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The two were helped out of the lavishly decorated main castle and towards the cold military fortress next to it. It was still heavily guarded, with soldiers in heavy scale armor patrolling back and forth tirelessly, and several mages fed by the Duke remained at their posts, monitoring the vast area with their wondrous arcane abilities within the tower.

The two of them slept in the same large room, and the servants placed them in bed and closed the thick oak door, leaving only a faint magic lamp to reflect the dark light of the room.

Lying on the bed, Bovodi and Ficaro did not move for a long time, as if they were completely asleep.

He turned his head to Ficaro on the other thick bed and whispered, "Get up, I have carefully detected it with my ability to perceive spells, and there is no spell monitoring here." ”

Ficaro, whose face was red, suddenly got up with a smile on his face and said, "It seems that they all think that we are too drunk to move." We're off to a good start. ”

His teacher, Povodi, only chuckled slightly, then got up and said, "Let's go, go to the secret room and contact the rest of the people." As he spoke, he tipped an alarm clock on the table, and the door to a passage slowly opened on the wall, reaching into the dark and boundless underground.

In the main castle of the Duke of Sauers, various entertainment activities are in full swing. A famous troubadour from the East China Sea performs his magical song that will enchant whales. The soothing and distant music seems to transport people to the depths of the sea, immersed in the boundless warmth. On the other side, a few clowns from the south performed a play with magic, and their burlesque performances and brilliant tricks won the laughter and applause of a group of noble ladies. There were also some small nobles on the lawn outside, and then the colorful lights danced, each with a devoted, as if indulging in the gorgeous heaven and earth.

Reverend Holder got up and said goodbye to the duke, "It's getting late, I have to go and prepare for the priesthood tomorrow morning." I have to leave here, please forgive me. ”

After the duke had spoken a few polite words to him, he sent the high priest out with the others. Of course, the mages of Giffen City were once again at the back.

A simple, sturdy four-wheeled carriage carried the high priest on one side of the earthquake side and slowly drove towards the great temple on the hill on the other side. The huge temple with a cube dome was getting closer. Reverend Holder squinted his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the sacred place where he had lived for nearly fifty years: fifty years, dozens of countries around him, large and small, had lived a cautious life in the shadow of Giffen City. Minerals are plundered by it, officials are planted by it, armies of various countries are secretly infiltrated by it, and the trade in magic instruments is completely monopolized by it. If Cruise, a wild man and greedy ghost, had obtained a legendary spell, perhaps even the most powerful Church of Mother Earth in human society would not dare to fight against it. Fortunately, he won't! Although his ninth-order spells are very powerful, his own church is also full of talents and power, and the two sides have been fighting openly and secretly for nearly sixty years, and now it is time to understand!

The carriage followed the road over a huge temple with six stories of height. Even in the middle of the night, there are still some devout believers who pray faintly inside. Bursts of praise and begging slowly dispersed in the cold night sky, drifting with the breeze to the distant stars in the sky.

Holder was moved every time he saw this, what a pious and kind person. These poor peasants, oppressed by the city of Giffen and the nobles and merchants, had no choice but to turn to the merciful and great goddess Artley. Without the Goddess's help, I wonder how many people would have been reduced to dry bones in the wilderness!

His face was solemnly clenched into fists. He said to himself: "Bear with me, and one of these three mountains will soon be gone! But as long as the rotten bone of Giffen City is removed. Then we in the Church of Mother Earth God are the greatest force in this large area! All the people of the earth will have to respect the demands of our church! Then we will deliver you from your misery and finally build a truly idyllic kingdom! That day will surely come!"

The carriage crossed the temple and headed for a strangely shaped fortress. It's like a thick triangular box that falls to the ground. Each vertex is a large, short, crutche-shaped stone building. They are then connected by three long rows of tall buildings, forming a thick and solid fortress.

The triangle is a symbol of stability. And the place on this building is not only a symbol of the strength and benevolent bearing power of the goddess Artley, but also a special magic array! Before you get close to this triangular fortress, you can feel a special and complex enchantment power enveloping the vast area around it, which not only has the effect of countering evil and dimensional anchors, but also can raise the spells of the earth realm to a higher level. It also makes the Church Priest's healing spell temporarily have a powerful spell function.

So it was not only a place for the priests to live and study, but also a solid defensive bulwark, and even a medium army if necessary!

The carriage slowly drove into the fortress, and Holder quickly entered the tall, wide, columnar building and returned to his room. In this large, simply furnished blue-gray room. There was already a man in a red mage's robe sitting at a large, simple thick wooden table. Carefully observe the crystal ball in front of him.

Holder locked the door tightly and recited a lengthy incantation. The "High Guard Inscription" on the door was activated, and anyone who forced their way in would be harmed by Yan zhòng. After the security work was completed, he turned to the red-robed mage and said, "Mr. Summers, how are the others?"

Summers was an old mage with a thin face, short hair and a short beard, but his well-proportioned body sat straight on a simple wooden chair, looking very energetic and energetic. He nodded expressionlessly and said, "The situation is all right." I've been in touch with Povodi and Ficaro. Just wait for the time to come, and we will act together! This action is under the command of our Arcane Federation, with the cooperation of the Earth Mother God Church and Steel Heart Flow, I believe that he will be able to be caught off guard! Before dawn, my men will activate the teleportation circle on time, and the mage, priest, and Steel Heart Flow warrior will be reasonably arranged. ”

Holder nodded slightly with a smile on his face and said, "Then there will be labor." If there is anything else, please do not hesitate to ask. Although he didn't like this cold-faced mage, the necessary etiquette should not be lost.

With a bang, the soul extraction spell in Navia's hand collapsed! Under the immunity of the opponent's strong will, it completely collapsed!

"No!" he cried out in despair, "how can this be?

The dead war demon who was still trapped in the circle laughed and sang:

Come on, come on, come on!

The pious kneeling in the face of violence

I crown you with a golden crown

Look, look, look!

This sharp axe slays like an ant

Gift you to destroy the traces of the past

Listen, listen, listen!

Grief-stricken wounds like sharp knives piercing the body

Navia's eyes were like beasts, and her face was like that of a demon, and she shouted, "Shut up, you damned demon!, how could you be exempt from this spell?!, say, what's going on?, or I'll have harsh means to clean you up!"

The toad-like demon laughed strangely, "Ignorant humans. Do you think you've found a perfect way to deal with the devil after reading a few books? Hahahaha, you're so naïve! Even you humans are diverse, all different, some are strong enough to withstand snake venom, but their brains are not good and they can't learn arcane arts, and some people are the opposite, and some people have good brains and can learn arcane arts. but was bitten by a poisonous snake and died. And what about us demons, your spells may be successful against ordinary berserk demons, but they are useless to me! ”

Navia forced herself to calm down: "It doesn't matter, you can still perform a few soul extractions after a while! The key is that you must force this demon not to resist!" and responded to the arrogant demon with the most vicious sneer: "Sharp blade piercing? Sure enough, they're all perverts!, then I'll let you have a good time!" As he spoke, he concentrated all his mind on a delicate spell, meticulously unleashing another spell hidden in the magic array on the ground.

With a few clicks, dozens of swirling translucent power blades flew and appeared in the magic array, slowly rotating around the berserker with a chill. Some of them resemble large frisbees with sharp edges, some resemble heavy scimitars with two sharp ends, some resemble hook claws with tails and tails together, and some resemble axes instead of axes, and some resemble flames instead of flames. It's all sharp. As long as it is cut, even the thick rhinoceros skin is like tissue paper!

Navia said coldly with a vicious look on her face: "Now you can't get out and you can't go back. If you don't honestly let me extract your soul, I'll let these forces cut through your body bit by bit. Let you taste what it is like to be chopped alive!" He stared at the Berserker for a while, and when he saw that the other party was dead, he said fiercely: "Good, good, good, I want to see how strong your demon's endurance is!!" He shouted like a mad dog with red eyes: "I will cut your flesh inch by inch." Let you lie like a dead dog with its skin plucked and wail in blood! I will break your tendons one by one. I'm going to cut off your bones one by one and make you crawl on the ground on your stomach like a worm! Crawl!!Did you hear me?"

At the sound of his angry incantations, those flying strange power blades slowly approached the Berserker. But these sharp deterrences of broken wood like cutting paper and gold like cutting flesh did not shake the berserker demon for half a minute, and he continued to laugh and say, "Cowardly mortal, I have seen it! At this moment, your heart is more terrified than mine. Hahaha. Come, come, cut my flesh and let me put on this blood-colored thorny cloak! Chop open my bones. Let my sorrow drip from the cracks! Come and come, and cleave my bones. Let my body turn into a rotten earth!"

He sang in a frenzy: "Come, come, let me show you the great deeds! Let you abandon the skin of mortals, and let you join the eternal footsteps." The fanaticism and fearlessness in his eyes were like unshakable towering peaks, without the slightest flinch or hypocrisy!

He shouted in horror, "Shut up, stop you're done!" As soon as he finished speaking, the spell was activated, and the blades in the circle flew out, bringing out the broken blood marks and terrible screams. Along with this, a bloody mist of blood surged from the bodies of the berserker demons, and they stirred around and broke through the circle like living creatures.

Finally, a wisp of blood mist flew out through the gap in the operation of the magic circle, and in the blink of an eye, it diffused throughout the entire large room.

Navia suddenly felt his breath hard, and a vicious aura corrupted his windpipe like poison! Then his stomach spasmed, and his stomach fell to the ground in sharp pain! The faint smell of fish had begun to poison his stomach!

Frightened, he grabbed a vial of the "toxin remover" potion that had been prepared and gulped it down. The strong medicinal power works quickly. His entire body was protected by the "toxin removal" effect, which stopped the suffocating, mire-like stench.

He gasped for a moment, and shouted angrily: "How dare you poison me? You big meat maggots in this dung pit! I will chop you into slices! Piece by piece of meat!" In the angry spell, the blades in the circle swirled, and the shocking blood spun and splashed one by one, as if the punishment of purgatory would never stop.

The hour of dawn is coming, and the sky is already covered with clouds that cover the sky and the sun. Changing from white to blue, it seems that endless and indefinite clumps of cotton are clustered in the sky, cutting off all the brilliance.

Summers said to High Priest Holder with a cold face: "Something is wrong! Two of our people sent by the Austrian Union to intercept the letters of the Duke of Dinovalren have not returned yet, and they have not replied to the letter after several text messages. Something may have happened!"

Pastor Holder's worst fears came to pass, and he anxiously asked, "Maybe Cruise found out about us." So they killed the two of them?or did you want to suspend the operation?" As long as the operation was stopped, even if Giffen City knew that the church was playing ghosts, they would not dare to openly start a confrontation.

But the Summers Junction cannot afford any failure! if it does not succeed this time. Then it would be difficult to have a second chance!, so the cold-faced old mage said unusually calmly, "Not necessarily discovered!" The letter was sent to Gascodi, but the people who monitored him did not find anything unusual. In addition, I have ruled over the inner city of Giffen, and have them keep a close watch on those who enter and leave the gates. No special cases have been found yet. He also said: "This plan of action has been going on for a long time, and now it is ready to be sent! There may still be a chance of success. If there is a retreat at this time, then Giffen City will be liquidated one by one. At that time, the Duke of Sauers, the Duke of Tracy, the forces of our Arcane Federation, and your Mother Earth Church will suffer great losses!" If they want to stop now, the two dukes won't agree, but they are doing this with their own net worth and their lives! Once they fail, they will be given a "suicide for some reason, violent death for some reason" by Giffen City!

Hold's eyes moved slightly to think about it, and then he said, "In that case, then I will pray to the goddess Artley at once, and ask the eldest voice to give us a little direction!" Seeing that the other party nodded, he turned and left. After walking through a long tall hallway. He hurried to a small separate room.

It was a very small room. There is only room for three double beds. But the walls inside are intricately carved and beautifully painted. The east wall is painted with a delicate and moving spring scene, and the green velvet-like grass spreads over the countless rising hills. The sprouting young trees are like a happy thin boy, standing on the mountains and dancing in the wind and light mist; the south wall is painted with a magnificent summer scene, the magnificent red sunset is like a majestic flame burning most of the sky, dyeing the green fields and Lihu Lake on the plain with a charming purple halo, making people just want to sit quietly by the beautiful lake and take a silent rest; There are also boundless wheat fields raising bursts of golden ripples, a joyful scene of harvest. On the north wall, a peaceful and peaceful winter landscape is depicted, and in the vast snow-colored mountains, several chic snow-white huts are clustered around a huge evergreen tree, showing a strange warmth.

These pictures are not only rich in content, but also vividly depicted, like several doors to the world of the four seasons, and you only need to step one step to feel the charming atmosphere of living and cool.

Holder entered the interior and closed the thick door. He knelt down at a half-man-high shrine on the east wall, closed his eyes slightly to gather all his spirits, and prayed silently in the most pious tone:

The land is long gone

Mother of Green

I stand on your shoulders

Begging for soft words from you

Mountains and rivers on the side of the road

Fields of ploughing

It's all about your nurture of you

All snuggled in your arms

I picked up the wet dirt

Caress your gentle smile

O the land of the past

O affectionate mother

I offer you the highest prostration

However, in the shallow shrine on the wall, it was not the silver-haired peasant woman that I usually saw, but a wild girl form!

She was dressed in a leopard skin dress that only covered her beautiful curves, riding on a mighty and strong black-maned male lion, running happily over the vast fields of spring, and her sweet girlish smile was like a budding pink flower, which made people feel pity and love.

It was the ancient form of the goddess Artley, who was then called Zhanas.

Outside the room, in the distance, there were already faint white marks on the horizon

The scarred madness of the magic circle was like a puddle of crimson mudflats on the floor. His flesh had been cut inch by inch, and the blood was like a thick mud covering the circle, and his thick bones were exposed in large quantities, like bewitching white flowers, blooming on the stinking black and red earth. Even his face was blurred and covered beyond his eyes by the sharp force of the flying blade! But a pair of big eyes were still staring at Navia, and there was not the slightest fear, not the slightest pleading, not even the shadow of pain in those terrible dark red eyes! Only a mocking look, yes, an endless mocking look! As if she was at a loss for her opponents, Navia said: "Ignorant human beings! What else would you do but this funny criminal law? Do you know that the path of the abyss is an eternal torture ten thousand times more ferocious than this!"

Navia's hands trembled as she began the final soul extraction, and he saw the indomitability of the other party, and it was this unyielding that prevented the spell from succeeding. Now this guy is dying, and if he kills him again, he will die! But why can he still hold on? Why can he still laugh at me? Is my dream destined to be unrealized? Ivana! I will never give up!

He unleashed the spell with a slight composure, and the pebble gem in his hand once again emitted an orange soul extraction ray that shot straight into the head of the berserker. The Berserker who was paralyzed to the ground just whined with his scarred mouth that could not prophesy. There was a thud and the gem shook, and the last effort failed!

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