drop of his blood and create a cup of brewed coffee. "What's the use of all this?"

"A stable environment increases the success rate of the summoning ritual, and the blood of the forsaken attracts the angels of entropy. Carlie Jean explained. "Combat skills can save your life in a moment. ”

"What about coffee?" Muhati asked.

"For drinking, stupid. Carigian responded, catching the coffee with the mage's hand and gulping it down. "Get ready, the Angel of Entropy is about to appear!"

Without being reminded by the female mage, the psychic warlock himself was aware of this, and the smell of blood was so thick that it was almost difficult to breathe. The ripples in the pool of blood had turned into a huge whirlpool, and the blood was raging, undulating, boiling and roaring. The entire pool of blood formed a clear, indeterminate circular vortex, more than a thousand calibres in diameter. The vortex was a wide and shining wave, but the blood-colored spray did not leak into the mouth of the giant funnel at all.

As far as the eye can see, I saw that the inside of this funnel was a slippery, shiny, and swarthy wall of blood, which formed an oblique angle of about forty-five degrees with the horizontal line, and the speed was fast and spinning, swaying, tumbling, turning dizzy, and making terrible noises in all directions, half like shouting, half like roaring,

At the bottom of the whirlpool, a huge, ugly presence is gradually taking shape. (To be continued.) )