"What did you do to Councilor Winter?"

Archer Blaze took a deep breath, his tone somewhere between questioning and questioning – all in all, as unfriendly as ever.

Levi chuckled and slowly walked away from the ice sculpture, "I don't have to answer your question, do I, Miss Firebrier?" ”

Archer did not have the slightest self-consciousness as a weakling, and continued to ask: "Has your true body already come?" ”

Levi said unceremoniously, "What do you say?" ”

Ignoring the gnashing of his teeth, Archer stared in the direction of the pillar of light, thinking in his mind about the final steps of the plan.

Although he had put together a forbidden spell, he was still unsure if he could match the Sage, so he should try to avoid head-on confrontation with the others. Then again...... If it weren't for the countless days and nights spent in the Library Tower and the Alchemy Room, where he understood magic thoroughly and thoroughly, he would never have been able to turn the forbidden spell into reality in a short period of time.

At the moment, the most hesitant thing for Levi is - should he enter the pillar of light?

Just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura.

The chant was completed in an instant, and three stone round shields condensed in front of Levi's body, and the shields quickly joined and overlapped together, leaving no gaps, like a delicate work of art.

The source of his threat came from a whizzing arrow that instantly shot closer, and the moment the arrow hit the rock shield, the medium defensive magic called [Triple Guardian] immediately collapsed, fragile as a stack of paper, disintegrating into countless scattered rock fragments.

It had happened so quickly that the arrow had pierced Levi's chest, and blood and flesh splattered out, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.

Seeing that Nevenmor's defenses were destroyed in an instant, Archer immediately began to chant medium magic [fledgling], but she was only halfway through chanting when she found that the roots of the plants in the Demon Palace had become thick and powerful, frantically absorbing magical power, and rapidly multiplying in her veins.

The parasitic seed is activated.

"He's alive!"

Archer gave up chanting with a painful expression, and she sat on her knees, a large mouthful of blood spitting out of her mouth.

The attacker who shot the deadly arrow, Hill Manvenlin, appeared on the roof of the side of the street. Seeing Archer subdued by a strange spell, Silver Hime immediately drew a second arrow and aimed it at Nevenmor's black hood, intending to pierce his head.

As long as the caster dies, the magic will naturally fail.

Levi didn't expect his defenses to be almost useless, but from the very beginning, he carefully set up counter-magic [Flesh Remodeling], and the reason why he chose this animal-based magic was purely because his theoretical system was temporarily focused on the realm of natural magic.

As if time and space had gone back in time, the strands of flesh and blood that had been stripped from his body floated back to their original places, as if his body had never been pierced by sharp arrows.

Determined not to give Silver Hime more opportunities to shoot such terrifying arrows, Levi flew diagonally with his levitation technique while throwing out three low-level magic [Poisoned Spears] - and after doing so, he didn't even look at the results of the magic and applied two stacks of counter-magic [Deadwood Buds] and [Shattered Stone Statue] to himself.

Hill rolled twice in quick succession to dodge three flying spears, which were hard spears surrounded by twisted vines that smashed the roof tiles, and the tips of the spears were dripping with purple venom and looked terrifying.

She felt blood from the wound on her chest due to the large movement, but she still pulled the bowstring hard and shot the arrow in her hand.

Realizing that the arrow was shooting accurately and swiftly into his flight trajectory, Levi chanted the simple but slightly weak [Ripple Shield], and the water curtain opened, and the arrow landed on the soft water, bursting into a small cloud of ice crystals, and then lost its effect and fell from mid-air.

This time, Silver Ji's arrows were clearly not as powerful as before.

Without time to think about the reason, Levi launched a series of attacks with the cover of the remaining half of the Ripple Shield:

The lower magic [Rock Chains] summoned a long, quaint chain of stone, which emerged from around Ciel, and quickly climbed up her limbs, winding around her.

Medium magic [Ugly Vines] swooped down from under the tiles, nearly ten bucket-thick turquoise vines encircling Ciel in the middle, while whipping her with disgusting scarred tentacles.

Medium magic [Mousetraps] appeared out of thin air on either side of Ciel's body, and they were two stone gates, the inside of which was covered with hideous stone spikes, and the two doors locked Ciel in the middle like a big mouth, and then slammed shut!

Ciel Manvenlin reacted quickly, smashing the unsturdy chains with her dragonhorn bow and leaping through the cracks in the ugly vines with dexterity, but before she could dodge the spiked stone door that was about to close—she drew an arrow and aimed it at Nevenmor's head.

Killing the caster is the only way to survive.

Two black streaks appeared under her eyes.

She knew her "luck" had been triggered when the arrow came out of the string, and the arrow was fired at the enemy faster than usual, and the air twisted in a visible arc without a single sound of breaking through the air.

Quiet, and deadly.

The rippling shield in front of Levi was like a joke, instantly exploding into a large white splash, and the next thing that was followed was the head under his cloak, which was shot open, but instead of red and white blood and brains, it was a sloppy mass of wooden thorns.

Seeing this, Hill knew he had lost.

The fluttering cloak on Nevenmor's body suddenly froze, and its body turned into a whole rotten wood carving inch by inch, and a tender green seedling poked out of the broken head of the wood carving, and it flew into the air, turning into a mass of vibrant branches and buds during the flight, and then quickly coalesced into a human form—

Levi floated in mid-air, looking down at Hill, the female general sandwiched between two stone doors, sharp and dense stone thorns against her neck, chest, waist and hips, and small wisps of blood flowing from her body.

Instead of closing the trap completely, he left a gap that left Silver Ji suffering from some non-lethal suffering and unable to move. Looking at Ciel's pale cheeks, Levi's heart could not be calm for a long time, and just now he clearly saw two vertical marks flashing on her face.

No one is more familiar than him with this tattoo-like symbol, which has a hidden meaning of "untying", from an ancient tradition in the forests of Chamel.

Silver Ji is the daughter of [Duke of the Mountain] Cleverford Manwenlin, the Grand Duke who was stripped of his title and sentenced to death is a 100% Odryk, how can his daughter have the blood of Shamer?

In any case, at least now it can be confirmed that Hill Manwenlin is Archer's accomplice.

"General Hill!" Archer struggled to stand up, she clutched her lower abdomen, and the red stamens on her shoulders seemed to become more colorful, "Please stop, don't fight again." ”

Hill felt like he had been stabbed with numerous knives, and although the stab was not deep, it was very painful. Her silver-gray armor had probably turned into a sieve, and her left hand still held the bow, but her right hand was stuck on the other side of her body, unable to move a bit.

She gritted her teeth and stared at Nevenmor in mid-air, a strand of silver hair on her face.

"I have no ill will, Silver Hime." Levi gathered his thoughts and said slowly, "But there's something special about the way you greet you. ”

Ciel leaned on his side, flickering between the narrow gaps between the two stone doors. She ignored Nevenmor and asked Archer directly, "Who is he and why are you with him, Athena?" ”

Archer, who had been wearing a human skin* mask, glanced at Nevenmor and saw that she was unresponsive, before explaining to Ciel, "He is a great mage named Nevenmor, and I ...... intends to work with him. ”

"Cooperation? It doesn't look like this. Hill said coldly.

"If you don't want to cooperate, I don't have a problem with that." Levi spread his hands and said, "And I don't think Miss Athena showed much sincerity. ”

He did not expose the identity of "Athena", but tactfully pointed out that Archer had bad intentions in the battle just now.

Archer hesitated, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Nevenmor...... I used a triggerworm, but I didn't want to go back on cooperating, it was a misunderstanding. ”

Nevenmor snorted noncommittally, acquiescing to her claim, but did not remove the mousetrap from Ciel.

Archer said to Hill on the roof, "I met Lord Nevenmor in the Tower of Nothingness, she used the slate map to activate the Himeling, she knows this place very well - besides, not counting His Excellency Nevenmor, there are still two Sages in the current Himeling, you should have seen that even the Winter Councilor has fallen in battle." ”

She paused and said, "General Hill, the situation is not optimistic, and we don't have much choice. ”

Listening to Archer's words, Hill Manwenlin's face did not have any expression, only a slight flickering look in her eyes indicating that she was thinking, and she was used to making decisions in silence.

Levi looked at her without saying a word, knowing full well that this was a choice that had no choice: to cooperate with a Sage with no malice, or to fight with this Sage without any chance of victory—even a madwoman like Archer Blaze had chosen to compromise, and it was not difficult for Silver Ji to give a reasonable answer.

"I don't want to waste time, the depths of the Jiling have been open for a long time."

Nevenmor lifted a finger, and the two traps disintegrated into a pile of rubble, disintegrating in an instant.

Suddenly freed from her restraints, Ciel almost fell, and she was half-kneeling on the roof, not saying a word. As Levi expected, Silver Ji did not stubbornly attack, but tacitly accepted the cooperative relationship.

At this time, she was covered in blood, and the calf of her left leg was completely pierced by a stone thorn, and she looked very embarrassed.

"What do you want, Nevenmor?"

Silver Ji asked, the question was simple and straightforward, but it went straight to the core.

Nevenmor's black cloak fluttered in the wind, her tone slightly sarcastic, and a deep voice came from the shadows under her hood in reply—

"In search of the original knowledge."

Under the deep blue starry sky, the Gole general, Murom, and a berserker they met walked towards the pillar of light.

"Isn't it strange that we haven't met a single person after we've been walking for a long time, Lord Murom?"

The berserker tied his round shield tighter, his tomahawk reflecting the pale buildings on the side of the road.

"Either dead, or already in." Shaped like a huge ball of meat, Mulrom replied simply.

The Berserker said with some concern, "Or a lot of Lord Seth waiting for us in the depths." ”

Mulom's brown sideburns twitched with his lips, "Don't worry about Dorset, that guy can even kill a Sage...... He's a man who has devoted himself to a demonic contract. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the heavy warhammer in his hand, turned around and smashed it behind him.

A sharp edge of ice was smashed to pieces by a hammer.

"Audrick's sheep have come back after escaping?"

Mulrom laughed and looked up at Evans, the court magician in mid-air.

Poor Evans spent a lot of time setting up [Liquid Shell] and [Snowman] for himself before chasing here, but even so, he shuddered at the sight of the two blood-stained warhammers.

"Look here, Gore."

A slouchy voice rang out from above Mulrom's head, followed by a brilliant flame falling like a meteor and smashing into Mulrom's head.

As a battle-hardened general, Mul quickly raised his hammer above his head to block the flames, which seemed to hide a blade of sword.

As the flames dissipated, a swordsman of the Guards in a golden cloak fell from mid-air, his sword wrapped in the flaming flames. With his long, slightly curly chestnut hair and deep green eyes, he was none other than the mysterious Bunier Lang.

"Alchemy weapons?" The berserker looked at the flaming sword in Bunir's hand.

"No, it's just an ordinary long sword." "He's a contract warrior. ”

This is a relatively off-the-beaten-path term.

Whether in Oderick or Gole, the warriors on the continent are conventionally divided into four categories: ordinary warriors; Origin Warriors; Bloodline Warriors; Contract Warrior.

Ordinary warriors, by virtue of sheer skill and training, are the most common and ordinary type of people.

The Origin Warriors have broken through the limits of "warriors" and carved out their own powers, and their numbers are extremely rare. Becoming an Origin Warrior is equivalent to advancing to the Sage rank, but a Warrior who ascends to the Sage does not necessarily qualify as an Origin Warrior.

The descendants of the Origin Warriors have a chance to inherit the origin characteristics of their ancestors, and are called [Bloodline Warriors], this type of warrior is born with relatively weak origin powers, but has a slim chance of being promoted to the level of their ancestors - the Goller royal family is the inheritor of the [Tyrant] bloodline.

The last type of warrior is the [Contract Warrior] who combines with external forces through various contracts, and this type of warrior is difficult to distinguish and classify, because the contracts they make are different, some people are combined with necromancy, some people are combined with alien beasts, and some are even combined with holy relics...... Among the famous representatives are the Marquis of Viper and the Duke of Splendour.

Able to create flames out of thin air, Buniel Lang was clearly a contract warrior, but it was difficult for outsiders to know what he had made a contract with unless he spoke himself.

"You have a good eye, General Mulrom." Bunnier's graceful figure owes him an Oderick courtesy, "But unfortunately, I've only signed half a contract—but that's enough." ”

As soon as Bunir's words fell, Mulrom felt his forehead become hot.

A fist-sized flame appeared above his brow, hovering over Mulom's forehead, and although it was not too hot, it did not cause the slightest substantial damage, which was unpredictable.

Seeing that the General was haunted by strange mysteries, the Berserker immediately threw his battle axe, the blade of which spun at high speed and slashed at Buniel's head.

Bunir's posture was brisk, and he leaned over the swirling battle axe and slammed into the Mulrom on tiptoe, the flames of his sword growing hotter.

Mulrom tried to extinguish the flames above his head with his hands, but was unsuccessful, so he ignored the inexplicable flames and picked up his hammer and rushed towards Bunir.

The hammer slammed down, and the sword slashed out - and as the two figures staggered, a splash of blood splattered on Bunir's blade, and a deep wound was cut on Mulrom's chest, and the blood instantly stained his leather armor.

Murom felt that the blade of Bunir's sword was extraordinary, he had never seen such a strange force, only that his arm was very sore, and the hammer in his hand became heavier.

"What the hell is this fire?"

Mulorom turned around angrily, not caring about the injuries on his body, and smashed two hammers into Bunier's chest.

Bunir raised his sword to block, but the strange power of the Mulorom also bothered him greatly, and he was swept away by the massive warhammer, and the blade was covered with fine cracks.

The Wizard Evans chanted a wall of ice, separating the Berserker from the Mulrom on the other side, buying Bunir time to tumble to his feet, but it was short-lived, the wall of ice was easily torn apart by a raging warhammer, and skull-sized pieces of ice were scattered to the ground.

"You're a good opponent."

Bunier swung his sword, a look of excitement on his face.

"And you're nice bolognese!" Mulrom strode towards his enemy, his fighting spirit burning louder than the flames of Bunir.

At this moment, the buildings on the side of the street suddenly cracked, and countless bricks and rubble flew out—

Evans stared down in amazement, and he even stopped chanting halfway through the spell.

None of the people present had ever seen such a large creature.

It was a giant python with a turquoise body, its body covered with narrow purple stripes, its cold eyes the size of a baby, and its trunk thicker than the waist of a mullom, and its tail could not even be seen at first glance...... Even such a behemoth was covered in bruises, lilac blood soaked the streets, and palm-sized snake scales were everywhere.

"It's ...... Fierce venomous snake? Touched, Bunier lowered the flaming sword in his hand, "But I've never seen a snake of this size. ”

Monty pythons crisscross the middle of the street, separating the mlom and bunir on either side of the body.

Even the fierce Mulrom temporarily put down the war hammer in his hand, he stared at the giant python, which was countless times larger than himself, and said suspiciously, "What is it that hurts this monster like this?" ”

The magician Evans struggled to resist the urge to run away, unwilling to think about the question raised by Murom.

"It's her ......"

Something that shocked everyone happened again, this giant python that looked like it was dying opened its bloody mouth and spat out people's mouths.

"This voice ......," Exclaimed Evans, as if remembering something, "are you a highly toxic councilor?" ”

As if to confirm his words, the python's body squirmed, its snake body shrunk one by one, and in a few breaths it shrank into a humanoid of normal size, revealing a hook-nosed man in a tattered brown robe.

The true body of the python is none other than [Ring of Poison] - Arthur Lister.

At this time, the Supreme Magister Arthur looked embarrassed, his face was covered in blood, and his left arm was missing, and half of his clothes were soaked with blood.

"Magician?" With a gloomy face, Mulrom raised his hammer, intending to smash his head.

"I wouldn't have done it if I were you, Gole."

Arthur glanced at Murom, and as soon as he said this, he coughed bitterly, and the blood in his mouth continued to gush out as if it had burst an embankment, wetting the placket of his chest.

"Give me a reason not to kill you." As if hearing something extremely absurd, Mulrom sneered and took a step forward.

Bunier also raised his sword and took a step forward with a smile on his face, and the atmosphere became tense again.

Arthur couldn't stop coughing up blood, and just as he was about to say something, a voice sounded in mid-air—

"The reason you don't need to kill him is that I'm going to kill all of you."

Rose-red rings bloomed in the void, and a black-veiled Hidden Lady appeared above everyone's heads, looking down at everyone present, her eyes containing a pink glow.

She clutched a bloody severed arm in her hand.

"Sage?"

Bunier raised his head and stared at the figure of the Hidden Lady, a flash of fire flashing in his usually lazy green pupils, and his eyes suddenly became fanatical.

The Lady of Mystery stretched out her slender fingers, and a rosy blade of light appeared in front of her fingertips, and she was about to speak when she suddenly sensed something.

"It's a coincidence." She frowned, "It's a bit of a struggle, but let's solve it all together." ”

Listening to her whispered to herself, everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.

In front of the huge pillar of light, Levi's, wearing a black cloak, walked at the front of the group, while Archer silently followed behind with Ciel, who was covered in injuries.

Just as the three of them were infinitely close to the pillar of light, a rosy circle of light suddenly appeared from the void, and countless dark pink arcs of light spread out, enveloping them—

The rose-red circle of light engulfed the three of them like a huge pocket, and then the circle quickly shrank into a single dot and disappeared into the deep blue nothingness.

The pale streets became empty.

("When weak enemies are scattered and fleeing, I prefer to gather them together and obliterate them.") —The Hidden Record)

("Sometimes I can't help but think that God had put the ropes on her body so that the terrible force would not destroy everything.") —Catalogue of Origins)