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In the blink of an eye, the parlor had completely changed. The roof was raised sharply, the walls around it receded rapidly, the bright floor-to-ceiling windows on the walls were replaced by gray stone bricks, and the whole room became a solemn hall in the blink of an eye.

The tables and chairs that had been placed in the middle of the room were gone, and a crimson carpet with gold trim stretched from Lukka to Luca. At the end of the carpet, a few steps atop, a tall chair stood silently.

The chair was decorated in gold, and it was the only bright color in the gloomy hall. The height of the chair is at least half that of a normal chair, the wide base is more than enough for two Lukas, and the deputy on each side has a golden deer head carved on each side, and the backrest is also covered with antler-shaped gold patterns.

"This chair is uncomfortable to sit on at first glance. Lukka said with a frown.

"I think it's good, bling!" Thea's eyes lit up.

"This is the throne of the June Alliance, and this room—" Mores said, looking around, "is the main hall of the Alliance. ”

"No, although that government palace is gorgeous, it can't fit the height of this room. Lukka felt that even if his eyes weren't so good, he couldn't be wrong with that.

"Because this hall is not in the Government Affairs Palace, and it is not on Beifeng Song Island at all. It is located on Dongqing Qingdao, 300 nautical miles north of Kaede Island, and the island is a building that is only used for major ceremonies, and it is said that it was an abandoned shrine before the renovation. Mores explained.

"Can the temple still be abandoned?" Lukka asked, "and as far as I know, none of those gods are open-minded masters. ”

Taylor's voice answered him:

"Because this temple is not the territory of those three incompetent people!"

Taylor was still standing beside Luka when the first two words were spoken. But before the first sentence was finished, his whole body turned into gray curves, which looked like a faded photograph at a rough look, and those dense curves made him look like a pencil sketch when viewed from Luca's position.

The curves disintegrated abruptly in front of Lukka, snaking through the air, recondensing near the throne as they spat out the last word of the sentence.

At this time, Taylor was completely different from the phantom he had just remembered.

He sat in the middle of the throne, to be precise, "embedded" in the middle of the throne.

Because the golden throne was now stuffed with dense gray lines, like a ball of gray yarn that had been played with by a cat for a long time, messy, fluffy, and impossible to unravel.

Not only that, but the curves were constantly twisting and entangled, and Taylor's entire body was buried deep in the ball of thread, only the face occasionally flashed through the gaps in the curves, revealing two eyes that were not his own at all.

Lukka followed his words and asked, "Then whose temple do you say this is?"

Taylor's laughter came from the thread, "What do you need to know? You're going to be dead anyway! ”

"I didn't say yes!" Lukka said, pulling the Amethyst Staff from his back and holding it to his chest.

"Uh...... Luka," Ollie tugged at his sleeve beside him, "your staff......"

As soon as Lukka lowered his head, the expression on his face instantly froze.

The crystal on the amethyst staff, although it has gone through hardships, has always persevered, conscientiously helping Lukka complete one spell after another, condensing a stream of magic that glows with silver light.

But at this time, the staff in Luca's hand was only a bare wooden handle.

"Where's the crystal?" Luca's voice was a little anxious.

Crete replied, "When you enter this space, there is none. I thought you knew. ”

"This ...... Forget it!" Lukka handed him the staff, "help me take it." ”

Even without a staff, a mage can still cast magic, but without this help, the speed and effect of condensing the flow of mana will be reduced a lot, and a large part of the spirit will be devoted to chanting spells, and it will no longer be possible to cast spells in silence.

Suddenly, Taylor, who was on the throne, burst out laughing:

"You don't think you're going to be able to get out, are you? If you're outside, in that reception room, maybe you'll have a little chance of escaping if you're fast enough. But here, in my consciousness space, do you think you can speed up my mind? can fight against this powerful divine power?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the door behind Luka, no longer the golden one, but now a heavy oak door in the same style as the hall, slammed shut behind him. Immediately, countless gray curves crawled across the surface of the oak door, and when the lines were scattered, the traces of the door had completely disappeared, leaving only the same gray stone wall in place.

"Can't you really see it?" Lukka shook his head and asked rhetorically, "There's no way out here at all!"

He took a step forward: "Defeating you is the only way to get out of here!"

"You can try, isn't the lesson from the outside just now enough?" Taylor's voice was muffled by the thread, "but it's okay, the harder you fight back, the more complete the 'magic power' will be stripped from you." Maybe it's better than it should be, I'm looking forward to it, hahahaha......"

With Taylor's laughter, the gray curve began to attack again.

"Isn't that the same as the situation out there?" exclaimed Nora.

"It's not quite the same. Everything here is controlled by Taylor's mind, and the lines are much stronger than the outside. "Crete's words do not help the situation at all.

He was right, and here Taylor seemed to be more at ease, not even tempting, and the gray curves surrounded everyone from all sides.

Lukka uttered the incantation aloud, and the strong wind began to swirl through the hall.

The spell "Wind Blade Technique" does not summon countless sharp blades out of thin air, but by condensing elemental energy, compressing air to the extreme, and when it passes by the enemy, the effect is like being stabbed by countless sharp blades. As such, it is not a summon, but a plastic spell.

To deal with these dense lines, it should be a good choice to solve them with the same dense blades, and cut the mess quickly. That's what Luca thought.

However, when the wind cleared, he was surprised to find that the curves, let alone cutting, were not even affected by the speed of the swing, and still climbed up the placket of everyone's clothes according to the original rhythm.

"These things aren't entities!" the thought echoed in Luka's mind, and his eyes lit up.