"Stop this mage!" shouted the priest of the God of Murder, "Before he finishes the spell!"

After saying that, he rushed forward first and poured his divine power on his fist. The room was not large, only five steps away from the mage, but it seemed like an insurmountable obstacle.

There were no obstacles, but the air was as viscous as a swamp. The priest was slowed down after only one step, and he couldn't even step down on the second step. Later, the soldiers and Assassins who rushed in were in the same predicament, they were like worms stuck in a spider's web, unable to move at all.

Siegel stood in the center of the room, summoning the elemental forces around him, summoning them from the soil, rock formations, and ocean to his side. The energy he had absorbed from all these sources flowed through his body, forming incantation after spell that was ready to be unleashed. Like a whirlpool in the middle of the sea, everything around him seemed to be sucked into him. Those who are fixed in the air feel this way, and as they sink deeper and deeper, the sense of oppression grows stronger.

Normal elemental levels are suitable for the growth of all things, but when the elemental levels are too high, it will have a suffocation-like effect, which is harmful to all living organisms. The servants of the god of murder are in this state, unable to move, unable to breathe, and literally suffocating to death in high concentrations of water and earth, while feeling the two most terrible near-death sensations: drowning and being buried alive.

Siegel's voice began again, this time clearly and slowly, reciting every word of the incantation. The priests of the God of Murder finally understood, and it was an ode to elemental power, just as they did to the God of Murder.

A hand was lowered. Ping pointed ahead. Then the spell kicks in. A burst of green acid squirted out. Corrode and dissolve everything in front of you. The flesh and blood could not stop the monster formed by the mixing of earth and water elements, and twelve monsters made of acid were created, shouting and jumping towards the passage of the stronghold.

They combine the characteristics of both elements, a flexible inner and a hard shell. These monsters have long, thin heads, pointed mouths full of jewel-sharp teeth. They use their elongated limbs to drive their streamlined bodies and their long tails to maintain their balance. Assassins also had a hard time matching their physical dexterity, and elemental creatures had special senses that made it easy to spot hidden foes. But the most troublesome thing is another property: once this monster is injured, the acid in its body will spew out. It's hard for attackers to have time to dodge.

These silver-gray elemental monsters were the first wave of scouts to go out to find their way, and their form didn't last long, and they all eventually turned into acid bombs. With the exception of single-element organisms, only four-element aggregates are stable for a long time. However, for a spellcaster with high mana, both stability and instability can be used as weapons.

Siegel stepped through the acid all over the ground, unaffected, but everything around him melted: the floor, the walls, all sorts of debris, or the corpses of monsters bitten to death. I believe that the movement here will attract the attention of the Holy One of Murder, but I don't know if he will go to the elves or himself, but as long as he doesn't go to Yao and them.

Taking out the scroll of the Limited Prayer Technique, Siegel blessed a dagger with: "Seal: Divine Body". If you can hurt him with a dagger. This solves the Sage's most troublesome physical resistance and recovery ability, which are supported by divine energy. Siegel has been looking for a way to deal with the Sage, but he didn't expect that the solution was all around him.

Siegel took out a fire elemental and a gas elemental rune guard. And activated them here. Due to the size of the channel, the element can only maintain a large size, so it is not very powerful. Siegel arranged for them to defend themselves one after the other, in case of a surprise attack by the Assassins.

There are indeed people who have tried this, and there is more than one. Often, when Siegel turned his head or was slightly attracted by something, an Assassin would leap up to him. The timing was very good, but the action was still stupid. A mage who is heavily defended by defensive spells is not a stake, even if the dagger is only a few inches away from the skin of the body, it is still impassable. There can be six or seven different spell barriers in these few inches of space, how can an ordinary dagger penetrate them all?

Lightning bolted from Siegel's fingertips, striking the Assassin's head with precision. A puff of green smoke rises, and death comes. When all the servants of the god of murder saw this, they threw down their weapons and turned and fled. Siegel let them go, because fear would help him spread the word and guide him in the right direction.

Instead of running to the surface, he went deeper. Perhaps these people already knew the news of the elven army's attack and were trying to make their way to the teleportation array. Of course, they may also be heading to other secret exits, or even to the garbage dumps at the bottom of the sea. Siegel picked a direction based on his instincts, and headed that way.

He was confronted by a group of gelatinous warriors.

It feels good to finally be a mage, and you don't have to find a way to use all kinds of sword techniques in hand-to-hand combat, you just need to call on the power of the elements. Red, purple, and black flames erupted continuously, creating colorful flashes of light in the passage. The scorching heat melted the rock, and naturally melted the thin sheet of iron and the gummy monster beneath it. "These things are really useless. Siegel said more than once, "If it's a real knight, how can he try to use the tower shield as a cover, and then use a ranged weapon to fight back." These tin men only use swords, and they are purely for decoration!"

When the raid began, the stronghold was in disarray, but it didn't last long. Fear and chaos can trigger the bombing of the camp, but the servants of the god of murder are neither afraid of death nor discarding chaos. Regardless of whether their training was able to stop the intruders, they finally reorganized and regained control of the situation.

"Lord Dorne, outside the manor is the army of the elves, who have teleported three ancient war trees, which have blocked Duke Kebe's army and suppressed it inside the castle. The manor didn't last long, and the elves would rush down. ”

Dorn wasn't good at commanding on the battlefield, but he also knew that if he couldn't stop the elves, the entire stronghold would soon be taken over and all glory would be gone. "Send all the fighters and resist every step. The elves can't spread their forces in the passage, and we still have a numerical advantage. After the spiral passage, there is the Great Cave. Set up your position and take all the ranged weapons out of the warehouse!"

"But the warehouse has been destroyed, and we are left with the small stock of the barracks. A mage from nowhere blows up the lab and then summons a troll in the warehouse. We have not found Mr. Reese's whereabouts, and I am afraid that he will be more than lucky. ”

"Mage, let Priest Cornon deal with it, he doesn't claim to be the most knowledgeable against spellcasters, and he has the best record in the Elven Forest. Dorn grabbed the servants beside him, and a crazy look flashed in his eyes: "Ring the alarm bell and let the comrades of the Solidarity Society come to support." ”

"Those are untrained farmers and craftsmen, what's the use of coming?"

"Their sacrifice can slow down the elves' advance, which is naturally useful. Dorn said, "Prepare the teleportation array and ask for help from other strongholds." ”

"But ......" The servant hesitated, but nodded his head and accepted the order. On his way out, he knocked out Regis, a young man who had done well on his last few missions and had made his way to the stronghold to train ground. The servant pointed him in the direction of the teleportation array, and then headed to the secret passage to ring the alarm bell of the town's Unity Society.

Regis nodded, but didn't go to the teleportation array. He is to serve Siegel and will no longer be under the control of the Temple of Murder. He touched the dagger hidden in his sleeve and stared patiently at Dorne, who was giving orders.

Siegel continued to advance through the passage, and everywhere he went was death. The fire elemental rushing ahead swings its fist, smashing door after door, and then rushes in to destroy the enemies hidden within. Siegel would sometimes throw a few fireballs into it - which would not hurt the fire elemental anyway - and would essentially empty a room.

He passed several bedrooms, a dining hall and two storage rooms, and not far in front of him was a prayer room with the sacred emblem of murder. In front of the altar where candles were lit, a burly man in full-body armor was kneeling on the ground, praying intently. His one-handed crossbow and large shield rested at his feet, and a heavy mace hung from his waist. He heard the sound of the fire elemental burning, and he stood up, smiling strangely with his toothless mouth.

"Come and die, little mage. He hung his shield on his arm, picked up his crossbow, and looked at Siegel for a long time: "There is no place for you to be wild in front of the power of the god of murder. ”

No elemental power could be felt from him, and the fire elemental didn't want to rush at all. Siegel probably understood what was going on, but still ordered the fire elemental to charge. The flames that swept past howled, waving bright and passionate arms, and then extinguished five meters in front of the man, leaving only the elemental rune core to fall to the ground.

"This is the good thing of Heim Collar, a rune warrior with tens of thousands of gold coins. The man aimed his crossbow at Siegel and said, "I'm Kornon, and they call me the Mage Killer." ”

As soon as his voice fell, he activated the crossbow in his hand. The bolt is deflected off by the "Defend Against Ranged Arrows" spell, crashing into the wall next to Siegel.

"Your defensive spells are good, but unfortunately they are quickly useless, what did you use against me at that time?"

"Anti-magic force field priest, I thought there weren't any. Siegel let out a chuckle, shook his finger and said, "I'm not going to fight you." Goodbye, Cinon ”

He turned and walked into the passageway, astonished the priest with his decisiveness.

"Don't want to go!" the priest chased after him as he wound his crossbow. (To be continued.) )

PS: The chapter number of the previous chapter is wrong, hehehe.