The Elven Sage tore open the spatial rift and walked out of it. He looked at Amon kindly and said gently, "I heard your call. Don't be afraid, child, the elves live forever. ”

Everyone hurriedly saluted him, only Siegel had a serious expression and said to the Elven Sage: "Since you have come, then I think the Sage of the God of Murder should not be a threat, right?"

"I'm not going to fight him, because that would mean the war is in full swing. The battle between a race god and a concept god is not that simple, so we will simply compare the level of divine power, and then the lower side will back down. ”

"So Chanem has left the colony?" Evan asked.

"Chanem, did he name himself?" the Elven Sage blinked and smiled slightly, "It's an interesting thing, there are actually Sages who have named themselves. It seems that the godhead of the god of murder is not stable, and this is one of his weaknesses. I'm not going to kill this Chanem, he's having another use. ”

Siegel waved his hand and interjected into the conversation between the two of them, saying, "The God of Murder also has a training ground and a recuperation facility, connected to the teleportation array here. Can you tell me where that teleportation array is?"

"Wait a minute. The Elven Sage closed his eyes, opened them after a few seconds, and then said to Siegel, "I'll send you there, but you have to be ready." ”

"What preparation?" Siegel just asked, and then felt the pull of the teleportation magic.

This power comes from the Elven Sage, and a safe and stable teleportation channel is constructed. Siegel's gaze swept over the disappearance formed by the teleportation spell, and at a glance he could fully understand its structure and function. Has it been raised so much? Siegel immediately denied the idea. Or the knowledge of the past and the theory of spells. These don't happen overnight. What really changed was his ability to sense magic and elemental energy.

It's like a marksman. Although it did not improve the stability of archery, he suddenly had the vision of an eagle and could see everything very clearly.

He only needed to raise his hand now, and he could easily counter the teleportation of the Elven Sage, but that was completely unnecessary. He took a deep breath and let the teleportation happen to him.

The priest of the God of Murder is rapidly evacuating, and their teleportation has been carried out in several batches, using up a large amount of precious materials. The Holy One of the God of Murder has delivered a will. The temple of the New World is in a dormant state, and the Unity Council will also change its appearance and develop in the Old World. They waited for Dorne as they transported high-value treasures that had been looted over the years. He was at the heart of SOLIDARITY's theory and knew best how to establish and develop URAS more quickly.

But he didn't show up for a long time.

A spatial crack appeared in the teleportation hall, and a black-haired, black-eyed mage flew out with a staff in hand. Siegel glanced at the room, and the twenty-meter-square cavern was filled with intricate runes, not at all in the style of a mage's teleportation. He was also well-informed, but for a while he couldn't even tell what kind of magic circle was in front of him.

Therefore, he didn't dare to destroy this magic circle, so he couldn't attack with violent elemental magic. Siegel had an idea. Suddenly his appearance changed, and he changed into the appearance of Master Reece in front of everyone's eyes. Then swaggered down to the ground.

"Why don't you retreat quickly, what are you waiting for?" his voice was also vivid: "If it weren't for the Sage's request, I wouldn't care if you lived or died!"

The ordinary priest's discernment was not enough to see through Siegel's Transfiguration, not to mention that the spell fluctuations emanating from his body also made the priests frightened. "Lord Reese, what does the Sage have to say?"

"Make sure this place doesn't fall into the hands of the elves, and give you shitty a chance to make amends. Reece snorted, "If you can use teleportation, I can save some effort, so why don't you get out?"

"Your ......appearance, sir," said one of the priests, "I'm not sure if you are ......."

Before he could finish his sentence, Siegel started his work. All the mage needs is to be close enough to the circle so that he can use the force field wall to cover the ground and protect the runes underneath.

Seeing that the entire ground was covered by a transparent force field, and that teleportation techniques had lost their effectiveness, how could these priests not understand what was happening? They wielded weapons of fire and lightning, or simply summoned thunder to attack. Siegel raises his defensive staff and casts a secondary spell that invalidates the enchantment.

The temple of the god of murder has always been small, and the New World lacks time to settle, so it is impossible to have a strong priest in charge. The power summoned by these divine power users in front of him posed no threat to Siegel, so he threw out a powerful laughing rune and hung it in the sky, and then ignored them.

The power of Knox's Laughter, or Tranquility Circle, is very strong, and the priests, who were already in a state of tension and fear, were hit one after another, losing their fighting spirit, and looking around blankly, not knowing what they were going to do. Siegel pointed casually: "Go over there and squat!"

The man who was controlled by the spell obediently walked over, squatted on the ground, and smiled happily.

Siegel began to look down at the circle beneath his feet, trying to find the part of the structure that he knew. For a moment, the war around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, and all his attention was focused on the magic runes.

"You can't read it. A voice suddenly sounded, waking Siegel up. He looked up and found the Sage of the God of Murder standing in front of him.

"You're not leaving, are you ready to fight the Elven Sage?" the light of the defensive spells on Siegel's body kept lit up, and the attacking spells were pinched by his fingertips, which could be activated at any time.

"Do you want to find my stronghold? Unfortunately you made a mistake. Chanem walked to the corner and, with a wave of his palm, cut off the heads of all the priests. From their bodies, a golden energy floated out, and he held it in his hand. "Now, no one here knows the location of the stronghold. ”

Siegel was so annoyed that he almost stabbed himself! He had just focused all his attention on the teleportation array, and he had forgotten to ask the mind-controlled priests! This was a major mistake that could have ruined the entire mission!

But Siegel knew in his heart that he couldn't show too much excitement at this time. The god of murder may not yet know the true purpose of this trip. Think of it as a human-elf team-up. A response to an assassination attempt some time ago. As long as you don't show your feet. Janet's existence remains a secret.

"Assassins have never been welcomed, and for our safety, your strongholds will be liquidated one by one. Siegel said, "Don't underestimate my understanding, your circle is not indecipherable. ”

"Then you'll have to have a life to study it. Chanem tossed the golden orbs of light in his hand and sent them flying into the passage. "I won't stay here long, I wish you a good time and a happy death. ”

Subsequently, his figure faded away. Leave completely.

There was a howl of pain from inside the passageway, a heart-rending cry that made Siegel feel sympathy. However, it is obvious that only the enemy will arrive in a moment, but if there is a battle, it may destroy the scene of the teleportation array. Siegel picked up his staff, leaving two oversized water elementals to guard, and walked into the passage with a strange sound.

A twisted humanoid figure was confronted, half of his body inflated like a balloon, then infested by mold, turning into a twisted and tangled muscular structure. Half of his face seemed to melt with his shoulders, and only a narrow slit remained in one eye, the other protruding to the point of falling out. The protruding eye swirls like a lizard's eye. Looked at Siegel's appearance.

Judging by the only clothes and features left on his body, this should be Dorne. Leader of the Solidarity Society.

"You're the one the Sage wants me to kill?" Dorne's voice was accompanied by a sneering leak, and he raised his hand to wipe it around his neck, rubbing it a few times before closing the void. "Praise be to the great god of murder, I am your faithful servant and instrument, practicing your great will!"

Siegel raised his hand to cast a spell, and suddenly his heart was alarmed. He foresaw that in a few seconds he would be completely out of life in a burst of light. What spell did the other party use, it seemed that he just raised the holy emblem and shouted a word?

Dorn held up the emblem, and Siegel immediately transformed himself into a skeletal state. No matter what method the opponent uses, it is an instant death spell that acts on a living person, and the undead state is immune to all of them.

"In the name of God," Dorn pointed the emblem at Siegel and spat out an earth-shattering word, "Die!"

The skeleton's soul fire flickered, like a blink of an eye. Siegel remained unharmed, still standing in place.

Depriving an enemy of his life with a single word is a spell technique that only an archmage can master. Shingon is a mantra that is still learned and imitated by reference to the actions of the gods, so it is easier and more convenient for priests who use magic to do the same. This is the first time Siegel has encountered such an ability, but fortunately, there is still a way to warn and respond in advance.

"Lich, so you're a lich?" Dorne confessed like the others, "The undead are my god's men, and you'll soon obey my commands!"

Siegel is not worried about being dispelled by the priest's undead or controlled by the reprimand's ability to scold, although he looks exactly like the undead, and there is no difference in resistance, but he does not rely on negative energy to act, and the plasma flowing in his bones is not afraid of the positive energy dispelled by the undead.

He summoned a glowing mage's sword and sent it flying over to entangle with Dorne. Siegel didn't see how resistant Dorn was transformed by Chanem, and he wouldn't put victory or defeat on a spell. As it stands, Dorn is inclined to cast spells to fight him, so it makes sense to test his melee abilities with a summon in melee combat, and by the way, observe the reality of the strange body structure.

Dorn actually gave up using the power of dispel, and instead summoned the Death Scythe composed of force fields to face the sword of the mage flying in the air, and it seems that he is indeed afraid of melee combat. While the Faith Weapon is capable of auto-combat, the Mage's Sword needs to be controlled, but Siegel has the upper hand in swordsmanship, quickly bypassing the defense line and slashing down on Dorne's arm.

The arm was cut off with a thud and fell to the ground with a thud. The wound was very smooth, but there was not a drop of blood, only black cement inside. Dorne didn't seem to be in pain, but said with a comfortable expression: "Well done, only one kind of each is enough, more is a burden!"

The arms on the ground turned into ooze and crawled up Dorne's trouser legs. His arm didn't regenerate, but made the already swollen hand even bigger!

"I'm fed up with the aesthetics of you murder gods. Siegel said, "Even if you are a bad person, you have some good taste, don't you?!" His left hand was deep into the void, and when he came out again, there was a regular tetrahedron suspended in his palm—an elemental aggregate that was already a full twice as large as before. (To be continued.) )

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