I don't know how long it had been since the fall, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was thousands of years, but Prince Leorik woke up, he still maintained the position he had before the fall, but there was no basin or altar in front of him, and his hands seemed to have never been injured.

Leorik looked around, and all he could see was pitch black, like a dark underwater night, with only a faint cold light shining from nowhere—but all Aventus had dark vision, and His Royal Highness was no exception.

Prince Leoric's gaze pierced through the darkness and saw what seemed to be a thin mist flowing around him, and a flat sandy ground beneath his feet—as if the environment around the altar had been baptized after a long time, and Leorik suspected that if he had walked far away, he might still be able to see the withered trees.

Prince Leorik came to this strange and strange place, and subconsciously wanted to consult Faust, but he couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he remembered that he was alone now.

"Is His Royal Highness looking for me?" Even Faust's sticky voice sounded very kind in this eerie environment.

Prince Leorik heard a familiar voice and couldn't wait to ask where he was and what he was going to do...... But before he could ask, he was interrupted by Faust.

"Your Royal Highness, this is an emotional realm close to the spirit realm...... Well, it seems to have something to do with fear...... It seems that our luck is not too good. Faust's voice sounded unhurried at all, even a little laid-back.

"What good is it to say this, Lord Faust?" said the prince, who smiled bitterly, but the anxiety in his heart slowly dissipated, "let's talk about what we should do, I'm just confused—I knew to read the damn plan before I went on a mission." ”

The fog, which had been flowing gently, suddenly tumbled violently, as if something huge was about to emerge from the fog—but through the thin mist, Prince Leoric did not see any behemoths weaving back and forth in the mist, stirring the air currents.

The fog flickered and faded in the tumbling. After two or three minutes, in a process of changing from thick to light, the situation finally changed, and the thick fog seemed to recede as if the tide had receded, revealing Faust within.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Your Highness. ”

Faust bowed with exaggerated courtesy, "But don't worry, the concept of time and space in the physical world has no meaning to the spirit world, we can talk about the mission before we complete it—after all, you seem to have a limited understanding of the mission." ”

"Uh...... Then trouble Lord Faustus. ”

The prince looked embarrassed, which in Faust's eyes was naturally stupid, but he was a prince after all, and Faust chose to ignore his intellectual defects.

"As you know, the murderous Fishmen have invaded our territorial waters under the leadership of their evil gods, and we are losing ground and our allies on the coast are simply unreliable - they don't care if the people who trade with them are Aventu who look more like people or Koutao Fishmen who look more like fish. ”

Faust paused, ready for the prince to digest and digest, so as not to overburden his intellect.

Prince Leorik nodded, indicating that he understood, and that he was not yet idiotic enough to be unaware of the enormous pressure on his country. In fact, he even participated in a few low-intensity battles with the Fish-Men.

Faust saw that Leoric's understanding was not difficult, and he couldn't help but be in awe, it seemed that he had underestimated the intelligence of His Royal Highness the prince too much. He decided to move His Royal Highness up the ranking of intelligent creatures in his mind by one level - from a fur seal to a goblin with an intellectual disability.

"We are isolated," Faust concluded, "doomed to be destroyed by the fishmen." ”

His Royal Highness raised his eyebrows, and seemed to disagree with Faust's conclusion.

The quick-witted Faust, for the sake of the logical thinking he had cultivated with great difficulty, waved his hand to stop the prince from speaking, and threw the blame on the leadership of the kingdom, "This is the conclusion of the Privy Council, and His Majesty agrees with it. ”

The prince took advantage of Faust's breath to express his opinion, "Hell, my father and the elders are crazy, our warriors are one to ten, I personally participated in the Battle of the Rift Trench and the defense of the Pearl Islands, and the people of Aventnu sacrificed their lives and fought to the death against the fishmen who invaded our border......

"Your Royal Highness, we have lost both wars. ”

Faust kindly reminded and took advantage of this to regain the initiative in the conversation, "The defeat of these two wars is the direct reason for the success of our mission, and we can't afford to wait." ”

Faust looked a little unconvinced by the Prince, but he did not intend to dwell further on the subject, and continued: "We need a way to live, Your Highness. ”

Faust only gave a cursory introduction to the current state of affairs in the kingdom, and he did not intend to torture His Royal Highness's smooth brain with some data that could describe the crisis in more detail, he intended to go directly to the next topic.

"Your Royal Highness, you also know that our war with the Fishmen is only a matter of little importance in the world. For the inhabitants of the land, the detachment of their ancestral world from the curtain is obviously more attractive than the war in the sea. ”

Prince Leorik also knew a thing or two about this, and the priests in the temple talked about it, and of course the prince who lived in the temple for many years had also heard it, "Do you mean the so-called sad homeland, Lord Faustus, I heard that the earthly people came to our world from another world tens of thousands of years ago, don't you ......?"

Faust was surprised by the prince's sudden revelation, "Yes, that's where we are. ”

The prince was puzzled by this, "We have come to the abode of their ancestors...... They have nothing to do with it...... Dissent?"

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness Prince, tens of thousands of years have passed, and besides, this place has just come out of the dark and strange scenes, and they don't know much more about the old place than we do. "Our world is so rich, why should they rush to occupy a world that exists only in legends and is full of dangers?"

He went on to say, "We are refugees and pathfinders, otherwise why do you think our God is so sure that we can move nations? ”

His Royal Highness was still a little confused, but Prince Leorik was not the kind of person who broke the casserole and asked questions, and besides, he was tired of these "political".

In order to avoid topics that he was not interested in, His Royal Highness hurriedly grabbed the conversation: "So what should we do now? I mean, how can we help Aventnu...... Well, I mean, to contribute to the Holy Spirit?"

Faust also had no intention of teaching the Prince, he only wanted the Prince to know what he was capable of, "Our task is simple, the Holy Spirit has made a beacon beforehand, but our teleportation channel can only pass through people or objects equivalent to the most second-order professions - even the altar must be split into dozens of parts to pass. ”

The prince suddenly realized, "So the Holy Spirit has stored the beacon in an outer plane, and when we arrive, we can use the power of the altar to project ourselves onto the outer plane...... "The prince is basically equivalent to a mentally handicapped goblin in matters of internal and foreign affairs, but in these "extraordinary" things, he can understand it at all.

Faust didn't expect that he would be robbed of his white by the prince who was regarded as a mentally handicapped prince, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart, "Uh...... That is true. ”

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go find that beacon!" the prince was full of fighting spirit and enthusiasm to complete the Holy Spirit's mission.

Faust was relieved to see that the prince had entered another stupid mode, "The beacon is not difficult to find, and we are not looking for treasure, the Holy Spirit will put the beacon in a conspicuous place - conspicuous to you, Your Highness the Prince." The beacon was originally placed at the edge of the spirit realm so that I could guide you there, after all, the spirit world is the safest of the worlds that psychic warlocks are more familiar with. ”

After speaking, he paused, "Remember, Your Highness the Prince, I said before that our luck was not very good. There will be random emotional areas around the spirit world that have strong emotional tendencies—like this one we are trapped in. ”

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Bandar kicked half of the tree root on the ground, and instead of kicking it, he coughed in the dust. "Damn it!" he cursed in a low voice.

Bandar had modest qualifications, neither being smart enough to be a mage, nor being chosen by the temple to become a priest or paladin. So the family could only trust him to be a royal guard, at first he could only patrol outside the palace walls, and after several years of drilling, last month, he was finally selected into the personal guard of His Royal Highness the Prince.

The prince's personal guard was a beautiful man, and they didn't have to go to the battlefield or patrol day and night, and they just stayed like that most of the time.

But this beautiful life was shattered in an instant—he had to follow His Royal Highness the Prince on an interdimensional mission.

Bandar was in a terrible mood, and he avoided the dust he had kicked up, paced slowly to the edge of the sand, unbuttoned his pants and prepared for a little relief.

"Squeak, squeak......" A yellow monkey seemed to pass between the branches above his head, and Bandar subconsciously looked up.

I saw a majestic gibbon squatting on the tree, with glittering golden fur, grinning at him with bared teeth, and its body was ...... It's a bit weird, but it's a piece of leather armor?

Before Bandar could react, a gray-green shadow suddenly appeared in the woods and kicked Bandar in the chest, causing him to fly backwards like a ball, hitting the trunk of the tree with a "thud" and slowly sliding to the ground.

Bandar struggled to see the enemy's face as he struggled with the pain in his stomach and his blurred vision—he had apparently broken his brain to give the signal for an attack—but he saw only a short, strangely proportioned silhouette, about the height of his chest, and his legs taking up more than half of his height, and frighteningly thick.

Before Bandar could take a closer look, the shadow picked up the knife in his hand and slashed off his head neatly, the soft humus of the forest as a perfect buffer, and the head hit the ground with only a slight sound.

What happened to Bandar was not accidental, and after the other guards had packed their bags, most of them gathered in groups and chatted, not taking Faust's warning orders seriously.

Now that they had tasted the bitter fruits, the attackers in the woods were the first to deal with a few of the lonely, and at this time most of the human guards were just beginning to notice the attackers' presence.

When they finally organized the first wave of counterattack after a period of panic, they found that invaders, several times their size, had emerged from the forest, and they had no way to escape.

The collapse of the young master soldier could not be stopped, and the sound of the first weapon landing was like a signal, and everyone rushed to throw away the weapons in their hands - as if they were holding some kind of poisonous insect in their hands, which would sting themselves at any time - knelt on the ground and held their heads in their hands.

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Faust was now anxious, pacing around the altar like an ant on a hot pan, beads of sweat the size of beans hanging from his head. After explaining the necessary matters of the prince, in order to save the divine power in the altar, he returned to the material world, just in time for the prince's personal guards to be surrounded.

As the presiding officer of the circle, he can perceive the situation of the outside world through the aurora barrier, although he can't see it with his own eyes, but the situation is already obvious, the guards were defeated by the natives, and now they are tied up by the natives to guard in a line, and there are several natives who look nobler are pointing around the aurora shield.

Damn the royal guards, weak aristocrats. Faust cursed in his heart, not caring at all that he was also within the range of the map cannon.

Faust glanced at Prince Leoric, who was now reclining on the edge of the altar, the wounds on his hands healed, only the pale skin hinted at his great bleeding. Only about a third of the liquid in the basin remained, and it was still boiling.

On His Royal Highness's forehead, a sea-blue anchor emblem of Lord Aventenu is slowly taking shape, indicating that His Royal Highness's soul is nearing completion of its mission in the spirit realm - the beacon is a purely divine power structure, and only the body that resides the prince can remain stable in the physical realm.

Faust stared fiercely at His Royal Highness, now more than ever, he hoped that the prince would wake up as soon as possible, and then be invincible with the blessing of divine power, and repel the natives like chopping melons and vegetables, and then everyone would complete their mission to welcome the Holy Spirit and His Majesty the King.

It only took a few minutes for the water to boil dry, but those few minutes seemed as long as hundreds of years to Faust.

His Royal Highness's eyelids moved, then his fingers, and finally with a groan of pain, the prince opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, countless wounds appeared on his body in an instant, but not much blood flowed.

Faust chuckled in his heart, but still came up with the hope of what happened: "Your Highness, how do you feel? We are now in a little insignificant difficulty...... You see, you have received the blessing of the power of the Great Spirit, can you lead us to break through the current difficulties and complete the task?"

His Royal Highness answered the question with a cascade of symptoms – pale lips, cold sweat on the skin, cold, weak hands and feet, shortness of breath, a fast and weak pulse, typical acute excessive blood loss.

Faust cursed at his own erudition—it shattered his illusions once again.

Faust ignored His Royal Highness the Prince, who was in a state of semi-shock, after all, the poor physical condition would not kill the Prince, and the ugly little monsters outside were deadly.

Faust took a deep breath, took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and straightened his clothes. Then he waved his hand, and the aurora barrier dissipated.

He stepped forward, raised his head and chested, "I demand surrender!"

Faust had never had such a loud voice, and he recited aloud what appeared to be the Purgatory Surrender in the book, and his tone was full of aristocratic arrogance and ostentation, "according to the sacred principles common to the multiverse......

Syllable.

A large, webbed hand stained with slime twitches Faust's face.

Faust did not protest, he just turned three hundred and sixty degrees in place, and then rolled his eyes and fainted.