Investigating thefts involving extraordinary power is always hard, not to mention the fact that the thieves never showed up from start to finish, which undoubtedly made the investigation even more difficult.

Lamont was ordered to take his companions and walk the streets and alleys, looking for clues inside and outside the city, and questioning all wizards and ordinary people who might have anything to do with it.

Revive the Leyline Pillar Wizard in the city, he asked.

The acting commander of MI2 outside the resuscitation city, he asked.

The "Fist of the Empire", who is only good at frontal combat and is not suitable for stealing, he also asked.

He asked about the eyeliner of the Necromantic Sect caught by the Pure Light Wizard, as well as the many gray wizards who wandered in the city and in the wilderness.

But there are still no clues.

With the rare and unusual trait of "Lie Perception", Lamont has been busy on the front lines of the investigation, and he has become more and more aware of the existence of a gap between himself and the thief.

The other party and he seem to be completely in two worlds, and there is no intersection between them except for this case.

Lamont even wondered if it could be those super-saint wizards with a sub-plane who sent their own magic clones to steal the gem chests that belonged to the Pure Light Court.

This suspicion is not unfounded.

For example, the first question, who can use spells to control Master Jay Spade without leaving a trace?

Ultra-Holy Rank Sorcerer.

Specifically, it is a super-saint wizard who is proficient in illusion.

Such an existence may not be clear to others, but Lamont, as a senior Pure Light Wizard, has heard of it.

For example, the second question is, how to take the gem chest out of the area of effect of the tracking circle as quickly as possible?

It goes without saying that you can teleport away with the gem chest.

After getting the gem chest, the thief used teleportation at least twice.

For the first time, the thief used teleportation to reach a deserted place with a treasure chest.

The second time, the thief opened the portal without the gaze of outsiders and returned to his secondary plane.

This is the process of theft that Lamont imagined in his mind.

Regardless of whether his fantasy is accurate or not, if there is anyone in this world who can easily complete this series of operations, it is definitely a super-saint wizard.

"My lord, that's all I deduce."

In Jay Spade's study, Lamont respectfully reports on his recent investigations.

Jay Spade rubbed his brow with his fingers and asked:

"So, you finally suspect that a super-saint wizard who is proficient in illusion stole the gem chest?"

"Yes, sir." Lamont bowed her head and bowed.

Jay Spade actually expected this answer and added something.

As a person concerned, he carefully recalled the scene of that day several times.

His body walked uncontrollably towards the valuables storage warehouse, and then, somehow, the treasure chest in the warehouse disappeared.

This indicates that there were at least two thieves.

One person is good at psychic spells, and it is a psychic spell that is powerful enough to control him, an eight-ring wizard.

The other person is good at illusion, and as Lamont speculated, it is very likely that he is a super-saint illusion wizard.

The two make a perfect combination of thieves, which is the only way to steal the gem chest.

It's a real headache... Jay Spade sighed and squeezed hard in the center of his eyebrows.

Extra-Saint Wizards are a mysterious group.

It is difficult to determine the number of people, their origins, and their strength.

Judging from the information collected by the Pure Light Court so far, there are probably as many as 10 super saint wizards who have come out of Hottamus alone.

If you estimate the number of super-saint-rank wizards behind other large-scale wizard forces with the same proportion of people, the total number of super-saint-rank wizards will probably reach 150.

There are fewer people, and that's not the biggest problem.

The real problem is that in the Pure Light Court, except for the Grand Inquisitor Paredes and a few other powerful people, no one else can talk to the super-saint wizards.

Since there is nothing to say, the investigation process can only be shelved.

"Go down, Lamont. That's the end of the investigation. ”

Jay Spade waved his hand, motioning for the other party to step down, and said:

"These two days are a good rest. Tomorrow at the latest, another batch of soul gems will be delivered. When the time comes, you will need to come into contact with the Necromantic Sect. ”

"Yes, sir."

Lamont retired.

Jay Spade was the only one left in the study.

After ten minutes of contemplation, he picked up a pen and paper and wrote.

Three hours later, the investigation report was produced.

Jay Spade sent the report to Elder Lightsweeper.

He sat quietly in his chair, waiting for a reply.

Unbeknownst to Jay Spader, his report had not been opened by Elder Plunder.

The report was sent to the magic ship docked in the dock by the hand of the Elder Plunder.

After Tulsali, who had temporarily merged with the magic ship, read the report, it was sent to Path Tinda, who was next door to Jay Spader.

At the same time as Paith Tinda got the report, he also received a secret order from Tulsali.

Metal Ancestor Dragon Thalsali asked the metal wizard to follow Lamont to the Necronomicon and find a way to meet the demon bones who control the soul factory.

Tulsali didn't expect the Pure Light Court to catch the burglars in the first place.

It used the ritual to contact the chief body engineer of its own metal creation group, and asked the other party to use synthetic human technology to quickly cultivate primary life forms and harvest soul energy in batches.

This set of streamlined production of soul energy has been relatively mature, and the only bad shortcoming is the long production cycle.

Even if the cultivation speed was adjusted to the maximum within the safe range, Tulsali would have to wait at least half a year before he could receive the soul energy sent from the Metal Creation Group to the inner starry sky.

Half.

It will take half a year.

That's not going to work.

Tulsali has been spending a year in the inner starry sky.

It can exchange 3 billion points of soul energy for the anti-magic metal materials in the "Dead Steel Forest", and the white ancestor dragon Nerefar can also use the 3 billion points of soul energy stolen to do things that greatly strengthen itself.

The soul energy obtained by the metal creation group is regarded by Tursali as a guarantee.

On top of this, Tursali sought another and faster way to open the "Dead Steel".

In the past few days, Paith Tinda has been wandering around the city, inside and outside the city, above and below the ground, carefully checking the situation in the land of recovery.

Through his vision, Thalsali noticed an underground river polluted by the Necronomicon.

He saw through the Necronomicon Sect's plot at a glance.

This underground river can be seen as part of some kind of super-large circle.

When activated by a specific means, the Necromantic material floating in the Underground River will turn into necromantic creatures, which can be used by the Necromantic Cult to quickly gather a large necromantic army.

How big is this army?

Thalsali estimated that the number of necromantic creatures in the army should be equal to the population of Resuscitation City, but since most of the necromantic creatures among them are low-level creatures, the overall combat strength is not strong, and it is difficult to fight against the wizards of the "Imperial Fist" and the Pillar of the Leyline.

So if he can provide the Necronomicon Sect with a means to greatly enhance the combat capabilities of the Necromantic Army, is the Necronomicon Sect willing to help it engulf the Resurrection Land, sacrifice the living beings, and open the Pollution Realm "Dead Steel Forest"?

That's something Tursali has been thinking about lately.

At the end of the day, it just wants to see the polluted realm open up normally.

The deaths of mortals and wizards were not the key to its consideration.

If it can forcibly open the Pollution Realm by sacrificing the creatures of the Resurrected Land, then it will not have to wait for the Metal Creation Group to send it soul energy.

In order to accomplish his goals more quickly, Path Tinda must travel to the Necromantic Cult's territory on behalf of his master.

"Keep an eye out for the Dead Steel soldiers. They may be the same as the purpose of your trip. ”

Thalsali's voice lingered in Pith Tinda's ears:

"Dead Steel also has the means to strengthen undead creatures. But this is the inner starry sky, not their mortal capital. Their means of reinforcement lack metallic materials, and we have. If the Necronomicon decides to use the Dead Steel Reinforcement and let us provide the metal materials, you can promise them, and I will arrange for the Pure Light Court to bring you the materials that the Necromantic Sect needs. ”

"Yes, master."

Paith Tinda responded in her heart.

The conversation between the two "people" is mediated by the synthesizer's main control chip in Paith Tinda's body, which is imperceptible to outsiders.

The same goes for Lamont, who is next to Pulse Tinda.

The group of them was now riding a bone boat, following the underground river to the border town of the Necromantic Sect.

Since the disappearance of the spider mother monk Luo Fei and the assistant priest of the demon bones, the Necronomicon Sect has become much more protective against outsiders.

A group of thirty mid-rank necromantic acolytes surrounded the sellers who had come to sell their soul energy.

Nominally protection, but everyone knows it's surveillance.

Lamont is familiar with the trading process and introduced it to Path Tinda, who joined the team on an interim basis, before he set off.

Paith Tinda responded lukewarmly.

Lamont probably figured out the metal wizard's personality and didn't care much.

But he really didn't expect that Paith Tinda would be a maverick and cut into the queue after arriving in the border town of the Necronomicon.

I saw this metal wizard, with a body as hard as a steel plate, crashed through the sellers and necromantic guards in the way, and walked straight towards the spider mother monk in charge of the transaction with the cobwebs, death rays, and bone scythes rushing in his face.

When was the last time you saw this kind of rampage?

It seems like it wasn't that long ago.

Lamont looked at the messy scene, slightly distracted.

By the time Lamont reacted, Path Tinda had already broken into the cave of the Mother Spider, and he and his two companions had been surrounded by the Necronomicon as accomplices...

"No, no, no, listen to me, there must be some misunderstanding in this."

Lamont shook his hand again and again, and hurriedly pressed down on his companion who wanted to cast a spell:

"Are you crazy to use our spells here?!"

Apparently realizing that he had almost become the trigger for the fire of the teamfight, his companion forcibly terminated the spell.

His actions succeeded in preventing the three Light Purifiers from revealing their identities, but it also attracted a spell backlash, causing his face to turn pale, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes wandered.

Instead, Lamont used the language of the Necronomicon to defend himself against the sect's guards who surrounded him, trying to separate the three of them from Path Tinda, who didn't know what had gone mad.

"Everyone, listen to me, we are only on the same road as the man. We met on the road. We don't know him. We are ghouls who have come to trade, and we have come with sincerity..."

Before Lamont could finish his words, the scene of slapping his face came.

A voice came from the depths of the cavern:

"Let those three Pure Light wizards in."

"Uhhh

The same goes for two of his companions.

Looking at the surrounding sect guards, the anger in the eyes of the other party and others was about to burst out, and they wanted to tear the three of Lamont to pieces now.

Fortunately, another passage came from the cave:

"Didn't you hear? I said let the three Pure Light wizards in. Don't hold them back. ”

The sect guards glared at the dead fish in the eyes, splitting a path.

The three of Lamont swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and slowly walked to the entrance of the cave in the face of the necromantic guards as if they were about to eat people.

Things went completely beyond Lamont's expectations, his heart pounding, and he almost lost the ability to think, and could only follow the orders of the spider mother.

His two companions weren't much better.

The three of them walked in groups, struggled to move, and finally came to the entrance of the cave.

They involuntarily took a deep breath and prepared for their fate.

Was he personally arrested and tortured by the Mother Spider Monk, or was he forced to perform a necromancy ritual and betray the Pure Light Court?

Lamont swirled all sorts of pessimistic thoughts through his mind.

But after stepping into the cave, the nervousness and worry on his face turned into complete astonishment.

What did he see?!

One by one, a dragonman covered in gray metal all over his body?!

The body of the draconian is on par with that of the strongest humans, with full muscles and a strong body.

On his shoulders, on the top of his head, and on the outside of his knees, there were a pair of metal ailerons that were the size of a palm, but they were as sharp as blades.

The face of the draconian resembles that of a lizard, and the mouth and nose are raised forward, forming a triangle when viewed from the side.

On his neck, what should have been a smooth patch was now filled with fine dragon scales, which slowly and slowly floated up and down with his breathing.

Lamont rubbed his eyes and looked in disbelief at the creature in front of him that only existed in legends.

He had only seen the illustrations of metal dragonmen in books before, but he didn't expect to see the real thing now!

Wait a minute!

Where's Perth Tinda?

Lamont shuddered, his eyes searched around, and finally looked at the only dragonman on the scene with a complicated gaze.

"Foolish Pure Light Wizard, you have no idea what kind of humans you bring with you."

The Spider Mother Monk, who had succeeded Luo Fei in managing the transaction, said disdainfully:

"If it weren't for the presence of this Venerable Dragonman, I would definitely throw you into the corpse pit and refine it into corpse liquid."

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