Several druids let out a low roar from their throats, their bodies slumped down, and the leaf cloaks on their bodies also changed into fur, and almost instantly they had become several tall werewolves and tigermen, and then, several other druids' magic was also completed at this time, and after the halo of magic, these beast druids changed again, and their fur became a rough brown like the bark of ancient trees, and there was a rustling sound between movements.

Quack Quack ......

The wide door slowly opened a gap, and the two beastly werewolves tensed their muscles, ready to flee in case of danger, but in the end, nothing happened—a mysterious force finally opened the door, revealing the spacious and bright hall behind it, at least twenty feet high, two rows of magic lamps hanging from the high ceiling, and the dim light reflected the doors of the rows of rooms on the walls on either side.

"Good. This place is independent of its magic tower, but according to our investigation, it is not very far from the core, and we only need to open a passage here to bypass the first dozen floors below this magic tower. The druid, who was in charge of distributing the task, took out a small piece of wood and spread it in the palm of his hand, so a turquoise luster outlined a simple image: "And our goal, this is here, this is the core of his magic tower, destroy it, the entire city will be cut off from the supply of mana, and we can ......"

"The premise is that we have to be able to get there. ”

"There's no need to worry, although the protective circle of this magic tower is strong, it is not without flaws. Especially in the lower levels, because a large piece of equipment that has just been built has weakened the protection circle......" The introducer said triumphantly, but then his voice stopped—he only realized the druid elder who had just spoken: "Elder Monztok, you mean ......"

"Very ingenious. Elder Druid walked up a few steps. Pushed open one of the doors in the wall.

The faces of all the druids changed in unison.

Their eyes were fixed on the door—behind it was a large and bright hall, at least twenty feet high, and two rows of magic lamps hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the rows of rooms on the walls on either side.

"It's a space spell...... But, how ......" Miss Elf named Leia was the first to realize the truth, and she opened a door next to her in disbelief. A gentle glow was cast from within, coming from the spacious and bright halls, which were at least twenty feet high. Those dangling magic lamps.

Then, she turned her head and looked into the eyes of the Druid Elders&...... Behind everyone, inside that huge door. It is a spacious and bright hall. Two rows of magic lamps hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the rows of room doors on the walls on either side.

"Endless cloisters. This is the name given to it by the lord of the castle. ”

Someone said.

The speaker pushed open a door and stepped into the space, his heavy, fur-like cloak rustling against the ground. Then he stopped and stood on the second platform. Push down the hood on top of your head.

Beneath the hood was a pale face, half of which was obscured by a black-skinned blindfold. And he looked down at everyone with another brown eye: "Here, there are three thousand one hundred and eight doors, and only one of them leads to the outside world. When you find your way, you can leave here forever, but my fellow citizens...... Are you sure, Elder Monztok, that you are going to do this, to be hostile to your lordship, and to give up this place, the only homeland that belongs to us?"

"Famini Rusiru!" the elf frowned, and pronounced the name in disgust, "We are following the oracle of the Father of the Oak Tree to destroy the evil being, and besides, this is not our home!

"Miss Leia. The one-eyed druid interrupted her: "You seem to have mistaken something, don't you? Although I am still only a junior member of the Silver Scepter Ring, I also know that we are descendants of Shiloh, not under the command of the Druid Twelve Rings, and the god we believe in is certainly not the Father of the Oak Tree, and has not been since tens of thousands of years ago. ”

"So you have been deceived!We are children of nature, and we should have followed the guidance of the Father of the Oak Tree!How could it not be!" Leia raised her voice, "You, and Elder Carlros, have all misinterpreted the teachings of His Majesty Xio!"

"Shiloh is a traitor to the thirteen tribes of the Golden Elves, Miss Leia. The one-eyed druid sighed lightly: "Although he did not betray the way of nature, his descendants went to follow the father of the oak tree, and this is the greatest betrayal to Shiloh and the Ring of the Silver Staff." Otherwise, why are the druids here, and why are you the only ones?"

"You talk nonsense!"

"I'm not here to fight you with a war of words, Miss Leia. Famini sighed, and his voice became indifferent: "Elder Monztok, it seems that you led the operation this time, but guarding this place is the duty entrusted to me by the lord, so in the future, I will do my best to keep you here." ”

"Arrogance!"

Several druids couldn't help but scold. But at this time, Monztok spoke: "Famini Rusiru...... As far as I know, you used to be the youngest candidate for the Elder of the Ring of Thorns, and when you were sixteen years old, you had already obtained the proof of the Eighth Order Divine Technique, and you were known as the genius closest to the Great Oak Tree in a hundred years, why did you give up this honor and choose betrayal?

This made all the druids inhale softly - the organization of the druids is called a ring, and there are usually only a few elders in a ring, and to be able to get such glory is enough to prove the steadfastness of the faith, but the young man in front of him has left the jungle that he should be guarding. That is not the most severe betrayal for a formal high-ring druid, but it is beyond the scope of 'deviance'.

"Betrayal? I didn't betray in the first place. The young man was silent for a moment, and then spoke, "It's Majesty Sivanus who has given up on me." ”

"Nope. The Father of the Oak Tree will not give up a ......"

Monztok seemed to be trying to admonish, but he paused halfway through, and he frowned. A strange scene was reflected in the deep pupils of the eyes—the young druid pulled up his eyebands, and a tentacle slowly poked out of his eye sockets.

Some stretched out like the tentacles of insects, swaying gently in the air. Or, as it should be called, a pale translucent tentacle, or...... Eyestalk?

Yes, eye stalks. The soft stalk, with a black sphere attached to it, had a smooth surface. Slightly with a hint of transparent slime. It stretched out slowly and delicately, and the sphere above opened a layer of epidermis, revealing its pupils. Slightly turning. It's like looking around.

What the hell is this!

In this world, there are many terrifying beings, undead, monsters or other things...... But if you are good at summarizing, you will find that the so-called most terrible and difficult to adapt to is often a mutation of the human image. Human-like but not human--imagine what it would be like to run into a guy with long eyes and mouth upright? Imagine a centipede-like one. What kind of horror is it about a human body with so many arms and feet on the ground? And a terrible and disgusting thing? Of course, it is a strange thing that grows out of the human body! A tiger eating a human being is a bloody horror, but what is it like to burrow countless parasites out of a human body?

The eye stalk turned slightly. Bringing everyone's horror into his pupils, the young druid laughed self-deprecatingly.

"It's just a boring tragedy, a reckless young man who wants to save his lover who has fallen into a broken portal, and encounters the boring thing of a group of mutated eye demons, but the loss of his love because of this, it's a little hard for me to accept. However, every pain is a trial, so I am also thankful for it, at least I have gained a different life while losing my faith. ”

With his words, the light around him suddenly dimmed,

The darkness seemed to be alive, completely enveloping the surrounding Yiqiē, and the whole world seemed to be left with only thick shadows and strange silence, and the black torrent was rolling and surging from the unknown void, countless figures were shaking around, but each shadow was so ethereal and illusory.

"What the hell is that stupid bear-man fool doing? The lord wants him to guard the labyrinth, not to let him go face to face! Wouldn't it be nice to wait for the enemy to spin around in the labyrinth? Is there any grace as a spellcaster...... So these gods and slaves are really ......"

A few hundred feet away, Yang Ge stared at him with wide eyes, and the black mist diffused from the tabletop-sized crystal grinded out a fierce curse from between his teeth:

"Really...... Well, it's just positive, it's a good way to describe this idiot, and speaking of which, why do the words spoken by the lord always have such a unique precision?, but I'm also very talented in using it well, maybe I can write a few epics or something, or maybe it's not that hard......"

He muttered to himself, and then couldn't help but smile, but he didn't notice the strange glances that a few mages not far away threw at him. After a long moment, the Burgundian Wizard Tower Executive Director came to his senses from his strange associations and tapped on the reflection crystal in front of him, which had been completely filled with darkness:

"Hey, turn on the dark visuals for me...... No, forget it, Black Jouka! It's up to you to keep an eye on that idiot bear man, and don't let him get killed by the enemy. ”

Ah, actually, of course it's impossible for that idiot to be killed...... There is a part of the labyrinth constructed by the lord who twisted the space, the endless corridor, although it seems to be only a part of the magic tower, but in fact it is already a half-plane, with its own independent laws, and the person who is the 'guide and interpreter' is equivalent to getting the full authorization of the plane master, although the power of this 'endless corridor' is relatively ordinary, and it is completely impossible to ban the four gods incarnated at this moment. The Sea of Dirac', but with this help, it was easy for the bear-man to defeat those enemies.

At least, with the blessing of the Dark Goddess's magic, the spatial effect of the cloister, and his eye stalk that can shoot demon rays, is enough?

Yang smacked his lips, and suddenly felt as if he could go and play face to face with the enemy—if it weren't for the fact that his old bones had been sore for days if he had been overexercising lately...... It's not impossible to teach those druids covered in leaves a lesson. It's time to vent the stress in your heart.

Still, forget it.

After all, now, I still have the work of coordinating and commanding the overall situation. Who knows what's going to happen somewhere? Now it's a god war, a god war!

The word flickered again in his consciousness, and the old mage couldn't help but subconsciously straighten his back...... The lord's trust in him made him feel at least twenty years younger, and the opportunity to confront the gods was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he was destined to leave a strong mark on the pages of history as an important pivot in the center......

The thought in his head caused him to take a few heavy breaths to suppress his excitement, and then he jumped off the stage and began to survey his surroundings.

Where he is now. It was the main control room of the Magic Tower, and although this new space had only just been expanded from the power room, it was undoubtedly huge—the slender rune circle on the ground shimmered with a faint sheen. Huge crystals stand in it, and each crystal is floating with a hazy cloud at the moment, and the scenes of each passage are transformed into it. Such. All the sights in the entire Magic Tower. Almost all the controls will be done in this room.

Normally, these facilities would only be controlled by the owner of the magic tower, but now, they have been entrusted to Younger, and the lord has given him the title of director of magic, which gives him command of all areas, including several magic-driven areas...... Such a noble authority. Old Yang was sure that there would be no second one in the entire magic tower!

Of course, the greater the power. The greater the responsibility...... If you don't make some achievements, won't you live up to the trust of your lord?

The old mage's gaze swept over the crystal tablets, trying to collect every possible sign - although the current situation is not complicated, the 'labyrinth' prepared by the lord has only been opened two, and the Dirac Sea contains too high energy, so there is only a vague energy reflection in the crystal of this 'monitoring room', so in fact, the only place monitored by Yang Ge is the endless corridor that has just been opened, and the sky around the city.

Hard work seems to have really paid off in some way?

Old Young's gaze suddenly froze, and in his field of vision, the picture on an extraordinarily wide crystal caught his attention - above the distant horizon, the blue sky shimmered with a faint luster, intertwined into a viscous aura in the air......

What is that?

Yang Ge narrowed his eyes and reached out to point the crystal, so that the qiē was expanding, but it was still blurry, and the air fluctuated, rippling in the space with strings of slight ripples, but all the qiē in the field of vision were hazy, as if the eyes were covered with a film......

Is it a new god, or is it just a collision of divine power that has broken the transmission of the circle?

"Hell yes!"

With a low curse, Old Younger turned and rushed out of the room, slamming headlong into the door of the power room.

If there is still a god outside, things can be imagined to be troublesome...... But what if not? It seems that some things are not yet perfect when building this monitoring room, and some aspects of the power room should also be added to the monitoring - the old mage grumbled in his heart, and recited a spell, and the door clicked open—

Yang Ge reflexively raised his hand, the ring on his finger and the robe all had spell sequences, as long as a code word or a trace of spiritual power was input, several powerful protection and attack spells could burst out in an instant!

But then he found that his voice was hoarse halfway through, and that the parchment of his throat was like that of a traveler who had walked in the desert for many days, and that even a drop of water would make him thank the gods. The air around his body seemed to freeze, restraining the mage's body, making him almost unable to make a single movement. I just stood and watched

...... The mage was struck by lightning, and the spirit that had been condensed to fight against the magical power that bound his freedom was once again dissipated, and the smell of salty rust spread all over his mouth, and then spurted out by the pressure of choking, and the bones of his whole body were wailing, and his eyes almost protruded beyond his sockets......

But the pain also surprised him, and he suddenly gathered the strength of his whole body again...... Because he knows that if he struggles, there may be a glimmer of life, and if he is afraid, then he will be greeted by destruction.

However, that hand had already reached out to him at this time...... The black metal half-fingered gloves were long and white, and there was not a single trace of blood or stains. But it was this hand that seemed to have no strength at all, but it made the mage really smell a strong breath of death!

A lightning bolt snaked in the purple-black sky, the clouds boiled like porridge, and a red dot suddenly appeared in the center, like a falling rock hitting water in the air to create a round ripple, and the red circle spread outward half a mile in diameter.

The soldiers finally noticed the anomaly above their heads, and they raised their heads with some stiffness, watching a large phantom gradually emerge from the red circle. (To be continued......)