"Civilization has never been a gift from the superior, Auschwitz ......" Maurice waved his wand without showing weakness, and his robe was windless, "it is far greater than you think, they are the crystallization of countless centuries of wisdom of the ancestors of this world, no one wants to take them away from me, not even gods!"

"In that case, then I have no choice but to punish you, sinful heretic, in the name of God the Father!" Auschwitz, holding his silver sword aloft, slashed at Maurice in the air, and the white light of judgment fell from the sky, and the tremendous energy almost swallowed everything around him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Not good!" Marven secretly exclaimed in his heart, and wanted to get up to rescue Master Maurice, but suddenly found that he was completely unable to move, and in a blink of an eye, he found that the space around the square was almost static, and only the movement of the archangel Auschwitz raising his sword slowly came into his eyes.

"Distort time and space!" Marven couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, this archangel Auschwitz's full sword had completely surpassed the extreme of speed and reached the point of distorting time and space, this seemingly slow sword, but it was completely unavoidable!

"Boom!" Before Marven could react, a powerful energy that almost destroyed the world spread from the sky above the square, and Marven only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was unconscious.

I don't know how long it took for Marven to wake up slowly, and when he looked up and opened his eyes, he saw that the entire square had turned into rubble, and a rickety figure was coughing violently beside him.

"Master Morris, are you alright?" Marven quickly struggled to get up and hugged the old man beside him, "What about those angels? Have they all been defeated?"

"Hmm. Morris nodded weakly, but there was no trace of victory on his face, "They were killed by the forbidden magic array I laid beforehand, hehe...... This can be regarded as avenging the expeditionary corps of the Dark Horse Empire thousands of years ago...... Ahem...... "Before he finished speaking, the archmagister's chest rose and fell, coughing incessantly, he covered his mouth with his hands, and almost coughed out his lungs.

"Master, you ......" Marven choked in his throat and soon became speechless, and red blood continued to ooze from between Morris's fingers.

"Old man, I should have come here earlier!" Suddenly, I heard a strange scream, and an unkempt middle-aged uncle rushed to Morris's side, and Marven fixed his eyes to see that it was a martial spirit who had not been seen for many days.

A slightly immature voice behind him struck unceremoniously: "Uncle, it's useless even if you rush over! They are high-ranking angels sent by the divine realm, and your spirit can only be bombarded in front of those strong enemies, and if you don't do it, you will drag down the master." ”

Zhang Feng ...... Thank goodness you're okay. Seeing Zhang Feng running over in a hurry, Marven couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Old man Morris, are you seriously injured?, why did you shed so much blood!" Seeing the Grand Magister constantly coughing up blood, Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly turned red, "You won't die, I still want you to continue to guide me in magic......"

"Hehe, it's not a big deal, people, they will always die. Morris smiled weakly, touched Zhang Feng's head, and said with a smile on his face: "The little guy is not bad! Although the talent is not outstanding, but he can break through to the realm of middle-level magicians with diligence and hard work, it seems that the Xia clan will have one more excellent magician in the future, and the revival of this ancient nation is hopeful......"

"Are you really okay, old man?" The martial soul was still not at ease, and asked repeatedly: "I am afraid that the one who can hurt you is still a big man in the God Realm!"

"Hehe, it's just a little wounded, not enough to worry about. Morris stood up proudly, but his face was still as pale as paper, "It's been more than a thousand years, and that guy at Auschwitz hasn't grown much, and this kind of renegade villain is only worthy of being a useless lackey!"

With the support of everyone, Morris had just taken two steps, and suddenly as if he remembered something, he stopped, solemnly took out a blood-red scroll from the storage ring, and handed it to Marven with trembling hands.

"This is ......" Marven took it with both hands, feeling that the paper red scroll seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

"This is the map of the ancient ruins, which shows almost all the civilizations in Middle-earth. Maurice let out a long sigh and shook his head: "Drawing this map was a top-secret task given to me by His Royal Highness the Dark Horse King, but unexpectedly, the news was leaked by that traitor, and now these ruins have almost become the fat meat coveted in the eyes of the gods......

"Master, this is your life's work, and I ...... it," Marven hurriedly returned the scroll to Morris's hands.

"Take it, Xia people. Morris didn't stretch out his hand to pick it up, and sighed: "These relics of ancient civilization are the most precious treasure of our Middle-earth world, it belongs to all races on the continent, and no one, including the gods of the god realm, should not want to touch it!" Speaking of excitement, Morris coughed a few more times, and after his face calmed down, he said seriously: "The relics of the ancient civilization, most of them are still the masterpieces left by the ancestors of your Xia people, the Xia civilization has been silent for more than ten thousand years, and now, it is time to revive...... Morris slowly walked out of the ruined square.

"When I am away, you have to protect them for me, the common spiritual wealth of this world ......"

"Yes, Master. Marven held the scroll in his hand tightly and said firmly: "I promise you, under no circumstances will I tell the whereabouts of any ancient ruins!"

"It's good that you have the determination, but it's not enough. Morris shook his head slightly, his face full of worry.

"Although I killed the archangel under the throne of the god of light, the divine realm will not give up, and besides, the believers of the gods are all over the continent, and they have hands and eyes to the sky, and it is only a matter of time before they find the whereabouts of those ancient ruins......" Morriston paused, and said word by word, "So, you have to rush ahead of them and transfer and protect all the ancient ruins!"

Turning a street, Maurice's courtyard was already in sight, and the people at the entrance of the street spotted the hobbling Grand Magister, and quickly erupted into bursts of enthusiastic cheers.

"Wise man, wise man!"

"Thank goodness, the wise man is still here!

The proximity of the War of Religion made the inhabitants of the entire city of Brut panic and sleepless, and the sudden appearance of light and explosions in the center of the square made them completely panic, but the appearance of the wise man at this moment gave everyone hope for peace.

"Wise man, I will do my best!", in order to keep his voice from being drowned out by the wave of cheers, Marven had to cast a amplification magic on himself, and his deep and calm voice drowned out all the noise at the entrance of the street.

"Wise man, we will do our best!" The crowd around them called out together, and in an instant, a loud voice completely resounded throughout the sky of Brut City.