The water blue mage Tatarin Cretiny stretched out his fingers, and a fist-sized white liquid condensed out of thin air, and then extended eighteen longitudinal cords, countless branches were horizontal, and instantly woven into a tight spider web, falling on Prince's body.

The viscous cobwebs were stained with the sword that commanded the activation rope, and his body was originally only at the level of ordinary people, and the young man who was overdrawn by the heavy labor of the mine hired workers could not move at all, and the rampant and smug look on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Foul, it's not the same as the duel in the agreement. Princeine's face turned red with a sense of panic as she tried to get out of her death-defying dwelling.

The skull of Master Dergon, who had delivered the Iron Sword to the second heir in the line, trembled slightly, and Christin's elf body, which could no longer maintain the shape of the fire element, quietly disappeared in front of Aldrich's eyes.

Tris, who didn't care about this, raised his right foot with the thickness of an elephant's leg and slammed it to the ground, his body like an arrow shot from a bed crossbow, instantly penetrating the barrier of distance, and slammed the simplest straight fist.

The Master's skull reluctantly summoned an invisible force field shield, and an activation rope wrapped around Princesteen's waist and dragged him backwards to prevent his body from being shattered by the angry blow.

With a "pop", Aldrich's fist violently destroyed the mage's shield, grazing the competitor's left shoulder, "Boom!" The whole arm was like broken glass, and the rain of flesh and blood was thrown backwards.

The pain was unprecedented, and Princeteen let out a terrible howl when killing the pig, and his rickety body continued to tremble, and if it weren't for the sticky cobwebs, he would definitely be lying on the ground and rolling.

'Master, this is the heir you have chosen, who is physically weak, weak-willed, mentally malleable, and worst of all, has no source of self-cohesion. All in all, he was doomed. ’

'Chrytins, an upright knight of virtue, cannot afford the revival of the Aqua Blue Mage Tower, and his kind personality will destroy everything. On the contrary, it is Prince, who is cowardly, inferior and arrogant, and does not hesitate to betray his friends and partners for his own selfish interests, which meets our needs. ’

He has no source of spell casting, and even more sadly, he has no qualifications as a spellcaster, and his self-pitying decadent spiritual realm cannot promote my transformation and growth. ’

'As long as flesh and blood are sacrificed, there will be a steady stream of living life transformed into a source of spell casting, and this is no problem at all. As for his spiritual side, you are not honorable to unleash the runic shackles of the prison and unleash the beasts from the abyss to force the Virtuous Knight to sign a succession contract. It seems that in the quiet years, you have learned a lot. ’

‘...... In order to survive, I had to make a slight change. Dear Master, times have changed, and you have changed beyond recognition, why have you come back from the resurrection of the flame of life that has been extinguished by the hand of shadows?'

Naturally, it was a hatred that could not be let go of even death. Ever since the mysterious lady fell silent, I prepared for the inevitable death, but unfortunately, just halfway through, I was targeted by the shadow assassin who was holding the hunting ritual and was killed, and the rest of my body could not be driven except for the skull and a cervical vertebrae. ’

Then I will be relieved!, Honorable Master, please perish completely, and go to the resting place of the dead, and relive the dreams of the old times under the command of the Wings of Eternal Night, embracing the brilliant sea of stars. ’

Once again, Taling summoned a dark cloud of lightning and thunderbolts, and a thunder snake flew over Master Dergon's skull, scorching Princesteen's iron-clading sword.

'Christin...... You've finally grown up. But you seem to have forgotten something, sacrificing the lives of one hundred and thirteen mine hiremen, why could Princeteen only summon twenty-eight activation ropes? ’

'So what?' Extracting the soul of the second heir of the Mage Tower, taking the opportunity to occupy his body, a broken hand, a fragile body that was about to fall apart, that was really a good choice. Without mercy, I don't mind turning him into char, incompetent waste is damned. ’

'My choice is a little wrong for the time being, but the body I'm going to take is definitely not Princeine. The Virtuous Knight with the Wrath of Order was also quite rare in the old days, and I want to decide on this body. ’

Don't even think about it, he belongs to me. ’

'Unfortunately, Christine, I can't let you get what you want. ’

The blackened and shattered skull exploded into pieces, the viscous cobwebs wrapped around Princeteen's body burned out like a fuse on fire, and the second heir, who was just trying to catch his breath, seemed to be shot by an invisible arrow, dragged his heels on the ground, and nailed his body to the wall of the hall on the ground floor of the mage tower, and then the painful whimper echoing in his throat came to an abrupt end, and his eyes lost focus, as if he was suffering from lost soul.

Princesteen's soul, extracted by necromancy, was deposited in the hilt gem of the Iron Slashing Sword, and his body was manipulated by invisible silk threads to pounce on Aldrich Tris, whose huge body had been stiffened for a long time.

The wrath of order caused his muscles to swell abnormally, bringing the Virtuous Knight unrivaled strength, but also causing the source of his faith to be abnormal, and anger and pride were like anvils and hammers, constantly alternating between them.

Tris felt that he had been high for three days and three nights, and his spirit was both high and tired, in fact, he was not ready, it was too reluctant to have the wrath of order in advance at the knight level, but fortunately, he practiced the power of the Violent Bear in his early years and entered the Whispering Forest, and his body was tempered a lot, and he was replaced by the children of war in Eastwood City, so he might be able to bear it.

The bucket-thick left fist swept and cut off Princeine's waist, but the other party obviously came with a special purpose, and continued to fly forward with a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth.

Princein's charred wrist wrapped his grip on Aldrich's stiff shoulders and threw his head back before he erupted into a headbutt that slammed into Tris's forehead.

"Click!" Blood splattered, the hardness of the skull was not an ordinary knight's exercise that could open the gap between them, Prince's skull was cracked, Aldrich was also uncomfortable, his brain was dizzy, and his eyes were full of flying golden points of light, like a bright nebula.

A ghostly light took advantage of the flint colliding with the sparks to stealthily transition from Princeine's remnants to Tris's spiritual world.

Aldrich's knightly faith had been shaken by Princeteen before, and the wrath of order was too taxing on his body, fearing that it would feed back bad influences into his spiritual realm, and if the master found a hole that could be exploited, it would tear Terris's soul apart and replace him like a dove's nest. ’

Master Delgon was granted his wish to break into the spiritual world of Aldrich Tris, and the memories of his past life built into his familiar home, the Knight of Tris. In the idyllic farm, the psychic defense spontaneously projected more than a thousand tenants armed with pitchforks and nail rakes, ready to resist the unprovoked offender.

"Whoever stands in my way dies. The inexplicable sense of urgency made Master Dergon's white robes sparkle with anger, and his long shawl hair was windless, like a burning flame, like a spiral cane in both hands.

Rockets fired at a large area in a crowded area, fireballs were scattered everywhere to blow up tenants who relied on the location, and tongues of fire set fire to the fields and simple houses of the farms.

The castle at the core of the knight's collar sounded the horn of watch, and the mental defense line was almost torn apart, and only half of the projection characters were left with pitchforks and rakes, turned around and ran towards the rock castle, put on leather armor, received weapons and shields, adapted to the force of the invaders, and temporarily transformed into militia on the spot.

"Hmph, use the source of spellcasting they brought in to consume my soul, good tactics, then just as you wish. ”

The red-robed master Dergon looked at the stone walls guarding the castle layer by layer, the arrow towers rose one after another, and the auxiliary towers supporting the left and right towers towered high, and couldn't help but scold: "Damn, dare to cheat, this manor knight has seen a bigger scene of war, how is it possible?"

Despite some pity, the red-robed mage reluctantly threw out part of the source of the spell and summoned the dark cloud of death, and the peasant soldiers foamed at the mouth as soon as they touched it, but the next scene opened Master Dergon's eyes.

They approached the bucket of water to fight the fire, wet the hem of their clothes and covered their mouths and noses, and most of them survived, lighting the firewood and raising the fire, and the rising heat almost washed away the clouds.

"Cunning man! This trick doesn't even know how to specialize in protection, it's just a manor knight, and there are quite a lot of ways to deal with mages, is it a descendant of a lawbreaker!"

Unable to continue to delay, the red-robed mage directly opened the way with a burst fireball, and no matter how strong the city wall was, it was still a dirt chicken and a tile dog that quickly fell apart in front of the howitzer-like plastic energy spell.

Master Dergonne unleashed his shield and burst into the castle with a bolt of crossbow arrows, only to be slammed into the main tower in a stream of flames, only to find that the lord's throne was only a pair of full-body armor with swords in both hands.

"Damn, fooled again, this country knight walks so fast, slippery like a river eel. ”

The red-robed mage flew over the castle and the knightly of Tris, and a winding path abruptly appeared to the top of the distant mountains, where the towering palace glittered in the dazzling sunlight, and the classical rock pillars supported the glorious dome.

As soon as Master Dergon, who had arrived here, had failed his flying spell and his body fell, but fortunately he was close to the ground, staggering and quickly gaining his footing.

"No, it's just a manifestation in the spiritual world, and it is a sign that his potential is really unfathomable. ”

The red-robed mage broke into the palace, and the three of them hugged the thick stone pillars that were immensely high, and there were poems in praise of the gods and painted floating pictures everywhere.

A palace with bronze pillars and gold dome appeared in front of him, silver gems slowly turned, and the source of spellcasting increased bit by bit.

"I thought it was just an ordinary manor knight, but it turned out to be a rare knight of the Eight Virtues. The storm of wrath, the flames of pride, have left their mark here, but you have easily wiped them away. But I'm not going to throw in the towel, and the winner is no one else but me. ”

The red-robed mage turned into a suspended flame, constantly burning silver gems, looking for gaps to exploit, and the source of his spell casting was turned into a hedron by the turned gem and fell into a half-filled pool, squandering all the knowledge he had learned in his life, all his memories, and precious feelings at the same time.

Just as it was about to become a blank slate, Master Dergon finally broke through the gap and broke into the place where Aldrich Tesla's soul resided.

In the dark and cold void, a little starlight shone in the deepest part, and then the bright sea of stars rushed towards him, and the huge amount of information squeezed Master Dergon.

Before he was about to die out completely, the red-robed mage finally saw Aldrich Triss for what he really was, what a shocking origin.

"Whew!" the Virtue Knight exhaled a breath of turbidity, regaining his domination over the body, the battle of the soul of the spiritual world, and the attack of civilization that was submerged in the flow of information, before talking about the elimination of the opponent who intended to steal the body, he felt very tired.

Taling Cretins tentatively condensed the fire elemental in front of him, and transformed into an elf again: "Master Dergon?

"With all the dangers out of the way, I'm going to have a good chat with you. ”

Only then did Tarling Christine smile reassuringly, "Welcome back, Master Aldrich Tris, who defeated the former Dergon of the Mage Tower. ”