Chapter 41: Trickery and Soul

White City, Wilderness District.

"You're saying that when they walked through the portal, it disappeared on its own?" asked Kalisa as Daraniel asked, looking at her bracelet for fear it would begin to glow ominously again.

"That's true. Dalaniel replied helplessly.

Kenmore's face was gloomy to the extreme, and he couldn't imagine how dangerous his son's situation was at the moment.

"Kalisa, can you find where they are now?" Kenmore called the chief magician of the court by his name, and everyone around him was amazed.

Kalisa didn't care either, and replied, "I can determine their location within a certain range, but the spatial portal can break through the limit of distance, how do I know where they will be taken?"

"Then what are we going to do? Aren't we going to do anything?" said Kenmore's anger with a faint hint of an outburst.

"It's not that you don't do anything, it's that you can't do anything. There is only one feasible solution, and that is to wait. Kalisa said calmly.

"Wait, wait for what?" was evident in Kenmore's tone, expressing extreme displeasure with the answer.

Kalisa picked up the two-headed dagger on the ground, was stunned, and said with a smile:

"Waiting for them to come back, of course. ”

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"Looks like our previous ideas are being limited. Even if this door is 'unbreakable', why do we have to 'break'?haha, with you as a thief, we just open it?" Mikhat looked at Arisen, lowered his voice and exclaimed in surprise, then turned to Aninotes, "How are you feeling now? Can you use magic?"

With a smug smile on his lips, Aninotes took out a small gray pocket from his bosom and snapped his fingers, and the pocket suddenly opened a large mouth, which looked like the mouth of a giant demonic beast. The "bloody mouth" chewed a few times, and spat out Michat's equipment from his throat in one gulp.

It seems that the magic of Aninotes has returned!

The little magician put away the space storage bag, took a deep breath of the foul-smelling air, and said softly, "There are a total of 7 cells here, and we are located in the innermost one. At the exit of the cell, there is a staircase leading to the top, with two jailer handles. Of course, I think they should all be interested in our blood. As for the environment above the stairs, I can't detect it here for the time being. ”

That's enough.

"Let's invite you into the urn today. Mihart took his weapon and armor steadily, and when he was done, he prepared to take the magician and the little thief on his way home.

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The light from the glittering mushroom flickered on and off, silent.

Vladimir drank all the blood from the glass, looked at the stone staircase that spiraled up, and panicked in his heart.

Lady Anna has been out for more than a week.

Staying in the dungeon every day, the slow time has become even more difficult. The trouble of eternal life is that you have more time to be in a daze, to remember, and to think.

What year is it?1217?Or is it 1218?

What month is it now? First bud month, rain palm month, or second bud month?

Let's go get some delicious food from the veins.

The livestock in cell 7 seemed to be very active just now. It seemed that the cell was still empty the other day, so they must have only been arrested for a short time. Well, then this time, it's up to them.

Thinking of this, Vladimir stood up, stretched comfortably, and said to Pike beside him, "Hey, I'll go in and get some drinks, do you want to have some more?"

Pike handed the cup to satisfaction.

Vladimir slowly paced into the depths of the cell. He had flown over at a fast pace, for he had heard the usual noise of trying to break the cell door.

Lady Anna has set up a perfect magic circle here, and once any cell door is locked, then the cell is a forbidden demon field, and no one can use magic or courage. Moreover, the door and lock are protected by the magic array, no matter how powerful the martial arts or the fierce flesh is, there is no use in the slightest, this is simply a perfect cage!

It's just that today's journey is endless?

Vladimir suddenly realized the strange thing - he could normally fly from the first cell to the seventh cell in a matter of seconds, and even if he walked leisurely, it would only take two or three minutes at most. But just now, although he couldn't accurately estimate how long he had been walking, it was definitely more than two or three minutes!

1,2,3,4,5,6,1,2,3,4,5,6......

Vladimir suddenly discovered something even stranger, after the sixth cell, why was it the first one, the last one, and where was the seventh cell?!

What the hell is going on!

Could it be that someone broke Lady Anna's magic circle and escaped from her cell?

No!

Lady Anna has said that the doors of the prison here are unbreakable!

There must have been a powerful outsider who broke in, and was so powerful that he and Pike deceived themselves and Pike into trying to rescue the prey that provided the blood!

Vladimir's heart moved, and he himself was taken aback, and quickly turned around, intending to ask his companion Pike for reinforcements, but just a moment before his shout burst through his throat and flew towards his target, he withered.

A sharp silver light, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, pierced directly through his left chest! The poison of the silver began in the right atrium, happily and quickly occupied Vladimir's blood vessels, spreading to his whole body.

Mihat's form slowly revealed in the darkness, and he elbowed Vladimir's back, and forcefully pulled the silver dagger out of the jailer's shattered body, which was about to be enjoyed by Arkai, the god of life and death, and held it gently on the cold ground.

A swarthy smoky soul floated out of the vampire's body, almost merging with its surroundings, being pulled into Mihart's dagger by an invisible force. If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing perceptual leather armor and noticing the movement on his dagger, he wouldn't even have noticed that this unbelievable phenomenon had happened again.

"Aninotes, Augustine (God of Adventure and Battle), what the hell is going on?When the necromantic warrior summoned by Anna died under this sword, its soul was also absorbed, do you remember?" asked Mihart, waving the enchanted weapon in his hand that could dementor souls, turning his head.

Aninotes could not be moved, but only pursed his mouth, but saw that Michatt was still looking at him intently, so he shook his head again.

"That's a warrior with great strength! I can't be better than it. And this vampire, if you hadn't confused him with your illusion first, I don't think you could have pierced his heart so easily on your own. Tell me, why the hell is that?" Mihart's voice involuntarily raised a little.

"Mishat, please don't look at me like that, okay, as if I had done something to your sword behind your back. Listen, I'm only going to answer you this once. I don't know why, you see, the truth is, this sword can absorb souls stronger than you now. If I really have such a great ability, why should I hide it from you?hh? You answer me?" the little magician asked aggressively when he looked at Mihart's skeptical expression.

"I... I don't mean anything else. Don't get me wrong! I just thought it was weird, and I couldn't figure it out, so I had to ask you. If this hurts you, then Lord Zaper, I apologize to you, okay?" In terms of eloquence, Mihart suspected that even if it was ten of himself, he might not be the opponent of the little magician alone, so he immediately put down his body and spoke softly.

"If you don't like it, I'll give me this dagger another day, and it's not a difficult thing for me to remove the enchantment effect on it!

"With such a powerful enchantment effect, the villain is simply like a treasure, and it's too late to be happy, how can there be a dislike to say it? Okay, okay, okay, kill one, and there's another one outside. Please ask Lord Zaper to show some supernatural powers, and I will be able to kill me with one blow. No matter how curious Mihat was, he never mentioned the matter of the dagger, and quickly diverted the topic.

The Brighton boy rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, and a brilliant purple energy flowed from his palm, enveloping Mihart's whole body in an instant, making his figure disappear in the darkness once again.

After Mikhat had completed the invisibility technique at Añotes, he half-hunched his body and slowly moved forward. The little magician gently chanted the incantation, and thousands of hair-thin bands of black light appeared in front of him, gradually tangled into a shallow humanoid silhouette.

As Agnotes chanted the incantation more and more rapidly, the black outline became clearer and clearer—medium stature, black wolfskin leather armor, brown hair that hung down to the shoulder blades, scarlet eyes, and a shallow scar on the left cheekbone of the face—it was almost the same as Vladimir who was lying on the ground and had just swallowed his breath! No, this was Vladimir himself!

Aninotes' left hand reached forward slightly, and his five fingers flicked nimbly, and "Vladimir" walked forward in an orderly manner under his control. His other hand was on Mihart's back, calmly controlling the rhythm of the trio's advance.

Arison cautiously followed Mihart and Aninotes, thick moss kissing his boots, palms caressing the cold stone walls, trying to gather his breath.

"Vladimir" walked forward step by step, and in about two minutes, the three of them followed it around a corner.

Mikhat noticed a faint glimmer of light flickering ahead, and a flickering figure blurred in the flickering light.

Closer, closer.

Sensing the return of "Vladimir", Ike stretched out a hand, habitually wanting to take the cup full of deliciousness.

"Vladimir" just stood still, stared at him motionlessly, and did not respond in any way to his movements.

"Hey, where did you get the cup?" Ike asked suspiciously, looking at Vladimir's eyes filled with depth that he couldn't understand.

The corners of "Vladimir's" mouth twitched slightly, raised his right hand, and pointed to the stone steps behind Ike in a daze.

Concealed Aninotes, patted Mihart on the back and motioned for him to make a move. Mihat held his breath and hid behind the phantom with his soul-devouring dagger, waiting for an opportunity.

Ike frowned, suspicious, but turned his head anyway, and his scarlet gaze drifted in the direction of Vladimir's finger, completing his last action before disappearing.

Mihart's blade went straight to the heart of his foe, instantly stripping Ike of eternal life. The miserable soul played by the illusion of Aninotes flowed like a steaming bowl of broth into the throat of the dagger.

"Sure enough, since you like to suck souls so much, I'll call you 'Souls' in the future!" Mihart slowly pulled the deadly weapon out of Ike's corpse and nodded in satisfaction.

"Brother Aninotes, what is the place on this stone staircase?" Arison tugged at the little magician's robe.

Mishart also put the dagger in the scabbard, waiting for the Brighton boy to answer.

Aninotes's face suddenly became a little strange, and he said slowly, "On the stone steps, there should be a huge ancient tomb. It's just that there's something in there, and my illusion can't deal with it. ”

"You can't deal with illusions, why?" After feeling the power of illusions, Michat didn't think that there were eyes that illusions couldn't deceive.

"Because, although I can sense some resentment, I can't feel any heartbeat. Not at all. ”