The young evil man in the mask of a goat's skull uses the key he desires to open the fountain of youth of the flower-crowned maiden, and although the sleeping goddess in the depths of darkness has descended on part of the divine essence as promised, the thin source cannot awaken him from his long-ago nightmare.

The serpentine presenter flung his glittering bald head back and forth restlessly, suffering a blow of frustration as thick as substance for his yet another failure, like a tonnage of rock weighing down on him, his once proud spine almost bent, as despicable as he had already shirked his responsibilities, choosing to take his anger on the intruder who had been unqualified and almost interrupted the ceremony.

'There must be a damn rebellion among the seven invitees who have bathed in His glory and enjoyed the reward of grace in the ritual of the Resuscency, otherwise the Earl's sons would not have been found in such a secret place, and their sense of smell would have been too good. It must be so, otherwise there is no other explanation. ’

Mordissi, the secret sage whose status is second only to the Black Scepter Dismaster, swept the battlefield at a glance and instantly found that a familiar and unfamiliar figure was missing, and then he saw the wreckage of the theater clown divided into two parts not far from the feet of the white knight who was passively beaten at the foot of the suppressed steel soul.

Sure enough, it was him, how could Mr. Sark, who had a fraudulent doppelganger, die so easily, since he was first invited to participate in the ceremony, he had always put his own safety first, otherwise he would not have given up the opportunity to sleep with the goddess so easily. It was by grasping his Achilles' heel that I was able to make this villain with bottomless potential pause a little. ’

The host's eyes narrowed into a slit, which was completely different from Aldrich's real vision, and the starry sky of the secret sage was specialized in seeing through all kinds of disguises, and there was also the effect of breaking them.

When the scavenger's President Triss swung his heavy sword and completely shattered the humanoid armor that could no longer thicken, the remains of the two theater clowns lying not far from his feet suddenly exploded into countless colorful fragments of light and shadow, like a bouquet of magicians' usual pre-opening salutes, completely extinguished before they hit the ground.

Mr. Sack's true body appeared behind his partner Iron Soul Bamilo, squatting on the ground with his chin in his hands, and he was originally grinning and smirking at the show, and after the host's ruthless exposé, the corners of his mouth drooped like bile-like bitterness.

"Death!" Aldrich held the sword in both hands and pressed the tip of the sword slightly downward, and suddenly launched a thunderstorm and slashed hard, and the humanoid armor that had been transformed many times in a row was like a pile of paper, and was instantly torn into countless pieces by this violent storm, and they were blown all over the ground.

Even the armor blessed by divine power has its limits, and the limit of the number of times metal fatigue and recombination has allowed the Iron Soul to reveal its true face for the first time, a dark shadow like mist, and dark green eyes filled with the poisonous juice of hatred.

Aldrich stopped his sword, the blade of mortal steel could not harm the inhabitants of the narrow realm between life and death, and the evil Bamiro grinned at the bottomless throat, and the terrible scream seemed to be sincerely pleased with the incompetence of the White Knight.

Is that really the case? Completely helpless!

President Triss of the Scavengers, once again burning the fountain of faith in virtue, now mastered with the art of it, only to make the streamer of the golden flame bloom on the blade.

"Shhh...... Roar!" Even the evil dust that blocked the gate was torn apart and scattered, no matter how powerful the Iron Soul was, its essence was still a mass of negative energy, and the wound in the middle of its chest almost cut it in half, and the rapidly fading essence made the hourglass of life that had stopped flowing turn again.

Bamilo turned around and fled, the left and right conflicts did not dare to leave the same way, but could only fade into the original form, revert to the original smoke and dust, subconsciously sneak into the base of the altar, through the subtle gaps that the eyes can't see, and jump into the underground dark river and go downstream.

"It's nerve-wracking! Looks like I'm no match for you. The theater clown stood up calmly and comfortably, with the back of his left hand pressed against his waist, and his right hand easily removed the mischief mask.

"It's pitiful that a completely rational knight of anguish cannot comprehend the greatness of art. Immunity illusions and psychic lashes, the performance mask that peeled off my face, were completely useless. ”

The heart-shaped mask, half smiling and half crying, quietly loses its heavy weight in the hands of the theater clown and becomes a soft and thin hand towel.

"You're so hateful. Both hands clapped heavily, colorful rainbow balls appeared out of thin air, and with a slight support of his left hand, he hung off the ground, and Mr. Shack jumped up, and his right hand slapped hard, and Aldrich slowly regained his breath in the middle.

Flame Flowers, Frost Claws, Ball Lightning, Petrified Curses, Acid Splashes, Poison Cysts, Force Field Missiles, and a baptism of tricks almost overwhelmed the Tris Knight.

"Hmph!" Aldrich reached out and gently wiped the light blue frost marks from the armor, clenched his fists and shattered the petrified leather gloves, revealing the smooth back of his hand, of course, he was not undamaged, the surface of the pitted and corroded countless small pits of the shoulder shield were like a beehive of awe of dense phobias, and then the sharp anchor force field shoveled out a terrifying ravine.

"I admire the high resistance to spells, and sure enough, magic tricks don't work for you. The handkerchief turned into a short cane, the eyes of deception shone brightly, and the mood of the theater clown was not affected in any way, and a firecracker bomb was easily placed around him.

Aldrich took off the triangular arm shield on his left shoulder and threw it tentatively forward, triggering the arrangement of the Eye of Deception, but only three clown bombs exploded, and bunches of dandelion-like flowers bloomed, shattering the knight's shield to pieces.

"It's a bit of a high opinion of you! When you fight an opponent like me, and play childlike tricks, you don't really confuse reality with stage performance, and turn it into unrecognizable chaos and believe it!"

The Knight of Tris, who opened his true vision, crossed the ring trap belt in two or three steps, hit the theater clown who was caught off guard with a fist in his left hand, penetrated into his heart, and slashed his neck with a heavy sword in his right hand, and for some reason there was a force field blocking it, turning into a sword body and slapping the theater clown away.

"I ...... I'm hurt. "With a severe wound to the heart, the left side of his face swollen like leavened dough, the evil Mr. Sax laughed, coughed and coughed blood-ptysis and rushed backwards towards the altar, the unexhausted 'blood wine' was able to heal all injuries.

"Don't disturb the Divine Descent Ceremony!" the host's mist-gauged black robe burst out of four arm-thick muscular whips, easily grabbing the theater clown who had left his post and throwing him at Aldrich Tris.

"I ...... There's no more cheating clone, I ...... I'm going to die. Mr. Clown, a country circus clown who is very popular with children, finally showed his ruthless face in the face of a desperate situation, pointed his cane at himself lightly, and his whole body was immediately covered with dozens of fireworks bombs, like a soldier full of honors and medals returning to his former hometown, ready to meet the end moment with open hands.

"Embracing death also requires a piggyback on his back, but luckily he chose the strongest of the intruders, the White Knight. Damn, the man who took out the Iron Soul Bamilo with a heavy sword, it's terrible. ”

Aldrich, facing the dangerous man who flew in with the conviction of death, threw his heavy sword with all his might, and the rounded blade sliced the theater clown in half, and the blood passed through him, slamming diagonally into the ground, and the firework that had been arranged before it exploded brilliantly.

The rising magic flowers, the colourful light and shadow, like the best backdrop for the heroes on stage, introduce Aldrich Triss to the celebrant of the ceremony.

"The theater clown is really finished, this can't be. He is the son of ritual who is closest to success, able to listen to the prophecy of the goddess, he should not fall here and now, is his fate derailed again?"

No one answered his doubts, and as he picked up his blunt-tipped sword, Aldrich passed the host, in a daze, and swooped down towards the sacrifice on the altar, the glow of the noble maiden fading as it became clear that the ritual was nearing its end.

"Loyal guards, commanded in the name of Modisir, to stop him. ”

The host came back to his senses and did not dare to leave his place without permission, but he reactivated the puppet guarding the altar and injected the long-lost vitality with secret words.

Silver-gray mercury serpents quickly climbed the bat-wing stone sculptures at both ends of the altar, like a network of blood vessels giving life to the lifeless statues, and the cracked weathered bodies healed quickly, as if the clock belonging to them was reversed by an invisible hand, becoming exactly the same as when it was first born.

"Get out of the way!" Aldrich took a deep breath, a pale golden pattern appearing on his face, and then he opened his mouth and let out a thunderous lion roar.

"Roar...... Roar!"

The furious sound flipped the two vampire-like stone sculptures over their heads, and most of the mercury that flowed on their bodies evaporated, and they became sluggish and weak, and finally knelt in front of Tris, and after a long life, they were completely lifeless rocks.

The cultist, who was still receiving the divine grace, sighed helplessly in the face of the blow of breaking the key, and had to forcibly interrupt the ceremony, and jumped up and left the altar, but unfortunately the last step was not completed, he felt that he did not gain new abilities, but the essence of life became thicker, that is, the life span became longer, and the physique was slightly strengthened.

"Damn the White Knight, why are you messing with my ritual? ”

The young man wearing the mask of a goat's skull came to the vicinity of the remains of the minotaur and the four-armed Naga, clasped his hands together, and then rubbed out a gray mist in the shape of cotton wool, spiritually filled the remains with dried blood, and brought them closer together to form a new monster, which was the best way for the undead to praise Mendes, who was the best at creating corpses.

With horns burning pale with phosphorus, a near-intact minotaur as the backbone, a four-armed Naga's snake tail, two scaly arms with twin blades, and a bronze heavy axe with large wheels, the newborn undead creature Stitch Monster surprises the Mystic Sage Modis.

Aldrich stripped off his obstructive armor, removed the cloak hidden inside, and placed it over the noble girl who had lost her flower crown, turning her head to face the enraged necromancer and his beloved undead servant.

The Iron Soul who escaped with serious injuries, and the theater clown whose death was meaningless, cut the confidence of the rest of the evil cultists, the Gorgon, the Dragon Warlock, the Flame Boy, and the puppeteer all had the intention of retreating, but the people who fought with them were all elites, even if Deville and Todd of the Scavengers Guild had the tacit cooperation of Gorgo, they could faintly contain the Medusa of the Gorgon.