The periphery of the divine power had completely turned into a physical body, and the moment Edward left, it suddenly retracted! It turned into a golden cylinder the thickness of a person, more than six feet long, with a smooth appearance like a metal forged, silently suspended in a piece of shattered stone.

Edward's eyes looked left and right, but he couldn't see the slightest expected uproar - although the astral plane has many characteristics that are not conducive to survival, such as chaotic time relationships, empty and meaningless ground, etc., but as a relay location for all planes in the multiverse, and will not be affected by the power of Pandorian Ryan, it seems that there is no reason for the gods not to follow here and pay attention to the follow-up, right?

Or just can't you feel it?

Edward sighed softly and turned to the golden cocoon.

He reached out to take it, but his fingers only moved slightly and then took it back - for the power of that thing, there may be few people in this multiverse who know more than him, direct contact is simply tantamount to looking for death, even the contact of spiritual power, is extremely dangerous, so after thinking for a moment, he reached out and tapped on a large gravel, so the stone immediately softened like mud and rebuilt a long pair of pliers, clamped the thing, and followed behind him.

In fact, if he could, Edward would have liked to leave this thing in the astral plane, whoever cares about it - but it doesn't work at all, there is no one in this world who knows the dangers of this thing better than him, as long as he absorbs even a little bit of divine power, this thing will immediately release Pando Ryan, and then the world will be ruined, and there will be no place to run.

The will pushes the body. Cutting through the thin astral mass around him, Edward raised his head and looked at the huge floating shadow in the silver starry sky—the city of Burgundy. With its hundreds of feet of foundation, suspended in the astral plane, the walls of the city seemed to have thinned and lost their thickness, like an illusion of the senses, people or objects that reflected the light of the flickering stars. All of them have been assimilated into the same existence as other astral matter.

This is not the best outcome, and it can even be said to be very bad.

If things are not in harmony. Leaving the city from the main physical plane and escaping into the half-plane - this was the last, and worst solution that Edward had planned before this great battle.

That means losing all the games.

Relatively speaking. Fall in the astral plane. It's not bad, but it's just as troublesome.

Although the gods have not yet appeared here, it is natural that they will not come too slowly, and besides, the astral plane is not anyone's territory, which means that it is anyone's territory. God, there's a mess of something. It's all going to be here. You can also take all their strength, their men, soldiers, or anything else you can't think of or can't think of.

And now, Edward ...... It's just Edward.

Of course, there is only one reason why they haven't shown up yet - they don't know Edward's current condition, they don't know that he has been completely separated from the staff, they don't know that he is no longer the holder of the ancient evil that can imprison and control the gods, and they can no longer summon the monster that can destroy the world......

Well, in fact, he still had a way of summoning it, but worst of all, did Misra know that?

With strange thoughts spinning around his head, Edward slowly flew over the walls...... But the next moment, the downward gravity made him stagger. By the time he realized that he was within the shield and the city's basic gravity was still at an ordinary level, his feet had already fallen heavily and landed directly on the city wall.

Fortunately, he did not go around the very high position, only about ten feet past the tower. Normally, this height is really nothing to his strengthened body, but the moment he touches the ground, the soles of his feet ...... Even the sharp stabbing pain that burst out of his whole body in the shaking told him that he was no longer in his usual state—the pain that seemed to be pricked by a thousand small needles made him take a deep breath and almost scream.

Then someone called out for him.

The girl's scream reached his ears like an awl, and then, before the hapless psychic could feel the surprise, a small body had crashed straight into his arms like a cannonball, and he dared to say that he could clearly hear his ribs cracking.

"Edward, Edward, Edward......"

"Woo......"

"Badass, stupid, fool...... How dare you lie to me! What a little trouble, you, you actually broke into that trap by yourself! You are crazy!"

"Oops......"

"It's great that you're alive...... Edward the Great Fool ......"

"Dying...... Edward groaned, looking bitterly at the face that was close at hand—tears flowed out of two streams on the little white face, shining around the corners of his mouth and raising his little eyebrows to make a look of great surprise—but the sweet kisses that should have been there at this time were obviously omitted, and Miss Half-Elf just hugged his neck tightly, and hung herself around his neck and cried incessantly, glancing at him from time to time, as if she were afraid that he would disappear again.

So, Edward had no choice but to hold the petite body and caress her back gently, hoping that the two arms would relax a little—to be honest, the strength of the Electorate was so great that he was almost out of breath. However, he didn't say anything to comfort him - the half-elf just needed to relieve his feelings, and instead of stopping it, it was better for her to vent it happily.

Luckily, it doesn't take long for this catharsis

"That bastard bone octopus, he won't let me leave the Mage Tower...... Say what you want not to cause you trouble!"

As if to finally confirm someone's safety, Miss Half-Elf immediately regained her true colors, rubbing tears on the poor magic robe of the Psychic Warlock, and she immediately began her best accusation attack: "Also, you don't know. How hard it is to protect those energy cores and catch this damn stupid rotten melon, I thought I was going to die several times!"

Edward slowly braced himself up. His eyes fell on the few people who had just flown towards him. "Good work," he nodded to the Psicosm Lich, "How's it going?"

"Strange calm. ”

Katzejek's appearance was still the same, only the wound on his head that had just healed showed the danger of the battle he had encountered, his silver eyes staring at the golden column behind Edward, and his tone was calm:

"Mishra is probably in some kind of trouble, and I can't find her right now...... When the door opened, she caused some disturbance. We've lost a total of twelve system cores, but we've done emergency repairs, and it's not too much of a loss. The druid traitors in the city were trickier than they could have imagined. Even more troubling is your ship, which you don't have enough power to keep the archmage in place, and he's still quiet, but I suspect it won't last long. ”

It's really troublesome. But it's still largely expected.

"Let's get out of here first. Start the Prepare Core ...... Open a portal that will take us back. Edward frowned, his gaze paused slightly on the shadow of the giant ship above the city, and he had a headache for a while: "As for Master Albert...... You let him go. ”

"Huh?" Lisa screamed, "That old fellow, you're going to let him go?"

"What's wrong?" said Edward.

"How can this be done? That old guy suddenly betrayed, and you almost died! How could you just let him go?" The half-elf reached out and grabbed Edward's ear, staring at him fiercely: "No, you have to make this old fellow and that rotten melon pay for it!

I said. It's not that far, is it? I'm not dead yet......"

Edward smiled wryly—it was clear that the young lady was angry at all.

The old mage's mutiny...... Well. Or the choice, it's not a surprise. As a mage, you naturally have to believe in the goddess of magic, and there is nothing wrong with not being able to resist. Not to mention the need to eliminate an existence that poses a threat to the whole world? And all along, this old mage has been very helpful to the psychic warlock, and in Edward's opinion, there is no need to talk about blood debts and blood repayment.

"What are you kidding, you're almost dead, aren't you?"

"But Archmage Albert doesn't seem to have a reason to protect me, he's not my relative. Not even my subordinates?"

"He's your teacher!"

"Teachers are not obligated to ensure the safety of their students, right? I remember that many magicians use their students as test subjects......

"You!well!" the little lady frowned, jumped out of Edward's arms, and grabbed the Drow priestess who had been standing quietly aside, "But what about this damn rotten melon?

It really deserves to be spared, right?

The priestess hung her head slightly, didn't say a word, and didn't react to the roar of the half-elves, so Edward couldn't laugh or cry for a while-

Dahni's situation is no different from Albert's, as a believer, the priestess's loyalty to Rose has been cultivated from birth, although I don't know whether her faith is out of fear of power, or if she has no choice, but Rose can choose her to be the elect, then this faith must be genuine, and she still has Rose's divine power imprint in her body, as an ordinary drow elf, it is too difficult to resist Rose's possession.

So Edward had had Lisa keep an eye on her from the beginning just in case of an accident - and since he hadn't trusted her as a cronie from the beginning, it was certainly impossible for Edward to demand any loyalty from the priestess.

"Punishment...... Of course it is a must. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Edward said.

Dahny's shoulders trembled a little, but when she raised her head slightly, Edward had already reached out and pressed her chest, and then an inexplicable coldness made her open her mouth - before the scream left her throat, Edward had already withdrawn her palm, and a dark purple smoke was pulled out of the priestess's body!

"This is, the ...... of the spider queen"

The terrible stinging and cold were fleeting. Dahni gasped, staring at the purple smoke that had converged into a cloud in the psychic sorcerer's palm—the dark elf's delicate brow furrowed tightly, she knew. What has just been withdrawn from her body is Rose's divine power, which is also a testament to her as the queen of the spider.

The deep color had faded from it, replaced by a faint silver sheen, and Edward closed his fingers and gathered them into his body.

"That's it, what kind of punishment is this?"

"We don't have much time to waste right now. Edward smiled. An imperceptible light flashed in his black pupils: "Hurry up and return to the main material plane, otherwise who knows what will happen after a long delay......"

Before the word trouble could be spoken, he had already turned his head suddenly!

In the astral plane. The eternal detritus of the stars is constantly whirling, radiating a radiant light, but the never-ending, never-ending breeze is aimless. Now it was a little turbulent—they began to roll around a little in the silvery-white plane. And the center of that point, the deep dark color, is particularly eye-catching!

Edward's pupils constricted instantly!

The subtle darkness continued to expand in his field of vision, and eventually, it became a shadow wrapped in black smoke, which was like a blackened star, but the moment his eyes made contact with the tumbling darkness. A sizzling noise, just across a long distance. Ringing in my ears.

It was a maddeningly harsh friction, and when you focused your mind, it became stronger, and finally it even came like a tsunami!

There are no right words to describe this noise...... It is the howling wind that blows across the earth on a winter night, the innumerable jumble of musical instruments, the dying wails of millions of wild beasts......

In fact, it is a closer description, or in a small furniture factory, there are more than a dozen lathes and chainsaws, and the sound of broken gears and drill bits rubbing against each other......

It's just that the longer you gaze, the more the sound that blends together doubles and doubles! And the sound is certainly not just a sound, but a substance...... Or the terrifying monster that flicks the human skin, crawls along every pore, burrows into the human body, and brings in endless disgusting chaos, licking every cell of the body like a tongue...... chase and entangle them with the filthiest things.

"This ...... What the hell is this!"

Miss Half-Elf turned her head along Edward's gaze, but I couldn't help but snort at the touch of the darkness, but even though she covered her pointed ears tightly, a layer of flame-like darkness burst out around her body, isolating all of them in a vacuum, and still couldn't stop the sound from pouring into her brain!

The invisible ability created a solid barrier in space, like a tall tower enveloping the four of them, finally suppressing the terrifying sound into a humming whisper.

"That's Pandorian Ryan. ”

Edward's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the darkness that seemed to be billowing mist. He tried to make his tone appear calm and calm, but it didn't seem to be very satisfying. When he spit out the filthy name, a little hoarse mixed in at the end of the sentence.

The terrible sound had reached his ears, but at the same time he felt the terrible noise, he felt unusually sober, and did not even feel the urge to cover his ears—this terrible coercion did not destroy his sanity, but gave him a familiar feeling of refreshment...... It also brought a kind of realization to his heart.

To be precise, a part of the ancient evil.

It must have been separated before entering the astral plane, right?, but could it be that the magic circle that Mithra had built could not be used against Pandorian Ryan?

His mind turned, but Edward didn't turn his head to pay attention to the golden seal not far from him—if that thing couldn't seal Pandorian Ryan, then this ancient evil creature would have already escaped with his spirit, and judging from that distance, the time when this mass of dregs was separated should have been at least a few hourglass scales.

If even Katzejek hadn't paid attention to it, then the most likely way would have been at the time when Burgundy had passed through the space gate.

Of course, there is no point in extrapolating this.

Edward's body and the others retreated towards the magic tower, but his gaze did not leave the distant black spot for a moment.

At this time, the strange whistling finally began to slowly dissipate, and the small black fog rolled and began to gather into a more condensed shape—there was no more specific shape, just a twist that lingered around the fog, quietly suspended in the silver in the distance.

It wasn't the first time Edward had seen Pandorian Ryan's scum, but it was the first time he had seen one of this shape.

It was a huge mist, or rather, a galaxy of contraction and expansion. The vertical and horizontal flickering light densely spread countless sparks in the cascading darkness, forming a rotating disk, just like the one hanging in the sky in the clear night sky, the fierce light is extinguished, far and wide, just watching, as if you can peep into the deepest mystery of the universe through this side of the world. It's just that this light gives people not an amazing, exciting, and colorful feeling of the grandeur and mystery of the universe, but an inauspicious depression, a kind of scattered and broken fear that seems to collapse in front of them. (To be continued......)