Like an outsider, Byron quietly watched the various people in front of him appear back and forth, talking and arguing with himself, and leaving. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sometimes, he appears high in the sky and soars freely, and the feeling is wonderful, as if he was born to fly. Sometimes, he appeared in the astral plane, and the huge steel monsters carried him, and the stars turned into streamers and retreated, and the leaping data flowed in his blood, giving him the illusion of omniscience and omnipotence.

Then, he was isolated from the ground, flanked by countless towers towering into the sky.

Waters that spilled through the clouds reached the horizon, blasting down towers and submerging the entire world in the ocean. The complicated dream faded, and he opened his eyes, and the little boy was holding a wooden water glass, and the cold fresh water that had been contained in it was sliding down Byron's face.

A little girl was pulled by the wizard and asked worriedly, "Brother Byron, are you okay?"

Byron half-sat up from the long wooden bench, and memories came to mind, Toby, Tina.

He surveyed his surroundings, the old dark gray stone walls enclosed a small room, the light of the wall lamps flickered slightly, and the room was well ventilated. Scattered clutter piled up on the other side of the room, and strangely, there were two wardrobes in the corner side by side.

The wizard opened the closet and took out a piece of clothing and threw it at Byron: "Put it on, we don't have much time." ”

The slippery black robe could cover him from head to toe, and it was extremely inconvenient to walk in such a robe, and Byron was about to ask, when two men in black robes walked in. They wear black hoods, their faces are hidden by white crow masks, and their long beaks have two reticulated round holes.

These two are crows of death, and as soon as someone in the town dies and informs the temple, they will act immediately, while the ignorant villagers will immediately shut down and keep these human deaths out.

They evolved from the Pale Order of the Sleeping Teacher, an ancient god who believed in him after the fall of the Sleepless Order.

The Pale Order has an ancient tradition of dedicating itself to the killing of harmful undead creatures that are not recognized by the Order. Believers who had lost their magic were no longer able to kill the powerful undead, and they retreated to the next best thing, intending to prevent the birth of the undead in the first place.

The mighty Pale Order held on to its past teachings for forty-three years before falling apart in the Year of the Spider Venom. They took off their priestly robes and put on robes with hoods. Take off the mask of the human face and put on the pale crow mask, and fill the beak with aromatic plants and spices to block the smell of death.

Byron immediately put his fat-coated robe over his body and stood up—the crow was not only responsible for carrying corpses in the temple, but also for dissecting them. Wizard Heideman: This is trying to dissect those walking corpses.

A few of them made their way through the dark corridor to the end room, an empty room in Fort Collins that had been converted into a private laboratory for wizarding advisors.

On the platform in the center of the room lay a male corpse, his limbs tightly tied to the four corners of the strip stone with thick yellow ropes, and the complex circle beneath him made Byron a little dizzy who wanted to identify its type, he did not recognize this rune circle.

The two dead crows placed their tools on the wooden table beside them, and Tina was already frightened and ran away, only Toby was wrapped in a black robe that was dragged on the ground and poked his brain around.

The wizard glared at the little guy helplessly, but he didn't drive him away, an eleven-year-old child was born in a poor family, and it was a rare learning opportunity for him. Heidemann had felt the feeling of thirsting for knowledge but not getting it, and there was no more painful torment in the world for a person full of curiosity.

"I'm in charge of this experiment, right?" said Heideman, in a serious tone.

The other three all nodded, indicating that there was no objection, only Toby replied angrily under the mask: "Yes!"

Hydeman curled his fingers, and the dim sconces converged and extinguished the flames. The aqua blue fluorite inlaid on the ceiling emits a soft and bright fluorescence, illuminating the body of the male walking corpse.

Fluorite, also known as fluorescent, is the main component of the night pearl. Unlike oil lamps or torches, which produce heat and black smoke that interfere with the work of mages, it has become a very popular lighting tool for mages.

"Skull saw!" The wizard stretched out his hand lightly, Byron was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to be so violent as soon as he came up, it seems that Heideman has already done an experiment.

He handed the metallic saw over, then held down the head of the walking corpse. The wizard used a skull saw to pull along the brim of the skull, horizontally.

Get busy in a small room—

The rune mage sighed, these Divine Fire Cultists were even weaker than expected, no wonder they only dared to preach in the small country in the north. Almost all of Suodan's most powerful forces were held back by him, and the city was in chaos, but the Divine Fire Cultists didn't even attack the first wall.

He looked at the two priests who were walking in the air, and for a moment his teeth were a little sore, and the smile on his face that he had been maintaining stiffened. These two silver-rank priests became more and more courageous the more they fought, and a moment ago, they even created the phantom of the Lord of Dawn in a vain attempt to shock themselves, which was really ridiculous.

The ring on his hand flickered slightly, and a half-human-tall book was held up by the mage's hand and kept flipping.

"What is he doing?" Haru panted and began to run in the sky, although the magic of volleying in the air could make people walk freely in the sky, but walking upwards was like climbing a mountain.

"That's the Iridescent Apprentice's book, the Book of Everything. Derian was also tired enough, he took a deep breath, the smooth words did not stop, and with a wave of his hand, the white light of the broken stars fell on the archers on the walls.

This magic strengthens the archers' sixth sense and allows them to focus their minds on shooting—they are distracted by the bad news coming from the city, and there is always something they worry about in their relatives and friends.

A volley slammed into the rune mage's light curtain, making a sound that made the mage, who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, put away the Book of Everything, and the stiff smile on his face became natural.

The two priests looked at each other - this mage dared to learn in battle.

The Book of Everything is just ordinary books. But the reason why it was enshrined as a sacred text by the iridescent apprentices was because it recorded the colors of all things. Theoretically, all objects that can be seen with the eyes can be simulated with brilliance, but it is impossible for people to remember so many color compositions, so they made this book.

Over the years, that group of iridescent apprentices has only done one thing: to add new content to the Book of Everything, and to constantly revise and delete it.

"He's going to cast an unfamiliar illusion, be careful. Harvey's eyes had turned into golden pupils, and his majestic voice was far away in the air.

The ordinary soldiers standing on the city wall cheered up one after another, their eyes widened, for fear that they would be confused.

The rune mage smiled and walked towards the wall.

The earth trembled slightly.

Flowers and summer leaves are clustered around him, and young green shoots sway to stretch out the growing branches.

"Calm down!" Derian roared, the earth would never be shaken by mortals, illusions had begun to affect them. A low, monotonous hum echoed in the sky, and the power of the centering song instantly pulled the people on the city walls out of the illusion. But there are more and more flowers and summer leaves, and it is pure brilliance, visual illusion.

Haru stretched out his hands, and the golden enchantment of the celestial words continued to stretch forward, blocking out the mental concussions generated by the illusion.

"Blasphemy has always been the only way to provoke believers. The rune mage seemed to be talking to himself, as if he were talking.

Derian stretched out his right hand, and opened the first page of a black-covered holy book and read the teachings on it: "O my people, listen attentively to my teachings, and incline your ears to the words that come from my mouth." ”

The magical words made the rune mage startle slightly, and a hint of anger appeared on his face, this was a variant of the rebuke technique, and the other party wanted to inspire himself - this was undoubtedly the greatest insult to the mage.

Just like the brainwashing education of the temple, every mage with a formal lineage must study theology, understand the existence of the gods, and understand their history and future. The fear of the unknown dissipated as a result, and although the mages were in awe of the gods, they were not necessarily without the idea of replacing them, and eternal life has always been the eternal dream of the creatures of the main plane.

The rune mage's ears lobed, and the inscriptions coiled around the ring were lit up by flowing magic, and the green illusory leaves became more vibrant, and the dense veins swelled slightly.

High in the sky, holy white light gathers to form a neat square, and farther away, a temple of Doric pillars rises from the ground, graceful sacred crests climb up, and rose, red, and yellow gemstones set above the temple's dome. Flying angels flew by laughing and laughing, and the melodious sound of trumpets was refreshing.

The Temple of Nature, the Dawn Domain.

Old man Derian was so excited that he could barely hold the holy book in his hand, and his cloudy eyes were filled with tears of joy, and if it weren't for Haru helping him, the old man would have fallen to his knees in front of the temple.

The soldiers on the city walls were pressed to their knees by the boundless divine power that stirred in the sky, and they shouted the name of the Lord of the Morning Sun in confusion. The holy light blessed the soldiers made them immediately recognize the divine power in the illusion, and they fell prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

As a believer in the Lady of Fortune, although he was also shocked by the establishment of the Divine Domain, he was not like Derian, who could not hold himself when he saw the holy place in his heart, and wanted to kneel down in tears.

He tore a piece of paper from his canon, held aloft the oath and roared and chanted the Word, the blue light bursting from everyone's head and shoulder—reinforcing their faith.

Derian could no longer hold the tome in his hand, and it tumbled and fell, then dissipated into the air. The soldiers were also more religious, and some plucked up courage and walked towards the Divine Domain, then fell down the walls and broke their bones.

"So, even if ordinary people have great power, they don't know how to use it, Lord Priest, I hope your god will be more cautious when choosing believers next time. The rune mage shook his head, and the rune leaping in his hand leaped out.