The casters did not miss a single detail, and the two monks entered the Inquisition, which was littered with dumped skeletons and stinking corpses, and even the acolytes would not enter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

They walked to the edge of the pool of blood, and even knocked down several crosses with human skins as they walked, and the chains of the barbed shook in the wind and swayed slightly.

The monks were amazed to find a full, gray-robed body sitting on the edge of a pool of blood.

He had black hair, his eyes closed, his face pale in the sun, but spotless, and his body motionless, like a dead body.

"It seems to be a living person. ”

"I think I've seen it somewhere. ”

The monks had only seen Odin in the portrait of the Proclamation, and the Sanctuary portrayed him as a dark sorcerer with unknown spells, a heretic who sold his soul to the devil.

Before they could get closer, Odin suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, startling the two acolytes.

"You're finally here. The Grey-robed Warlock whispered.

Before the monk could react, they didn't even have time to shrink their dilated pupils when a cloud of dark red flames enveloped them, instantly rising to the height of a man, burning silently in the air.

Odin's original power is the illusion of extinguishing fire, and although it looks like fire, it is actually a completely different power from fire. When Odin's body is weak, because he can't control the power of the source well, he exposes various characteristics of fire, such as temperature, light, heat, and so on.

Now that Odin has absorbed the power of the Fountain, the human body has been strengthened and can exhibit some of the solid properties of phantom extinguishing fires—devouring and destroying the formal causes of matter, turning ordered things into disorder.

Macrocosm refers to the elimination of concrete objects, the neutralization of elemental and physical attacks, and the disregard for all elemental resistances, such as the Templar's sword. Because in essence, the illusion extinguishing is not a spell element.

Of course, he was also able to control the fire elemental characteristics of the power of the Origin - such as temperature.

It looked like the two monks were burning, but in fact the temperature around them did not rise, and they did not even experience the burning sensation.

The monk was just in a sea of dark red, struggling desperately, feeling like he was being scattered from body to soul, until finally consciousness disappeared, and then completely annihilated in the air.

The gray-robed warlock stood up, the sunlight reflected his skin white, his black eyes and black hair were particularly dazzling, and the mage robe behind him bulged slightly, which was a precursor that the membranous wings were about to rush out of the spine, using the power of the origin to urge the production of demon auxin.

"It's too much trouble for them to spread around, and we still have to find a way to bring everyone together. The warlock muttered to himself, and a piece of golden glass was engulfed in dark red flames.

Odin walked to the Place Saint-Louis-Zeit, and he was alone in the empty square.

Several Sanctuary soldiers spotted him and immediately became vigilant, the Templar drew his sword, and the monk raised his staff, and before he could speak, spell light began to ripple above Odin's head.

Odin closed his eyes, the power of the source seeping out from all around his body, and he keenly caught the form of the floating spell element, scattering all the beams of power that had not yet gathered.

At this time, there was a scene that surprised everyone - the circle graphics projected by the staff around Odin began to gradually become vain, then dimmer and dimmer, and finally disappeared like steam!

The monks had never encountered such a situation before - their magical power seemed to have vanished out of thin air! There seemed to be a gravitational field around this strange gray-robed man, absorbing all the elemental light patterns, but the other party had neither chanted a spell nor cast a spell!

It's so weird! It's like you throw a shot put into the air and the shot put disappears before your eyes!

"Who are you?"

The Imperial army entered the city of Pariva without any obstacles, and the city was deserted except for the ordinary-looking gray-robed warlock, which made one have to be cautious.

The Sanctuary Army quickly arrived, forming the Grey-robed Men in a circle, with the Templars standing in front of them, protecting the caster from elemental attacks.

And the Imperial soldiers, hearing the commotion, also calmed down from the revelry and gathered towards the Place Saint-Louis-Zeit. Soon, the small square was densely packed with soldiers, armor and long swords reflecting a blinding light.

"Someone you know. ”

Faced with an enemy with no end in sight, Odin stood in the center and replied in a cold tone, as if dissatisfied that they had blocked out the sun.

"The Prime Minister should know me, and everyone who has participated in the Midsummer Festival should know me. ”

Soon there were only three steps left around Odin, but he didn't care.

He paid no attention to the people's expressions—stunned, defensive, angry, or whether they intended to attack him immediately.

Many people recall that during the Midsummer Festival, it seems that one of the Rigolettos burned the entire glittering wooden palace to ashes, and this was just one of the after-shows of the festival. At the time, people could not see his face clearly, and at the same time panicked by a massacre that shocked the whole country.

He looked into the distance, not far from the crowd, and raised his voice: "Prime Minister, long time no see. I am now going to fulfill the promise I made in the Golden Palace. ”

Soon, a path parted in the crowd, and the red-haired, green-eyed Prime Minister walked towards the Grey-robed Warlock, surrounded by guards. His eyebrows were on the verge of fire, and his eyes were on the verge of fire, and it was clear that the warlock's words had insulted him.

"Aha, the rister who threatens to defend the traitors and defend Haysar-Larsen!" Elio pushed away the guards beside him, drew his sword, and tried to rush forward to impale the warlock's chest.

Odin still stood still, looking at him with a smirk, as if the Prime Minister had drawn not a steel sword, but a wooden stick.

"It was also the one who sent a secret letter for the Inquisition to slaughter the nobles. ”

This sentence was like a thunderclap, causing everyone present to be in an uproar.

The Midsummer Massacre plunged the empire into a white-terror, which set the whole country in flames, the nobles panicked, and the major powers swelled.

Everyone believed that this terrible catastrophe was a brutal plot by the Queen Mother Lelia to consolidate her power, but when the truth came out of the mouth of the Grey Warlock, people subconsciously thought that he was lying.

How could an unidentified prisoner, who had never been seen in the towers of imperial power, allow the Inquisition to intervene in a political struggle?!

However, in the remote southern battlefield, an ordinary warlock claiming to be from the imperial capital and telling the details of that disaster is creepy enough.

The insider suddenly felt that he had been caught up in a huge conspiracy that had been carefully prepared from the beginning of his participation in the Southern Expedition.

And the mastermind of this conspiracy stood without fear before a thousand well-armed troops - perhaps he was only the tip of the iceberg, an unknown force surging under their feet. (To be continued.) )