(Say.b.) New) Desert Sages 52:3-9-5:9:26. One body, one soul...... b. New

The 574777 of vows at the traditional elven wedding of Atas

Several times since he came to this near-death world called Attas, the Psychic Warlock has been in danger, but he has always been able to save the day. Of course, this was due to his own efforts, but also because the primordial sorcerer, who had bent over him in the form of a mental demon, did not want him to give his life in vain.

However, apart from the occasional great divine power, Rajat's thinking seed is rarely active, quietly dormant in the deepest part of the soul that is difficult to set foot on, making it difficult for even Muhadi to perceive the existence of this demon king. It was only in the darkest and most empty night that Muhadi could feel that, deep in his heart, a seed was like a heart, slowly pulsating almost inaudible.

The Psychic still remembers his time on Earth, his hometown and hobbies, the knowledge he has learned, and the skills he has mastered. But occasionally, Fatoumah, and others would frown and tell him that he was getting more and more ...... Eccentric. His expression, some of his inadvertent small unconscious movements, all changed subtly.

There is a tale of a telemancer in the Desert of Atas, about an ancient hero who travels through time and space to an unknown and inexplicable future to fight against an indescribably powerful evil being. He fought bravely, fought noblely, and he was defeated.

The evil Being, Zài, corrupts the hero with the mind demon seed, turns him into a doppelganger of himself, and then sends him back in time. This is how the hero gave birth to an evil future.

The moral of this story is not very good, Muhadi has to worry a little about what will happen if he is completely devoured by Rajat? Originally, he thought that Rajat didn't want to be exposed too early and cause the witch kings to besiege him, but who knows if he had other plans?

While he was outside the wandering object, a scream brought the psychic warlock back to reality from his thoughts.

In the darkness of the subterranean ruins, the Psychic Warlock could not see, relying only on his sense of hearing and the instincts of beasts to discern his bearings in battle. And at this moment, obviously he didn't hear any slight sound, but he felt that in the darkness in the distance, a familiar Being, Zài, was quietly observing him.

The Treacherous Calamity, manipulated by the soul of the Psychic Warlock, looked up in amazement and looked around blankly. The sense of familiarity and immediacy that welled up in the depths of his heart was so strong that Muhadi was distracted from the battle.

He clearly felt that this strong feeling was not self-inflicted. The primordial warlock dormant in the corner of his soul trembled with excitement like a catcher who smelled his prey.

The High Priest Nosti had been injured a lot, and he was worried about guarding against the psychic warlock to pursue him, but he was surprised that his opponent seemed to be stunned and stood still. Noski was thoughtful, and at first suspected that this was Muhadi's ploy to lure the enemy. But if you listen carefully, your opponent doesn't move at all. Some psychic warlocks don't realize that when they manifest their abilities, they are accompanied by extremely faint noises and fragrances. Gnostic tried to practice early on and relied on the senses other than vision to fight with psionics, and he could handle it in ten likelihoods.

Only the most powerful psionic beings are completely nowhere to be found when they manifest their psionic powers, and those who are inhuman beings are more like the whole world changing with their thoughts. Muhati is still too far from this level at the moment.

The archpriest naturally would not let go of such an unavoidable opportunity in the fierce battle, and the high-pitched chanting of mantras like a scream sounded, and he transformed several well-remembered divine techniques into ordinary healing techniques in a row, and properly handled his injuries.

The Gnostics feared that if they were defeated, the Blind Eye followers might be retaliated against by the Starch Spencer Druids, so they did not dare to reserve their strength. As soon as his injuries recovered, he began to chant incantations again, summoning a surging rage of vengeance that wanted to destroy the Psychic Warlock once and for all.

The earth shook with the power of the gods, and the air was filled with boiling blood and energy. Acid, lightning and flames are summoned to lick the qiē living creatures present.

In the face of this incomparable power, for a moment, all the people who fought, whether they were Tyr soldiers or Blind Eye believers, cowered and looked for space to hide. Muhadi stood in the center of the storm, motionless, letting the acid splash on his face. On the corroded wound, the blood meets the acid, and there is a snorting sound.

Several unspeakable monsters, battled for a long time in the chaos and furious energy, were the battle creatures that the High Priest had treasured for a long time. It's a living nightmare and a fear. They walk in a storm of blood, water, and energy, like a reef in the waves, unaffected.

These unnamed monsters have slender heads and slimy bodies, they have no specific heads, and they don't have noses or eyes. Unlike living creatures, they don't even need to breathe, and only have a mouthpart on their abdomen that can be used to swallow their prey. From behind the monster, ten thick, slimy tentacles stretched out.

The Gnostics used their magic to establish contact with these monsters and began to give orders. The High Priest fought with all his might against the violent primitive, nihilistic and bloody thoughts that came from the monsters, keeping his consciousness untainted and giving them orders with his own will.

One of these monsters stretched out like a sea cucumber, and ten thick tentacles waved like branches in a raging wind. A blind-eyed believer in the darkness didn't notice that the monster was lurking around him, and he was accidentally swept up in a tentacle. The tentacle immediately secreted a lot of corrosive slime, and it didn't matter if the person who was caught was Gnostic's subordinate, and melted him alive. Flesh and blood were peeled from bones like molten candles, and many soldiers shuddered as they burst into screams as the living were corroded.

The High Priest couldn't restrain the killing nature of these monsters with all his might. They don't distinguish between enemy and enemy attacks, and they stand in the way of creatures in their way, whether they are Tyr soldiers or Blind Eye believers.

Muhati shook his head, the feeling of being watched lingered, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it now. The acid had left many horrible scars on his face and body, some of which were still smoking. The psychic warlock didn't feel the pain, only a feeling of intensifying, excited feeling coming from the bottom of his heart.

The ** of killing has never been so strong, and in a trance, he even felt that his nature was like this, standing on the battlefield, deciding life and death with a snap of his fingers. One qiē was so familiar, as if he had experienced a similar battle a thousand times before.

An ability flashes, and all wounds heal naturally.

It took nearly ten breaths before the storm subsided, and the corpses that had been ravaged by lightning and flames fell to the underground temple, and the wounded who survived groaned.

Listening to the screams of the people around him, the skin around the empty eye sockets of the high priest was distorted and deformed, "You forced me, hypocritical liar and false prophet!"

There was not a single sign of injury in his voice. The psychic mancer struggled to ignore the noise around him, and the pinprick pain in his head, and focused his attention on the High Priest. Judging by the sound of the other party's breathing and heartbeat, as well as the sound of his chest when he spoke, Gnostic had completely healed himself, as if he had not been injured at all.

"I never said I was a prophet. Muhadi confronted the High Priest and said in the sonorous voice of the Treacherous Plague. "In fact, I prefer to think of myself as a doctor treating this near-death world. ”

"Cocky mongrel. The Gnostics muttered, directing the two bone golems to wrap them from behind, while forcing the tentacle monsters to notice the Psychic Warlock. The latter slowly released his tentacles from the prey beside him and reached out in the direction of Muhadi. "The reason why this world has become what it is today is because of the arrogance of the witch kings. And if they're dragons, you're just a hypocritical snake. ”

The High Priest spoke in the air, and his men cast spells continuously, surging energy enveloping him like a husk. All kinds of powerful buff magic spells took effect one after another, and not only did his injuries disappear without a trace. And with the attack of the Psychic Warlock before, it was impossible to hurt him again.

Continuously blessed with Divine Grace, Bull Power, Eagle Majesty, Acid Energy Immunity, and Piety Shield...... Later, Gnostic felt a great increase in confidence. "If you get out and surrender, I might be the last one to kill you!" he shouted at the approximate location of the Psychic Warlock.

Ignoring the cries of the High Priest, Muhadi manipulated the wounded treacherous scourge to climb to the other side of the tentacle monster, while the largely intact one carefully kept his distance, not attacking blindly or giving up pressure.

While the Psychic Warlock and the High Priest confronted each other, the others were also fighting hard. Although the Blind Eyes believers are fighting frantically, little by little the tide is turning against them. The soldiers of Tyre had more or less figured out the number and location of the defenders, and were not as scrambling as they had been at the beginning. Moreover, the use of a strong crossbow is originally a very exhausting behavior, and after shooting continuously for more than a dozen times, no matter how strong a fighter is, he will feel a little tired.

The fanatics are not numerically superior, so they make up for it with double their madness. More than one blind man snorted, saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth, and as soon as he grabbed his foe, he threw himself into the fire caused by the fiery glue, and a bone golem got stuck in a stone staircase in the underground ruins, and its legs were cut off by the soldiers, but it also swung wildly with its still-intact bone blade, attacking any enemy that came close.

Fatoumah didn't boast to Muhadi that she really had a secret to fighting blindly in total darkness. While the attention of the fanatics was drawn to the treacherous scourge that Muhadi had transformed, she pulled out a large handful of triangular spikes out of nowhere and still on the ground.

It is usually made from the bones of certain beasts, but it is also made of metal, which can be used for hunting or against riders. The samurai of the Scorpion tribe and the samurai of the Crazy Horse tribe used similar things when they fought each other before. But the effect is not very good, whether it is a beast or a cavalry, there are very few stupid guys who don't know how to pay attention to the ground.

But in this environment, this thing actually works wonders. The Blind Eye believers have lived in this underground building all year round, and they have long been familiar with it, and with their hearing skills, they are no different from ordinary people. But the elf girl cleverly arranges her nail trap and lures several blind people into it and sends them to the afterlife.

And that's not all.

At the beginning of the battle, the elf girl was thinking about a question, in the dark, how can the other party distinguish themselves from the enemy? There is no light at all here, even if the fire is lit, there is only heat and no light. As far as I could hear, there were shouts and cries, and dozens of swords waved and collided. When the soldiers were attacked in the dark, they couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and when they were afraid, they naturally swung their weapons with all their strength to protect themselves, intending to turn the gear and fly the arrows.

Fatoumah leaned his back against the wall, paying close attention. After a while, she noticed that the stirring sound of swords intersecting in the darkness was continuous, but there was something unusual about it. Most of the time, gold and iron collide, followed by a series of sonorous sounds. But there are also times when the sound of swords clashing is heard, but there is no fight or screams of the dead.

This shows that no matter how familiar the blind people are with each other, they are not completely incapable of mistaking people. It's just that they seem to have a way of being able to distinguish friend from foe at the moment of fighting.

The elf girl pricked up her ears and curled up carefully. An enemy did not notice the hidden killer and carelessly passed by her. The latter leaped to his feet, and the dagger bit ferociously from the side of his neck. The huge curvature of the blade allows it to automatically pierce the throat and pass through.

The girl dragged the corpse to a corner, fumbled and cut through the corpse's clothes, turning it upside down. From a hidden pocket on the inside of the rotten robe, Fatumah released a metal ornament that made people palpitate to the touch.

It felt like a god emblem, Fatuma thought, maybe he would confuse his enemies with it?

Muhadi's warriors weren't as spirited as the elven girls, but luckily the Blind Eyes zealots were recruited from the hungry poor, and most of them weren't very good soldiers. Living underground for a long time does not help to strengthen the body. If it weren't for their extreme familiarity with the terrain here, they would have been killed by a hundred Tyr soldiers. Now, although the latter was stunned at first, he still slowly took control of the situation.

Among these soldiers were veterans who had survived the Battle of Tyre, having heard of the inexplicable defeat of the Witch King Hamanu and the role that the Psychic Muhadi might play in it. Some have even converted to the new religion propagated by the Psimancers, and the fanaticism and cruelty they display in battle is terrifying even by the standards of the desert halfling tribe.

"Whoever is able to move, kill all the great masters!" came the shouts of battle all around. “...... The sins of the glorious war dead will be forgiven in that moment, and the eternal glory of the kingdom of heaven will be ushered in!!"

The Gnostic's men were not silent mutes, and naturally they fought back. "False prophets will die!" "All Gnostic warriors, kill with me!Fight for your family!Fight for heaven!"

But because of the disparity in numbers, these cries are gradually drowned out on Muhadi's side. "The Great Lord is our safe fortress, the sword and shield that shelter us!" the roar of the warrior and the wails of the dying and wounded filled the room, and at last only the loudest voice resounded in all directions. "The true God is the greatest!"

"The true God is the greatest!"

"The true God is the greatest!"

Gnostic felt that his followers were bleeding and dying, and he couldn't help but feel like a knife. He cursed in his heart, if I kill you, I will be able to rebuild my order!

In his mind, he urged the tentacle monster to attack, and at the same time, he himself pressed step by step, as long as he killed the other party quickly, he could reduce the death and injury of his followers.

The tentacles snapped through the air like a whip, and a monster moved its soft body to attack the Psychic Warlock. The latter avoided it with a keen sense of hearing, and the attack fell to the ground, leaving deep marks on the stone, and the highly corrosive acid remained on the stone slab, making a sound.

A tentacle monster wraps multiple tentacles together to form a thicker, uglier limb. Compared with ordinary tentacles, the strength of this joint limb is much greater, and a single blow shatters a stone pillar that two people are hugging together, and a lot of dust falls.

Several monsters teamed up to attack, and the tentacles waved water without revealing it. Psychic warlocks can only flash by a fraction of a second, and the beastly instincts of the treacherous scourge are stretched to the limit, and many times action comes first, thinking last. It was the first time since Muhadi became a psychic warlock that it was the first time that such a fast-paced thrilling fight had taken place.

A tentacle suddenly added and swung past the side of the psychic man's face, and although the latter could dodge the blow, a few drops of acid fell on the red skin, and there was an instant barbecue sound. A large amount of information about the damage was transmitted to the psychic man's mind through the rich sympathetic nerves on the surface of Guò's body, and Muhadi waved his head to ignore them, completely unaffected by the pain. In the distance, the Gnostics had just completed a magic spell, and it was he who had made these tentacle monsters more powerful and more dangerous.

Whoosh, a stray arrow flew by. Muhadi once again changed gravity in an attempt to influence the situation. The monsters grasped the objects around them with their tentacles, barely affected. Gnostic was caught off guard, his body tilted as if to one side, and the tributary flew right towards his chest. But when the centrifuge was still three fingers away, it was as if it had hit some kind of invisible passport, snorted and disappeared.

"Needless struggle. "The High Priest was contemptuous.

Muhadi ignored the other side and continued his attacks. The crystal shards flew towards the Gnostic, who defended them as easily as a few pesky flies, and didn't hurt at all. The amplified energy spear was more effective, leaving at least a scorch mark on the back of the archpriest's hand, but the latter lightly cast a healing spell that erased the results.

A psychic sorcerer's aura is limited, and it is impossible to manifest it without limits. Muhathir was confident that his experience and knowledge were far from ordinary, and his spirit was greater, but he could not afford to wear it out, and his offensive soon weakened. A sneer twitched at the corner of Nostic's mouth, and he saw that the psychic warlock was unable to dodge and was hit by an added tentacle link. The entire chest was pierced, and acid flowed into his organs and blood.

The moment he was hit, Muhadi tried to use the techniques he had learned from Ram, forgetting Lyra's teachings for a moment and relaxing his monitoring of the primal instinctive side of his consciousness. Let the sharp pain fill your mind, and then channel the strong thought fluctuations into strength.

Manifest energy, time backtracking.

The sharp pain in his chest dissipated instantly, and the dizziness of manipulating the flow of time came over immediately. The tentacles are withdrawn from the chest, and the splattered blood flows back into the chest, and the broken internal organs repair themselves, and then healed by the pierced skin.

Seeing that the psychic mancer's chest was about to be pierced by tentacles, the corners of Nostic's mouth couldn't help but show a sneer, but the next moment, this sneer condensed on his own face. Muhadi demonstrated malicious teleportation and shifted the archpriest in front of him, right in the tentacle's attack path.

Gnostic was blind, and he didn't even realize that he had been changed places for a moment. The tentacles couldn't close their momentum, and they hit the archpriest magic at once. The magic shield blocked most of the kinetic energy, but it still couldn't support it, and it collapsed and disintegrated with a "kala" sound like the glass cracking. This is followed by a tough layer of skin on the body's surface, which is also penetrated. Although the acid was immediately neutralized by the Energy Immunity Divine Technique, the sturdy snap broke a row of ribs on the High Priest's chest.

Gnostic felt a bitter taste in his throat and, without thinking, immediately released the healing technique on himself. The positive energy that symbolizes the source of life immediately came, and in a breath of time, the high priest's injuries were repaired.

"A clever attempt, but not enough!" declared the Gnostics unconcerned.

It's a pity, Muhadi thought to himself, this guy is too difficult to deal with, it seems that as long as he can't kill him all at once, he can rely on all kinds of magic to heal himself. His magic can also heal some injured Blind Eye believers, so that his side will not collapse completely.

Although he had seen a fire elemental priest in Ram City, this battle psychic warlock could be regarded as truly seeing the terrifying power of the priest's divine magic.

The blows inflicted on him by these magic spells were not only combative, but also psychological.

Whether thinking logically or following the teachings of the previous world, Muhadi believed that there is only one true God in the world, just as a circle can have only one center. Although Athas had a rich and varied tradition, there is no one in the modern desert who believes in these departed idols.

It was only when he saw the strange man White Flashes introduced by Councillor Ekis that Muhati seriously thought about this question for the first time: This world has idols that can give power to believers, so why does the first cause he believes in not have this ability? Could it be that what he has believed in for a long time is fiction?

Muhadi knew that the priests of modern-day Atas, whether they were elemental priests or the eccentric Blind Eye High Priest, would undoubtedly have the support of the Witch Kings to perform their magic. Because only the magic of the witch kings can open the passage between Athas and the Otherworld, so that these magic casters can contact their masters, otherwise they will not be able to release their magic skills.

In this process, the witch kings actually only play the role of an intermediary, and the power does not come from them, but this does not prevent some witch kings from claiming to be the agents of the gods, and even directly claiming to be gods. The witch king of Lamu, Abellachili, once proclaimed herself the Iron Master, the goddess of the forest, and strengthened her rule with divine power.

Continuing to ponder from this perspective, the Psychic Sorcerer thought as he dodged the attacks of the High Priest and the Tentacle Monsters, perhaps the idols of these priests were just intermediaries? Who could be sure that the power of the gods must have come from these so-called gods themselves? Blind Eye might have been like Abellachili, but he called himself a god.

However, in order to prove this conjecture, he must one day find a "godless" priest who can perform divine magic. Otherwise, this question will one day inevitably lead to a crisis of faith among the followers of the first cause of one's creation.

And if you do find a godless priest who can perform magic without worshipping any idols, then this fact itself can be used as a powerful weapon. In time, it will come in handy.

"You shouldn't be distracted in battle!" Gnostic was keenly aware of the Psychic Warlock's distraction, and shouted, his right hand suddenly detached from his wrist and flew over and slammed into the Psychic Warlock's shoulder. A sensation of electric shock instantly enveloped half of the latter's body.

A powerful electrical current flows from the shoulder, passes through half of the body, penetrates multiple major organs, and finally flows out through the soles of the feet, leaving large shock spots. The body manipulated by the psychic manipulator collapsed to the ground and lost its breath of life.

Only an injured body remained, the tentacle monster was pressing forward step by step, and the divine energy on the archpriest's body was surging, as if any attack could be ignored.

"And that's not even counting the fight. Muhati replied to the High Priest, "No matter how long you struggle, it will not change the final result." ”

Nostic snorted and continued to attack. The Psychic swerved backwards, adrenaline pumped to an alarming degree. There were still a lot of acid residues from the storm on the ground, and they were difficult to detect in the dark, but Muhadi managed to avoid the deadly trap on the ground with his keen instincts, and retreated to a corner of temporary safety.

The high priest continued to pursue, like a tiger on the way. Even in the dark, the indomitable momentum can be easily felt.

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