Townsh's approach is squeezing the limits of control and detail, which is like playing with life. But the situation was too critical at that time, even if he took the risk, he had to fight for it, otherwise the prince would die.

But who would have thought that what was originally a helpless and unintentional move could achieve this result: smaller, gentler control would actually open up a new situation of tampering with abilities or magic formulas.

The benefits that Townsend had inadvertently gained were simply more than half a lifetime of ascetic abilities for others - the flock of pigeons at Pfister's feet could testify.

"I don't believe it! You must be hiding something! Hand it over!" Bivigny has no evidence at all, he just blindly looks for confidence in Townsend, but Townsend can't speak, that's what he does, he is easy to show when he opens his mouth

After revealing the stuffing, he will be taken to the church to cut it into slices and study it slowly, right? Townsend would rather be punched to death.

Just as Townsend thought of "death", he heard the sound of wings shaking in the distance. He looked up and saw a flock of white doves rising into the sky, flying around the city in the direction of the wind.

Uh, why didn't you fly just now and wait until now?

Don't......?

Townsend silently pressed his gaze, but unexpectedly saw Pfister in the distance, he was raising one hand and pointing straight to the sky above his head. A faint pillar of light emanated from his fingers, connecting him to the zenith clouds.

"The promise of the oath, in my name, the heart of the waves—" Pfister stood straight, his face shining brightly, and his gaze piercing the heart like an ice needle: "Command—the tide!"

As soon as this command was issued, the air in the vast space once again and quickly merged and separated into layers, becoming viscous and heavy, and rushing towards the apostle with far more speed and quantity than the last time.

Townsend saw the ribbon of air in the sky, drooping, folding, accumulating, overlapping, surging, and in the silent surge, the light waves were in all directions, heaven and earth, all aimed at Bivigny.

"Domain!" the apostle laughed out loud, fearless: "I have a domain, I'm not afraid!"

"You're not afraid of the best!" Pfister sneered: "Turbulent!"

The tide rushed in, surging and overwhelming, wave after wave crashing against Bivigny—breaking through boundaries, breaking through all obstacles, rushing to Bivigny

There was no light shining on Bivigny's body, and there was no light shining in the realm

Only the black circle that had been hanging on Bivigny's body expanded again, and with a pressure that ordinary people could not bear, making it difficult for Biviny to take a step—endless waves and raging waves, rushing in all directions, tearing through his realm, crushing his defenses, and finally striking his body

At this time, Bivigny was not an apostle, but a small sampan in the wind and waves. His helpless shouts, helpless retreats, and groundless ups and downs

His close-fitting leather armor immediately cracked, splintering and turning to ash in an instant

- But Townsend, who was close at hand, didn't feel any pressure, nothing happened.

Visible wounds continued to appear on Biviny's body, as if countless invisible steel whips were frantically whipping him

With a loud bang, Bivigny's body was completely knocked into the air! Blood spurted from his mouth! A strange wound appeared on his flipping body, and various colors of light came out of it

At the same time, in the Hall of Will of the Glorious Holy City and the Divine Might, thousands of miles away, the cluster of flames representing Bivini also began to flicker violently.

Hit by the strengthened oath, Bivigny was completely blinded and simply fell into a coma. His body was rolling unconsciously—and not far away, there were people flying with him.

This person is the tireless Townsend.

He must have been curious about the fact that the wound did not bleed but only showed light. So he endured the pain all over his body and followed closely, not only seeing with his eyes, but also opening up his perception to the extreme.

In a short instant, Bivigny and his pseudo-boundaries were scanned hundreds of times by Townsend's perception

In a matter of moments, Townsend paints a three-dimensional image of the pseudo-realm in his mind—from the diffuse area at the edge to the Bivigny at the core—all of which are faithful, intuitive, detailed, and informative.

It can be said that even Bivigny has not seen himself so thoroughly, and if he had known, he would have changed the rules of perception in the pseudo-realm. Because Towngson's perception then obtained the most crucial information: the structure of the pseudo-boundary, and Bivigny's biggest secret besides the pseudo-boundary - the inner space.

The pale green mist flowed from Bivigny's body, and there were more than a dozen such positions on his body, and they were all disguised...... Biverny is covered with a church-style tattoo.

But under Townsend's powerful perceptual scanning, these disguises are useless, and instead have the effect of guiding the way.

There is a starting point and a destination, and the path in it is easy to calculate, so Townsend got a pseudo-boundary operation map. He finally knew that the realm was not built by the anomalist first, and when he used it, he put it on his body as if he were wearing clothes.

The reality is the opposite, the Anomalous Master has to use himself as a foundation to build the core before he can expand in all directions.

These things are important, but they don't shock Townsend.

The information that shocked Townsend was Bivigny's "Alien Energy Array" - he hadn't seen the Apostles have it all the time, and he wondered where Bivigny had hidden it.

Other Anomalies, such as Pfister, the lush Alien Energy Tree has been clubbing behind him, and its shape is exaggerated, even more dazzling than the old demon of Montenegro.

It was only after perceiving the wound that had been squeezed into the light that the true image was revealed. Bivigny's Source Array (as it is called in the realm of magic) was hidden inside his body! Townsend would never have believed such a thing if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

Peeking through the translucent wound, there was a large space inside, and the source array hung high in it and seemed a little empty. So Townsend felt very strange at this time: Isn't the body of the apostle a space prop? Is he a human being, and he actually makes himself look like this?

This thing is called inner space, which is the basis for comprehending boundaries or realms, and it is also the perfect place for placing energy arrays.

Bivigny's source array is a super-concentrated type.

On the front, it resembles a multi-functional folding knife, with various attributes of ability condensed into a thin and long blade shape, which can be opened and closed in different categories. On the surface of the array and blades, there are also exquisite and complex rune circuits, and the energy flows, just like the supernatural machinery in the belly of the cloud-piercing boat.

+ Passion

Even if Bivini himself is unconscious, the entire pseudo-boundary still operates on its own under the maintenance of the source array, and constantly injects abilities, constantly trying to repair it, and has a very high intelligence - a pervert like Bivini can make such a fine array?

That's not the area of specialization for neuropathy, is it?

Townsend had a lot of doubts, but at the same time he was also sober, he knew that this opportunity to peek into the inner space was rare and fleeting, so he paid full attention - and then he found two cracks in the folding knife array.

Judging from the surrounding signs, both cracks should be wounds! Because the direction of the cracks not only hinders the operation of the ability, but also cuts off many circuits - this must be a wound caused by calm and tides

Townsend finally understood the gap, which was a bit frustrating because it was far more than ten times

If it weren't for the oath wounding the apostle first, and suppressing him the whole time, he would have been finished.

Bivigny poured blood mold today, a lot of chances, but he didn't go all out from start to finish. It's really self-inflicted, he stood on the floor tile by himself, and then he was beaten all the way in a daze, and his strength dropped from heyday to fifty percent, to forty percent, and then to thirty percent, and now his strength is afraid that there are less than two percent left.

The real world is like this, there is something, there is nothing, there is not, and it is often beyond human control, but in the case of "being", it can increase or decrease the number of changes in some way, and then use this change to affect a deeper level - if the previous apostle gave people the impression of despair, then the appearance of this wound represents hope, the hope of overcoming him

Heaven is a godsend, and time is running out

Surging blood, no hesitation

"Pfister!" Townsend shouted as he flew into the sky, "Get ready!"

As he soared up, Townsend's right hand stretched out, and the power of the power rolled out of the pride wristband, condensing, compressing, condensing, and compressing in the palm of his hand. By the time he stabilized his body, the energy had turned into an arrow two meters long

The Tooth of Silence, clenched in Townsend's hand, the Ability's arrow, lightly resting on the bowstring, Townsend's gaze locked on Bivigny's body, locked onto the array of power sources in Bivigny's body.

"Just shoot the crack and tear it open, I don't want to be surprised!"

In the midst of the murmur, the wings of the dead leaves behind Townsend's shoulders vibrated slightly, and the small golden leaves flew up and over his shoulders, landing on the arrows of the ability. Starting from the tail of the arrow, the dead leaves wrap forward along the shaft of the arrow until the whole arrow is wrapped......

The arrows, which were originally shining brightly, completely turned into a brilliant golden yellow.

A dozen larger dead leaves fell downward, hovering at intervals in Townsend's chosen firing path, and then rolled up the edges of the leaves to form themselves into flat, sharp shuttle shapes.

"Her fair cheeks were filled with a pink scent," Towngson's vision began to shrink: "She turned sideways to look at me, and in her slightly inclined posture, there was a half-push and half-made temptation......"

"She is graceful and colorful, like a poem. The bowstring was pulled slowly by him: "The soft hair that curls occasionally skims her drunken eyes......"

Pfister pinched the Fruit of the Ability in his hand and waited nervously. He watched as Townsend hung high in the air, his body completely flat, the bowstring of the black bow in his hand being pulled apart and filled little by little—the golden arrow seemed to be a magical link that had connected Townsend in the air to the apostle on the ground.

Every time the black bow pulled away, the pressure on the scene increased a little

Soon, the pressure rolls in!