In the early morning of the fifth day after the explosion of Sam City, Pitts, who had just finished deep meditation, opened his eyes with a hint of silver light, he stood up from the soft cushion, and with the movement of his body, the magic in the entire meditation room turned several times, and even a small and visible light blue magic vortex in the air not far away, Pitts adjusted his robes, picked up the warm black tea that the servants had prepared for him in advance, took a deep sip, and let out a refreshing breath, during which several small silver lightning bolts swayed back and forth on the Arcanist's outstretched fingers, this blow can destroy the powerful power of hundreds of people, but at the moment it is as naughty as a pet-inviting little animal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when the powerful arcanist who is now the Lord of the Tower of Glory shifted his gaze to the almost half-ruined city of Sam, most of his good morning mood vanished in an instant, and Pitts placed the empty teacup in his hand on the table, let out a cold snort of unknown meaning from his nostrils, closed his eyes, and casually popped out a small silver lightning bolt, which flew into the sky and disappeared.

A few minutes later, two senior heads of the Demon Hunting Department dressed in black mage robes and pointed hats quickly appeared behind the Arcanist who was known for his violent personality, bowing his head to accept the questioning that would inevitably be difficult to endure, because of the Demon Hunter Tower Master, who was known as the "Demon Bow" Lilith, the half-elf arcane master who wanders around the continent all the year round and is reluctant to return to the Nine Towers Council, so the daily affairs of the Demon Hunting Tower have always been handled by several senior leaders, and for the same reason, the Demon Hunting Tower, which does not have the support of the tower master, seems to be beautiful in the entire continent, but in fact, it is completely a role of being a gas bag within the Nine Towers Council.

"It's been five days!"

Pitts sat in his velvet chair with his back to the two Magisters, his voice almost squeezing out between his teeth,

"It's been five days since the big explosion, and it's been five days since the Nine Towers Council was used as a laughing stock by the entire continent, so what about your progress, ladies and gentlemen, what about the identity of the murderers? Or to put it more bluntly, where are the bodies of the murderers?"

Although Pitts's tone was very calm, the waves of magic that seemed to be roaring in a rage in the small living room were almost wave after wave, and the two people who were oppressed had severe pain in their chests, and they almost felt like they were about to vomit blood, in this case, let alone answer, as soon as they opened their mouths, it would definitely be a mouthful of old blood spurting out, but thankfully, Pitts didn't need their answers, the arcanist who already had wrinkles on his forehead and a hint of gray hair stood up, and countless silver rays jumped around his body, interpreting him like an ancient thunder dragon in human form, full of apocalyptic oppressionHis voice, full of anger and disdain, also took on a metallic texture because of the distortion of the air.

"You said that there are too many mobile people in Sam City, and it is difficult to investigate, but you can do it, Grylls personally helped you block the gray plains, and as a result, nothing was found!

"Then you said that the murderer might be hiding in the cars of the princes and nobles who could freely enter and leave Sam City, so Pollit put down his old face and led the lawbreakers to check the entire noble district of Sam City one by one, and even the car of the noble third princess was checked back and forth more than once, and the council gave you the right to travel freely at the risk of breaking with the Holy Del Empire, and then you gave me such a result?"

Pitts casually picked up a document on the table, and mercilessly threw it on the faces of the two wizards who bowed their heads and begged for mercy.

"The murderer of the Sam City explosion died in the direct explosion of the Demon Hunter Tower?

Pitts laughed angrily as he sat back in his chair, and almost instantly, his tone became calm again, but the more he did, the louder the pleading voices of the two Magisters, who were almost lying on the ground, but it seemed that the groveling voice annoyed Pitts again, and the latter waved his hand, and the two of them could no longer make any sound.

"Trisleiman and the battle mages will return to Sam City soon, 24 hours, I will give you another 24 hours, if you still can't find the murderer of the big explosion, then there is no need for the demon hunting tower responsible for internal security, you can replace the returning battle mages to fight the orcs to the death." ”

Speaking of which, Pitts even smiled,

"Or you can go ahead and submit it to me with a joke like "The murderer died in the explosion and the body can't be found" as a conclusion, and bet on whether I'm going to let you go for Lilith's sake, and now get out, remember, you only have 24 hours!"

The embarrassed magister grabbed his hat and almost crawled out of Pitts's living room, a trace of disdain flashed in the silver lightning eyes, but then he sighed helplessly, since the contradiction between Lilith and the greedy big businessmen of the Chamber of Commerce under the Nine Towers became public, Lilith, who was unwilling to cause the division of the Nine Towers due to personal reasons, left the Demon Hunting Tower alone, and it has been several months since the last contact, and without Lilith's strict requirements, the quality of the mages of the Demon Hunting Tower has declined too much in recent years, Especially after the old men left by Lilith were successively squeezed out of the decision-making circle of the Demon Hunting Tower by this group of wastes who only knew how to compete for power, the Demon Hunting Tower, as one of the nine towers, had already existed in name only, and this time it was blown up by a few magic crystals to the last face, it was simply a group of the most useless waste!

Pitts's eyes contained anger, but then they were extinguished, and he looked further to the north, where his predecessor, the Shadow Lord of the same era as the deceased Supreme Gregory, the mentor of Pitts, and one of the founders of the Council of the Nine Towers, Saruman, was brewing some dark deeds.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Pitts's eyes were closed, and countless thoughts were running back and forth in his mind, but none of them could make him notice, and the feeling that his entire body was slowly tightened by an invisible net was very uncomfortable, especially for a figure like Pitts, who was already standing at the top of the continent, this feeling of powerlessness was especially aggrieved.

But it was at this time that a trace of unusual magic fluctuations entered Pitts's perception, and the deep, vicious, and involuntarily fearful aura contained in this fluctuation made Pitts's eyes open suddenly, this breath is the taste of the lower realm!

Damn it!

Pitts's figure flashed, and a silver lightning bolt appeared out of thin air in the small reception room, and his whole person had reached the upper hand of the ruins of Sam City in the next moment, which was the source of that trace of breath, but unfortunately, the owner of that breath was also very careful, it was likely that it was just a trace of breath that was accidentally leaked at the beginning, and then quickly reined in.

But it is like this, but it also makes Pitts's heart fluctuate constantly, although from the breath, the lower realm creatures are not strong, but the important thing is not the strength of this creature, but the meaning of the appearance of this creature, you know, the entire Elsie continent has not appeared a single lower realm creature for decades, the last time I saw those terrible creatures wrapped in unquenchable flames and low-level creatures fear aura was in the late stage of the Northern Campaign, the desperate orc shamans often kill those orc warriors who are not afraid of death when they are cornered, and finally sacrifice their souls, which can often summon powerful creatures such as demon lords, This once brought a lot of trouble to the coalition forces, and the crazy orcs even used this method to launch a final counterattack, and even leveled the situation at one point, until the Holy Light Church in the Eastern Continent joined the battle at the invitation of the Holy Del Empire, and this crazy counterattack was truly contained.

At that time, Pitts, who was only a small high-level mage, could never forget those terrible scenes, where the demon lord appeared, thousands of miles away, countless fortresses were breached, but there was no survivor, all traces of the existence of living beings were rudely erased, those devils were also good at playing with souls, Pitts had seen hundreds of paladins with firm faith being tempted by the devil to fall, and then wielding a black giant sword and slashing at his former companions, who were the natural enemies of all intelligent life and the destroyer of all creatures!

Thinking of this, Pitts shuddered, he couldn't imagine what a desperate hellish scene it would be if a real madman summoned a demon here, in the current state of Sam City! But no matter how much his spiritual power spreads, no matter how fine the scanning, he can't find any signs of demonic existence, Pitts's eyes flashed, and the figure in mid-air flashed again, this time the place where it appeared was the council chamber of the Tower of Glory, seeing Pitts's figure appear, the two heavily armed spellbreakers who had already picked up the spell-breaking sword immediately put down their weapons, put one hand on their chest, and greeted their leader.

Pitts raised his hand, signaling that they were not welcome, and then told in a solemn tone about his discovery of the breath of creatures in the lower realm,

"Rod, you take three teams of lawbreakers to search the Sam Ruins again, bring the Holy Light Stone, and contact me as soon as you find it!"

"Yes, sir!"

The spellbreaker on the left answered Pitts's order, put on his golden helmet, and strode out of the house, Pitts looked at the way his subordinates left, squinting with an inexplicable light flashing, he beckoned, and another spellbreaker quickly walked up to him,

"Kobe, you go and invite Her Royal Highness the Third Princess and Mr. Yodel to come and sit here, by the way, don't alarm anyone else when you go!"

The spellbreaker named Kobe Bryant stared at him, then nodded, walked to the cubicle and changed out of the conspicuous armor, wearing an ordinary aristocratic gown, trousers, and a strange-looking cane in his hand, nodded to Pitts, and then left the hall, Pitts who stayed behind always felt that things were a little strange, but when he saw the large map on the wall, he forced himself to empty his mind, and slowly walked to the extremely delicate map with a simple shape, but began to study the terrain trend of the northern frontier.

In the darkness on the other side, Elivan and Rattle naturally didn't know that in the ruins above them, the spellbreakers had begun to closely search for the hidden lower-level creatures, but at this critical time, even if they knew, the three desperate outlaws would not care about those few painless spellbreakers, you must know that they are planning four arcanists this time, and together they can easily slaughter the city and destroy the terrible existence of the country.

However, the current situation is a little different from what Ellevin and Rattle imagined.

Roman yawned widely, and casually threw the last soul crystal in his hand into the already dim light curtain,

"This is the third piece! Is my luck really that bad?"

Roman was tumbling with chaotic thoughts in his mind, while squinting his eyes and looking left and right, he and his little imp named Prius were left on the altar of Nuoda, forty or fifty minutes ago, Elivan and Rattle had already left the second layer of the Black Prison and went to the second summoning point on the surface to set up a magic circle, the three of them had already discussed, once Roman used up the three soul crystals in this place and failed to complete the summoning, he would immediately give up the arrangement of the Black Prison, go to the surface and have a round with two people, and then carry out other plans。

That being said, Roman himself knew that this summoning ritual was the most sure escape option that the three of them could complete, and if this thing failed, the three of them would either try their luck to find a way to get past the blockade of the Arcanist Grylls, or stay in Sam City and wait for their deaths.

Thinking of such a pessimistic conclusion, and there was still silence around him, a sad feeling couldn't help but float into Roman's heart, this is already the most remote place on the second layer of the Black Prison, the spar lamp above this ghost place has broken down a long time ago, and no one has come to repair it, coupled with the surge of shadow energy, the gloomy atmosphere made the bored Roman couldn't help but shiver, he tightened the black robe on his body again, and then grabbed Prius, who was jumping around on the altar, and put it on his shoulder.

The hell flame wrapped in the imp's body is extremely hot, but it will not cause any damage to himself and the warlock who signed the soul agreement, Roman squinted his eyes at the unresponsive dark door, shrugged helplessly, and took Priss to prepare to walk down the altar, ready to go to the surface to meet Elivan.

However, just after this guy left the range of the summoning circle, a strange and weird, but absolutely strong pressure immediately pressed on his shoulders, and then in his spiritual world, an unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared, and quickly said a long list of words in the spirit language that Roman had just learned, and was not familiar with it at all, because this guy's spiritual power was hundreds of times higher than Roman's, so it made Roman dizzy at the first time, but Roman didn't care about the oppressive force that almost made him vomit blood at the moment, and only two things echoed in his mind。

"I'm X, my brother is really a genius, so I can succeed!"

"I'm X, why is this thing so strong, if my brother doesn't run quickly, he's going to hang here!"

Thinking of this, Roman gritted his teeth, and directly and brutally interrupted the dialogue with that powerful spirit in his spiritual world, as a result, because the difference in strength was too big, at the moment of disconnection, an unimaginable tyranny and killing intent passed through the void and directly pressed on Roman's body, crushing him to the ground, unable to resist at all, Roman's face was pale, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his mind was chaotic like a mess, but this guy still didn't forget his killer feature, he lay on the ground, and gently patted the head of Pris, who was jumping around on his chest, and the imp reacted immediately, The extremely thin hands pressed against Roman's chest, and the two figures, one large and one small, immediately escaped into the phase.

This sudden change stunned the powerful being who was still in the void, but then the anger surged directly into the heart of this powerful being, warlocks! those hateful warlocks again! this time they dared to play the great Lord Matheriton like a monkey in the circus! Then kill it! Destroy this fragile world, and those rat-like warlocks will have nowhere to escape!

So he originally just used Roman's summoning as a tool to relieve boredom, but he didn't expect that this little mouse used to relieve boredom would dare to directly refuse Lord Maseriton's kindness, and also disconnected the spiritual link without Lord Maseriton's permission in a provocative manner, which made the Abyss Lord, who had been bored in the hundreds of worlds he had conquered, feel a trace of anger and curiosity that he had not seen for a long time, so it woke up from the sleeping temple, ready to surprise the world where the mouse was!

It was a crimson, lifeless world of destruction, countless green heavenly fires fell from the sky, the earth cracked, the magma flowed wantonly, and suddenly a tall figure of nearly 100 meters directly cracked the earth, standing up from the magma, it had a strong body like a dragon, a long tail like a snake dragging on the ground, the dark green scale armor was full of sharp barbs, and there were huge triangular bone plates growing on the back, which were also sharp barbs, and the two giant wings that had degenerated behind them flickered and set off a storm of evil fire, and the four thick hooves stepped heavily on the ground, and every step was a violent vibration, and every flick of the flicking long tail will mercilessly shatter those lava-wrapped hills, sparks scatter everywhere.

This is the Abyss Lord, the premier destroyer of the Seven Star Fields, and Mathriton is the best among the Abyss Lords, but unlike its own kindred, it chooses to surrender to more powerful demons, it chooses to run away alone, wandering alone in the Titan Star Field, destroying and destroying, these are the two things it likes to do most in its long life.

Lifting his giant triangular head burning with endless soul flames, Mathriton stretched out his left paw and grabbed the hottest lava and smeared it on his faintly painful broken fangs, which was the wound cut by the native god during the conquest of this planet, and it was also the first time in nearly a thousand years that it was injured, and the pain that penetrated deep into the spinal cord made it somewhat irritable, so Maseriton roared in anger, and a huge amount of sparks and corrosive gases erupted from his mouth, the destroyer of life grabbed his beloved with one hand, and had collected the two-headed halberd that he did not know about the soul of the burned, and slapped it vigorously on his chest, simple heart armor with a strong demonic rough style, raised the upper body, like a mammoth ready to charge, raised the hooves in front of him, and then trampled down with the strength of his whole body, the planet continent that had lost its life was shattered under this terrifying blow, and Matheridon, who rushed forward with a strong momentum, laughed and poked the halberd into the void.

The next moment, the soul crystal carrying the interstellar coordinates of the El Continent shattered at the top of the Mathridon Battle Halberd, and a black light curtain door was terrifyingly opened, and the Abyss Lord, who was charging quickly like a giant mammoth, stood on the last intact plate of the continent and jumped up, the entire nearly 100-meter-tall body quickly shrank, and then disappeared behind the black hole in a terrifying laugh.

As for the planet that had lost all its life, it was shattered by the final blow of the Abyss Lord, and after a burst of fire, it would finally come to its final end.

And just as Matheriton's halberd pierced time and space, bringing its first roar into the El continent, Pitts, who was talking to the old knight Yodel, was "huh" stood up, his eyes flashed with an incredible light, and the next moment, the old knight Jodel also stood up with a serious face, but when he looked at the third princess Leah, who was sitting on the other side of the table and was still playing with the Agate Rubik's Cube, the old knight's vigorous fighting spirit was immediately extinguished, and he waved his hand at Pitts, who immediately understood what he meant, made a "please take care of" gesture, and then turned into a silver lightning bolt and disappeared into the living room.

"Grandpa Yodel, what was it just now! What a terrible sound! Leah felt a little uncomfortable!

Xiao Lea put down the Rubik's Cube in her hand, and took Yodel's hand timidly, the old knight's face was also a little ugly, as the deputy head of the Hussar Knights who were stationed on the northern border all the year round, and at the same time, when he was young, he also led reinforcements to the Eastern Continent more than once to support the veteran of the war against the Doom Volcano, Yodel could easily sense from the faint breath just now that the weight of the lower-level creatures that attacked Sam City this time was definitely not light, and even in the Battle of Doom Volcano that year, monsters of this level only appeared once or twice。

But the most important thing at the moment is to take Leah out of here as soon as possible, Yodel is very aware of the destructive power of the creatures in the lower layers, once that ghost thing completely manifests itself in the real plane, even if he is good at defense, it is estimated that he can only maintain an undefeated situation, and the two arcanists in Sam City are also added together, it is estimated that there is a glimmer of hope for victory.

This is the disgusting thing about the creatures of the lower realm, with thick skin, durable to fight, slightly less mobile but extremely ferocious, and extremely shameless, and among them are those who are not only proficient in martial arts, but also have a good study of evil magic such as blasphemy, and are definitely one of the most difficult opponents.

"Boromo, blow the trumpet! Gather the boys, and we'll leave the plains at once!"

Jodel took Leah by the hand and walked to the door of the parlor, and commanded the young knight who stood at the door like a pillar,

"Yes!"

The knight named Boromo walked quickly down the stairs to the Tower of Splendour, took out a horn that looked like it was made of white bone from the leather pocket of his warhorse, put it to the corner of his mouth, and then took a deep breath and blew it vigorously.

The next moment, a low voice like the roar of a giant dragon resounded throughout Sam City, echoing the constant roaring sound from the ground, as if to herald the arrival of some extremely tragic doomsday war.