"Get out of here, don't look down!" Fayle yelled at Martin, but the Golden Eagle's movements stalled slightly. Fayl tore open the wound on his hand and slapped it on the eagle's neck with a spell in his mouth, and Martin broke free from the crisis of being controlled again.

The golden eagle quickly moved away from the angle where the mirror could be seen, and the mage panicked and threw several pillars of fire at the position of the mirror just now. Under the scorching flames, a blue-gray explosion stood out from other ordinary explosions, and the merchant ship slowly sank with a terrible cracking sound in the flames.

More than 300 miles away, in a room as gorgeous as a royal palace, Jia Fei Karen squinted his narrow eyes and stared thoughtfully at the huge mirror in front of him, which suddenly turned into nothingness. Although the appearance of the person I saw in the glimpse just now has changed greatly, the magic is very familiar, and it seems that he is a person who should have been dead for a long time.

"Fayle, my beloved disciple, you are still alive, hehehehe......" The servants kneeling around Fekeren's throne pressed their bodies closer to the ground, wishing they could hide in the floor. There was nothing more terrible than making Mr. Feagleen laugh, and yet in half a day, he actually laughed twice.

The golden eagle circled the surface of the sea twice, confirming that the ship had been completely destroyed before returning to shore.

(Thank you...... I owe you a favor...... Martin's voice reluctantly came out through the Golden Eagle, but the mage was in a daze, and after a long time he said, "The next time you see me, I'm still alive, and you can return the favor." ”

The cavalry on Hom's side were all distracted by the explosion on the sea, and no one noticed that a slight bulge beneath the ground was rapidly approaching their defensive circle. The bulge crept through the cavalry's horse, and then circled around the metal egg. The slight jolt of his feet made Holm look down, and he was shocked to see something burrowing in, and immediately drew his sword and stabbed it into the bulge in the ground.

"Attention! there's something underground, shoot!" Holm shouted as he poked, and the cavalrymen who turned around to look at the battle at sea immediately looked down, and when they noticed something unusual, they also followed Holm's example and plunged their spears into the sand.

Holm's sword could no longer be held down after less than half a foot, as if it had been stuck in some solid rock, and the people around him were not much better. In the next moment, something hidden under the dirt appeared, a flexible link-like metal tentacle like an earthworm, about two feet in diameter.

When the thing came out, it writhed wildly from side to side, and the horses it hit either staggered backwards or broke their leg bones and fell to the ground. Holm reacted quickly, and when the thing twitched, he leaned down so that he didn't get pumped out heavily.

Clearing the surrounding obstacles, the metal earthworm began to wrap around the egg containing Mrs. Grude's body from the bottom, and Holm and the soldiers around him who could still move immediately picked up their weapons and frantically cut down the long metal worm, but the weapon hit on it only left a little white mark and useless sparks, and it couldn't stop the thing at all.

After the tentacles quickly wrapped the egg from beginning to end, it began to stretch out sharp tentacles and pierce into the ground to support the egg to stand upright, and began to stretch towards the sky, pulling out three sharp thorn-like protrusions at the top, which instantly rose to a height of more than thirty feet.

Noticing that something was wrong here, Diarlando and Riceth rushed over. The Cancers rallied to stop him, but Kenda rushed up and stopped the remaining Cancers that surrounded him. Because of the people all around, Ryeth couldn't breathe fire, so Dearlando had to quickly replace his twin knives with magic bows, and as he ran, he shot an arrow at the spire rising from the ground.

The white magic arrow struck the spire, blasting a large hole in the metal. The wave of air pushed the people around him away, and Holm lay on the ground, squinting his eyes and looking into the tower through the stirred up sand.

A glowing purple ring was forming inside the minaret, with an outer ring of nebula-like billowing smoke and a blue-black swirling cyclone in the middle. At this moment, the thing was constantly flashing with electricity, pointing at the body of the mother lying at the bottom of the tower.

Mrs. Grude's petite body gradually turned to dust in the electric light. The dust was stirred up by lightning, then attracted by the cyclone, and finally entered the inner circle and disappeared completely.

Diarrando came at him again, and the top of the spire had been blown apart, and now everyone around could see the purple ring suspended in the middle of the tower.

"It's a space tunnel! They're about to dismantle the seedlings and teleport away!" said Fayle, seeing the ground from afar.

Dearrando sped towards the metal tower, which was on the verge of collapse, and the others scattered in all directions. At this moment, the minaret suddenly burst out with a piercing scream, and the incandescent began to turn from the bottom, and the process of dust dissolving Lady Grude's body also accelerated.

Holm watched his mother disappear little by little, and finally couldn't help but put his hand in, quickly picked up the remaining part and fled from the side of the tower. However, although he took the body out of the range of lightning, the process of dust was not over, and the woman's torso continued to be charred and shattered.

Diarlando, who was a step behind Home, hugged the dazed Holm in frustration and jumped out of the direction of the spire, covering him with his body and lying on top of the gravel. The minaret then exploded violently, leaving a crater five feet deep and twenty feet in diameter above the ground, and shards of metal were scattered everywhere in a radius of hundreds of feet.

Almost all the people around were buried in the rubble, and the horses in the vicinity were almost all injured by the explosion, blood flowed all over the ground, and they continued to scream and try to get up from the ground with their broken legs. Everyone who could still move was gray-faced, covered in scraped wounds.

Dearlando shook his head and got up from the rubble and turned Holm over, but everything in front of him made his expression suddenly freeze.

Mrs. Grude's body had been completely sandy and mixed with dust, leaving only a multicolored heart-shaped translucent crystal that glowed in the stiff, half-held palm of Holm's hand.

Home's face turned pale, and cold sweat flowed down, washing the dust off his face out of the ravines. Something like a dark vessely was spreading from his hand to his body. A chill could be felt in Diarlando's hand on his shoulder, and Holm's whole body was shaking, and the sound of teeth clashing made it seem suspicious that his teeth were about to be shattered by such violent friction.

"What the hell is going on?" said Earl Gruod, who rushed back from his horse and rushed to his son's side, bending down to touch his only son's body, but was stopped by Diarlando's outstretched hand.

"Don't touch it...... It was the curse of the dwarven dark wizards...... You can get infected, too. Then the knight of Angsai, who came to him, grabbed Count Grude and announced the terrible news with great sorrow.

"It's not just the dwarven curse, it's Bran's blood magic...... Fayr slid down his wings from the back of the descending eagle, and quickly approached Home's side, carefully picking Holm's hand with the bronze bone staff to examine the dark marks.

“...... What is that?" Count Grude anxiously shook off Anse's hand, he looked at Dierlando, who was half-holding Holm, and asked, "Weishenme can he touch?"

Diarrando didn't have time to explain to him, but asked Fair directly, "Do you think what's going on? Is there a way to save it? If it's a dwarven wraith, I might be able to suck them out, like I did to Achilli last time." ”

Fayle was silent for a moment and said, "It's useless...... The dwarf's cursed creatures will devour his flesh, and you have a way to get rid of it. But Fa Karen's blood magic is a curse on the soul, from the time he comes into contact with ...... At that moment, his soul was tainted. Not only will he die, but his soul will also fall into the hands of Fellalen, becoming his puppet and a terrible undead servant. ”

As he spoke, Fayl lifted the placket of Hom's robe with his bone staff, and on top of his pale and gray skin, strange black vines were growing wantonly, quickly crawling every inch of his skin.

Home's face had begun to darken, his young eyes were unwillingly wept, the sound of painful gasps was like a ruptured bellows, and he began to look at his father with a distracted gaze, and then to Deirlando's face.

“...... I...... Very scared ......."

Diarrando watched the young life wither away in front of his eyes, and reached out to squeeze Holm's withered and deformed hand, hoping to give him a hint of warmth.

"Is there no way to save it?" said Deirlando, bitterly to Fayle, "at least so that his soul can rest in peace." ”

"The blood magic in him is a dark contract made through blood, and only Liliang, who is more powerful than him, can forcibly break the contract and regain his soul. Fayle gave the answer with a blank face, knowing that this was not the answer that Deirlandor wanted to hear.

“...... You must kill him with your own hands before he is cursed to take his life, and let Reseth's devour his soul and purify everything that is tainted so that he will not fall into hell from which he will never recover. If I were him, I would rather burn my soul myself at this moment than fall into the hands of Feculan for a second!"

Deirlando looked into the mage's grey chaotic eyes, and he knew that Fayle often played little tricks and lied. But at this moment, what he saw in the other party's eyes was real fear and a dead calmness, so he knew that Fayle was telling the truth.

"Time is running out, once the flower of life on his forehead bears fruit, even the Demon Dragon King will not be able to take this soul from Faculen's hands. Fayer pointed to Holm's face and reminded Diarlando indifferently.