Alas, it's getting more and more delayed, let's change it for a while...... I'm sorry

It's a very casual voice.

Although honorifics are used in the salutation, there is no hint of respect...... It reverberated through the halls, giving everyone a sharp ...... Strangeness—even with a pleasant hint of low magnetism, is like a big spoon stuck in people's minds, and then constantly flipped, stirring up their concentrated spirits into a mess. They completely forget what they are going through and how they are going to act.

The hall fell silent, leaving only the sound to echo slowly until an uncertain amount of time had passed.

"Who are you?"

Of the three shamans, the woman as the leader was the first to break away from the psychedelic sluggishness, but she only frowned tightly and looked at the slender and short man in a low-level shamanic robe, so that the act of breaking the silence once again fell on the shaman beside him.

There was a messy cacophony of voices, and he stood up with the chair behind him, and the poor piece of furniture was kicked by him, breaking into several pieces with the sound of ping-pong clashes, causing everyone around the table to frown.

"Who allowed you in?"

"Report to you, Your Excellency, that we have lifted the threat. ”

The man still responded with that casual voice, seemingly unconcerned about his flaws - if he was indeed a low-ranking shaman who matched his appearance, then he should at least get down on one knee to pay respect to the three great shamans. Then add a specific title to the salutation, and a shamanic canon that precedes the proclamation.

But at the moment, nothing.

So. What does this mean?

Is he really a messenger? Or is it a new force sent by the other side to disrupt the balance? What does it mean to 'remove the threat'? Is it the victory of his own side that turns the tide of the world, or is it some disturbing deterrence by his opponent? or even ......

The black-robed mage lowered his gaze, as if carefully observing the uninvited guest...... Then, the smile that mixed smug and mockery crept up the corners of his lips again.

In the first breath, he almost subconsciously took the intruder as a response to the enemy - obviously a little crappy. Because as the on-site commander appointed by the return of all things. He knew all too well about the power he had put into this operation. The unique strength of the team he leads, when carefully planned, is enough to ensure that any difference is kept within the limits of tolerance.

And then. He had already identified the complicated look in the eyes of the three shamans that had not yet faded—confusion, mixed with shock......

Pretending to be a ghost, the usual trick of these inferior spellcasters who play with the rotten flesh of grass roots, but at this moment. How could these tricks be useful to oneself? Just rely on these inferior characters, what interesting tricks can be played?

His gaze flashed behind the man, and two other figures who were also wearing leather robes, and in an instant his mind had already judged their abilities—a fairly good spellcaster, surrounded by magic nets, and his strength was extraordinary, almost close to the Great Shaman, and even better than the equipment. It seems that it may be one of the last reliance of the other party, but the one next to him is much shabby. In addition to his relatively strong body, he was left with his bare hands, and his breathing was messy with excitement, not even a threat.

As for this closer...... This is even more so.

Although he was also wearing a shaman's robe, there was almost no fluctuation of the magic net around him...... Judging by his thin wrists and not very tall build, he may have been an assassin who excelled at raiding. And the pace that is constantly approaching seems to confirm this.

But, nothing more.

Even if he successfully embedded himself within a distance of less than twenty feet from everyone, as long as he aroused his own alertness, he was not much different from a dead person at this moment, and even if he and those great shamans suddenly attacked, he also did not want to cause any pressure on himself!

Shaman...... All the casters of divine spells are nothing more than that, and their limited abilities are nothing more than a joke compared to the beings who really have power.

These old fellows, in particular, have been entrenched in a leisurely high position for so long that they have forgotten how to face the enemy. It was their arrogance and laxity that made the war almost completely defeated, but at this time they still had illusions and pinned their hopes on this so-called negotiation under the guise of the same. But it didn't realize that it was just a trap from the beginning.

As the last few leaders, but they all went out to face the opponent, is there anything more appropriate to describe such an act except stupidity?

Or maybe the only thing that's commendable is their luck, right?

His own mental control, or too cautious, so the arrival of those uninvited guests actually made the three old guys a little sober.

But so what?

If at that moment, they were so alert that they fought to the death, or there was a little possibility of causing some trouble to themselves, but they hesitated, they didn't dare to fight hard, so this stupid and simple arrangement became a stumbling block to their own attention—shock, doubt, and a series of deliberately guided stimuli, the protection of the mind is like a fragile leather box, seemingly bright and delicate, but if you poke it at will, it will sneer and break a hole.

Self-inflicted.

Disdain and pride swelled in the black-robed man's heart, and he smiled lightly, interlaced his fingers, and quietly stroked a silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

It was a silver metal that was invisible, ordinary and smooth, but at the moment of being touched, the invisible energy responded to the will of the owner. It stretched like a tentacle, connecting his mind with the two people who had been silent around him...... Then a surge of energy crossed the void and entered his mind. Sparks of psionic energy flickered in the depths of the mind and in the center of the pupils, presenting a magnificent and dazzling arc of light.

And at the point of his gaze, the three great shamans couldn't help but raise their heads at the same time. The body moves slightly!

"We have wasted too much time, Venerable Golden Eagle Grand Shaman. The black-robed mage said softly, "Let's get back to our topic, since I have already given the most reasonable advice, I also look forward to your most satisfactory answer." ”

"Satisfied...... Satisfied......"

Reply...... Reply......"

Soft, slow words came out of his mouth, but the subtle whispers unconsciously turned into a noisy roar, gradually converging into a loud voice. In the minds of all living beings echo with a roar:

Give up rebellion, give up false dogmas, abandon the deceptions that make you suffer. You ought to cooperate with me, for strength, and for wealth, and for glory...... A qiē of a qiē. It's at my fingertips. We are friends, we are allies, we are the masters who will rule this world together, let go of your spirits and accept all the ...... it brings to you Help!

It was the power of the super-resonant propulsion, the charge that the three wills had been preparing for a long time! The repetition of the sound bombarded the hearts of the three humans, rushing and expanding on the breach of their psychic defenses. Finally the embankment broke!The surging psychic energy seeped into the shaman's mind, and in an instant, his will was pulled into a void shadow!

At this moment. There is no magic, no shamanism, and no divine help...... Only the small mortal consciousness struggles in this boundless wave of the mind, struggling to swim towards the unattainable lucidity, praying for a glimpse of fresh air. Their bodies trembled incessantly, and each slight tremor was an uncontrollable wail in their hearts: "You can't—I won't give in to ......," "Get out, get out...... "O god of the mountain......"

Unfortunately, this wail can only be heard by one person, and the wail that reaches his heart will only make his smile more cheerful.

Behold, this great power comes from the power of the heart!

Two of the three shamans trembled for a moment, as if they were hanging their heads weakly, and when they raised their heads again, their eyes were already empty...... Only the female shaman, known as the golden eagle, bent down, and her facial features burst out with bright blood at the same time! She staggered back a few steps, trembling and looking up, her face was already as gray as stone, and the blood lines and saliva and tears on her facial features were mixed with snot, making her face extremely miserable and hideous.

"You ......" she said with difficulty, her hoarse voice indistinct, and no one listened...... The moment she spoke, the two great shamans had already slowly stood up and rushed towards her violently, holding her arm and locking all her movements, and the body that was forcibly pressed down also completely blocked the words into her throat!

"Hahaha...... Good, good, good. ”

The young man in a black robe smiled, the silver arc in his eyes flashed, as if there was a hint of relief: "This is the shamanic sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, this is the power of the great shaman who commands all the people, with his own strength, he can fight against the mental collision of the three without losing his mind, and he is worthy of the golden eagle of Krurod!"

He slapped his palms lightly and lowered his gaze as he gazed at the other's struggling raised head, enjoying the perfect mixture of fear and resentment in that gaze—a gaze that made his body tremble slightly, making him feel like he was already high above the crowd.

A little more, a little more...... Only at this time, only this scene, an incomparably beautiful feeling, such as in a dream.

But the dream ...... Broken.

"What a botched performance. ”

It was a soft voice, light compared to the black-robed mage's laughter, applause, and even the sound of the Great Shaman's shoes scraping against the ground.

But this very soft voice was sharp, like a steel thorn into the spirit of the black-robed mage, bringing lightning to penetrate the depths of his consciousness, almost tearing his brain in half...... Then, his consciousness was blurred, and all that was left was his own scream of pain, and the three consciousnesses that were united as one collapsed at this moment!

The black-robed mage subconsciously turned around and retreated, and the fierce movement even slammed into the chair! The heavy wooden chair grazed his knees, but he didn't have time to care about the ...... Just widened his eyes and looked at the figure—short, thin. Dressed in a comical shamanic robe, he stood there not much different from the dead objects around him.

However, it was he who uttered the discordant voice that broke the dream!

What's going on?

He's just talking...... But how could he speak?

Under the resonance of the heart. Domination is powerful enough to cover the entire hall. Although they did not pay attention, everyone here can only bow down to the powerful psychic powers, they are destined to become puppets, puppets, soldiers who have lost their hearts and are the only ones left to obey, even if they can break free. The tremendous energy will also crush their will, damage their souls, and crush their negligible resistance!

But there's one person here. Does not belong to either of the two outcomes.

"Using a mastery technique and a little bit of psychic resonance?, that's why I don't like you Pandorian lackeys the most...... To overwhelm people, there is no technical content at all. The voice sounded again, more clearly. And the results it brings. It's even more shocking.

In the surprised gaze of the three black-robed men. The three great shamans retreated at the same time, and they let go of their companions, and three different magic spells flashed around them.

"Domination ......"

The leader of the black-robed man almost shouted because the qiē in front of him had already violated the rules in his consciousness...... The psychic power may be powerful, but it is not impossible to be lifted, but now the qiē in front of his eyes is a plunder! The psychic power is involved and modified at this moment. Overwrite ...... Then his efforts to dominate these great shamans became ...... It became ......

"Make wedding garments for others. ”

It's still that voice. Calm and gentle, but straight to the heart.

Not only does it speak in the hearts of others, but it also answers questions that are not spoken at all...... The meaning of this made the black-robed mage feel that his back was already soaked, the smile on the corner of his mouth had become a slight twitch, and his mind was full of buzzing sounds.

He could only keep retreating, panicking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Psionic dissociation, yes, it's this power, as long as it hits, it can at least make this weird enemy take a heavy hit, and even if it doesn't hit, it will give yourself and your companions more chances!

All thoughts flashed through his mind, but it took only a tenth of a breath, and the psychic power shaped the energy, which had gathered into a grayish shadow on his fingertips. However, as soon as he raised his arm, invisible tendrils of thought wrapped around his hands and feet, and with a flash of green light, a beam of light filled with destructive energy burst outward, but in the end, it crossed a distance of a hundred feet, silently adding a large hole to the wall of the hall.

"Manifestation is a powerful force...... There are no spell slot restrictions, as long as you have enough mental power, you can show it at will, and you don't need ingredients, spells, or gestures. Burning mental power amplifies it with unimaginable power, and it only requires active thinking, and it moves much faster than arcane. ”

The dwarf 'shaman' still speaks, softly and calmly. But such a voice fell on the ears of the three men, bringing only horror at the unknown and shame at being ridiculed: "However, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot be hit, it has no effect. ”

So, it's impossible for them to listen.

Kill, kill him, kill this terrible enemy or be killed by him!

Panic swirls in their minds, burning with reason and urging them to act.

With a flash of silver light, his psychic power transformed into a small crystal that rushed towards the enemy, but after a few feet of distance, he had already swelled to the size of about two feet, and his head seemed to be a little bit off the side of the person, but on a dozen feet behind him, it exploded into thousands of small and sharp fine broken crystals, enveloping all those enemies!

At the same time, the mist-like shimmer of light had swirled around them, turning into a large blur of soft, jellyfish-like astral monsters, obscuring their vision and corrosive with acid.

Behind the attack of one gang and one soft, their leader chose to defend, and the light of the psychic ability expanded, washing the hearts of the three people, giving them strong direct protection, so that they could resist the invasion of the other party - such as psychic crushing, such as domination, such as the disaster of life, and so on.

Even if this enemy is a powerful manifestor, they still have a numerical advantage, and the confrontation of abilities is not just a simple battle of power!

The thought came to mind. And then......

There is no then.

His thoughts were interrupted suddenly, and in the eyes of others, the black-robed man who had just thought of something suddenly let out a thud - his head had swelled itself several times in a ridiculous way, and finally turned into a day's rain of blood and scattered clots in that low blast, and the invisible energy outlined the transparent crystal shape in the air, and the transparent outer wall was as hard as steel, and those fine crystal shards were thus confined in this seven-foot square cage!

As soon as the vision was clear, the astral creep had dissipated at some point, leaving not even a trace. There were only six people left on the other side, and twelve sober eyes stared coldly at the figure of the black-robed man who had fallen in the scattered brains.

Completely suppressed, not even knowing what exactly happened.

The two remaining black-robed people glanced at each other, and the shadow secretly grew in the deepest part of their hearts, pressing on their hearts like a mountain. It's maddening!(To be continued......)