She had long anticipated that Femir Stark would not be able to destroy the White Tower alone. www.biquge.info But seeing the hordes of dragons walking with him still made Lily feel incredulous.

These legendary creatures have always been arrogant. Their great strength and longevity make them dismissive of ordinary wealth and promises. Even as the "god of the world", she can only rely on the benefits of her tongue and various lucrative conditions to reach a superficial deal with the other party.

So, as a human wizard, how could Fermir Stark, who was not even twenty years old, put so many dragons at his service? Lily didn't think it was because of the wealth of the wizards of the White Tower, which might have been one of the conditions offered by Femir, but it was by no means enough to make these rich and greedy creatures really tempted.

She turned to look at Jill, and the dark-haired woman nodded knowingly, picking up the last item on the long table—the dusty, dull, and seemingly little magic left.

This time, Fermir, who appeared in the illusion, appeared much more gloomy, although he still looked like a teenager. He stared at the silvery-white, spotless oil lamp in his hand, then raised his hand and gently stroked its surface.

A dull voice resounded all around: "I am the destruction of the last days, and since you have awakened me, what desire do you want to fulfill?" ”

The young man raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile full of self-deprecation and ridicule, "I want to let those self-righteous and inactive White Tower wizards who killed my father get the punishment they deserve...... That's right, let them experience the taste of destruction and despair. ”

"Thou shalt grant thy wishes." The voice continued, "What price are you willing to pay in return?" ”

"Do you pay the price for fulfilling your wishes......" The young Fermir had obviously thought about this question for a long time, and gave the answer without any hesitation, "Let me become the public enemy of the nations, the head of the evil of the continent, and finally be defeated by them." ”

"The desire to destroy, the end of destruction." The voice sounded satisfied, "I'll do as you wish—"

The sound stopped, and the oil lamp lost its original brightness, as if stained with a touch of dust. Fermir gently placed it on the side shelf and walked out without looking back.

The mirage changed.

What appeared in front of Lily's eyes was the still vibrant forest of Luglan that only existed in her memory. She could almost smell the scent of the trees, and she could see squirrels jumping from branch to branch. In the midst of this tranquil vitality, a figure dressed in a delicate black velvet robe, but incompatible with the forest, walked slowly.

That's Fermir Stark. Traces of the boy could still be seen on his face, but the green flames in his pupils proved that he was no longer human. He took the oil lamp, which had regained a little of its shine, from his bosom and wiped it slowly.

"Thou hast awakened me a second time." A dull voice sounded again, "This time, what wishes do you want to fulfill?" ”

Fermir was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to the forest in front of him, "I will destroy everything that this forest was supposed to be, and make it my last fortress." Its time will be frozen in that moment and will not change no matter how long it takes. ”

"I understand your wishes." The voice asked, "But you still have to pay the price—have you thought about it?" ”

"Nature." Fermir tilted his head slightly, his voice soft and slow, "My soul will be split in two. The part that no longer belongs to me will inherit my past obsessions, resentment, and malice. When I leave here, it will be the master of this place - until the moment I return. ”

"Destroy nature, destroy yourself." There seemed to be a hint of pleasure in the voice, "I'll do as you wish." ”

The sound faded, the luster of the oil lamp faded, and it looked even more dilapidated than the first. Fermir casually took it into his arms and took a step into the forest.

"Damn, I see." Lily whispered resentfully, "He's just using this damn oil lamp to turn our hometown into that—"

"Shh Jill held up a finger and interrupted her grumbling, "It's not over yet. ”

Once again, the mirage shifts and coincides with the scene in front of you. In the hall, which was almost indistinguishable from today, a gray-robed and emaciated figure stood quietly at the long table, staring at the still worn oil lamp in his hand. His thin face was even a little handsome, and there was no resentment in his expression, but a hint of relief.

"It's Lord Stark." Ariel whispered softly, "That's what he was when I saw him. ”

Lily nodded, continuing to stare at the man in the illusion. The other raised his hand and stroked it slowly and gently towards the top of the oil lamp.

A gray light pierced the air and stabbed straight into Jill's hand—it wasn't an illusion.

The black-haired woman quickly backed away, letting the light fall on the empty ground. But another arcane spell then exploded around her, hurting no one except "one".

Huruman Stark's image shuddered and vanished.

Lily looked up, staring in the direction the light was coming from, but saw no one. At the same time, a vicious and erratic voice rang out of her ears.

"You have too much curiosity." In an instant, she recognized the voice, "It brought you here, and it will make you die here!" ”

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, huh?" The mercenary snorted, her ears trembling slightly, "It's you, who are going to die here, Count Huruman Stark!" ”

No one responded to her.

The light at the top of the hall suddenly dissipated, and the surroundings became pitch black, and even with her keen vision, she could not see anything including herself. An invisible, insubstantial, dangerous aura swept in from all directions, something cold grabbed her limbs tightly, dragging her into the abyss beneath her feet. An eerie wail poured into her ears, drowning out almost all the rest of the noise. She seemed to hear Elio and Ann's exclamations - or maybe it was just an illusion in her instinct.

It was as if the entire half-plane had come to life at this moment, and was ruling them out as enemies.

Lily understood that this was the lich's use of his control over the half-plane to pressure them. However, if you can't find and subdue the opponent as soon as possible, maybe the next attack will be a truly deadly spell.

A brilliant light pierced the darkness and restored her vision. It was the "Holy Light" that Ariel had called, a pure energy that was born with the ability to dispel illusions, and even if it weakened, it would not harm them.

The clear milky white light quickly spread outward, whether it was the black shadow that grabbed everyone or the ghost cry that lingered in the ear, it disappeared everywhere the light went. Lily turned her face and saw Ariel raise her hands above her head, the giant sword in her hand carrying a dazzling purple lightning, and the sword slashed down from top to bottom.

Dark purple lightning seemed to pierce the space, and with a hoarse curse, a withered body appeared high in the hall out of thin air. He was dressed in a tattered black robe, and the red flames in his pupils were dancing, staring at the people at his feet with resentment.

"A thug who trespasses into someone else's house." A dark green flame ignited from his fingertips, gradually covering his bony palm, "I curse you, you will not die well!" ”

"This is Lord Stark's residence, not yours, impostor undead." Ariel raised her head, unmoved by the lich's words, "As a former collaborator of the Lord, I have the right and obligation to protect the peace of this space for him!" ”

There was no need to continue the conversation - both they and the lich understood that there was no possibility of peace between the two sides in the first place. Lily and Jill looked at each other, and in an instant, they turned into a volley of wind. At the same moment, the light gate unfolded behind the lich, and the black-haired woman stepped out of it and punched her opponent in the spine.

The space around the lich suddenly twisted for a moment, directing the black-haired woman's attack aside. Then he stretched out his left hand, and the green flames turned into a giant palm, and he volleyed into the air towards the incoming wind.

Lily is forced to change direction and fight the flames that are constantly chasing her in the air. The cyan wind and flames were entwined, and for a moment it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.

Lily took a moment to glance at what was going on below. Alphonse, Grum, Elio, and Ann pressed close together, and the Mechanic's fingertips continued to glow with the light of the arcane arts, imposing powerful protection on everyone. The female Celestials stood not far from them, cautiously watching the lich's every move, as if looking for an opportunity.

That would be enough, and with the skills of Al and the Celestials, it would be enough to ensure that the rest of the people would not be harmed. Lily licked her lips in satisfaction, even though she didn't have a tongue in her current form.

There's only one thing to do.

The lich, Count Stark, was her chosen prey. Whether she's September or Hunter Lily Nono, she's never been in the habit of giving up her goals to others.