Barthez Lust doesn't drain life force like the wizards of Atas do, but it's just as powerful. Before he made a move, the awe-inspiring majesty was almost breathless.

Muhadi did not recognize the spell, but he could perceive that it contained various forms of plastic energy, such as flame, strong acid, cold, electric shock, and sound waves, and emitted an indescribable profanity. Enough to break through the protections of an ancient dragon, or to let a divine being die of hatred.

The Psychic Warlock was almost depleted at this point, unable to display even the simplest of self-lashing abilities, and had no idea how to resist this spell. At this moment, Muhathir felt an irrepressible restlessness, a familiar and unfamiliar, cold and incredibly powerful personality about to rise out of the depths of his soul.

The Witch King's messenger took a step back to the side, his arm distorting into a shield to fend off the spell. When he found out that the target of this spell was not his own, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

In a flash of lightning, Fatuma pulled out her ugly double-ended scimitar and opened the arm of Barthez Lust as she cast the spell in the nick of time. The spell that had already taken shape was not canceled, and the ball of energy so bright that it burned the human eye flew diagonally upward, piercing the fabric on top of the tent and continuing to move unstoppably. The people within a radius of a few palesans saw only what seemed to be a new sun rising from the ground, shattering the dark clouds in the sky.

The Legion's ability also took effect on the Witch King's emissary, whose limbs twitched, as if they were about to take control of their body by the ability. But in the next moment, he regained his footing. Like a hiker wiping the sand off his shoulders, he easily withstood this powerful ability.

Someone in the tent seemed to recognize the identity of the Psychic Warlock, "The Prophet has returned!" and an even greater chaos spread like ripples.

"The Prophet himself!" cried out an older-looking petitioner, emaciated, with a weather-beaten face, a somewhat gloomy scarred expression, and pointed ears tipped in a turban. Typical Atas elf appearance.

Some chanted the trumpet of the Lord and prayed, while others seemed even more alarmed, even silently praying that the end was near.

Based on a prophecy concocted many years ago by the ancient psychic sorcerers on Attath to circulate in this dying world shrouded in darkness. The Prophet Mahdi will return seven years before the end of the world, and his reappearance will also herald the coming of the Last Judgment and the end of the universe more than that. Muhati deliberately kept a low profile and did not announce his return with much fanfare, and he wanted to slowly try to solve the problem about this prophecy later, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating.

Muhadi sensed a wave of fear emanating from the onlookers and warriors, who seemed to genuinely believe that his return would bring about the end of the world. Some fled in a panic, and a few petitioners who appeared to be Mistra trainers screamed at their fighting beasts, but they couldn't stop the beasts from scurrying around in the tent, and their mouths let out a low roar.

At the moment, the Witch King's envoy cast a magic spell of natural beauty, and everyone seemed to have a shocking and beautiful spectacle in front of their eyes, so ingenious that it pointed directly at people's hearts, and caused an effect equivalent to blindness in an instant.

Fatuma had already stepped forward and had to turn back to defend himself in the face of this sudden blindness. The ugly double-ended scimitar was wielded by her, as if it had erected an impermeable barrier in front of her.

Muhadi and the Legion, as psychic sorcerers with synaesthesia, can still use psionic energy to "observe" the location of the Witch King's messenger even after losing their vision. To the former's surprise, the Barthez Succubus was not affected by the blindness effect and began to chant the spell of another spell. That magic didn't seem to work on it at all.

The Psiormancer Legion is a replica of the Thousand Souls, the leader of the old Attas Psychic Warlocks, created with the mind demon ability, and its habits and abilities against enemies are exactly the same as those of the Thousand Soulsheads, but with much less power. Seeing that the Witch King's emissary had dodged the previous round of attacks, it concentrated on casting the Mind Demon Seed ability, intending to directly bombard the soul essence of the opponent and assimilate it.

The messenger raised the seven-section scepter, and the dazzling brilliance of the gems lit up in turn, and a powerful air current of great power hit the legion that was manifesting its power, knocking the latter away like a broken doll. The messenger had covered his face and hair with a black turban, revealing only a pair of piercing eyes. Now, the strong wind has also blown her headscarf off.

A well-toned woman with a ponytail and a seven-section scepter proudly facing a strong enemy. She looked pretty much the same as the Psychic Warlock remembered, only slightly more mature and capable.

Muhadi felt a heartfelt but unfamiliar throbbing, and he recognized the identity of the messenger. The Starch Spencer sent the Grand Druid Camilla, a heterosexual clone of the Primordial Warlocks. Whenever he met Camilla, the part of the psychic that belonged to Rajat became irrepressibly active, as if he wanted to reclaim his true body.

Camila suddenly unleashed an unknown druid spell, as if a cloud of brown smoke erupted around her body. Then, she activated the seven-section scepter again, and the raging air currents blew the smoke away, enveloping everyone in the tent.

Muhadi held his breath and stepped back. In his synaesthesia, the people who were still in the tent at this moment collapsed after being exposed to the brown smoke, and only a few people were still standing. The Psychic Warlock couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Fatuma seemed to be fine, just standing in the distance, holding his guard like himself.

"Sure enough, it's you again. The Barthez Succubus was one of the few beings who was completely unaffected, she said to the Grand Druid in a sweet and playful tone. "Kill more and more like a pest, and this time you still send clones to your death? Or are you finally willing to risk your own thing?"

"The filthy beings of the lower planes will never be able to comprehend the greatness of the forces of nature. Camila replied unhurriedly, as if everything was under control. "With the help of the witch king's magic, I captured Parvati, the god of life in this world. Using her as a medium, I have finally created a plague that can infect divine beings and demons. By the time abscesses crawl all over your torso, pimples all over your face, your skin peels off and hangs down like broken rags, and your throat is swollen and unable to speak...... I'm going to imprison you and use the resilience of the Barthez demons to experiment with new strains of my strains and strains. ”

It was true that Starch Spencer sent a druid, Muhati thought, and then sent a message with his psionic powers: "With the help of the Witch King, Camilla, I don't know when you will be close to the Witch King again." Why are you attacking here? Is it for secular politics? Sectarian divisions, power struggles, what does this have to do with you?"

Kamila seemed to have just noticed Muhadi's presence, "Ah, it seems that Danjar is right. You are coming again, just as prophesied. She looked at the Psychic Warlock carefully, "It seems that the Primordial Warlock still hasn't fully awakened, strangely, after so many years, almost nothing has changed." ”

"Since you care so much about the Primordial Warlock, then you shouldn't join forces with the Witch King and that imposter Danjar. Muhathir noted. "What can they offer that I can't?"

"Not a small tone, psychic mancer. The Great Druid replied. "But I'm not going to make a deal with you. You're not Rajat, not yet. ”

"So you think I'm going to end up being a primordial warlock. The Psychic Warlock replied. "Shouldn't you learn to be polite now?"

"Your ignorance shocks me, Psychic Warlock. Camila gave a mocking smile. "Do you know how larvae in nature pupate and eventually become adults? Do you think that the organs of the larvae develop into the organs of the adults, and the brains of the larvae are the brains of the adults?"

"Pupae into butterflies are nothing more than the regular apoptosis of the larvae tissue, which becomes the nutrition of metamorphosis. The structure of the adult worm is then formed by the adult disc buried in the larvae. Adults and larvae are two different individuals, two different egos. The larvae are just eggs that eat and crawl, just like you, but they are the nourishment of evolution. When the primordial warlock is fully revived, I will naturally bow down to him. But it won't be before, and it won't be for you. ”