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No amount of damage to the Gnostics, the Orb of Energy, the Fire, the Lightning, the Sonic Waves, the Acid, or the Steel will not really hurt the High Priest. Divine healing of a qiē wound, removal of a qiē bad state, resistance to various forms of soul attacks, Muhadi tried and tried, only to feel that his brain was getting more and more tired, and his spiritual appearance was almost exhausted. 5949

If there was a Giss Yankee Silver Sword, it might be able to destroy his magical defenses. It was a pity that the old man insisted on wearing a dress for the vigil, and had no sword belt, so he did not bring the silver sword to the ground.

In general, Psychic Warlocks can only show one ability at a time, regardless of whether they are fast or slow. Presumably, only a monster with six souls in one like Lyra can easily manifest multiple abilities at the same time.

Compared to psionics, mages and priests have a great advantage. Although they require gestures, words, and even spellcasting materials to cast spells. But they have a lot of spells that can be released by touch, and as long as the set conditions are met, they will automatically touch. As soon as the Gnostics receive damage in battle, even if they are entangled by the enemy and cannot cast spells, they will immediately heal themselves with healing magic, and they are almost invulnerable.

If another psychic warlock or mage is facing a spellcaster, most likely they will use psionic amplification or magic to maximize the damage output for a split second. It's a pity that Muhadi doesn't have much left at this time, and the Gnostics are very strong, even if the psychic warlock is in good condition, it is difficult to say whether he can defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

A tentacle monster took the opportunity to kill the psychic warlock after killing a soldier in its way, and it swept through with a wave of its hand. Instinctively sensing the danger, Muhadi hurriedly lay down and rolled, and when he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt the hot wind rolling in the back of his neck, and knew that something was wrong, and his right foot was on the tip of his toe, and his body jumped diagonally to one side. This dodge was extremely dangerous, because a flame strike from the high priest hit him right where he was standing.

This time he escaped from an impossible situation, and if it weren't for the darkness all around, the soldiers watching would have applauded. But before Muhati could breathe a sigh of relief, the two tentacle monsters, one left and one right, had already caught the attack, and before the psychic warlock could stand still, the two tentacles, one high and one low, waved together.

The telemancer hadn't stood still, so it was naturally inconvenient to avoid it. And if you can lean over at this time, you will inevitably be swept off your knee. If it jumps, it will be broken and revealed. In the thrilling moment, Muhadi unthinkingly displayed his ability to turn the skin on his hand into steel, grasped the tip of the tentacle that struck him in front of him, and leaped backwards several feet with the force. With this short touch, the skin on Muhadi's hand melted away, exposing almost the bones.

The blessed Gnostic chased after the psychic warlock at this time, and the negative energy summoned by the divine magic accumulated in the palm of his hand, and it was only a blow that could take the life of a living creature. The high priest attacked and slammed his palms three times, sealing Muhadi's retreat. The latter heard the sound of the wind, and in a hurry, he stimulated his full potential, twisted his body to the limit, and finally dodged the first two palms. By the time of the third palm, there was a stone wall behind the psychic mancer, and there was no way to retreat.

At this point, Muhathir had no choice but to barely show his ability to teleport himself behind his opponent in the last moment. Although the Gnostic missed the blow and only knocked down one wall, the two tentacle monsters still followed him, and the ghost chased after him again. Only a few swishing sounds were heard in the dark, and several thick tentacles shot like arrows, powerful enough to pierce stones.

The psychic mancer listened with great accuracy, bent his knees, and threw his upper body back. At the same time, he pulled out the scimitar on his waist and aimed it at the tentacle that stretched out from his chest, which was a fierce knife, and he was about to cut it off.

At this moment, Muhadi suddenly felt a cool breeze hitting his body behind him, stinging slightly. Sensing the danger, the psychic mancer instinctively kicked his legs and leaped to his feet, rolling in the air like an individual gymnast before landing again. With a snort, a puddle of corrosive acid flew from the front. Muhadi danced the knife in a circle to block the acid, but the knife was also completely useless.

It turned out that Gnostic missed a palm, and immediately cast another magic spell, summoning the Arrow of the Moon from the void in order to kill this hateful enemy who was hiding around.

This was originally an extremely effective tactic, because this magic was extremely fast, and it could almost be called a word. And the arrow of the moon flies without a sound of breaking the sky. This trick was originally used in night battles, making it difficult for the opponent to hear the voice discerner in the dark, and there was no warning in advance, and the blade was already added, but if it was used in the daytime to sneak attack from behind, it would be unguardable. Fortunately, the psychic warlock was extremely quick to think and dodged as soon as he noticed something unusual. But even then, a long slit was torn open in the back of the robe.

The tentacle monster standing in front of Muhadi couldn't dodge and was shot in the torso by the Arrow of the Moon. This vicious weapon does not end with a single wound like a normal weapon, but begins to squeeze the life force of the victim. The tentacle monster immediately collapsed to the ground, and puffs of acid erupted from the wound, corroding Muhadi's scimitar.

This time it was also extremely dangerous, and the psychic warlock knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat a magic caster in a protracted battle, so he decided to fight to the death before being dragged to death by his opponent.

Ignoring the fact that there was still an intact tentacle monster in front of him, Muhati turned around and manifested a powerful spiritual energy, turning his body into a shadow and rushing towards the high priest in a posture of death. Because of the effect of this psionic energy, the psychic warlock was transformed into a monster that relied on negative energy to survive in an instant.

Gnostic was keenly aware of the telemancer's attack and couldn't help but be overjoyed. Negative energy monsters, such as various undead spirits, although they are very lethal, are just a living target in the eyes of priests. There are a lot of magic skills that can easily overcome these terrifying killers in the eyes of ordinary people, even if they are not careful and suffer a small injury, it is just a matter of a few healing techniques.

The High Priest immediately began chanting, preparing to cross the negative energy creatures. The invisible light in the darkness slanted down, and al-Muhadi felt as if his whole body was burning, as if he had been skinned layer by layer with hot tongs, and a handful of salt was sprinkled on each layer. This feeling...... It was so strange that the psychic had not felt pain in a long time, and the experience was only new to him.

The hands that had become skeletal plunged into the Gnostile's abdomen, and the psychic mancer twisted as if to rip off his opponent's intestines. But before the negative energy began to erode the opponent, the archpriest activated several powerful healing spells on his body and began to repair the damage he had received.

"You think this will kill me?" said Northti. "My god will heal my injuries in an instant!"

"No, you can't. The Psychic said in a tone as cold as an undead. "But this one does. ”

Enduring an increasingly burning sensation, Muhathir used his last strength to unleash an ability to manipulate airflow. With the two of them as the center, a whirlwind quickly took shape. The Psychic Warlock used his will to force the air to spin sharply, faster and stronger.

"This, this is ......" the archpriest suddenly showed a frightened expression. But he was interrupted halfway through his sentence. The final cry turned into a string of screams of unknown meaning.

On Earth, a low-pressure air mass forms in the center of a tornado. The small tornado of Muhadi's own creation was far less powerful than the real creations of nature, but it only rotated faster in a small area, so that the air pressure in its center also dropped sharply, enveloping the high priest.

The psychic warlock fought hard for a long time, and his spirit was almost exhausted. It's hard to show a big ability, but it's still a lot of effort to show a first-tier ability. What's even better is that if you attack the High Priest directly with poison gas or something, it will only touch the defensive magic on his body. Now this avoids that.

Due to the drastic drop in air pressure, the oxygen level around Gnostic also dropped to an extremely low level in an instant. And the healing magic that he had previously touched automatically was sparing no effort to repair the wounds on his body, and the need for oxygen was extremely amazing. Psychic Warlocks don't need to breathe because they have become the body of negative energy creatures.

Muhadi had managed to create such an opportunity, and how could he allow himself to miss it. Ignoring his scarred body, he lunged at the High Priest. Even if it doesn't really hurt the opponent, it can stop the opponent from casting spells to break free.

"I may not be able to hurt you. The Psychic Warlock said as he stared at the darkness where the High Priest should have been, his voice as calm as usual, without pain, without hesitation, unlike a human voice. "But you can. ”

Gnostic couldn't say a word, his hands were clutched by the Psychic Warlock, and he couldn't make a spellcasting gesture. He opened his mouth, but only to hiss weakly in the thin air. The healing magic used to be his magic weapon to defeat the enemy, but now it has become a talisman that kills his vitality. The skin on the high priest's face turned from white to red, from red to purple, and his eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets.

Finally, with a pop, Gnostic's body collapsed to the ground, and his body, which once looked tall, was no more than an ordinary shriveled old man after death. The remaining tentacle monsters were immediately banished back to the strange world they belonged to as they were summoned, leaving behind only a lot of corrosive blood.

As soon as the high priest died, the underground temple seemed to undergo a strange change. An inhuman roar seemed to come from the depths of the earth, both distant and close. The ground shook slightly, and the people in the battle dodged in all directions, for fear that this was another strange lethal spell.

It was as if a curtain had been lifted, and in an instant, the entire temple shattered and vanished, and the light regained its grip on this hidden place underground. Muhadi, and everyone else, looked around. Collapsed and broken stone pillars and crumbling statues were everywhere, and the corpses of the dead were scattered all over the temple. The flames burned sporadically, the acid accumulated into puddles, and the half-corroded corpses collapsed. The last remaining Blind Eye believers were in stone swords and crossbows, bewildered in search of their opponents.

Children in their teens who have not yet grown beards, rickety old men, and masked women make up the majority of Blind Eye believers. A really strong man looks no more than a tenth. It's just such a group of people, who actually relied on the favorable environment and fanaticism to fight with the hundred elite soldiers of the Psychic Warlock for a long time.

"Your Excellency?" the bald soldier was still alive. "What should I do?" he asked, holding a curled scimitar in his hand, looking at the old and sick in front of him.

Many of the Tyre soldiers were also from humble backgrounds, but were drafted into the army after the Revolution. Seeing these exhausted and miserable enemies, there is a desire to live them. "Are we going to arrest them all?"

"Phew, a bunch of imps with thin arms and legs and shriveled old women, plus a few blind people who never take a bath, I have to say that the smell is a little more threatening. Fatuma slashed down an enemy just before he could see the light again, and shouted as he wiped his own scimitar with his corpse. "After fighting for a long time, we won't forgive these poor creatures, right?"

Muhadi transformed back into his original body and looked at the ruins around him. His gaze gradually swept over the few remaining enemies, skimming over the twisted and frantic faces. Then he looked at the mutilated bodies of his fallen men. His eyes finally rested on the Gnostic, an ordinary bad old man. No magic, no psionic powers, not very powerful, but something that almost made him feel helpless. Something dangerous.

"Only the Great Lord can decide whether to forgive the sins of these people," al-Muhadi cried out. "All we have to do is send them to the Great Lord. Kill them all!

The soldiers were stunned for a moment and did not immediately follow orders. Even Fatuma's face showed a look of surprise, and the bald soldier hurriedly asked in a tone of disbelief, "Really?"

"You heard my orders. The strange telepathic force field in the area had disappeared, and Muhadi couldn't help but use some psychological suggestion techniques. "The moment they took up arms against us, it was already doomed. Now do your duty, soldiers!"

The bald soldier frowned slightly, but said nothing more. Holding his scimitar aloft, he slashed at a Blind Eye believer not far away, who did not know that the darkness had faded and his advantage was gone, and he was beheaded with a single sword. The broken neck was still pumping blood at the rate of a heartbeat, and then collapsed weakly.

"The true God is great!" shouted one of the soldiers, emboldening himself and joining in the killing.

"God is the greatest!" more voices rang out, some hesitant, some perfunctory, some fanatical, some excited. Dozens of scimitars were raised high, and a cold light flashed on the blades of the metal. Human heads fell like wheat harvested, and not a single blind-eyed believer gave in, still calling out to their Savior before they died.

"The true God is the greatest!Azimhu Akbar!Achimhu Akbar!"

Fatoumah crept over to Muhadi, her face covered in blood and smoky marks, but she asked anyway. "It's not like you. ”

"You're not happy?"

"Nope. The elf girl smiled. "You know how I deal with my captives, but I never thought you'd do anything like that. ”

"This kind of thing, what kind of thing?" Muhadi was in a trance for a while, and he lost his weight lightly, and a vague scene of déjà vu appeared in his mind.

Kill them all, and say in your illusion, kill them all...... Before tomorrow, no living orc shall be seen in the eyes of any human...... Kill their young and females once and for all, break their horseshoe tendons, and plunder their livestock...... Extermination Order......

"What's wrong?" Fatumai asked curiously, seeing the psychic warlock's strange face.

"What did I just say?" asked Muhadi, shaking his head, coming back to his senses.

"You say you've slaughtered all these blind men. The elf girl shrugged. "It's a pity, if you put it in the past, maybe you can sell these people as slaves, even if you are blind, you can make a few bucks. ”

"Did I really say that?" Muhadi muttered to himself, shrugging his shoulders, as the slaughter before him was nearing its end, and every Blind Eye believer was knocked down and their heads harvested. The soldiers also found child believers in hiding in several rooms of the temple and dragged them out to be executed.

"Your Excellency. "The bald soldier came to report back. "We've ......"

A voice sounded in my head, how dare you slaughter my people in my land?

You will pay the price, and you will both pay the price.

And you, Psychic Warlock, will curse the day you were born in eternal torment.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and everyone present was staggered, and it was difficult to stand. Several soldiers looked back at the location where the loud noise had come from, and their faces were shocked.

Hanging above the heads of the crowd was a large ball of flesh about eighteen feet in diameter. It is roughly a smooth, shiny grayish-brown in color, and on closer inspection it appears to be covered by a layer of uneven metallic hard scales. In the middle of this steel-like carapace was a bloodshot dusk eye, scarlet blood spreading radially from the center to all sides, and the large pupils of the basin were unabashedly contemptuous and xenophobic.

In addition to this giant eye in the center, this large floating meat ball also stretches out many meat stalks like a peacock opening the screen, and each meat stalk has a smaller eyeball at the end. Although it is a little smaller, each eyeball is larger than an adult man's fist. Equally congested and hostile.

The Eye Demon, Muhadi thought, is the true body of the Blind Eye?

The eyeballs of these monsters, known as Eye Demons, are hard and strong, as strong as stone balls of the same size. Inside these eyeballs are more than one lens, but a dozen groups of lenses of different sizes and curvatures, all of which rotate and move independently as the iris changes. In this way, this terrifying monster can adjust the lens and iris to aim its eyeball rays at its target. The multiple lenses also greatly enhance their vision, and they don't miss mosquito-sized objects hundreds of feet away, even in the darkest of nights.

At the same time, the inside of the eye is densely packed with intricate and nearly invisible bundles of transparent nerves called evu1aries. Each visual tract leads directly to the three layers of retina inside the eyeball, locating an iris sheath and a lens. Visual energy guides not only assist in the movement of tissues, but also transmit light and magical energy from the retina to the lens and vice versa. Natural energy comes from the polymanol deep in the brain of the eye demon, and is concentrated into the secondary eye through the visual energy to produce a ray effect. Arguably, a one-eyed demon is like a multi-turret raying platform.

Muhadi saw that beneath the ugly central eye was a bloody mouth covered with fangs. A large, forked tongue sticks out of the giant mouth and moves like a snake, and disgusting, foul-smelling mucus drips from the tongue.

The Psychic Warlock knew he was in trouble, the Eye Demon was a terrifying magical monster that had survived the ancient times and had been wiped out in the Battle of Purification. The main eye in the middle of them will release an anti-magic field, and the small eyeballs at the end of the stalk will release debilitating, cracking, negative energy, and other lethal rays. They are the most effective killers when it comes to mages. Presumably they were just as effective at killing the mindless psychmancers, Muhadi thought.

To add insult to injury, Muhathir noticed that not only was the eye demon large, but that its tongue did not seem to have been spit out of its own hands, but rather to be squeezed out by some kind of lump.

Psychic warlocks had heard that the visceral structure of the monster was far beyond imagination, with brightly colored ducts, sacs, and glands tangled together to form the brains of the Eye Demon's digestive system. This also seems to be their only organ.

The ancient druids used to wonder how the Eye Demon reproduces without a reproductive system, and it was only later that they discovered the secret, witnessing the birth process of the Eye Demon that the witnesses wanted to gouge out their own eyes.

It turns out that when the eye demon is about to reproduce, a large lump will grow under the tongue, which is its **. Normally, Beholders can give birth to six to twelve offspring at a time, and they can become particularly violent and aggressive during pregnancy, making them much more difficult to deal with than usual.

And as soon as the Eye Demon becomes pregnant, he will become overeating in order to accumulate nutrients in his body. Otherwise, the lump under the tongue will grow so big that the tongue of the eye demon will be completely pushed out of the mouth, and he will not be able to eat at all, and he will starve himself to death without nutrition.

In the end, the Eye Demon will take off his jaw, regurgitate the ** from the mouth and bite it off, and the falling ** will float in the air on its own. The newborn Eye Demon cub had to chew a way out of it.

In order to save for nutrition, the Blind Eye has eaten up a large number of poor people and ungodly believers who have been deceived into going underground but refuse to convert. At this point it has entered the last stage of pregnancy, which is the most ferocious and the most dangerous.

Damn, Muhati thought, he actually ran into a giant eye-demon in the most ferocious state when the oil ran out of light, shouldn't this be considered bad luck?But if he came a little later, maybe he would have to deal with not one, but a dozen eye-demons.

"You don't have a genius idea in your head to destroy this monster, do you?" Fatumah asked Muhadi, holding his knife in both hands.

"Nope. The Psychic Warlock said simply. He began to regret that he had left in such a hurry that he had forgotten to take the silver sword with him during his vigil.

"Then think about it, stupid!" cried the elf girl.

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