Muhadi struggled to get up from the hot metal floor, and then he realized that his bones were broken.

He saw that his left arm was fractured, and the broken bone had pierced the muscle and skin, and the fracture was unevenly layered. He also had several broken ribs on one side, but luckily it didn't puncture the lobe, so he was able to breathe normally. The blood loss is not serious, at least not immediately.

When he fell from the air, one of his feet hit the ground first, and then he was dislocated by the massive force of the impact. Muhadi grabbed the dislocated area with his intact hand and forcefully moved it back into place.

Strangely, I didn't feel any pain at all. Muhadi thought to himself, what is going on? Normal people, whether they are broken or dislocated, should be rolling on the ground in pain a long time ago, why can't they feel anything? And why did those people attack themselves?

He tried to remember why it all started, but it didn't work well, and there seemed to be a force preventing him from remembering what he needed to know.

The Divine Squire Kailin fell from the sky with him, and now landed not far from the Psychic Warlock, emitting an unconscious **. Muhati hesitated slightly, then limped towards the strange creature with wings in his eyes.

It is said that a person does not experience pain in a dream, and he thinks as he walks, while pinching himself with his intact hand, and as a result, he does not feel any pain. Does this mean that he is dreaming? Muhadi thought so, and he touched the edge of the truth with a crooked look.

In the air, the battle between the Witch King Nibenai and the Psychomancer reaches its climax.

The shadow king is incarnated by tens of millions, omnipresent. The obsidian orbs he carried with him stored the souls of countless dead people, which were used to pay for the life force necessary for the spell. But the cost of spells that distorted the essence of the world was so huge that the corners of the mouth of the demon dragon transformed by the Witch King oozed crimson hot blood.

The illusions created by Nibennay, layer upon layer, make it almost impossible to break free. Although his direct attack was not as powerful as that of the Witch King Abellachili, who was good at shaping spells, the devastating consequences were no less than anything extraordinary.

Even if the limits of a mortal's imagination are exhausted, it is impossible to outline the gloomy and magnificent illusion of the Witch King. Some illusions are filled with all kinds of invisible horrors, which are enough to destroy the will and reason of ordinary people. Some illusions are so thrillingly beautiful that one would rather indulge in them forever.

The Iron City of Dis, the most magnificent and huge fortress city on the second floor of the Bato Nine Prisons, and the most impregnable fortress city in legends, has been devastated and devastated under the attack of Nibennay. As the area of the molten metal lake expanded, some of the metal towers with melted bases began to tilt and collapse, and red-hot molten iron poured down the underground city and the underground of the underground city along the underground passages that extended in all directions of Diss City. Some of the Baduz Devils, who could withstand the heat, were also doomed, drowning in molten metal and trapped in the underground passages by the cooling molten iron. As the molten iron cools down, the volume shrinks, so the Barthez who are unfortunate enough to be trapped inside will experience the feeling of being slowly crushed. In the months after the end of the battle, the inhabitants of Dees could still hear the inhuman howl coming from underground.

Aisha's abilities did as much damage to the city as the Witch King Nibennay, and the ability to distort time and space tore apart the fabric of time and space around the battlefield, turning it into a mortal enemy that most Barthez would avoid in the future. Here, as you walk, you may suddenly bump into the spatial rift left over from the battle, and become displaced. Sometimes, the shadow of the past or the future appears here. So in the future, some Barthez devil scholars have set up research institutes here, living in isolation, undisturbed, and able to observe the consequences of the most powerful magic and supernatural resonances.

resonance, rather than canceling each other out. This is the consequence of the female psychic mancer's ability to counter and Nibennay's lethal spells constantly colliding in the air. It's like two mechanical waves meet, instead of canceling each other out, the crests are superimposed on the peaks, and the troughs are superimposed on the troughs. The amplified destructive power causes buildings to fall like building blocks and streets to roll like carpets. Hundreds of balls of light that shine brighter than the sun grow one after another, and looking directly at them can make ordinary people's eyeballs melt in their sockets and flow out like jelly. Even the reflections on the metal buildings are still dazzling.

The confrontation in the soul realm is even more intense, and the performance of the female psychic is worthy of her reputation as the second most powerful psionic in Atas. No matter how much the Witch King Niben tried to confuse her will with illusions, she always seemed to break free in time. Six Souls doesn't just mean that she can use all of her psychic abilities without any hindrance, but it also means that whenever her dominant personality is bewitched by illusions, she can instantly make another personality emerge and take over consciousness and continue fighting.

Maidens, old women, men, teenagers, beasts and babies...... Each personality is good at the psychic abilities of one faction, they have different thoughts and opinions, but they can work together for the same goal, so Aisha-Lyra is omnipotent.

"Good fight, but how long can you last? or should I say you?" The Witch King Niben didn't seem to feel that he had to open his mouth to recite spells when casting spells, in fact he could cast spells normally without chanting them, and his power and frequency did not diminish in the slightest. When he opened his mouth to speak with the dragon's huge mouth, the howl was like a low thunderclap, and like a rumbling war drum, hoarse and deep, it passed over Bato. The ground resonated slightly, and the residents of Dis City felt numb in their ears regardless of distance or distance. "And how long do you think you can stop me from letting your six personalities kill each other?"

The dragon's body perched atop a broken metal building, its claws piercing through its walls, piercing deep into the seemingly indestructible Adamantite Gold and Mithril. Not only is he intimidating, but he is also witty and treacherous, quick and quick. The scales on his body were like polished ring armor, shiny and unharmed.

"Long enough for me to twist Tiamat's mind and make her turn around and attack you. Aisha said, her voice young and smooth.

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There seems to be some old rift between Ebu the Polis and the Witch King Nibennay, and the two do not support each other, but each deal with his own opponents. Sadiri was secretly glad that if it weren't for that, she probably wouldn't have lasted so long.

The image of Polis's dragon is even more terrifying than Nibennay's, and his size is even larger, seemingly surpassing that of Tiamat, the god of colored dragons. Each scale, as large as a giant shield, was large enough to envelop a grown man's body. Polis also had many black bone spurs sticking out of his body, which made him look doubly hideous.

Some of the bone spurs seemed to be broken, and some of the scales had marks left by the chopping. This seems to imply that the most powerful Witch King of Athas has other battles ahead of him before he fights the Coral Witch. When you think about it, it's not too strange. Polis is an extreme human supremacist, and it would be incredible if he didn't have some conflict with his masters on the devil's territory.

On the other side of the battlefield, the collision of magic and abilities creates a burst of bright light. This increased Satilly's strength, and she did her best to cast two of the most powerful spells she knew, temporarily pushing Polis back and buying herself a little time.

Satili paused time for her spell casting, and then teleported herself behind the Witch King Niben Nai for a moment when the world stood still. She changed her strategy to fight and planned to deal with the weaker of the two Witch Kings first.

"Scared to face me?" a deafening voice rang out, and Eboul's Polis was killing from the other direction. I don't know if he used simulacrum or other powerful spells to create this clone for himself. "I can smell your fear, Coral Witch!"

"What you smell is actually your own cold sweat. Satili had to reunite with Polis, and a series of brilliant magical fires bloomed between the two. "Either it's the smell of your urine, and honestly, the two smell about the same. ”

"Mature people will admit their emotions, and childish people will rush to refute all evaluations. Polis spoke like a roar, and each word burst out of the dragon's mouth with a great amount of flame.

"I was about to say the same thing to you. ”

No matter how much you deny it, the facts will not be deviated from it. The dragon king walked through a barrage of countless powerful spells, as if it were just raindrops hitting him. He replied in a thunderous voice. "I was remembered by Atas thousands of years before you were born, I have experienced more slaughter and wars than you can imagine in your dreams, and you are delusional that you are wiser than I am?

"Thousands of years ago, when alien races ran rampant and their gods filled the sky...... You can't imagine what kind of life human beings lived at that time, bearing humiliation and burdens, and living in secret...... Do you think the rule of the witch kings is cruel and unforgiving?! You should study history and see how humans struggled to survive at that time...... You shouldn't be my enemy!Satilly!Whatever you think of me, remember what I've done for humanity!" The dragonlord's massive body landed on a library, his astonishing weight crushing it. The thick willow nails that held the metal walls and cloisters in place burst out one by one under the tremendous pressure of the deformation, like bullets that had been discharged.

"If, as you say, I should thank you for your genocidal behavior in the battle of purification, and tolerate your crimes. Satili shot back, using words and magic at the same time. "Then why did you Witch King join forces to betray the Primordial Warlock in the first place? According to your logic, isn't Rajat a great service to mankind as a war propagator?According to your logic, no matter how bad Rajat is to you, shouldn't you not be his enemy?' because 'you owe him'!"

"Hmph, Rajat. The dragon squeezed the name out of his teeth, with hatred and disgust. "You really don't know the truth about him, do you? I guess we're protecting the truth too well. Let me tell you, Rajat, that he's just using us, using humanity! Let me tell you one of the greatest secrets, one that has been carefully guarded for thousands of years. We joined forces against Rajat for one reason - Rajat is not human!"

A spell cast by Niben Nai creates an annihilation singularity that sucks into nearby buildings, the ground, and even the air, creating an ever-expanding realm of nothingness.

The female psychic Aisha's abilities disrupted the flow of time, causing some of the Barthez demons trapped in the ability's range to suddenly begin to age rapidly, while others were reverted to their pre-advanced state, eventually degenerating into small, weak demons. Out of thin air, the Shadow King created a half-plane—a seed universe in the multiverse—to dodge the blow and kill it from another place.

The Great Devil Gog and Polis's Divine Body Golems chase in vain the shadows of their enemies, and Tiamat, the queen of dragons, seems to be in some kind of hallucination or schizophrenia, with five dragon heads biting each other and attacking herself. Her body rolled painfully on the ground, causing a violent earthquake. The hot molten iron was poured out by the tumbling, forming a devastating wave of liquid metal that swept across Diss City along the canyon between the towers.

All of this, all of these incredible and thrilling sights of destruction, caused ripples in the heart of the Coral Witch far less than the waves caused by Polis's words. "Rajat is not human?...... You're lying! It's impossible!"

"Why don't you verify it yourself?" the dragon lifted his jaw and pointed in Muhadi's direction.

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As Niben Nai hid in the half-plane, the Psychic Warlock suddenly came to his senses.

He remembered who he was, why he was here, and he recognized who were on both sides of the battle.

"Waking you up is smoother than I thought, and it seems that you yourself have realized that you are hallucinating. Luckily, Nibennay wasn't here at this time, and he couldn't maintain his illusion. A voice rang in his head, and the psychic mancer recognized it as the voice of Sadiri the Coral Witch. To her, he was sincerely grateful. "You should be able to manifest your abilities normally now, but the Witch King misled your thought process with powerful illusions, so you can't manifest them properly. ”

"I think a thank you is probably not enough to express my feelings. Muhadi finally returned to normal, and hurriedly used his ability to communicate. He was grateful for the mage's help. "I'll save your god-serving friend first, and then we'll deal with the Witch King together...... And I have to admit that the adventure is really exciting. ”

"Wait a minute, Muhadi, I have ......," Sadiri telecared, and the psychic could feel the anxiety and a little worry in her words.

But what she wanted to say next, Muhathir couldn't hear. Once again, the Witch King Niben slew out of the half-plane, his spell interrupting Satili's teleportation and separating the two.

The Psychic Warlock didn't pause, he quickly ran to the fallen Otherworldly Divine Servant, and managed to wake them up. "You go and distract that Barthez Devil and the Divine Body Golem, and I'll work with Satilia Aisha to deal with the Witch King's Dragon Queen. ”

Kailin nodded firmly, then took off without saying a word and joined the fight. The Psychic Warlock looked up, surveying the sky of magic and afterimage.

The Witch King Nibennay and the Coral Witch battle each other over the metal complex, and the two sides are almost evenly matched. But Muhadi didn't know much about magic, so he wasn't quite sure. On the other side, Aisha and Ebo's Polis are battling. Much to the psychic man's surprise, the former seemed to be at least slightly inferior on the scene.

How is this possible? Muhadi was puzzled, when did Aisha have such great strength?

The demon dragon that Polis had incarnated roared in a bored tone, and his voice was terrible, resounding through the four fields. "Ah, another spoiler. Has it become an unattainable luxury to even have a good fight now?"

The female psychic responds by turning into an almost invisible apparition that disappears and reappears. Powerful psychic powers surged from her body, making her eyes glow blue and barely visible. The dragonlord's magic is either fended off or dodged.

Muhadi sensed something familiar from the female psychic sorcerer, and then he remembered a long time ago when he was first exposed to psychic abilities in the desert.

"I am the group, I am the plural. In the desert, people call a being like me, who has multiple personalities, a 'tribe of one,' because we are alone, but we are never alone. At that time, his master Tianqin said this, with a certain creepy tone. "I am the original soul of Lyra, I am the source, I am the beginning. After that, the other personalities split off one after another, making a total of six. ”

"Lyra?" Muhadi whispered the name in disbelief, his eyes widening.

As if sensing the telemagician's doubts, Aisha struggled to resist Ebu's polis, and at the same time used her abilities to create a clone for herself, flashing in front of Muhadi.

She walked between the flames and lightning, the corners of her robes swept across the tormented, metallic surface, and behind her was the collapsing Barthez complex, which rang out like a dense drumbeat. The flames scorched the roots of her hair, the smoke left its mark on her face, and a hint of tiredness crept up her brow. Behind her, the Witch Kings fought with the Sun Mage, the Otherworldly Priest and the Great Devil, and Tiamat the Celestial Dragon rolled on the ground like a frenzy, all of which added up to be a legendary stage.

There was something in her that seemed to be different from the past. In the past, Aisha was a quiet, even somewhat shy and delicate girl. Now, she seems to be more determined and mature.

"Lyra?" Muhati asked the girl who was walking towards him suspiciously, and unconsciously took half a step back, not knowing what mood he should use to equip himself at this time.

"Yes," the telemanceress replied in the affirmative, but she continued. "But it's not. ”

The Psychic Warlock took another half step back, his weight resting on his hind heels, and subconsciously assumed a posture that seemed to be on guard. "What does that mean, on earth, should I call you Aisha, or my master?"

"I know you have a lot of questions on your mind right now, but please listen to me first. After listening, many of your questions will be answered. Seeing Muhadi's defensive posture, the female psychic seemed a little hurt. When she spoke, Muhadi never forgot the look in her eyes. It was a look full of bitterness but absolutely cathartic, so sad, so heart-wrenching. Her heart seemed to beat faster, and sweat oozed from her palms. "Go ahead and call me Aisha, I love the name. ”

"There's a fact you may not have known before—Lyra never taught two apprentices at a time, because the way of psychic abilities is unique and weird, and each person's mind is different. Muhadi heard Aisha's voice say this. "I was never an apprentice to Lyra, but neither am I—not exactly. Lyra shaped my mind based on her own mental demon, and then she created this body based on the imagination that was dug out of your heart. You might think that my appearance is familiar, because it is designed according to your subconscious preference for female images. You will subconsciously feel that I am trustworthy and charismatic. ”

"But why?" Muhati asked, his tone more acrimonious than he expected, and he wished his face had at least remained calm by this time. The battle around him seemed to be unnoticeable, and although the ground was shaking violently, it was far less than the shock in his heart, and a strange silence hung over this small corner.

Aisha shook her head, her voice trembling slightly. "To observe, to make sure you're on the established path...... You threw yourself into the Lyra to learn psychic abilities, you took part in the Tyre Revolution, your adventure to the Pure Keep, and your current quest...... Everything is part of a big plan. It's all on the road that Lyra has designed in advance. From time to time, she secretly exerted influence so that nothing would deviate from her plans...... That's one of my two missions. ”

"I don't understand...... al-Muhati felt that he had become exhausted, his usual words seemed to have disappeared from his mind, and the world around him suddenly became extremely distant. "Why me? What is Lyra's plan?"

"Because you're different. Aisha whispered, and for a moment it seemed to be back to the image of the shy girl she used to be. "You tried to hide it, but Lyra's abilities allowed her to see through the truth behind the lies, and she studied souls much more deeply than you think, what do you think she was studying every day? It's not the body you occupy, it's your soul, which comes from beyond this multiverse...... Can you imagine what that means?"

Muhadi was speechless, Lyra's study, his own experience. Is everything a pre-arranged plan, and like a marionette, you are always on the path that others have set for you?

He thought hard, trying to catch the other party's loopholes. "The first day I met Lyra, I met you. How could she have ...... beforehand Just made you, and then waited for me to come to the door?" he heard himself say in a dry tone.

"Lyra's grand plans began countless years before you arrived, or traveled to this multiverse—she wasn't human, she was much older than humans. Lyra wasn't sure it was you, but she realized that there was something else beyond the multiverse. She also guessed that one day, something from beyond the multiverse would appear in our world. ”

"And the fact that you were infected by the soul fragments of the Primordial Warlock did not affect Lyra's plans. In fact, she thinks it's all getting more interesting. So she looks through me to see your every move. ”

"I guess you can't tell me what the ultimate purpose of this plan is?" the psychic mancer grew dryer when he heard his own voice.

Aisha shook her head as if in pain, though she would never notice it if she didn't look closely. "It's so much more detailed than you can imagine, and I'll explain it to you if I could, my heart cried out for me...... But I can't, I'm sorry, but I really can't. ”

Muhadi turned his head and forced himself to take his eyes off Aisha. The battle was still going on in the distance, and the terrifying power of the Psychomancer's clone, the Coral Witch, and the Witch Kings and Tiamat made the plane itself tremble.

"And what about these?!" the telemancer pointed at the battle, just as Niben had suppressed the Coral Witch, and Polis had already gained the upper hand, and if nothing else, the two Witch Kings should have won a big victory soon. "Could this be what Lyra had planned?polis, Nibennay, plus a colored dragon god and a great devil. If we couldn't hit them, we'd all die here today! Aisha said. "In the plan you have to get to the wise men. ”

"If I'm caught here by the Witch Kings. Muhathir felt a flame rise from the bottom of his heart, a little like betrayal. But as a psychic mancer, he hadn't had mood swings for too long, so he couldn't tell if this was just how ordinary people feel when they were betrayed. It's still a lot of stuff mixed in. "Then how can I come to all the wise men?"

"Because I have the means. Aisha said cautiously. "It's not easy, but it's doable. Archduke Bair, on the first floor of the Nine Prisons of Bartow, and Archduke Balzebu, on the seventh floor, were about to attack the city of steel, or the city of molten iron. But when their army of demons tore through the space and invaded here, I had a way for us to pass through the spatial rift and invade directly into the bronze fortress of Grand Duke Dispat. There, we will find a portal that leads directly to the eighth level of Bato, the entrance to the hiding place of the wise men. The fortress itself will become undefended due to foreign invasions. ”

"Listen, Muhadi. We just need to move fast enough. You will be able to leave the Witch Kings and other enemies behind. They will be trapped here, and you will be able to meet all the wise men! Once you have your real name, they will only be able to prostrate themselves in front of you, and obey your every command in fear!"

"What if I want to get Lyra's real name from the wise men?"

"You can try, but you're doomed to nothing. ”

Muhathir tried to ponder the meaning behind the words, Lyra had no real name, what was she, he felt as if he was involved in some complex and vast conspiracy, but he couldn't see it in its entirety.

"I don't like that," the psychic mancer clenched his fists, and he felt the flames rush into his brain. "Whatever Lyra's plans are, I don't like to be kept in the dark ......by her! I'll let her give me a perfect explanation!

"But now," Muhati said, struggling to push himself. "Let me suppress my emotions for a while. Let's get rid of the witch kings and get through the difficulties in front of us. What's the method, and how?"

Aisha's face suddenly showed an extremely embarrassed magic, and she turned red inexplicably. "I'm not telling you. ”

"What?" the psychic mancer felt incredulous.

"I'm not telling you. Unless you agree to my terms. Aisha seemed to have finally mustered up the courage to say it in one breath.

"Don't you tell me, are we still caught by the Witch King and let Lyra's great plan fail?" Muhadi said in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, even if the plan fails. Because it's a more critical part of this plan, the most important part, enough to shake up our multiverse, and even beyond!" "Remember what I said earlier, I have two missions, and spying on you is just one of them. ”

Muhadi nodded, he couldn't find what he wanted to say.

"You remember that Nibennay said that it is not easy to meet the wise men. The path leading to it is on the eighth level of Bato, tightly guarded by the devil. But the greater difficulty is that the wise men are said to possess inexplicable terrifying forms and indescribable insane thinking essences that are far beyond our comprehension, far beyond any psyker. Any existence that dares to look directly at the wise people, or even communicate with them, will fall into irrepressible and incurable madness, and reason will be completely shattered by the crazy fear that has traveled through the ages. Some would say that the Wise Men were among the races that dominated the primordial multiverse in the old days before demons and demons appeared. ”

"Even if someone comes back alive after communicating with the wise men, he is not the same person anymore. That's why the Witch Kings have been here for so long—they're looking for the right spell to resist the possible influence of the wise men. Because of this, the devils did not use the power of their true names to conquer the entire multiverse. ”

"So you have a way to resist the influence of the wise men, or is it Lyra's plan to make me completely crazy in front of the wise men?" said Muhadi, shifting slightly, though he was not aware of it.

"Dark rituals. Aisha said, looking as if all the blood was pouring into her face. The heat seemed to steam out of her ears, melting her skull and causing the flesh to turn into a liquid and run down her neck. "You must grant me this request, and then I can help you get rid of the Witch King...... Make friends with me before you enter the realm of the wise, this is my second mission!"

"What?!" No amount of self-control and long-term training could help Muhati suppress this instinctive reaction. "What did you say?!"

"When the ceremony is done, I will leave immediately. If you refuse, I'll leave now, and I won't help you deal with the Witch King, and escape from here. Aisha's speech suddenly quickened, as if she was about to finish all the embarrassing words in one breath. "In any case, we won't see each other again, Mohati. Believe me, I don't want to do that either!" she said at the end, and she became very melancholy.

"But why?!"

"Through the Dark Ritual, I will conceive a fetus who will be connected to you by blood. Aisha said with difficulty. "Through some kind of blasphemer magic and psychic abilities you can't imagine, you and your companions will not be harmed when you face the Wise Ones. This fetus will bear the full influence of the wise men through the connection. ”

"You can rest assured...... He will not die and will not be harmed. But the inexplicable wisdom of the inexplicable sage will be captured, and the connection established through rituals will be attached to the fetus. This fetus will have the dual essence of a time-traveler and an old ruler. ”

Muhati was speechless for a moment. "Why is that?"

"For the sake of planning. Aisha lowered her head, pain wrinkling her countenance and the corners of her eyes moistening.

"Why do you have to follow Lyra's plan?" the Psychic Warlock felt the fire inside him seem to grow stronger, as if it were burning. Rushing upwards, took over everything. "Leave her alone! Leave Lyra alone! We can do whatever we want!"

"I want to listen to what you say, really! I want to be with you! as a friend...... Or whatever!" the female psychic mancer's breathing became more and more rapid, and she gasped for air. "But I can't! I can't explain it to you......! The stakes are far greater than you and me! far greater than what we have experienced, and probably more than anything we may experience in the future...... I had to complete the Dark Ritual, and I had to leave after that! I had no choice. ”

Hearing the other party's categorical statement, Muhathir felt that he felt worse than he did when he first felt betrayed. "What is the reason behind all this?" he tasted bitterness.

"I hope you never have to know. She said sadly, a little choked.

"I'll find out sooner or later!"

"But it won't be today, and it won't come from my mouth. ”

"I'm not going to let you go. "Muhati tried to hold him back one last time.

He remembered how Aisha had helped him infiltrate Tyre in the first place.

He remembered how Aisha had saved himself in all kinds of dangers, and chose to believe and support him in all situations.

He remembered how Aisha risked her life when her abilities didn't manifest properly.

The two looked at each other.

The huge, eerie Barthez metal buildings around them looked at them like spectators.

They continued to look at each other.

"Thanks, you don't know what that sentence means to me. But what is destined to happen cannot be changed. Aisha spoke last, gesturing at the ongoing battle. The two Witch Kings - Nibennay and Polis - had the complete upper hand, and their opponents were almost left with nothing left to parry. "Grant my request, or I'll have to leave at once. Your friend will be killed by the Witch King, and you will be captured alive. ”

The psychic mancer's attention returned to the battle, and he looked in the direction Aisha was pointing. With just one glance, he knew that Aisha was right. If you hesitate for a moment, the Coral Witch and the Priest will be wiped out by the Witch King.

She was right, there was no choice.

Muhadi turned around and gritted his teeth in reply. "I ...... I promise you...... But that's only because only now are there to leave alive from the Witch Kings. I'll be able to figure it all out in the future. I'll find you. Mark my words, because Muhadi does what he says. The true God is above, as a witness. ”