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[Help, ahh——!!h 】

"Speak slowly. Step by step, report to me about your current situation. Lu Mengyao's short black silky hair fell from the scattered cloak and hung down over her shoulders. The magician had a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her nose, and she stood in the middle of the shield, flipping through the large metal book in her hand, while Sadako Yamamura leaned against her back, gritting her teeth and holding on to the shield.

[Uh, in general, I landed with a division of orcs on a ...... The tomb of the undead in space. For amazing reasons, I'm running around the labyrinth beneath the city with these greenskins...... There's a guy on the ground who can summon thunder and lightning. And then...... The labyrinth here seems to be constantly changing directions, and we seem to be about to be overwhelmed by the various combat machines guarding the tomb......]

"That's right......" The magician flipped to a page of the large book, her slender fingers pulling a stream of arcane energy from the page, and as the spell and handprint intertwined, the energy condensed into a rune that floated in front of her.

The two of them were now in a dark bunker, surrounded by large, white candles lit with flames of an eerie dark blue. The candle flame seems to have a life of its own, burning and singing incomprehensible and strange poems. And right in front of them, there was a stone altar. The base of the altar was carved with blasphemous runes, the pedestal still had traces of old blood, and a series of old instruments were placed around the altar, and a large number of pipes protruded from the instruments towards the dark dome. These devices appear to be some kind of cryonics-using preservation containers, with cylindrical jars neatly arranged inside.

It's in the outer circle of Sadako Yamamura's psionic shield. Hundreds of pink demons were surrounding the two, screaming sharply. These low-level demons beneath the seat of the evil god Tzeentchi are like pillars of flesh with countless tentacles. Many faces appear and disappear on the surface of their bodies, though pink. But it has a colorful and shimmering color.

If you stare at their bodies for a long time, you can vaguely feel that the changing colors on their bodies seem to show some kind of flickering pattern, but when you try to grasp this rhythm, it can always slip through your fingers.

This is the pink dreadnosaur, the scum of the Lord of All Changes, a low-level demon formed by the energy polluted by its overflowing divine power. They were less of life than of a condensed consciousness of chaotic energy, and these bouncing creatures made a cacophony of noises trying to rob the souls of the two men in the shield.

"There must be a core." Lu Mengyao's eyes lowered. She made a complex gesture, and the scene around her turned gray for a moment. And these fears turned into balls of light that danced, and from time to time they erupted into a flame and spewed towards Sadako Yamamura's shield. And several pipe foxes are wandering around the two of them, guarding their hearts.

[I'm also looking for the core of this dimensional labyrinth!] Wait a minute! My folded space seems to be starting to react to it...... Wait a minute...... Wait a minute...... I see it! The spatial matrices are starting to interfere with each other! 】

You can't rely on Sadako Yamamura's spiritual energy to devour the power of these demons. Magicians judged that the amount of chaotic power that had been polluted in this world was likely to become a bridge for the evil god to approach Sadako Yamamura's mind, and the demons in the subspace were approaching her mind at any time, like such an outstanding psionic, the projection of her mind in the subspace was like a huge fireball, and it could even attract the attention of high-level demons.

And Tzeentch. The master of sophistry, the great fickle. The most intelligent and cunning of the Four Pillars of Evil God, some even believe that it holds the fate of the entire universe in its hands, and everything is in its plans......

Magicians are not arrogant people who don't know the sky. Although she has never been inconspicuous, as a Dharma Plane Traveler who has begun to come into contact with legendary magic, she has the confidence that she can travel through any world. But assertiveness and recklessness are two different things. Lu Mengyao listened attentively to the live broadcast of the roaring and wailing on the mechanical warlock's side, and weaved her own magic.

Arguably. The art of arcane has developed to an extremely high level in the infinite universe. The spread of the magical art has made the craft a rigorous discipline, and the various supermagic spells have expanded to an almost infinite number of arcane arts. And the better mages began to compile their own magic. Influenced by the concept of adventurers on the side of force, there is a saying that only the magic system that you have woven yourself can make a mage a gold-level powerhouse.

Although Lu Mengyao was confident in her intellect (she had strengthened her calculations through several large-scale prayer rituals that had been secretly performed), she believed that although she had accumulated a huge amount of theoretical knowledge, she was quite lacking in the experience of using arcane laws.

In order to fill in her experience, she spent a lot of money on the market to buy several great magic scrolls of the great law adventurers, plus the mysterious metal book in her hand, the Void Pseudo Scroll, a low-level manuscript of one of the strongest gods and demons in the Philosopher's Kingdom, the Great Magic Book of the King of the Void, giving her the ability to design some spells on her own.

“…… Sound wave. ”

As she pronounced the magical word in the dragon language as the final introduction, a crushing, high-frequency vibrating air spread out in all directions. The function of this spell is simple, so the difficulty of casting it is not too high. As the devastating shockwave swept by, all the pink dreadnoughts hissed, and the twisted illusions rapidly shifted to blue.

The fight seemed to be raging on the Mechanicomancer's side, and a few twisted metal cracks and greenskinned orcs could be heard from time to time. The magician wasn't distracted for a moment, her eyes strengthened by the arcane method were watching the flow of energy in the air, the tendency of these fears to flow in the moment they were dissolved......

"Do it." Lu Mengyao made a clear judgment.

Sadako Yamamura closed her eyes slightly, and in the psionic vision, the pipe fox with a body hovering like a dragon suddenly shrank into a ball. Then the amount of force in the space begins to twist and coil......

The blue dreadnoughts were torn apart in this storm of power, and they dispersed into pure energy. Hovering disorderly in the bunker. The noisy howls can almost tear apart a person's eardrums, and these energies constantly change their form and color. It almost formed a twisted curtain that enveloped the two of them.

And on this curtain, the distorted and decayed face of the archbishop faintly appeared, one moment as if he was repenting and crying, and the next second it turned into the ecstasy of gaining strength and wisdom, the old man's face seemed to become young and beautiful again in an instant, the heroic face and wise eyes began to alienate into the face of a bird in the next moment, a deformed monster with bird claws and a bird head formed from the chaotic energy, it still held the power scepter. But the scepter has become a cursed artifact, with an ominous color.

The bird's head was like a mask or hood, or rather like its real face, the newborn demon stared at Yamamura's clear eyes with three pairs of merciless eyes, two powerful telekinesis striking and reverberating in space.

"Don't interfere with my spell casting!" A thin layer of light glowed on the Magician's black lambskin gloves, protecting the spell.

It's a fairly traditional arcane set, but it has a kaleidoscopic effect in the hands of different people. As Lu Mengyao formed the last handprint, a force field formed by arcane energy suddenly appeared, bringing the demon's ethereal figure together:

"Bigby's cloud palm. Heavy clouds and deep locks! ”

The blow left the mysterious demon locked in a force field—perhaps only for a split second. But it was enough to meet the conditions for the wizard to activate the trap planted in advance.

"Void Seal!"

The Birdhead Demon wailed and was wrapped in runes, and it tried to dismantle its body to escape, but the spell beyond its comprehension made it completely irresistible, and was sucked into a thumb-sized crystal marble in the mage's palm.

"That's it."

Sadako Yamamura took a deep breath. But the eyebrows kept frowning. Lu Mengyao knew what this was for, the surrounding environment polluted by the chaotic force was as difficult as being in Hell for a psionic person like Sadako. She can smell those polluted scents in the air, in her words. The smell of Tzeentch is like an aged aromatherapy and is unappetizing.

The magician walked over to the vessels beside the altars. Turned it on with a local dissociation effect. The smell of rotten tofu came to his nose, and Lu Mengyao couldn't help but cover his nose.

In a metal jar with wires attached. What is stored are severed heads. The heads seem to be alive, and the ducts are still keeping them alive.

"Psyker." Sadako Yamamura pinched her nose and walked over, she frowned at these dumb-faced heads, "These are wild psykers on this planet. ”

"What is this doing......" The magician ripped off the tissue and stuffed it into his nostrils, and moved out a jar despite the disgust, the celestial spirit cap on the top of the psionics' heads seemed to have been surgically removed, and several catheters were stuck in the gray matter of the brain, looking disgusting.

Sadako Yamamura pursed her lips and walked up, touched the metal can with her hand, closed her eyes for a while, suddenly turned blue, and covered her mouth with her hand.

“…… What's wrong? ”

"It's okay...... Just a little like throwing up. ”

Sadako Yamamura took a deep breath before relieving herself.

"This person is feeding the brains of psionics to feed the lower demons of the subspace. He also seemed to believe that the brain secretions of these wild psionics could be used to boost their own psionic powers, and then ......"

"Did you find any news about the Children of a Thousand Sores?" The magician asked. These half-dead psionic batteries mean nothing to her.

"Ugh. It seems that there was a person who instructed him in the ritual of performing these sacrifices. He respected this man and called him Mentor Herman. Sadako Yamamura pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers, and it was not easy for her to read the memories of the past on objects.

"Mentor Herman lives in the mountains far away. If it is said to be the son of a thousand sores, there is also a considerable possibility...... Hey? ”

Sadako Yamamura suddenly exclaimed.

"This Herman mentor...... He asked for a lot of imprisoned psionics from the bishop. On this planet, over the centuries, the Bishop has scavenged thousands of teenagers with outstanding psionic qualifications, some of which have become his batteries and nourishment, but most of them have been taken away by this Herman Mentor. ”

Lu Mengyao curled the corners of her lips slightly, such an incident is interesting. But it's a pity that at this moment, without Su Jing by his side, I'm afraid that only he can experience the same mood as himself, this kind of story of encountering mysterious events......

She knocked on the character card communication in the team, and Su Jing was still silent, as if she herself had fallen into a deep sleep.

[Whew...... It's an escape! Feed! Fool around, bring out your concussion cannon, I'm going to give this iron-headed dead man a good look! What?! Will it blow up?! If you want it, it will blow up! 】

Su Jing ...... Nothing can happen. Lu Mengyao pondered half-truthfully. (To be continued......)