Under the sun, the two princes' cars march slowly through the orchestra as they reenact the armistice two hundred and ninety-nine years ago, when the armistice celebrations began, under the central bell tower of the city of Seren.

In the crowd near the central bell tower, the middle-aged scholar who had given a lecture in Lowe Square whispered, "The car is going very slowly, and the route has not changed, so you don't need to be in a hurry, just do what you said."

"I've heard that the vehicle is very luxurious, and it must have a lot of messy magic on it, and we do it...... Does it really work?"

"Trust me, Putelin."

The middle-aged scholar stretched out his hand and put his hand on the shoulders of the young man in front of him: "At this time, it makes no sense to think about 'whether it is useful or not, we have long made it clear, we need to do this...... And someone has to do it, we are all Teres, and many of us here are also Teresans, and if I could, I wouldn't want to shed blood, especially if it would shed the blood of many of my countrymen!"

Hearing this, the last trace of confusion in the young man's eyes disappeared, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes, this is the most powerful way to respond to those provocations, get rid of those who hinder our development, and spread evil will!"

The middle-aged scholar nodded solemnly, and he said, "I'll leave it to you here, Granor and Aicha are also nearby, they will try their best to help you."

After speaking, he took a step back and nodded to the young man in front of him with a smile: "Then, I'm going to go where I need to go, Putrin, don't forget your mission and ideals."

The young man nodded vigorously, "I won't forget!"

So, the middle-aged scholar turned and left, and after a short time he disappeared into the crowd and was never seen again.

It was the twenty-ninth of the month of gin, and it was nine o'clock in the morning.

The princes had already made a fifth of the way through, and the central bell tower had already struck thirty-two times.

The middle-aged scholar walked away from the crowd as he stepped on the echo of the bell tower in the city of Selen, nodded politely to several of the officers who were maintaining order, passed by a vigilant executor of the Dharma, and then walked past a sword-wielding hermit with his head bowed......

Finally, when the bell struck the thirty-fifth strike, he came to a shop far away from the crowd, and under the guidance of a waiter, he stepped into the dressing room, and the magic fluctuated in a flash, so that the figure that had just stepped into the dressing room disappeared instantly.

Almost at the same time, in the street next to Rowe Square, where the merchants gathered, a gorgeously dressed big-eared goblin merchant hurriedly slipped into a basement, and a moment later, the middle-aged man who had disappeared from the clothing store slowly walked out.

At some point, his scholar's outfit had been replaced by a full set of ornate black robes, which looked somewhat similar to the caster's uniform of the Dharma, but there was a very obvious difference between the two, but even so, his solemn face, slightly curly brown hair, and straight figure gave him a temperament that was far superior to that of ordinary spellcasters.

The black robe he wore had some patterns outlined in silver threads, but strangely enough, these patterns and lines that should have reflected a bright luster in the sunlight were now very dark. ….

In this way, the middle-aged scholar walked through the streets, through two alleys, and finally came to a mansion when the fifty-second bell rang.

Mansion No. 37.

A spellbook with a black cover was spread out from his hand, no incantations were chanted, no spell casting, but the ritual that sealed and protected the courtyard of House 37 lost its effect in the silent silence, and he stepped into the courtyard, and then stepped into the mansion as if he were home.

Not long after the last group of "guests" left, he could even smell the lingering scent of a living person in the air.

The changeling insects, who had begun to become familiar with the identity of the big-eared goblin, looked at the "stranger" who suddenly appeared in front of them in amazement, and out of the instinct of vigilance, they immediately wanted to "expel the unknown man", but before they could attack, a series of more than a dozen pages floated from the magic book

Falling, they dance in the air as if they have life, and finally slowly fall in the center of the living room.

If Xiuge had been present at this time, he would have discovered that the pages of the magic book that this middle-aged scholar, or spellcaster, had spilled were completely different from those that Wei Lin had used!

Although the pages of the two of them are engraved with a large number of patterns used to sense magic and quickly trigger magic, the lines of these pages that are now floating in Mansion 37 are extremely unique, those lines are chaotic and ancient, seemingly disorganized, but they seem to contain some kind of pattern, and when these pages fly, those dense, treacherous and twisted lines turn into long black snakes swimming on the paper......

A huge and invisible ceremonial field descended here in an instant.

The changelings who had escaped under the hands of Viline and Shug could not bear the tremendous pressure that was pressing on their bodies in an instant, so all the changelings, including old Sergei, quickly lost their newly acquired forms in a terrible scream of pain, and transformed into the amorphous viscous state that the shapeshifters had at the beginning.

And that's not all, even after they lost their physical appearance as the big-eared goblins, there was still an astonishing force that continued to act on them, so under the influence of the invisible hand, these poor magical creatures were forcibly driven and kneaded together, and they continued to roll and merge in the center of the living room, and finally formed an incomparably large viscous liquid mass.

This is apparently an extremely cruel magical ritual for changelings.

Because during the ritual, these magical creatures who once had memories and bodies, and were infinitely close to true intelligent life, still retained some of their "organs", their remaining mouths were crying, their changed eyes were bloodshot, and their mutilated limbs were rolling back and forth between themselves and their own kind......

The middle-aged scholar glanced at the horrific scene, then nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, the sixtieth bell rang in the distance.

The middle-aged scholar held the magic book in front of him, kissed it lightly on the sun pattern drawn on its cover, and then solemnly placed it in front of him, and he spread his hands in front of the large, amorphous viscous mass as if to embrace them, and in his mouth, obscure and strange words were slowly spoken. ….

"The place where war is always will be a place of sacrifice."

"The remains of the mutilated heirs gather here!"

"The blood of the incompetent descendants flows here!"

"The joy of the foolish will lead to anger!"

"The empty shell of nothingness awaits ......"

"O gods of the ages!"

"Here the lowly betrayer prays for salvation...... Pray for salvation......

"May the Black Sun and the Abyss share eternal ......"

The bells in the distance are still ringing, sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three......

When the bell tower rang the seventieth bell, a violent fluctuation suddenly burst out from the invisible ceremonial field, and the middle-aged scholar with his eyes closed slowly fell to his knees, he opened his eyes, but there was no more light in his eyes, and the magical pages that fluttered around them were given an astonishing weight comparable to metal in an instant, and they fell to the ground with a deafening loud sound.

On the middle-aged scholar's chest, a huge black sun pattern gradually appeared, and at the moment when the pattern froze, some kind of power suddenly acted on the middle-aged spellcaster, who should be extremely powerful, so in a series of crisp sounds, the middle-aged man's arms, neck, and even waist were violently broken in an instant, so the bone spurs penetrated the flesh, and blood gushed out, and the tattered body immediately fell forward, and fell squarely into the viscous liquid mass composed of the phantom insects.

Amazing changes are starting to happen.

The viscous bodies of the shapeshifters began to tremble violently, and the blood and body of the middle-aged mage turned into a pitch-black color in an instant, they were like a drop of paint dripping into the clear water, easily spreading into the depths of the viscous liquid mass, and quickly assimilating it, under the stimulation of this force, the already extremely large aggregate began to rapid

It swelled, and soon formed a mass of black slime that could cover almost the entire hall of the mansion, and within this slime, various organs and limbs began to appear.

A chaotic sound continued to emanate from within the strange being, which had turned black, and as if it sensed something, it began to rush towards the mansion and all the pipes connected to the sewers near the mansion......

At the seventieth bell of the armistice celebration, the last drop of black slime disappeared into Mansion 37, and in the empty and chaotic mansion, the echo of the incantation reverberated in a chaotic voice.

……

Shuge, who was walking down the sewers, was feeling very, very bad at this point.

He had never experienced anything like this.

If anything, he felt like a cat or dog in the face of devastating natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis...... Restless, but not knowing what to do.

Even if you want to run, you don't know exactly what direction to run.

The sound of the bell tower in the center of Salem was so loud that even in the sewers, Shuge could still feel its vibrations, but every time the vibration came, he felt that a terrible crisis was imminent.

So Shug turned his head and asked Sally, who had arranged for the bell to be reckoned with, "Sally, how ...... How many?"

"I just missed it, but it should be seventy." ….

The girl couldn't see Xiuge's demeanor at the moment, but she could feel the other party's seriously distracted gaze, so she said worriedly, "You don't seem to be feeling well, do you want to take a break?"

Wei Lin listened to Xiuge's words, and her originally calm face gradually sank, she had noticed that something was wrong with Xiuge before, but as a lake-level spellcaster, she didn't feel any strange magic fluctuations here, and along the way, everyone didn't encounter any terrifying magical creatures that were said to haunt the sewers...... Therefore, she did not understand what was going on with this reaction of Xiuge.

However, after these few days of getting along, Wei Lin also knew that Xiuge was by no means a pampered young nobleman, nor was he the kind of pompous clown who liked to play tricks to attract the attention of others.

"Pick up the pace, the sound of the water in front of you has changed...... We should be almost there."

With that, the female mage hung the magic lantern on her waist and ran forward.

There was no problem with Wei Lin's judgment, judging from the magic crystals embedded in the walls and some signs made by those smugglers, this place had indeed reached the edge of the north gate of Salem City, and in front of it, the magic ritual field used to prevent people from entering and exiting continued from the surface, it was it that blocked the possibility of people entering and exiting the gate normally, and through the constantly vibrating magic, Xiuge could even see the iron gate of the fence that symbolized freedom and security in the distance!

"Keep an eye on the surroundings for me, I'll start cracking the ritual now...... It will take a little time."

"I'll keep an eye on your surroundings for you."

Hug gritted his teeth and gasped hard, trying to ease his rapid heartbeat and scrambled breathing.

It was at this moment that Xiuge cast his gaze towards his spiritual world.

What puzzled him was that at this moment, the metal disc that existed in the spiritual world was extremely calm, it only maintained a steady rotation, and seemed to be completely unaware of his uneasiness at this time, and in the spell groove in the center of the metal disk, the touch of Calon and the running rat were extremely quiet, and the only one who showed restlessness was the messenger in the mirror who had "followed" the shortest cultivation time.

Xiuge saw that this black shadow with a similar body shape and silhouette to himself was walking back and forth in the groove with anxiety at the moment, it seemed so manic that it couldn't be quiet for a moment, and it was even trying to shout at the world outside the groove, and its palm kept slapping the invisible "barrier" between itself and Xiuge, like a prisoner locked in a glass cage.

"What the hell is going on?"

Shug held the crystallization in his hand, and he looked nervously at the way it came, but there was nothing there......

Verin had already begun to crack the blockade of the ceremonial grounds in Salem, holding the magic book in one hand and holding up the magic crystal engraved with the royal emblem of Teresa in the other, so a bright light emanated from the crystal, and under its influence, the magic wall that isolated the passage began to slowly weaken.

Everything seems to be going according to plan.

There was another tremor in the distance, and Sally whispered a reminder, "This should be the eightieth ......."

Before the words fell, an unprecedented terrifying tremor swept over with a deafening sound, it was so fierce that everyone on the edge of Salem City had to cover their ears, and as for Wei Lin, who was performing the magic ritual, let out a painful snort, and the movements in her hands suddenly stopped.

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