"No, my lord, you can't ......," the sorcerer wailed in disbelief, trying to retract his palm. (23[x] But only that wail worked.

He rushed towards the glittering silver bone like a predatory dog, and then fell into the corner like a failed predator - and the moment he approached the glittering silver 'bone', the thing suddenly dissipated without a trace, so that his body could only be brought up in a messy arc in the air and fell headlong, and the shoulder hit the ground with a piercing bone cracking sound.

"Forgive me...... Lord, forgive me......"

The terrible sound in his ears crushed the tooth-aching bone, and the pain that cleaved his nerves made the black-robed sorcerer groan, and he struggled to support his body, raising his gaze blankly to see the terrible enemy in front of him standing in front of him, and slowly raised his hands. Then a layer of energy that filled the hall began to slowly dissipate—it was not something to see, hear, or touch, but he knew it...... It was the anti-teleportation barrier that was dense throughout the temple, as if he knew he could now teleport out of this terrifying battlefield, this massive sarcophagus.

It was his last chance to escape - but he couldn't make it!

The ring, the sacred object where his lord was lodged, the artifact, firmly tugged at his body, forbidding the possibility of a spatial transfer, and even as he desperately concentrated his mind trying to twist the rules of space, he tugged hard at his hand with the ring, whispering to himself. Crying, trying to get it to give up its will and let him go.

But to no avail.

The silver ring was no longer focused on him. It will not obey him, it only obeys its own will, its own **-that** is in front of him, in that silver light shaped into the shape of bones.

The space shook in an instant.

The energy of the circle that blocked the space had retreated into the corners of the wall, and the entire space became a realm of freedom. Like a dancer undressed and tempting those who have been manipulated by instinct into her wonderful interior, the energy begins to fluctuate from three points at the same time. The space is torn and distorted, creating a simple oval light gate.

However. There is no doubt about it......

"It's a trap! Get out of here!"

The black-robed sorcerer trembled, the expression on his face horrified! He propped himself up and wailed hoarsely towards the openings of the light gates, but then he realized that it was already a dead end—the teleportation channel had been completely opened. However, the teleportation ability changes direction in an instant, and the location of the energy is changed. A new goal has been set for them.

So the three black-robed magicians who crossed over became a row of delicate and gorgeous exhibition decorations in an instant-the heavy stone table in the center of the hall encircled their limbs and bodies, revealing only their heads, and the heavy pressure in the rock made their bones rattle, so they could only subconsciously moan in pain, twisting the only neck muscles that could move, trying to figure out what happened to them.

And the only thing they can figure out is that they have been attacked.

"Good ability. It's a pity that he is too inexperienced in facing the enemy......" The only voice was sighing softly and mocking meanly. Like the whisper of a demon attached to the ear. In the midst of this voice, the attackers were already standing in front of each of them.

The quadrangle figure is somewhat like a mirror image of magic, but if you look closely, it will appear, and it will be different from the mirror image in several decisive ways...... The light and shadow were blurry and dim, much crarserier than magical illusions, but afterimages that were too close to each other, and above each afterimage, his raised hands were already wrapped in a layer of darkness—thin but thick, with an ominous and terrifying killing intent.

Four remnants, four palms of both hands, pressed on the heads of the four black-robed sorcerers.

After a moment, the afterimage had dissipated without a trace, and only the shouts of the four sorcerers remained, high and low.

"It's the heart that absorbs ......"

"There's still time to add!"

"Lord, my power...... Already ......"

Psychic Drain, a vicious but effective psychic ability that attaches a dark glow to the Manifester's hands...... But it is really nothing more than an illusion caused by a reverse flow of energy, and when this darkness comes into contact with other beings, it will cause their souls to be wounded, stupid and sluggish, and only a strong divine or psionic healing can be healed. But the true value of this psionic energy is reflected in the confrontation of the same manifest person, every time it is touched by the black mist, it will make a psychic person lose a large number of psionic points, for a strong enough being, often just one touch, you can plunder all the opponent's power of the essence!

And when combined with time, it is actually a bit too extravagant to deal with three people who are bound in stone.

But it is undeniable that extravagant effects are often the best results, and in the blink of an eye, the three psychic warlocks have almost completely lost the ability to resist...... A psychic warlock who has lost his psionic points is no different from a mage who has run out of spells, and it is impossible for a weak body to give them any capital to fight back.

They could only widen their eyes and look at the person who had caused this qiē.

And he was looking at them—looking at one of them—at the ring on his hand, which was glittering.

Rokha ......

In his gaze, the black-robed sorcerer was trembling.

His long, dry, slender hand had withered, shrunk and changed color like a leaf on the stove. And the change seemed to spread to his entire body - he threw his head up desperately, his chest heaving and heaving, probably trying to make a sound...... But whether it was screaming, cursing, or pleading, it was just a strange exhalation in his throat...... And it wasn't him screaming, it was the sound of his lungs squeezing out the air inside as they contracted and dried up!

Whew!

With this voice, his whole body shrank violently like a parchment water bag in his hand! The smooth skin that originally belonged to young people slowly deformed and converged, as if the aging process was increased by hundreds of millions of times!

In the blink of an eye, his face turned into a thin layer of skin against his bones. Even the tooth-white skull under the cortex could be seen through the cortex, and the blood and muscles had disappeared somewhere. And he still maintained the posture of holding his head high, and the two eyeballs were still shaking in his sockets, and he couldn't see what feelings he was expressing, only that he was still alive, and he was feeling how he was dying little by little.

But the last of his life was cut off in an instant, and the moisture in his eyes dissipated. Shriveled and finally stuck into the eye sockets like withered petals, and this qiē actually only took a little more time than a breath. This originally crazy and powerful psychic warlock became a skeleton under a black robe.

No, not bones.

Because in the end, with a crackling sound, there were countless cracks on the bones. The crack then expanded. The black robe collapsed. fell to the ground, and the person inside had turned into ashes and sprayed outward.

This horrific scene was not just born in him. The other three black-robed magicians, almost at the same moment, also turned into scattered ashes.

"Heh......"

In the silence of the space, there was some muffled gasp, and it was the voice of the Khan King.

Although in fact he didn't want to make a sound at all - just a moment. He felt that at least half of the most unbelievable things in his life had already followed. It was already an event that was completely within his comprehension, as inexplicable and unbelievable as the divine descent that was born in front of his eyes last night. The only thing he could do was hold his breath and stare blankly.

But the breath that is held will eventually be released.

The subconscious voice, however, was like a guide, and a higher voice appeared with it—a rustle that expanded into a buzz, and then a language that shook the room.

"Interesting...... It's really interesting...... It seems that we will meet again. I'm looking forward to it. ”

It was an incomparably strange sound, it vibrated the air, it was unusually clear, but it seemed to carry a myriad of noises, more like tens of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of people were saying the same words at the same time, so the voice was so loud that it was so powerful that it was almost impossible to pay attention to what it was saying. I can only feel that the voice is pervasively eroding people's ** and eroding people's spirits, and as the weakest of all the people present, the Khan King of the Krurod people was knocked down by that feeling almost instantly!

He opened his mouth wide, but like a fish out of water, he couldn't breathe any air, he could only feel that his body seemed to be penetrated by something, and the muscles that were originally proud were constantly shrinking! Fatigue pinched his body like a huge palm, constantly rubbing, but he still had a clear feeling...... The process of slowly squeezing out the vitality is clear and abnormal!

It's as if I'm going to die and wither silently!

Luckily, just as he was about to wither, the sound had come to an abrupt end!

The qiē in the space calmed down...... The glittering ring slowly dimmed, fell to the ground with a thud, and returned into a bland metal—as if all its performances were just for the sake of saying this paragraph. But at the price, he consumed the lives of those few psychic warlocks.

Time passed in silence for a moment, and everyone was trying their best to recover what they had just lost. Until the three great shamans, Huang Zhizhong, as the leader, the Golden Eagle Great Shaman spoke.

"Your Excellency......"

The female shaman's face was haggard and exhausted at the moment, the blood on her facial features made her face look dozens of years older, and her voice was also mixed with muddy gasps, as if every breath might choke her to death, but she still had to struggle to speak, because in her field of vision, the young man had already bent down to pick up the terrible ring!

"You can't touch it, that's an evil thing that has existed since ancient times, we can't seal it, it will confuse everyone who picks it up, ......"

The Great Shaman hurriedly spat out a string of vague characters, as if trying to remind the young man of the power of this object, but the sentence had come to an abrupt end after only half of it...... The man had no interest in listening to her at all. Just pick up that ring like that!

However, nothing was born.

No one noticed when the ring fell into the hands of that man. His fingers rolled slightly, and a layer of moist and crystalline something slowly flowed through the space, enveloping the ring. A little bit of silver streamer flickered on the ring, but it had no effect on the liquid that flowed through, so it was wrapped in it.

Psychic Ability?Time Essence.

Edward let out a sigh and turned to face the three faces with different expressions, the death of the Manifest. The effects of Domination ended, and the three Great Shamans returned to normal...... Unfortunately, however, with the freedom of thought comes back into their bodies. And the greed, and the hostility towards outsiders.

Who was this man? How did he get here? He had defeated a few terrible enemies, but he was clearly not trustworthy either, his power was too strange. We have to make sure he won't be like those guys. It's too dangerous...... Delay the time, as soon as the various facilities in the temple are restored, he will be the biggest target......

There are all kinds of calculations, the slightest skeptical, and the decisions that strike first...... For these people in high positions, it may have long been an instinct etched into the soul. It's just that although they have enough tacit understanding to make judgments just by making eye contact, they have lacked the mind of mental protection. In front of a telemagician, it is far clearer and simpler than a giant advertising version.

Makes Edward smile indifferently.

"Your Excellency the Great Shamans. Thank you for your help, but right now we can't seem to relax. Because of the danger of this thing. It's much bigger than you think......"

The voice of the telemancer was calm and relaxed. With a kind of friendly warmth, several great shamans nodded at the same time.

Relax, relax your nerves.

"It wasn't forged by the mundane, and it wasn't even a god who made it......"

The voice continued, and the three great shamans froze, their pupils slowly dilated, looking at the smile that gradually bloomed on their faces—extremely kind, like old friends and family for many years.

You don't have to make any judgments, you just obey my commands......

"Therefore, we should find the part that is still hidden under the temple and take it out of here, otherwise it will bring unpredictable disaster to Krurod. ”

The three old men nodded, but the Great Golden Eagle Shaman shook his head violently - this is not right! Her spirit, which was more tenacious than the two companions, allowed her to break free from the strange fog and realize this qiē change...... What are you...... Are you ......" She staggered back, her eyes widened, she trembled, and began to violently resist spiritually!

However, it was too late! The man's eyes were silver in an instant! The storm of will took over her entire mind!

Execute my will and make a qiē easy!

......

"Report to me. ”

"Yes, great leader. ”

The three great shamans bowed their heads at the same time, and their voices replied in a mechanical and hollow voice: "The defense system of the Great Temple has been restored seventy percent, but there is a certain place where permanent damage has been caused, and the repair time ranges from three months to seven years. "But with a sufficient supply of magical materials, this world can be shortened to less than a month. There are now one hundred and seventy-nine high priests left, and the operation of the temple will not be affected too much. ，”

"Well, then, you should direct the restoration. ”

The three great shamans nodded slightly, turned and left.

As they passed by, the calm expressions on their faces and the burning eyes terrified the Khan kings of the Krurod people.

He'd seen that look...... It was the way the servants looked at him when they were patrolling the remote territory of the tribe, looking up with reverence, their wisdom and reason gone, and the fanaticism with which they seemed to surrender everything to him, except that he had never imagined in his life that he would see such a thing in the eyes of those shamans who were high up in the sky, let alone the kings of the shamans who commanded the great temple.

What does it mean to be a leader?

He had no idea what that word meant...... But he clearly felt that the changes of these shamans, they were no longer high, no, they were still high, but in the unreachable clouds, now there was a clearly visible image, and what they were worshipping was no longer the god of the mountain, but the little human in front of them, who was white and not tall. ，

From then on, there was no temple of the god of the mountain, no supreme great shaman, no khan revered by all the people, and the whole of Krurod may only be left with the name of that person, that Edward Vincent.

"It's all his......"

"Don't be cranky...... He doesn't need to. ”

The mage beside him gently reminded him, causing King Khan's body to tremble, and he stopped talking to himself in a low voice.

yes, that guy...... What is the use of him asking for Krurod, does he want the stupid and old-fashioned herdsmen to serve him, or does he need to build a mage's castle on this place?

Suddenly some sadness passed through the Khan's heart...... The answer was about to come out, and it didn't make sense - he, the Khan King, and these shamans were fighting for what they wanted to get, and in front of the truly powerful Being, it was just a boring joke. (To be continued!)

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