Because of the importance of the matter, Alexander and Mick temporarily summoned the big arms dealer Eric, and the three of them talked secretly for a long time behind closed doors, repeatedly deliberating on every detail of the magic alchemy press conference, and by the time the meeting was over, it was already late at night.

Just as Mick was about to leave, Alexander suddenly stopped him and asked abruptly, "Mick, if you are His Majesty the Emperor, I mean if." What do you think could be more important than a change of throne?"

Mick was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "What's the importance of the change of throne? No matter who you pass the throne to, your son will be the emperor." So, the most important thing for the emperor is to make sure that he can sit on the throne, right?"

"Secure the throne?" would anyone threaten Frederick's throne? Alexander fell into deep thought.

"I really don't know what you're worried about all day long, if you have time to think about this kind of problem, it's better to think more about gold coins and women. I'm gone, you think slowly. Mick removed his coat from the hanger and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Alexander looked at the silver moon outside the window and hesitated, "It's too late, you can stay here tonight." ”

Mick hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "Forget it, there is still some work in the laboratory, and we must race against time these days." ”

"Then you can go back in my carriage. Alexander said uneasily: "You guy has offended a lot of big people, take my carriage, at least they don't dare to do anything to you so blatantly." ”

Mick pouted, "Say it as if you're a big guy yourself." Well, since you have the heart, then I'll enjoy the life of you rich people. ”

Alexander's carriage was wide and comfortable, with its long saddle upholstered in soft Demon Sect bearskin. Mick hasn't rested for the past few days, leaning on the luxurious seat and quickly falling asleep, muttering: "Damn, it's cool to have money......"

The sky was filled with a silver moon, and the black carriage swayed into the dark streets.

I don't know how long I walked, but Mick was dazed and noticed that the carriage was slowly stopping. He barely lifted his heavy eyelids and asked in a sleepy voice, "Why did you stop?"

There was no one to answer his question, and there was silence all around, except for the occasional snort of two black horses.

Mick was stunned for a moment, and the unusualness in front of him immediately made him sober up. He quickly opened the realm and unleashed the Eye of Insight, and the carriage box made of black ironwood and demonic steel instantly became transparent.

Outside the carriage, Alexander's old groom had fallen to his death, his hands tightly clutched around his neck, a knife as thin as a cicada's wings stuck in his throat, blood spurting everywhere, apparently killed by a single blow, and not even able to scream.

Mick was shocked. He had quietly observed everyone around Alexander with his eye of insight, and found that there was no one around this guy who did not know martial arts, and this coachman was certainly no exception.

Being able to kill a warrior who was close to the fourth level without a sound sound would have been a lot of trouble, and if it weren't for Alexander's carriage being so sturdy that it was really difficult for the other party to sneak attack, maybe he would have turned into a corpse by now.

Mick's face grew solemn, and he speculated about the possible identity of the attacker as he planned his countermeasures.

The next moment, Mick's afterglow suddenly swept a touch of gold, and when he looked up, he saw a flash of holy light falling from the sky, sweeping straight towards him through the roof of the car.

Mick's pupils shrank, and he leaped forward, jumping to the other end of the carriage.

Before he could stand still, the light was like a hot knife and butter, cutting a wide opening in the roof of the carriage, and sparks flew everywhere.

If Mick hadn't seen the opponent's attack in advance with his eye of insight, he would have to move his head at this time.

Mick, who was in a state of shock, subconsciously flicked his left hand, and a magical light suddenly lit up under the skin of his chest and left arm, and ten second-level fireball techniques immediately flew out and sprinkled into the night sky.

Mick's fireball technique was burning with a raging blue flame, several times as hot and powerful as an ordinary second-level fireball technique, and ten fireballs were like a net, forming an impenetrable barrier in the sky, delaying the attacker's attack.

There was an exclamation in midair, and the golden light flashed away, and a figure hid under the light and disappeared from Mick's head. Mick didn't have time to see the guy's appearance when he suddenly noticed another flash of light flashing from behind him.

Mick's heart froze, and a circle of magic runes appeared under his feet, and a light blue magical light bloomed on his body, which disappeared from the spot in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already more than ten meters away.

At this moment, there was a piercing cracking sound from the carriage box, and it was disemboweled.

This time, Mick's Eye of Insight finally caught the assailant's appearance. It was two slender warriors, dressed in a full set of gorgeous golden leather armor, armed with a sharp short sword, surrounded by divine power on their bodies, their faces were grim and gloomy.

"Who are you?" Mick asked in a deep voice.

In fact, even if he didn't ask, he knew that these two guys were definitely the eagle dogs of the church, and those holy lights and divine powers were their best business cards.

Hearing Mick's question, the two Holy Light Adjudicators were stunned, knowing that the Holy Light on their bodies was not just beautiful.

The Light Judges are in fact Assassins of the Church, but unlike Assassins who walk in the shadows, they have a special ability to use their divine powers to absorb the light around them.

When they absorb all the light around them, they become radiant, while the enemy can only see darkness because there is no reflection of light.

Enemies who rely on their eyes as their primary senses will find it extremely difficult to escape their prey. Compared to them, Enlucia can only be regarded as an amateur, although she is level five.

Therefore, when they found out that Mick was able to see themselves directly, they were not only surprised, but also shocked. And Mick was waiting for this moment of opportunity.

The two Holy Light Judges were stunned for a moment, and Mick suddenly raised his hand and pointed at it, without any spell or spell casting delay, and a ten-shot "Winter Darkness" immediately rushed towards the two Judges.

Neither of them expected that Mick would be able to achieve instantaneous third-level magic, coupled with the previous stunned spirit, they had lost the opportunity at this moment. By the time they could react, the icy wind and the overwhelming frost and snow had completely engulfed them.

At first, the two adjudicators didn't have much to worry about, because as hunters, they had a high magic resistance, and it was difficult for a third-level range magic like this to inflict fatal damage on them.

Just wait until the magic effect wears off, and the fragile mage will be left to its own devices.

However, they soon realized that something was wrong, the cold wind and frost seemed to be endless, endless, several times stronger than the ordinary winter darkness, and even reached the power of fourth-level magic.

The magic resistance on the two adjudicators could not resist the onslaught of magic, and a terrifying chill gradually entered their bodies, freezing them little by little, and after a few moments, they turned into two lifelike ice sculptures.

"I didn't expect the Invincible Church to have this kind of soft-footed shrimp?" Mick sneered, and was about to step forward to inspect his loot, when he suddenly saw a raging flame burning on the two ice sculptures.

The thick frost on the ice sculpture immediately dissolved and dissipated, and the golden holy light rushed out of the remaining ice shell like erupting magma, and the two iron-faced adjudicators turned into two holy lights, one left and one right, towards Mick.

Mick's pupils shrank, and he was horrified at the thought of the miserable end of the sturdy carriage box being dismantled. He had no other thoughts, and immediately turned and fled.

However, the pursuing light was too fast, and as soon as Mick turned around, the two rays of light were already chasing in front of him. Mick was horrified, and cast three teleportation spells in succession, flashing dozens of meters.

But those two holy lights were in hot pursuit, and no matter how far Mick flashed, they could quickly catch up.

Mick's face turned ugly.