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It's been a sleepless night for the residents of Northland.

The very top of the roof of the world, which has been shrouded in cold winds all year round, emits rainbow light in the middle of the night on this day, and legend has it that the giant pillar leading to the kingdom of the gods appears in the light, leading straight into the ice clouds that persist in the northland all year round.

Countless inhabitants of the Northland knelt in their huts and prayed to their gods, praying for peace, and for entering the kingdom of the gods after death.

Little did they know that this legendary pillar was nothing more than a legendary mage's mage tower, and that the colorful light it emitted was nothing more than the glow of a spell fired to defend against the invasion.

"Looks like this is it!"

In a sparse woods in the Northlands, a dark red portal opens, and a man in an elegant cloak leads four of his men through it, trampling on the hard frozen ground.

Unlike the fools, with just a glance, he saw the true identity of the giant pillar that flickered on the roof of the world in the distance, and then slowly floated with emotion.

"The portal has already been used once, and it is temporarily unusable. “

"We're going to fly on our own!"

"Let's go!"

In a burst of blood-red light, the elegant man turned into a huge blood-red bat, flying towards the mountain peak in the distance, behind him, with a blood-colored light flashing continuously, and four bats of different sizes also fluttered their wings to follow.

............

"Kid, you shouldn't have come!"

The feeling of danger comes from the unknown poet in front of him.

Before he walked out of the door of the confinement room, the unknown poet suddenly sighed, and then an indifferent momentum slowly spread - although he was imprisoned for more than a month by the shackles of forbidden magic iron mixed with pure gold, which made the unknown poet's body a little weakened, but once he was freed from the confinement, the body of the legendary powerhouse immediately spontaneously absorbed energy greedily from all around.

"[Father]!"

"Here's what I'm supposed to do!"

Arias clearly misunderstood the unknown poet's intentions, and she looked up with a wicked smile in reply, only to see the poet's emotional face.

Ron, on the other hand, quietly began to retreat, falling at the back of the line.

"That's not what I said, kid. ”

"It's because you're a half-finished product, and you're here with the scales!"

"Poof!"

The smile froze on Ariath's face, and then turned into a porcelain white visor—the Unknown Poet's palm slowly pulled from the back of Arias who was supporting him, and a perfect ruby with a strong breath of life essence in Ron's eyes glittered in the Unknown Poet's palm.

Obviously, this is Arias's energy - of course, the ruby is not energy, it is the essence of life contained in it, which is why Arias has the difference between a ruby full of life essence and a ruby without a life essence.

"Condensation!"

For the first time, Ron felt the strength of the legendary powerhouse - although slightly weaker than the incarnation of the gods, but it had skills and characteristics that the incarnation of the gods did not have.

With just a single word, all the members of the Beast Adventure Group were unable to move, and could only watch as the Unknown Poet lifted the scales out of the crowd and placed them in the middle of the imprisoning circle.

"You're all half-finished!"

"Perfection can only be achieved by merging into one!"

The aura of nonchalance grew, and as time went on, the Unknown Poet became more and more of a legendary powerhouse—after entering the legend, each meal was able to sustain itself for a long period of time, depending on the amount of food ingested last time, which could range from a week to several months.

At this moment, the Unknown Poet's finger slid over the Circle of Imprisonment, changing many of the contents into arcane runes that no one had ever understood. The unknown poet's movements became faster and faster, and the expression on his face became more and more fanatical.

"Sit down, y'all!"

"Wait for the birth of perfection!"

............

"Boom!"

"Alert, alert!"

"Someone is invading!"

But when the Unknown Poet's circle was halfway complete and could be completed with just a few strokes, the Mage Tower suddenly shuddered, and then the Tower Spirit began to frantically alarm, and then began to fire spells frantically again.

Thus, after half an hour, the giant pillar of heaven once again appeared in the eyes of the inhabitants of the Northland, causing a second wave of worship.

However, as in the first wave, there was still no response from the gods.

"Boom!"

At Ron's feet, the Mage Tower continued to shake, and it was clear that the invaders hadn't given up - this wave of invaders was terrifyingly strong, at least a lot stronger than the Beast Adventure Party. After all, the Beast Adventure Troop entered the Mage Tower using stratagem, not assault!

"Boom!"

"Alert!"

"The gate of the Mage Tower has been breached!"

"Intruders enter!"

The gate of the Mage Tower is the strongest point of the entire Mage Tower, and once the intruder is able to breach the gate, the defense of the remaining floors is not worth mentioning.

So, in the sound of Taling's alarm, the intruder broke through eleven defenses in a row, and in just a few minutes, appeared at the door of the eleventh floor confinement room.

............

"Everybody's here!"

"It looks like it's very lively!"

A young man with a handsome and fair face and a noble cloak walked into the confinement room with a smile. Behind him were eight or four of his men: the Dark Lady with purple eyes and red sockets, dressed in sumptuous and solemn attire, the Duke of Secret Whispers with wrinkled fat and sparse brown hair, a meticulous Shadow Walker from a mix of Drow elves and humans, and a Dusk Knight with a skull mask.

And the young man who took the lead in the front was none other than the leader of the Night Mask, the King of the Night!

Based on the information he received from the mind of the Assassin Daddy of the Flame Dagger, the Night Lord traveled a long way to Alyssa's Mage Tower.

And his target, the Assassin, was lying in the Prison Circle.

What neither his family nor the city as a whole could have imagined was that the young Draegan also possessed a second dangerous life, perhaps more appropriately, in the form of an undead creature, a vampire who had managed to fool his family and friends for more than half a year since the Vicious Baroness turned him into her retinue at Gulthmere, when they met at a ball of nobility and Draegan flirted with her, Dahial It was funny, and he deliberately pretended to be conquered by his amorousness, but that night, he was conquered by her amorous charm and, of course, her sucking. Dabial convinces the Night King to make the Draegan the first test of the Night Mantle spell, which turns out to be worth the risk, and although the Draegan can only stay in direct sunlight for a short period of time, it is enough.

With purple eyes, red eye sockets, and towering cheekbones, she likes to wear the expensive, extravagant, and solemn clothes of her life when she is not wearing priest's attire.