In order to gain an advantage in the battle against the puppeteers, the Witch King Abela Chili has been secretly researching whether it is possible to create people who are immune to psionic energy, or so-called untouchables, since hundreds of years. Although the project was unsuccessful, it paid off and led to the creation of the most fearsome Assassin group in the desert.

Compared to the Witch King, the conditions of the Great Psychic Sorcerer Puppeteer are much harsher, and she does not have hundreds of years to prepare for battle. But in the short time after the resurrection, she also made a lot of preparations.

As a Grand Blasphemer mage, Abellachiri must drain her life force when casting spells. The Great Mind Warlock secretly calculated that with the level of desertification in Ram City, even if all the plants in this large area were drawn to wither and die, it would not be enough for the Witch King to wield fifty percent of his strength. Judging by his personality, it is unlikely that the Witch King will sacrifice his life force to cast spells.

Then there are not many choices left for the Lord of Ram, she can only choose to extract people's souls to squeeze out the life force and cast spells. Fortunately, as an important trade node and a distribution center for adventurers, the population of Ram City is not sparse. According to the statistics of the tax collectors in the city, the total number of intelligent creatures is estimated to be more than 300,000, which can support a magic war.

It is precisely this practice that has left her with a fatal hidden danger.

In battle, the Witch King is protected by a lot of magic and enchanted equipment, and he is always on high alert. Even a great psychic warlock of the level of a puppeteer is difficult to use a successful soul attack, and occasionally when hit, Abellachiri can also use spells to dispel the influence.

Since this is the case, the puppeteer decided to find another way to attack the witch king by attacking ordinary people.

For some time before the battle broke out, she secretly planted destructive seeds in the souls of ordinary people. But if the Witch King extracts their life force, then those destructive seeds will penetrate into the Witch King's soul little by little, and accumulate into a lot, and finally turn the tide of the war in one fell swoop.

In order to avoid being seen by attentive people, the puppeteer first attacked the servants and soldiers of the Psionic Academy in Ram City. These psychic sorcerers in Ram City were already known for their madness and incomprehension, and even if someone noticed that someone here was mentally abnormal, most of them would not be surprised.

As soon as the battle broke out, most of the psionics in the psionic academy ran out. Only a few particularly crazy people stayed in the city of Ram and were not afraid to die to watch the battle. Even if someone wanted to investigate what the Great Psychic Warlock used at the last minute to change the course of the battle, Bacheng couldn't find any clues.

The Witch King casts anti-gravitational wave spells and manipulating electromagnetic forces in a row, taking the lives of thousands of innocent people in order to do so. On the battlefield, she seems to have the upper hand over the Puppeteer, the Coral Witch, and the Druid Camilla sent by the Starch Spencer. But before she knew it, she also planted the seeds of failure for herself.

The Great Psychic Warlock concentrated on the hidden danger in the Witch King's body, and in an instant, Abellachiri felt an uncontrollable tremor from the depths of her soul, and for the first time, a sense of fear that she hadn't experienced in hundreds of years came to her heart.

The change in mood was just the beginning, and then, she felt that the magic that was originally like an extension of her body seemed to have lost control, and the huge magical power that was once like an arm and finger went crazy and no longer accepted the command of the will. This powerful force is out of the normal channels and looks around for an outlet for catharsis.

Thick beams of lightning burst out not only from her eyes and ends, but also from Abellachili's body, a painful expression on her face. The once invincible tool of destruction is now devouring the vitality of the Witch King from within. Bright blue light and blood flowed from the countless sudden wounds on her body and fell to the ground.

The magic being cast was unusually interrupted, scurrying around like a wild horse. Flames, acids, and positive and negative energies did not pour out on the Witch King's enemies, but on himself. The Lord of Ram felt his blood boiling, he could barely breathe, his vision was blurred, and the infinite darkness was devouring him.

Seeing this great enemy disintegrate in front of him, the signs of life were fading, and the Great Psychic Warlock was slightly relaxed. Unexpectedly, the witch king was still not to be humiliated at the last moment of his life.

The Lord of Ram roared in anger and violently deformed in the air. Scaly, hard carapace replaces creamy skin, long black horns protrude from the forehead, and a tail appears at the end of the spine. Her neck was elongated and her limbs became more elongated. Her eyes turned into reptilian pupils. A pair of huge eardrum wings, spread out behind the Witch King.

Just when the Great Psychic Warlock's long-planned attack was about to come to fruition, Abellachiri transformed into a dragon.

The dragon's long, slender, body was covered in black scales with red spots, and although she was seventy feet long, her movement and agility in the air belized the sheer size. Her long, narrow, reptilian eyes glowed bright blue, her fanged jaws protruded from her forked tongue, and a tiny emerald green fold stretched from behind her eyes to the back of her head like a human eyebrow.

While the destructive effects of psionic energy continued, chunks of the dragon's skin were festering, revealing the rotting muscles beneath them, and even the thumping heart could be seen. However, the Demon Dragon's strong vitality was far greater than that of a single humanoid, and it had long been able to kill the injuries of ten people, and now it only caused the Witch King to be seriously injured, and even had the strength to fight back.

After suffering the blow of magic going out of control and devouring himself, his soul was ravaged and devastated. The Witch King made a quick decision to deliver the final blow to the puppeteer in a way that would end up together.

Satili the Coral Witch suddenly raised her head and stared into the air. The dragon that Abellachiri had transformed into burst into a dazzling burst of light, and waves of unbelievably large magical power overflowed from her injured body. Even the surrounding space seemed to be unable to withstand such a powerful force, and spatial cracks appeared in the air, devouring the light and energy around them.

On the horizon, those colorful streamer-like lasers broke one after another, weakened, and finally disappeared. As if attracted by something invisible, it blew from all directions towards the position of the central witch king.

The Grand Druid Camila sensed the danger and flew back, but still a step too slow. The Lord of Ram had already burned all his remaining life force, turned into a pure energy, and rushed towards the puppeteer without hesitation.

At this time, the puppeteer's aggregate and all the clones were concentrated in this small airspace, and in the face of the Witch King's desperate blow, the Great Psychic Warlock instinctively wanted to teleport away, but she found that the space around her was locked, and the ability could not be used.

Time seemed to be slowed down countless times, and in an instant, it became as long as eternity. Dozens of different escape techniques appeared in the puppeteer's mind, some violent, some subtle, some decent, and some unbelievable.

But all of these methods, without exception, are costly. At every turn, the lives of thousands of innocent people have to be sacrificed, or a part of the soul is permanently lost. Even if he could escape the Witch King's dying blow, the puppeteer himself would be extremely weak.

That's it.

At the last moment, Wavli seems to have given up on resistance, determined to die with the Witch King. The Great Psychic Warlock's mind fluctuated so violently that all of Ram's still alive felt an indescribable mixture of feelings.

Pure energy streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of darkness. The Grand Druid Camilla was still not fast enough to dodge, and the ends of the swan's wings were tainted with a hint of ruined energy. The white feathers immediately died, and a black streak spread from the wings to the shoulders, which was shocking.

The puppeteer's aggregates and clones were all hit by this energy, and an unprecedented explosion was born in the sky above Ram. All the stone buildings within 500 feet of the projection point on the ground were vaporized, and one qiē within 1,500 feet was torn apart and blown away. Ram's remaining walls all collapsed, burying alive many of the unfortunate who could not escape.

Those civilians who dared to look at the hearts with their naked eyes have lost their sight forever. Their eyes were wiped away, with no wounds, no bleeding, only smooth skin left on the original part of the eye, as if there had never been an eye. Even in the desert a dozen Palesan miles away from Ram City, the caravans on the road could see a huge mushroom cloud rising from where the city was. The above-ground part of the once magnificent Ram Palace has completely disappeared, leaving behind a huge pit.

Much later, when travelers come to Ram, they will call this huge, perfectly shaped pit the Crying Pool. Because the ancient Great Psychic Warlock died here, her powerful soul was multiplied a thousand times at the moment of death. Even after thousands of years, people can still feel the relief of her annihilation of the enemy and the painful struggle of having to slash her true love.

The Coral Witch saw the Witch King and the Great Psychic Warlock die together, and confirmed that their aura was gone. But she didn't let up, and the remaining god-body mummies were still wreaking havoc in the city, and there were still many civilians waiting to be rescued.

In the secret room beneath the Ram palace, Muhadi waited for the moment he had been waiting for.

The chamber was about forty feet square, with floors and walls of unblemished obsidian, and a staircase connecting the chamber to the hall above. A dim light fell from the ceiling.

There were four empty cabinet-like objects on the walls of the chamber, presumably where the Mithril Golem was staying. In addition, the walls of the secret room are all bookcase-like furniture, but these "bookcases" are not ordinary books, but a stack of neatly folded magic scrolls and obsidian orbs that store souls.

In the middle of the chamber is a half-man-tall altar devoid of fancy ornamentation. On the altar was a box of unrecognizable material, emitting black gas, and slowly sinking to the ground.

The black qi re-gathered a few feet in front of the altar, becoming more and more concentrated, slightly condensed and formed.

The Psychic Warlock looked at the figure in front of him that was slowly forming from the black qi and muttered, "I guessed that you weren't so easy to kill." ”

In the last duel between the Witch King and the Puppeteer, Abellachiri was defeated once, but she was resurrected with the backup in the life box. So when the Psychic Warlock saw the battle between the Witch King and the Puppeteer in the air, he took this into account. If you don't suppress Abellachili's life box, even if you win, it will be temporary, and even if you are killed, it won't be long before the Witch King will be resurrected.

Therefore, Muhati sneaked into the palace when the battle was at a fever pitch, and by this time the Witch King's attention had been completely distracted, and he did not notice the movement of the Psychic Warlock. Muhadi did this in order to find the place where the witch king hid his life box. Fortunately, the puppeteer and the witch king killed many palace guards in a brief confrontation after they met, and the rest were almost gone, so he didn't encounter many obstacles.

The Witch King's wurm pet had no intention of attacking him at all, and those four Mithril Golems weren't a tricky enemy. Without much effort, Muhadi entered the secret chamber where the Lord of Ram hid his life box, and surprised himself.

But entering the secret room is not the same as being done. The Witch King's lifebox is also protected by a lot of protective magic, and the psychic warlock is not familiar with magic, so naturally he will not crack it. If you rush to get it, you may lose one of your lives.

But he didn't worry about it, although the lifebox was tightly guarded, the other things here didn't have such treatment. Muhadi concentrated on his abilities and began to destroy the large number of obsidian orbs stored here. Without these stones that store the souls of the dead, the Witch King has no life force to extract even if he wants to cast spells.

Although he didn't witness the death of Wafri and Younis in the air, the psychic warlock deduced it from the vibrations of the massive explosion. Sure enough, not long after the explosion passed. The Witch King was resurrected from beside the chest.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent had just been resurrected and was still extremely weak, Muhadi immediately attacked.

Abellachiri had only just escaped her death state at this time, and she hadn't even had time to re-remember the spell, so she didn't want to entangle with the psychic sorcerer. What's more, everything around her that can extract life force has either been destroyed or has been exhausted, and she just wants to fight, and it will take a lot of effort to clean up Muhadi.

Therefore, the Witch King immediately used his spell-like ability to activate the remaining magic circles in the palace and break through the ceiling of the secret room. Then, barely on her feet, she flew upwards through the piercing hole. As long as she avoided the enemy for a while and recuperated for a few more days, she would be able to regain her full strength.

On the ground, the Coral Witch senses that something is trying to emerge from the ground, and goes to check it out. In this way, the two outstanding legendary female mages met again.

"It's you!" both sides shouted at the same time, and the battle broke out immediately. Sadiri took out a scroll from her robe and cast a spell, and the Witch King was almost exhausted, and could only barely rely on his spell counter-ability to resist it.

This battle was much shorter than the previous ones, but no less intense. Compared with the previous battle, the offensive and defensive momentum was still cast, and Satili was full of firepower, and with scrolls and spell props, she made a ** spell storm. Abellachili tried her best to hold on, but she was still defeated, and her body was covered with wounds everywhere.

"Why do we continue to fight?" the Witch King asked the Coral Witch. "The puppeteer is dead, can't we shake hands and make peace?"

Seeing that the other party had not yet answered, Abellachili threw out more conditions. "I'm not the only witch king in the desert, kill me, and your enemies in Atas will still be as numerous as the stars. If you agree to a truce, then I can swear by my real name that I will be on your side in the conflict!"

"I refuse. Satili said, but did not slow down the offensive in the slightest.

"Give me a reason. The Witch King asked rhetorically. "Isn't the oath of your real name reassuring to you?"

"How many people were killed in the battle?" asked Sadiri.

"Not less than a hundred thousand," replied Abellachili. "But this is not a battle I provoked, puppeteer......"

"For me, that's why there are no less than a hundred thousand reasons why I should kill you. "Coral Witch said categorically, a legendary spell has taken shape, delivering the final blow.

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