There was little shelter on the ice sheet, and the bitter cold wind wiped out the edges and corners of the earth. The terrain here is flat and offers a commanding unobstructed view. Even if some ice prisms can obscure the view, it will be too late. Barthez Devil Scouts had long noticed a few people falling from above, and they were rapidly approaching with wings waving like a flock of scavenging birds or startled crows. Black wings, casting black shadows. The wind cuts a man's face like a knife.

Muhadi overdrew his aura and barely landed safely when he fell. Now his mind was groggy, and at the same time it seemed as if a hundred drums were pounding heavily in his ears. He could feel his heart pumping hard, struggling to supply his overly tired body. The telemancer wants to manifest his ability to erase the traces, but he has more than enough power to do so.

What would they do if they were discovered by the devils? Muhadi thought to his group, which consisted of a mage, two psychic magicians, and an otherworldly priest. You don't have to think about what the Barthez will do with the creatures of the upper planes they encounter. As for the adventurers who traveled with the gods, the end was not much better.

Karin made a sword drawing gesture, summoning her flaming greatsword. Judging by the resolute expression on her face, Kailin intended to fight to the death here.

Satili ...... Muhadi glanced at her quickly and saw her lying prone on the ice field, still unconscious. However, judging by her heartbeat and breathing, she was not in danger of life. The Psychic Warlock's keen senses allowed him to know even the female mage's body temperature with precision, and from what he knew, Kania's low temperature could not hurt her. There is light here, and the light gives her strength.

"We're in company. Aisha said with psionic energy. By this time, the Devil Scouts had flown over them, circling in circles and making all sorts of strange screams. These Barthez hold spear-like weapons with sharp tips and skull-like counterweights at the tail for easy throwing.

"Did Lyra teach you the ability to exorcise demons?" asked Muhadi, licking his lips.

Aisha ignored the irony in her words and replied with a teleportation, "You're mad at me." ”

The Psychic shrugged. "I guess the answer means 'no'?"

"There's really no such ability......" the female psychomancer admitted.

"Then we're in big trouble," Muhati interjected before Aisha could finish. "I don't want to be caught and tried by these Barthez again. ”

“...... But I have something better than psychic abilities. Aisha finished her words.

"What's that?" Not only the Psychic Warlock, but also Kailin was curious.

"A contract. The Psychomancer said.

It turns out that Lyra, the Great Psychic Warlock, is more than just a quirky and alternative researcher. Not only did she learn about the fact that the Witch Kings were going to Bato to adventure, but she also speculated about the obstacles that the two Witch Kings might encounter, and made her own plan accordingly.

While Ebu's Polis and the Shadow King Nibennay were searching for a path to the Wise Ones, Lyra used a Soul Slave of her own creation to get in touch with Balzebu, the lord of the seventh layer of Bato. She promised to join the army of the Devil Grand Duke as a mercenary adventurer, and Balzeb was eager to get rid of her opponent, Mephistophelis, the lord of the eighth layer, and would not refuse the powerful adventurers.

The Barthez scouts under the command of Grand Duke Barzeb reluctantly but hesitantly put away their weapons after seeing the contract presented by Aisha, and led them to the Grand Duke's camp. When they saw the otherworldly god Kalin, many of the Battlez devils were shocked. However, Muhadi explained that this otherworldly priest was his slave, so he barely managed to get by.

He awakens the unconscious Sadiri, who is still too weak to walk properly. Muhati reached out to help her by the waist, but the Coral Witch took Kailin's hand and pressed on.

The camp of the Grand Duke of Balzeb, consisting of countless tents and huge war machines, almost occupied this glacier. The high temperature emitted by the devil's body makes them always wrapped in a cloud of white gas in this cold hell. Many adventurers from different planes were also recruited into the army, and their tents were set up in a separate camp to avoid clashes with the devil soldiers.

Egros Demon, Tieflin Devil Half-Breed, Slag Toad, Humans from the Main Material Plane, Orcs...... These adventurers of all stripes fill this place. A hundred different languages rang out, a hundred different curses were exchanged with each other. Some people try to live and keep warm, only to find that the low temperature in Kania can kill ordinary flames.

Balzeb's army was scheduled to launch a general assault on Archduke Mephistopheles the next day, so his soldiers could rest and recuperate on this day.

According to the plan, during the general attack, Barthez's army would storm the main gate of Mephistopheles Phyllis, while a task force of adventurers would surprise the interior of the fortress.

And the plan of the Psychic Warlock and his party is to find the portal to the wise men when they attack the inside of the fortress.

Knowing that storming a fortress of the Devil's Grand Duke was a daunting task, most of these recruited adventurers chose to indulge themselves today, and the camp was full of howls and crazy laughter. Instead of joining the revelry of these adventurers, the Psychic Warlock stayed in his tent and regained his spirit through meditation.

Muhathir felt that he had recovered a little, and he unleashed a very complex ability to indicate the Witch King's movements. The results of the divination revealed nothing, and the whereabouts of Ebb's polis were "unknown" - it was clear that he had used magic to shield prophecy and detection. As for Nibennay's whereabouts being "death", the psychic warlock breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he didn't have to worry about the latter for the time being. Previously, he had suspected that the Shadow King had simply been rushed to another plane, or that his life box had been activated.

A familiar fluctuation approached, and the telemancer stopped what he was doing and watched Aisha lift the curtain and enter the tent.

The female psychic changed into a plain white robe, he had never seen her dressed like this. "I'm guessing when you'll be coming. ”

"Speculation, not prophecy?"

"You know what I'm a prophet about. Muhati said with a shrug. "Even with the power of supernatural abilities and psychic historiography, I can only make inaccurate guesses about the future. I can't predict the behavior of individuals...... Especially since I've been with you for so long, I haven't seen that you're a mental demon of Lyra, and I don't have any trust in my judgment anymore. ”

Aisha placed a hand on the Psychic Warlock's shoulder, "I'm not just a replica of Lyra. ”

"That's right. Muhadi nodded in acknowledgement. "But I didn't feel better. ”

The female psychomancer looked at Muhadi, "You blame me for hiding it, but you yourself have never confessed to anyone else that you are a time-traveler. ”

These words made the psychic warlock stunned. "Maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment. ”

Aisha held up a finger to Muhadi's lips and motioned for him not to continue. "I'm not accusing you, Mohamadi. I'm sure you must have a good reason to hide this fact, and you will definitely choose to confess to me at the right time...... But you've been accusing me of hiding from you, but you've not tried to think from my point of view. ”

"You don't know how many times I've resisted the urge to confess to you. Every nerve, every thought of mine longs to tell you the truth and then beg for your forgiveness...... But as I said before, this secret must be properly protected. Not for me, but for you. Someday you'll understand why, but not now. ”

"And what do you want me to do now?" said Muhadi.

"You have to find the wise man, and then you have to get its help. Aisha said earnestly to the Psychic Warlock. "Not just to prove who you are, or even just to deal with the witch kings. ”

"What's that for?" the Psychic Warlock wondered.

"When you meet the wise men, you will understand. It's hard for me to explain why. Aisha replied. "Besides, can't you use your real name against the Gisyankees, and every victory the Athas have over them has resulted in a comeback on a larger scale. But if you use the power of your real name to control their empress, everything will be very different. ”

"I don't care about the Gisyankees, or their empress. Muhathir said. "But you're right about one thing, I do need the power of my real name. I'm going to use it to figure out what the hell Lyra is up to. ”

"To gain the power of your true name, you must complete a ritual with me. The female psychic replied, ignoring the implication of the telemancer's words. "Otherwise, the moment you see the true body of all the wise men, your reason will be shattered. ”

"I still can't imagine how a mere glance could destroy reason itself. What the hell is this wise man?"

"No one knows what it is, and perhaps it is beyond the scope of rational understanding...... Everything our consciousness has learned, and everything it can learn, is like disconnected islands, surrounded by an infinite unknown ocean. And the wise men ...... Imagine it as some kind of monster in the depths of the Sea of Ignorance. ”

Muhadi nodded, indicating that he understood the part. "Even so, explain how your ritual can help me resist the influence of the wise men?"

"By the power of the blood. Aisha explained. "Plus the unique ability that Lyra invented. ”

The female psychomancer put a hand on her abdomen, "You will give me a child, and it is connected to your blood." When you're confronted by a Wise Man, the ability Lyra invented will form a protective shield around you so that you won't go crazy by witnessing the inexplicable image of the Wise Ones. The shield will raise and absorb the power contained in the gaze of the wise men, and then transmit it to the baby's body through the power of blood. ”

The Psychic Warlock turned his head and said, trying his best to keep his tone calm. "How do I know this ability will work?"

"Because Lyra's ability always works, I believe it works...... You should believe that too. What I offer you is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ”

"Are you sure this won't kill the kid?"

"No, it won't. Aisha shook her head. "The baby is a blank sheet of paper, a blank soul, and he has no reason yet to destroy. On the contrary, he will capture a trace of the essence that belongs to the famous and wise people, and become something that has never been seen before...... Remember when I said that everything that consciousness can learn is like an island in a sea of ignorance, and if this can be done, maybe the sea will dry up one day. Come to think of it, this is the entire multiverse, the first time since the day in history that someone has captured the essence of the Old Dominator and conducted this kind of research. ”

The Psychic Warlock is the master of emotions, not the master of them, Muhadi said as he recited the dogma of the Psionic in his mind. "My gut tells me that the beneficiary of this study is not going to be me. ”

"It will benefit everyone in this multiverse. ”

The Psychic Warlock asked. "Why?"

"I can't explain the problem at the moment. Aisha said. "And not after that...... When this ritual is complete, I will leave immediately. Don't try to come to me, I'll raise this child by yourself and you. You must make your way through the portal in Mephistopheles Fortress to find the Wise Men. ”

"What if I say you don't explain, I don't agree with the ceremony?"

"I was born for this day, for this ceremony. Lyra foresaw everything that is now many, many years ago and arranged it all. If you refuse, then I will also leave, and you will never see me again - Lyra has no mercy on the pawns who have not completed their tasks. And you are missing one tool that you can use to force Lyra to explain it all in the future - the power of your true name. ”

"So, that's why you've always cared for me?" asked the Psychic Warlock. "I thought you were something to count on. ”

Aisha denied in an eager tone. "I was created by Lyra to go on adventures with you, it was her arrangement...... But I care about you, out of my own will. The fact that this ritual can help you fight against the Witch King and other enemies only makes me more willing to complete this ritual. If you care about me in the slightest, then you should accede to my request, it will make things much easier and less embarrassing......"

Muhadi recited the dogma of the Psychic and said, "Back to the previous topic, what are you going to do with that child—my child?"

"I will take care of him and teach him, and you don't need to worry about anything. You also don't need to worry about this child causing you any trouble in the future, you can even keep the ritual between us secret and no one will know any details. ”

"It's as if that's what I care about," Muhati said as he looked at the telemagician, not knowing what his expression was like at this time. "What about you? Can I see you again? Can I see this kid again?"

Aisha shook her head heavily, "No, and if God had been merciful to you, you wouldn't have seen that child." ”

The telemancer was silent, not knowing what to say, and the female psychic began to set up the enchantments needed for the ritual, and the blue glow emitted by the ability formed an extremely complex topological geometry in the tent. The inexplicable power is hidden in it, exuding invisible fluctuations.

"No?" the female psychic shrouded off her white robes, revealing her emaciated but toned body. Her long-term adventurous career has made her fat-free and very strong. Her breasts are small and cute. She took one of Muhadi's hands and pressed it against her chest.

"Inshaallah, I will find you eventually. The psychic said, and the two men intertwined.

Aisha hugged Muhati and placed a kiss on the shoulder, then said. "Bismi Allah, I pray that you will never find us. ”

A long, long time ago, when Muhadi became a psychic man, Lyra transformed his consciousness, removing most of his pleasure. These transformations are still effective, and the union of flesh has not brought any pleasure to Muhadi.

Aisha is a beauty, and her form was created by Lyra based on the aesthetic preferences of a psychic manicer. Although she rarely smiles, she can smile sweetly. Body-up, she has no flaws that can be blamed. And now, she is very cooperative with Muhadi's movements.

But when he entered her, all he could think about was expanding doubts and powerlessness.

In the end, he buried his head in the other's embrace, and used all the psychic training he knew before he could expel distracting thoughts from his mind.