A month ago.

After Muhati and Shatili, the third person to enter the core of the fortress was the Starch Spencer Pai Druid, the opposite clone of the Primordial Warlocks, Camilla.

Defeating jealousy was her first chance to get in touch with the secrets of the divine being. Although she knew that time was precious, she stopped to study some of the tragic beings trapped in the Atonement Mecha.

In time, Camila believes that when she studies and understands all the secrets of this divine being, it will be the time when her strength will increase by leaps and bounds.

An immortal body, the agility and strength of a distant creature, and the tenacious vitality to survive even if it is severely damaged. These traits are too valuable for a Starch Spencer druid.

By the time she had collected the samples she needed for her research and returned to the core of the fortress, Muhadi had already left, and Sadiri had completed her transformation.

"Wherever you flee, your cage will be with you!" "In mid-air, the roar of the dragon king Polis resounded in the sky.

Camila didn't quite understand, she groaned slightly, and decided to observe before deciding whether to intervene in the fight.

Powerful spells tore through the ground, and magma and flames summoned from the blazing core of Atas burst through the cracks in the ground, shattering the foundations of the fortress. All kinds of dazzling, ruining spells come and go, burning the sky and whipping the earth.

The qiē was born so quickly that Camila could barely capture the slightest detail of the battle. Not to mention figuring out how the warring parties broke the defense, how to take the lead, and how to fight-for-tat.

Although he didn't know how to use magic, the Great Druid knew that the battle he saw, although it was already fierce like the world, was not enough to show one percent of this legendary battle. Most spells didn't take effect, they were counteracted by the tip of the needle against Maimang, and they became invisible. Ice vs. fire, light vs. darkness, positive energy vs. negative energy, a fierce concerto played over the deserted Salt Sea.

One of the pillars supporting the fortress seemed to be overwhelmed and collapsed. A strong sense of immediacy flooded into Camilla's mind, and she seemed to see the same scene three times, maybe four, or thousands of times. The Great Druid realized that this was a side effect of a large number of alternating time-based spells. Each side in the battle is using time stops and time backwinds to turn the tide against them, or to get a head start on the battle. I don't know how many times the "battle situation" has been tampered with, and the next second, it may be rewritten again, as if it had never been saved.

The demon dragon with a huge body and a loud voice is undoubtedly the most powerful of the Ebpolis, the dragon king of Atas, and the witch king. He was also the dwarven slayer, the collector of the blood taxes of the city-states, the deadliest and greatest tyrant, the protector of slavery, and the greatest slave owner.

And the one who fought alongside him turned out to be Sadiri of Tyr. Didn't the Coral Witch always call herself a revolutionary? Didn't she claim to be the slaves of the world? She could have proclaimed herself the Witch King after killing Karak, but she chose to be the enemy of all the Witch Kings. She led the Battle of Tyre, defeating the Witch-King coalition. She had also tried to impeach King Tessian on charges of colluding with Polis. Why did she turn into a team with the Witch King?

Moreover, Camilla was shocked to see that the strength of the Coral Witch could not even be described by leaps and bounds, it was simply soaring. Not long ago in Ram, she couldn't stand head-on with Abellachili's Storm of Shaping spells. Why does she seem to be on par with the Dragon King's appearance now, and even faintly surpassing?

Faced with the chaotic and incomprehensible situation, the frightened Camilla continued to endure and did not rashly join either side of the battle.

After a while, the elven slayer Andris Penis and the human-faced lion destroyer Tektu Coti Teré also joined the battle through the guò portal. Andrea Penis, a witch-king known for his demeanor, observed Camilla bowing slightly to a figure in mid-air before making his move, like a samurai rushing to a duel. The Human-Faced Lion Annihilator, on the other hand, is much more vulgar, and he uses the technique of Spell Silence without chanting incantations. But his mouth was not idle, scolding his enemies while spurring his teammates.

"Old thing, why have you become white-faced, tell me, have you taken a fancy to this body?" shouted Tektuketitlai. "Are you going to fight?Andr Penis?Who told you that spell traps can be combined with spell heavy strikes like this?"

"Ahhh "The old thief eats me this trick!"

Looking up from the cracked zenith of the fortress, at this moment, the stars fell like rain.

The vague figure that was fighting with the three Witch Kings and the Coral Witch at the same time was emitting an incomparably turbulent soul fluctuation, as if calling to Camilla, urging her to fight for him and die for him. The heart of the great druid was pounding like a girl. What's wrong with me? She couldn't figure out why it felt so familiar and so distant.

While the other four were completely absorbed by the battle, the elven slayer Anandro Penis seemed to notice the Great Druid hiding in the fortress. In the blink of an eye, Camilla appeared in front of her a tall, elegant figure, draped in a well-fitting robe and with a neat mustache.

"Why don't you fight alongside me, beautiful girl?" said the Andian Penis doppelganger grinning to Camila. "You're a Starch Spencer Druid, aren't you? Are you going to watch humans being attacked by humanoids?"

What kind of human? Camila was puzzled. Who's humanoid?Satili is human, witch kings...... It can also be regarded as a human being, but who is he referring to?

"Who's humanoid?" the Great Druid blurted out.

"Enemies. Andre Penis said. "It's ......"

"Primordial Warlock, you're finished!" the roar of Tektuktitlai rang out in midair. The roar was accompanied by a storm of arcane missiles as dense as a sandstorm, each of which left a scar on the ground as large as half a town.

All the words seemed unimportant for a moment, for Camilla heard the words. As soon as it dawned on him, it was the primordial warlock who was fighting above, and it was the soul of Rajat who was fighting!

It's the other half who should be together fighting. Rajat's clone of the opposite sex thought so. Camila could feel an unquenchable longing to be united with that soul deep within her body.

Anthony Penis's doppelganger seemed to notice the change in the female druid's expression, he frowned, and just wanted to say something, but suddenly it seemed to freeze. Then, the Witch King's avatar flashed and vanished.

Camilla looked up and saw the thrilling scene. Vague figures and half-human, half-dragon figures staggered, and then Tektuktitre buried his own head.

The primordial warlock seemed to be shrouded in a golden halo, so perfect, so powerful. Dragonlord Polis was beaten to the head, and the Coral Witch of Tyr was thrown into the vastness of space with a light blow from him. And this qiē was born before Camilla had time to complete the partial transformation and summon wings.

A silent soul roar suddenly sounded, as if thousands of banshees were singing some kind of sensational evil song in unison. A translucent human form appeared in front of the Primordial Warlock, who was the Thousand Souls, the leader of the Atki Psychic Warlocks.

"Come up and lead the dead!" Rajat shouted, attacking first.

Thousands of souls incarnate into thousands of people, covering the sky and the sun, like a black cloud, enveloping the salt sea. Its doppelgangers are constantly shot down and annihilated, but the crazy laughter in the soul never stops.

"Attack me, mage. Pain can't hurt us, it only increases our strength, and we feed on it!" Thousand Souls said half laughing, half roaring. His voice was neither male nor female, not much older, pain mixed with bliss, hatred seeping into appreciation. "How many spells do you have at your disposal in the center of this lifeless salt sea?"

"Just enough to kill you a thousand times. Unmoved, Rajat continued to attack, and the clone of the Thousand Souls in the air dwindled as quickly as a sponge meeting water.

Thousand Souls' research on the soul is more profound than that of the Dragon King Polis. At the beginning of the battle, he saw that the connection between the black soul stone and the body was Rajat's only weakness.

"Looks like we still need some help, so let's get some old friends on the scene, how about we?" Thousand Souls screamed and laughed wildly.

"Come on, Serupa, Vitalan Dragon, Mière!" the Thousand Souls shouted, and then spat out a translucent ghost, half-human, half-dragon, barely recognising that she had a little feminine features.

"It's not enough, come again!" Thousand Souls dodged the Primordial Warlock's attack and spat out a transparent ghost that was half human, half dragon. "Come on, Wayan of Podak, Pico Spirit Destroyer!"

A powerful spell hit the body of a thousand souls, slicing off half of its body and most of its tentacles. It let out an indescribable scream, and even Camilla, who was hiding in the distance, could feel the infinite pain contained in this soul scream. But at the same time, there was something else in the voice, a supreme bliss beyond the reach of all things.

"There are two of them, how can there be no third!" said the remaining half of the body of the thousand souls in a tone mixed with severe pain and ecstasy, and spat out the soul of a third half-human, half-dragon. "Come on, Karak, Ogre's Doom!"

The third translucent, half-human, half-dragon ghost was spat out, none other than Tyr's former Witch King, Karak.

"Ahh "Also, don't worry!"

"Come on, Hamanu, troll barbecuer!" the transparent ghost of a fourth, half-human, half-dragon was spat out by a thousand souls. "Aha

"How does it feel to be reunited with the old apprentices?ahahahahaha It was the laughter of the old man, the laughter of the youth, the laughter of the madman, the laughter of the maiden. It is also the wailing of mothers, the wails of children, the wails of elves, the wails of dwarves. That's a qiē, and that's not like a qiē. "Attack the Black Soul Stone, our servant!"

"You've probably already guessed how we got these three ghosts, right?" Thousand Souls attacked along with the four dead Witch King souls. "Think about it, and search for the memories of this poor young man you manipulated. ”

"Remember, don't you?" said no to the undead Seruba, and began to counter the Primordial Warlock's spell. The undead Wei An rushed forward, using the negative energy field to weaken Rajat's life force. The undead Karak roared silently, unleashing a deadly howl that struck the soul. The undead Hamanu guards before the Thousand Souls, ready to attack Rajat's flaws. "Remember the rumors that you-Muhati had just heard in Tyre that Karak's bones were missing!

"The desert of Atas is fickle, and Hamanu, the witch king of Ulric, slew Seruba of the city-state of Yalamok for power, and her body ends up in our hands!"

"Wy'an of Podak died to protect you during the Polis rebellion, and his body was dug up in the desert for five hundred years! Then he summoned a flame that could ignite the soul, and set the tentacles of the thousand souls on fire.

"Hahaha, we're so cool. "The thousand souls' heads have been blown up, but they still don't care. "Hamanu was killed by the hands of the two witch kings, Malik and Nibennai, and why do you think they are so stupid that they don't know how to collect their bodies?

"As a dead man, you talk too much!" Rajat snorted, his hands clenched into fists. The unprecedentedly powerful soul attack magic centered on him, radiating in all directions, with nowhere to hide and no way to resist.

The ghosts of the four witch kings were struck by the shockwave, and they were instantly torn into tatters, like four translucent broken sheets. Camilla, who was hiding in the distance, was originally suppressed by the powerful coercion and could not come forward, so she could only desperately wave her wings and flee into the distance.

"Dead?!We are a thousand dead people!" The thousand souls were beaten to only one point of light, and they couldn't even maintain their bodies, but they were still as crazy as ever, and they didn't know what fear was. "We are a collection of countless ** sinners!We have been condemned by death to lose the opportunity to become the conspirators, and we have been locked up in his soul furnace to suffer endless torture!"

"We are serial killers!We are thieves! We are mad demons! We are traitors who kill the lord!" Although the point of light is gone, the intensity of the attack has increased exponentially. "Terror and abuse, ** and evil, treachery and treachery, hiding filth and dirt!

"We're still more!" Rajat's magical storm came out of the terrifying sound of the rain coming from the mountains, and the voice of a thousand souls came from the gap between the sounds. "We are innocent children, imprisoned by death, and countless years of torture fill me with resentment! We are messengers of justice, but we are punished by unjust laws, and we are forever spurned! Ahh

The ghosts of the Four Witch Kings have become much darker, but their dead hearts have no fear, and continue to haunt Rajat. The latter seemed to want to fight, and once again there was a soul attack wave of unprecedented scale, with no dead ends, and it was impossible to resist.

"Your soul attack has struck our minions and weakened your own connection!hahahahaha!" "You're getting weaker!

"Strength and weakness are a relative concept, a thousand dead people!" said the primordial warlock disdainfully, the souls of the four witch kings had been fixed by him, and the attacks of the thousand souls had also been completely resolved by him. "What qualifications do ants have to evaluate my strength?"

"That's it!" shouted Thousand Souls.

The Psychic Warlock, the ruler of Atki, who claims to end the mage's dominance, delivered his final blow.

A nameless fluctuation actually broke through the primordial warlock's heavy defensive magic, and heavily, directly hit his soul connection.

"When you choose to possess this young man, you will already be defeated!" Thousand Souls laughed, mad. "Do you think we have no chance of winning and will come here?"

"Do you really think that we will have no countermeasures against our flag?" said Thousand Souls in a frantic tone. "At Atki, we planted a deep hint in Muhadi's soul, buried so deeply. Originally, we thought that if Muhadi dared to betray a thousand souls, we would destroy him. I didn't expect fate to favor us so much, and we were able to defeat the Primordial Warlock in one fell swoop with this hint!"

"This attack is coming from within you, so your magic can't resist it. After fighting for so long, your soul connection has long been broken, and we are going to drive you back to the Black Soul Stone and devour you!"

"Come on, perfect victory!" The madness of a thousand souls reached its limit, and the light shone so intensely that even the sun in the sky seemed to turn into a dim briquette. The all-pervasive light illuminates every corner of the Salt Sea, manifesting the victory of the psykers.

Or rather, at least for a moment, it seems like that.

"You're thinking too much!" Rajat snorted. The connection between Muhadi's body and the black soul stone seemed to be about to be severed by the strong light, but at this time, it suddenly became tough again, as if it had returned to the light.

"Even if I can wield less than half my strength, I can destroy you with one hand!" Rajat said. His words fell, and a magic spell came out of his palm, concentrating the light of a thousand souls. The latter screamed and laughed at the soul level.

"If you don't have hands, I'll kill you with a word!" said the primordial sorcerer. Another magic fell from the sky, striking right on the point of light of the thousand souls. The pervasive glare is gone. For the first time, the laughter and cries became a little weak.

"If you don't have a mouth, I will kill you with a single look!" Muhadi's body glared angrily at the point of light in front of him, manipulated by the warlock's will. The latter quickly dimmed, becoming like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"A thousand dead people, prisoners of the Grim Reaper?" the primordial warlock laughed, and it was the first time since the battle broke out that he had laughed so wildly. "I slaughtered the Grim Reaper who imprisoned you with my own hands, just like this!"

Muhadi's body reached out and grasped the point of light of the thousand souls, extinguishing it like a candle. "And you, the prisoner of my defeated generals, think you can outperform the Primordial Warlock?!"

The incomparably intense bright light, the screaming at the soul level, and the overwhelming magic all disappeared at this time. This legendary battle has finally come to an end.

As if Fang Cai's return to light had consumed all his energy, the connection between Muhadi's body and the black soul stone was finally broken. His grip on the soul stone finally let go, and he fell to the ground.

The ground is a thousand feet underneath.

Under 500 feet.

Under a hundred feet.

Fifty feet.

Thirty feet.

"Catch you, my lord," Camila sprinted her white wings sprang over, finally hugging the Psychic before he fell to the ground. The Great Druid hugged Muhadi's body so tightly as if he was afraid that he would lose him if he let go.

With a look of incomparable reverence, incomparable love, and incomparable joy. Kamila looked down at Muhadi's face, her long ponytail brushing the face of the person who followed. "You won't die, you'll never die, because I'll save you. ”

"Let's go, get out of here. Go to a safe place. With that, Camilla, the gifted girl of the Druids sent by the Starch Spencer, spread her swan-like white wings and flew off into the distance.

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