Chapter 589

Charles, Astor, and the Sage of the Current, who is in charge of the water, rode the wind, and Aster was originally to take Charles out of the dangerous place, but later found that no one was catching up and prepared to win directly. Accelerated by the wind, they easily moved away from the crowd, and the three of them were the first to walk together near the treasure field.

It's not as easy to get weak in dreams as in reality, and I don't feel uncomfortable maintaining Falastre for a long time.

As the main spellcaster of the storm, Charles has been observing the map's warnings while accompanying the Currents of the Mage, and keeps his companions informed of the current situation.

When the number of red dots behind them increased significantly, the three of them became vigilant, until the shuttling wind seemed to hit an invisible wall, and at the same time, there was a faint whisper of chanting. As the magic fluctuated, the space was torn apart, and sharp wind blades were released from multiple directions at the same time like a thousand blades.

The Priest raised his staff, and the water appeared in the air and condensed into a shield. Charles raised his air gun at the same time, condensing a small tornado and ruthlessly swept it, shattering all the multiple wind blades that were divided.

Astor pressed the staff in his hand down slightly, the glimmer of the wind flashed in his eyes, distracting his mental power to chase the shadows shuttling between the darkness and the wind, assisting Charles to smash the surging wind blade together, staring into the gloomy place and whispering, "Mr. Sidney, what's the situation on the map now?" ”

"I don't know what happened after we left, but the symbol of the merchant briefly appeared and then disappeared, and the red mark of the enemy appeared where the merchant was originally located, and the number of enemies on the map continued to increase."

Sidney unfolded the map with his left hand and looked at all the markings and routes, "At this moment there are three enemies around us, although they also use the magic of the wind, but they are not as powerful as Mr. Franchino...... It should be Mr. Michelle or the Lord of Oran, the contenders we had arranged for us in the dream. ”

Charles listened to Sidney's words and listened to the wind, and after a moment, he smashed the wind blade closest to him, and threw his wind gun with all his might towards the right front.

The wind gun pierced through the condensed tornado, piercing the invisible barrier with the sound of a sharp weapon shattering bones. With a tooth-aching grinding sound, a tiger-shaped monster with cyan wings on its back, a stone-like horn on its head, and long black and red fur covered in its body stepped into the shadows of the storm.

Charles could hear the sound of the wind, and the secrets of the wind could not escape his ears. The tip of the wind gun pierced the back of the monster with precision, and the wind barrier that surrounded it shattered one after another.

"It's a holy beast-level wind whistling tiger, and ......"

Astor looked up, his greenish eyes staring at the Wind Howling Tiger, who had been pierced through half of his body by the wind spear, blood dripping down his fur, and his body leaning forward due to broken spines and compression, falling straight from the air.

The shattered wall of wind vanished, and a humanoid figure wearing a robe with a summoning necklace hanging around its neck appeared where the Wind Howling Tiger had been.

'He' had grayish brown hair, an ancient emblem on his chest that could tell him that he was a saint-level summoner, and his black-red pupils were full of split black blood. Half of the face retains flesh and blood, the other half looks like it has been bitten by a wild beast and its bones are exposed, and there are also claw prints cut by wild beasts on the neck, like a deliberate imprint.

Not only did the summoner who suddenly appear, but two humanoid figures appeared one after another in the center of the shattered wind wall.

One of them was a skeleton with only a skull, hollow eyes, not an inch of flesh and skin, and an extremely exaggerated gray mage hat on his head, covering half of his body. Wearing a loose cloak on his back, exposing his sternum and black ribs, his chest was hollow, his legs were cut off under his waist, and he was equipped with multiple tentacles similar to the tailbone of a beast, also a saint-level necromancer.

Standing beside the necromancer, he appeared at the same time as an undead knight with a straight waist, his left hand holding the reins of flames and riding on the back of a bone horse, his whole body covered in silver armor, his face almost completely obscured by the helmet, revealing only a pair of dark green soulfire eyes.

The Howling Tiger, which fell from the air, howled at its master, but the summoner landed from the sky without looking at it.

The necromancer shook his toothless jawbone and let out a strange laugh, and the staff made of bone skulls and bone rods was raised by thin arms, and a magic circle appeared beneath the wind howling tiger. The claws of the magic condensed into shadows cramped, gnawing away at flesh and the storm that pierced through the Howling Tiger's backbone, transforming the 'living' Howling Tiger into undead creatures in anger.

Charles rode back to Astor and Sidney, pulling out a new air gun in the air in the palm of his right hand.

"He even directly reincarnated his companion's contract demonic beast into an undead, even in a dream...... Such a cruel act is almost as good as the light of evil. ”

Astor clenched his fingers on the shaft of the staff, his brow furrowed, and whispered in disbelief, "Why do the undead appear in the dream realm, is it with Mr. Michelle's permission, or can they invade the dream realm?" ”

In the process of the necromancer reincarnating the Wind Howling Tiger into an undead, neither the summoner nor the undead knight reacted or acted at all. The godless and empty eyes stared indifferently at the three Charles, as if they were deliberately waiting for them to communicate, and like the loose limbs of a puppet waiting for instructions.

"There is something strange about them at the moment, they are more of a false illusion than the real us, most likely the creation of dreams rather than real people. Mr. Michelle had made them appear at this moment, and there must have been some special purpose in creating this illusion. ”

Charles tilted his head slightly, looked at the tense expression of the Water System Law Saint beside him, and paused for a few seconds before asking politely, "Mr. Sidney, looking at your reaction at the moment, do you know their identity?" ”

Of the three of them, Sidney was over a hundred years old, despite his youthful appearance, and knew more about the continent's secret history than Charles and Aster.

"If they were real people like us, they would never be here at this moment. Mr. Michelle and the Pope are enemies, and they cannot submit to the lords of Oran, which I can be fully sure of. ”

Sidney let out a breath and stared ahead after quickly composing himself, "They are all fallen humans wanted a hundred years ago...... You may not know them, but you must have heard of them. ”

"Signed a contract with dozens of high-level, saint-level demonic beasts, known as Tebaru, the summoner of the Tempest Calamity. A lich who slaughtered many human cities at will, just to expand his Scourge legion, and the evil spirit scourge in the name of 'Plague Bird'...... and the Ghost Rider who was killed by him and reincarnated the corpse of a human paladin with his own hands. ”

As Sidney spoke, Charles and Yaster's eyes became more and more dangerous.

Sidney held up the map in his left hand, and his mental strength observed the red punctuation. As he spoke, the three Tebaru were marked on the map with a message from Sidney's words at the back of the dot on the map, noting the memories of the fantasy and marking the information from Frankino.

"It's true that they're not real people, they're false memories that only act when we attack."

Astor looked away from the map and stared at the three apparitions in front of him, "Mr. Sidney, the records of the Windy City have been destroyed, and only a part of their past sins have been preserved. According to current records, they were purified by the current pope a hundred years ago...... According to what you just said, this is not the case, right? ”

"Purification is only a superficial illusion, but it is actually recruitment. The Pope 'purified' many evil sinners in the name of light, but in fact arrested and forcibly imprisoned them...... Let the darkness be his slave. ”

Sidney looked sideways behind him, "I don't know much information, I was just a junior mage at the time. Since their appearance originated from Mr. Franquino, waiting for the memory of these fantasies to be resolved, we can ask Mr. Frankino directly, which must be more accurate than my explanation at this moment. ”

"The markers on the map are almost all out of action at the moment, and only three points of light are safe...... Most of the rest are converging, and perhaps Orn and they all have the same enemies. ”

Charles raised his air pistol and hid the violence in his eyes, "I have heard memories from the storm of a thousand years, that Tebaru is a traitor to the Windy City, and that countless humans and aliens have died at his hands. Tebaru collects souls and forces his contract beasts to grow by devouring corpses and various cruel secret methods. ”

"Just kill them and we'll reach the ultimate treasure spot." Charles pointed the tip of his gun at Tebaru's chest, "Fantasy memories are not the essence, I'll go and kill Tebaru first, so that he doesn't summon a contract beast to interfere with our actions." You hold off the Lich and the Undead Knight, and we'll be together when I return. ”

"Stay safe."

The moment Astor responded softly, Charles flew into a phantom speed, and the gun appeared in front of Tebaru almost instantly.

As Charles acted, the consciousness of the necromancer, Tebaru, and the undead knight seemed to be awakened at the same time, like a puppet with a string, and the limbs straightened for a moment.

In the evil undead magic array, the Wind Howling Tiger, which has lost its flesh and fur due to reincarnation, and whose bones have grown spikes, trembles all over, raises its head and roars hoarsely. The magic array around it expanded rapidly, and the Split Illusory Claws scurried along with the Wind Howling Tiger, pounced on Charles at full speed.

The roar of the Wind Howling Tiger was completely different from the previous one, like a sharp and piercing sound rubbing against each other.

Seeing the air gun in Charles' hand coming towards him, Tebaru only looked up slightly at Charles. His eyes didn't change, and at the moment when the tip of the air gun was about to pierce his throat, Tebaru coldly tore off the necklace around his neck and threw it at random where the tip of the gun had pierced.

The jewel in the middle of the necklace just stops the tip of the spear and shatters when touched. The shattered hedron recombined with the wind, condensing a gray teleportation array in front of Tebaru, and almost simultaneously an iron tong stretched out from the center of the magic circle, and the pincers of the tooth marks stretched towards the wind gun.

Sidney's eyes flickered with a glimmer of light, condensing the water into bubbles, which shattered in the wind next to Charles's ears, and told him to go into his mind, "That's one of Tebaru's contract monsters, a toothed iron ant king that has mutated many times, and has broken through the boundaries by devouring a variety of saint-level materials, and has grown to the ninth level before being imprisoned by the light, and may break through the saint-level monster at any time. ”

"Although it is only level nine, the Toothed Iron Ant King is Tebaru's most trusted magical beast due to its particularity, and his power is huge. Its iron pincers can easily shatter bones, even the scales of an adult dragon. ”

Sidney, "Please beware, Mr. Charles. According to Mr. Franquino's memory, and according to the information I know, there must have been a poisonous scorpion hiding in the shadows, or hiding in Tebaru's bones and sleeves, when the Toothed Iron Ant King appeared. ”

Listening to Sidney's words of instant reminder, Charles controlled the wind and retreated, calmly avoiding the tip of the giant iron tongs that resembled black iron.

Just as Sidney reminded, the moment Charles retreated, Tebaru's sleeves trembled slightly, and he quietly stretched out a small gray-purple scorpion tail, shooting multiple poisonous needles towards Yaster's eyes, chest, wrists, and other weak spots.

Not only that, after shooting the poisonous needle, Tebaru's right hand reached for his neckline, and the poisonous scorpion hid its body and half lay on the back of his neck, and the upward scorpion tail repeatedly aimed at the target in the wind. The Wind Howling Tiger, who was reincarnated as an undead, pounced on Charles, and Tebaru picked off two gems and held them in his hands, preparing to summon more contract beasts.

The necromancer on the ground let out a strange laugh again, and raised the bone staff with his thin arm, and then the sky was dark, and the door of the undead quietly condensed, and the natural disaster was about to come.

The Undead Knight raised a bone spear resembling a cross-scythe in his hand, and pointed the tip of the bone spear at Charles while guarding the necromancer. Just as Charles prepares to kill Tebaru first, the illusion with simulated memories is also prepared to deal with Charles first.

*

In the dream, Ryan, who created an illusion based on Frankino's memory, held the parchment scroll and sighed in a low voice in his mind: "Unity, is the Pope hiding nearly a thousand years of sins in the City of New Light?" ”

System: "You could be a little bolder. ”

"That is, evil arises from 'light.'"

Recovering in human form, Ryan returns to the core of the dream, talks to the illusionary psychic powers, and assists in the creation together. It's just that there are too many dangerous accounts on the parchment scroll, and Orn alone is likely to cause the dream to fail, so he changed his original mind and let Andrew change his role from a participant to a helper.

Frankino teamed up with Arrolyn and the others, and the danger around them would eventually disappear.

Andrew, who received Ryan's command, changed direction, changed from a human form to a half-dragon form, spread the light and dark dragon wings on his back, and approached Charles and the others who needed help the most.

*

The shield of holy light encircles Isidore, Orn, and Musel to protect them.

Mussell held a magic staff, and his spiritual power sensed the flow of water vapor in the air, looking for the enemies hidden around him at the moment.

"The Light tells me at this moment that it seems to be thieves, assassins, and Shadowwalkers who are hiding around us." Isidore stared at the map, "The number of red dots is decreasing and increasing, and the rules seem to have been changed, with some new hints added. ”

Musel pressed his finger to the map, "Lighteater of Shadows, Scarlet Poison Blade, Lightstealer of Hidden Blades...... They are all familiar titles. ”

"A sin wanted a hundred years ago, a bounty hunter who feeds on the hearts and flesh of humans and aliens."

Orn set up multiple layers of enchantment beside him, deliberately feigning a relaxed and casual posture and waiting for a sneak attack.

Orn looked down at the new note on the parchment scroll and said, "As far as I know of history, these people were purified by the light a hundred years ago. At this moment, an illusion can be created based on Mr. Franchino's memory, and it seems that the purification at that time was just a lie, so that it was convenient to collect the strong to become the Pope's slaves...... Or maybe it's for nourishment. ”

"It's all terrifying existence, and Charles's encounter with them at the moment is even more dangerous. I'd rather meet a group of assassins, than a necromancer of the same level, or an undead lich with a natal knight. ”

Musel whispered, "Thousands of years ago, the Pope endured until the imminent birth of the King of the Imperial City...... It's hard to imagine how much he prepared for that day. ”

"The gods do not come to the mainland, there must be some kind of agreement during this period. Source of Calamity......"

Isidore's fingertips condensed a cloud of holy light and weaved the red dots on the map into a line, "According to the notes recorded on the map, when we start to act, the enemy's illusion will fight back according to our actions. ”

"I've seen it in the Temple of Light that the three enemies around us like to sneak up on and hunt powerful mages in the dark. They are good at using demon-sealing props to make mages unable to resist, and then slashing their chests one by one, and slitting ribs with their tips...... It wasn't until the heart was split into pieces that it was left with its last breath before it broke its neck. ”

Isidore looked up at Orn and Mussell, "Do you want to wait for Mr. Frankino and Ms. Arroline, or try to force a breakthrough first?" Whatever choice you make, I will control the Light to assist you. ”

"Thank you very much."

Orn put away the map, had identified the hiding place of the three illusions that had not been moved, and after thinking about it, he said in a deep voice: "According to the illusion created by Franchino's memory, the lord of Oran and Mr. Michelle must be hinting that they are likely to survive to this day.

The final battle is approaching, and since this is a dream, especially with the help of pure light, I want to feel some of their abilities and avoid being caught off guard when they actually encounter it later. ”

Only after the experience can you know how dangerous it really is.

"I think the same thing." Musel nodded in agreement, "Mr. Isidore, we need your help. ”

Ou En tilted his head slightly: "I have never tried to cooperate with His Highness Musel alone. ”

"Me too."

Mussell looked calm, "I wish water and fire could coexist." ”

"I see, I'll help coordinate your magic."

Isidore rolled up the map into his sleeve, raised his staff slightly, and whispered a incantation, "May the light see through all evil." ”

The light of the sky shone with magic, and under the guidance of Isidore's spiritual power, the three enemies hiding around them appeared at the same time with a mark of a feather of light above their heads.

The Holy Feathers are bright, shining pure, forcing invisible foes to reveal themselves.

When the mark is successful, the Thieves, the Assassins, and the Shadowwalkers all go into action at the same time.

Dressed in tight black leather armor and covering his face with a black scarf, the thief reached for his waist pocket and pulled out a bottle of black magic potion.

The thief slammed the potion into the ground with all his might, intent on cleansing himself and his companions of the mark of being captured by the light. However, when the magic bottle collided with the solid stone and shattered, Mussell just waved his staff lightly, and the medicine in the magic bottle was immediately forcibly swept away by Musel, and not a drop was splashed around, and was squeezed into a ball by Mussell with spiritual power.

The Assassins and Shadowwalkers, according to the information that Ryan had purchased from Frankino and the system, had planned to mark the purification before assassination, and immediately abandoned the idea when the potion was swept away.

The Assassin was armed with two daggers, trying to make his figure as illusory as possible.

The Shadowwalker hung his dagger at his waist, took out a crossbow from the storage space with his left hand, and walked along the shadows of light and darkness, seemingly scattered close to Orn and Isidore, but in fact, the direction of the weapon was Mussel.

Musel tilted his head slightly, and the polo of water condensed by the potion floated to Orn's side, silently chanting a spell, calling for a torrential rain in their place.

The sky was darkened by the undead magic in the distance, and even as the Assassins and Shadowwalkers blurred, the Feather of Light remained firmly attached to them.

The rain seemed to drown out the sound of their footsteps, but in fact every movement of the Assassins and thieves was perceived by Musel, and the thick humidity made them slower, and the gravity of the rain made their steps heavier.

Orn raised his staff slightly, and the flames scorched the potion that could devour the feather of light, and the torrential rain contracted with the flames, and the raindrops gradually scaled hot under Orn's precise control, burning from cold and fierce to lava.

The thief, who was deliberately ignored and in the rain, tingled his scalp, and even his bones felt as if they were about to be burned.