Duxuslim has always been homeless, and his large number of enemies and duplex behavior have made him extremely insecure, especially in recent times.

As the head of a sect who rose from a sea of corpses and blood, and the absolute head of one of the six nobles of Serre, Duxusrem had a keen instinct and was able to anticipate the danger that was coming, and without this ability, he would have been killed for many years.

Now he had just sat down in a mage tower on the aetheric plane that overlapped with Faeron, and as a legendary mage of extraordinary power, he could be respected and settled by some of the plane's most powerful native creatures, such as the Spirit Pole Monster, but that didn't add even a little bit to his sense of security.

Because this is the sixth time in three days that he has shifted his position.

The reason why he was so nervous and scared was probably because of the vague sense of peeping these days, which prompted him to make those moves.

Of course, if it were an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't react to this abnormality, but he was different, although the repeated prophecy spells did not clearly reveal anything, he could still feel the strange atmosphere around him.

Someone is going to deal with him.

Almost inexplicably, he had such a feeling, it was not that he was nervous, but that Searle was in an eventful time now, he raised the tea glass, took a sip gently, and put it on the plate next to him, and the assistant holding the plate leaned over lightly, thoughtfully filling the glass for him again.

This assistant has been following Duxusrim for many years, and the ** master is willing to trust him, because the tattoo on the top of his head was given by Duxusrim himself.

The Chiefs possess a very secret tattooing technique, which can embed a seed in the target's mind at the same time as the tattoo, and as the tattoo and mana continue to resonate, this seed will also seep into the methodology, making it a loyal minions of the Chief, such minions, each of the Chief's subordinates, and in each of Rem's lair, there is such an assistant in charge of taking care of it.

The faithful Guardian Knight, who stood guard at the upper echelons of the lair, took a breath and cast his prophecy once more.

The twelfth prophecy technique painted a cloudy picture on the dusty mirror, and the facial features on the chubby face of the ** division shrank tightly into a ball, he had to admit that he was not good at this, so he could only wave his hand to disperse the graffiti on the mirror, but he saw that the picture on the mirror gradually dimmed, and after a while, a delicate face appeared.

A bald female surname, not very beautiful, but with a quiet temperament, a pair of eyes that shone like stars: "Your Excellency Ream." ”

Duxusrem's fingers trembled: "Yefaan, how did you find me?"

He had clearly cut off all contact with the outside world.

"Don't forget what I'm best at, Lord Rem. Ye Fa'an said lightly, but Duxusrem didn't believe it at all—the power of the chief of the Prophecy School had only just entered the realm of legends, and it was unlikely that he would find his carefully hidden lair so easily, he frowned, and suddenly sensed the strangeness of this spell: "Stop pretending to be a ghost, Lauzorrell, your smell is too stinky." ”

"Hehehehehe~" Ye Fa'an on the mirror suddenly distorted, turning into a charming young man: "Lord Ream, your senses are really sharp. ”

Although the image on the mirror changed, Duxusrem heard the voice coming from the side, and when he turned his head to look, he saw the faithful servant staring at him with a strange gaze, and his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized:

magic

It's a trap.

The faithful servant was transformed into the most famous beautiful man in Serre, and Duxusrem's expression changed, and a smile suddenly appeared: "What a surprise, Laurzorel, you were able to find this place, I really underestimated you." ”

"No, no, No, Lord Ream, you are not underestimating us, but my methods are more secretive than you think. Laurzorell smiled politely, "Oh, you're probably surprised, but there's a reason for your confusion, and I'd never have ever wanted to touch your lair without your guidance." I can find this place, but you actually brought me here. ”

The smile on Duxusrim's face became brighter and brighter, and he narrowed his eyes, although the situation in front of him was a little weird, but the two chiefs chatted like a family: "I brought you in?~ This surprised me even more, Laurzorel, how did I not know that I would be stupid enough to bring someone who wants my life into this place?"

As Lauzorel said, he was very confused in his heart, this assistant named Roin had never left since he entered here, and he was completely under his control, how could he be dropped without him noticing?

It was incredible, and perhaps it was Lauzorel's illusion that could deceive him, but he didn't believe that outsiders could find his lair, which was so secret.

"It seems that you really can't believe it, forget it, I'd better answer your question first. Lauzorrell's face blurred again, changing to that of a loyal servant of Duxusrim, and he smiled and said in a very faithful tone, "My name is Ron Kentel, and I am the honorable Chief Mentor. ”

Duxusrim's eyelids jumped, and he remembered that this was what the apprentice had spoken when he had entered his door.

"This man is just a clone of me, Lord Ream. "Roin laughed, "I made this blank clone thirty years ago, then raised it in a noble family of Serles, and became your apprentice ten years ago. ”

"Ah...... It's unbelievable. Duxusrim suddenly said, "Ten years, how can you endure it for so long?Laurzorel, but what are you doing now exposed? Is it possible that you are going to kill me with this clone that doesn't even have a tenth of your strength?or is it in my lair? It's a joke, my dear." ”

Saying that, he laughed out loud, but secretly he was vigilant, Laurzorell was able to plan for thirty years to send a doppelganger into his secret lair, and now it is exposed, it must be the idea of killing with one hit, at this moment, he has prepared the teleportation spell, and the walls around the hall are also stirring, and a large number of golem structures crash through the walls to surround the entire hall, the smile on Laurezor's face became more and more sincere, and a strong sense of uneasiness drove Duxusrem to launch the teleportation technique, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the connection between the source force and the source was blocked by a strong will, and the ceiling of the hall became nothingness in a darkness, a thin figure riding a skeletal dragon with a silver-gray flame, constantly releasing a strong will, oppressing everything in the hall:

"Duxusrim! You're Duxusrim! Where is this little bug hiding in Pan Diesel! Now tell me the answer!"

Silver Fire, Lich, Skeleton Dragon, Dragon Witch Sect Master Samast, as soon as several characteristics were connected, Duxusram knew the identity of this guy almost instantly, and without saying a word, he activated all the arcane skills on his body, and in an instant, his body was surrounded by heavy light, and a destructive force burst out in front of his fingertips:

Collapse!

Material change is the purest force in the multiverse, this pure power is used to destroy, and all matter is shattered into the most primitive dust, as a legendary ** master specializing in the arcane of the change system, Duxusrem's arcane instantly erected a wall of destructive power between him and the dragon witch master, and everything involved in it was shattered, including the 'Roin Kentel' with a hypocritical and innocent smile on his face.

It's just a clone of him, it's done with its mission, and if it's ruined, it's ruined, and Duxusrim is finished anyway.

Yes, it's confirmed, it's over.

At the moment when the Disintegration Technique was revealed, the three anti-magic force fields together enveloped the hall where Duxusrem was, tightly confined the force field of the Disintegration Technique to the central area, and the fully integrated Lauzoriel, Neveron, and Azna Shure surrounded Duxusrem in the center from the other three directions, and they had been waiting for this siege for a long time.

"Duxusrim, now hand over the methodology. Neveron declared victory with a smile on his face: "You can continue to go back and be your chief." ”

The smile on Duxusrem's face converged in an instant, and he activated the arcane mechanism, and a large number of arcane golems and large and small constructs drilled through the floor of the lair and flew out, and they still did not stop after flying out of the hundreds, as if there was an army of constructs hidden in this lair, and the four ** divisions of this construct's army rushed to the sky like a torrent, and Duxuslim himself urgently cast spells to try to break the spatial blockade released by several legendary mages.

Of course, Neveron and the others would not allow Duxusrim to run away like this, and also summoned a large number of monsters, and together with Samaste's army of necromantic dragons, they rushed into the large and small constructs and started a melee, Neveron released a huge meteorite rain, directly destroying Duxusrim's lair itself, while Lauzorel's phantom blocked Duxusrim's other paths, while maintaining the operation of the space blockade more carefully.

The silver fire in Samast's eyes flickered, and he suddenly reached out and pointed at it, and a disintegration force field far more powerful than the one that Duxusram had just cast spread towards the constructor army.

There was an aura of complete destruction in this collapse force field, as if it could completely annihilate the covered object, sniffing out that there seemed to be a power that did not belong to the arcane in this power, Neveron frowned slightly, this power also does not belong to divine art, and the power of this dragon witch sect master seems to be a little abnormal.

However, now that the encirclement and suppression of Duxusrem is their top priority, after this disintegration technique is activated, they can completely destroy Duxusrim.

And at this moment, Duxusrem suddenly let out a string of smug laughter, and the group of magical runes behind the constructed body suddenly released a bright light, connecting with each other, like a network of light drawn with several runes, forming a wall, actually blocking the power of the Collapse Spell.

"He's cut the space!" Neveron realized.

Duxusrem sneered again, chanted a spell, and the invisible lair floating high in the Aether plane disintegrated into pieces, the figures of the four chiefs and the Dragon Witch Sect Master appeared in the air, and the spatial blockade was shattered with the self-destruction of the Duxus lair.

The Head of the Department of Change sat on his throne, and beneath the seat was a rune-encircled orb—the heart of the lair, which contained a great arcane power, unleashed by the destruction of the lair, guided by Duxusrim, and fragmented the matter of the space around it:

"As I said, this is my territory. Duxusrim smiled, "Okay, I'll give it to you now, but I'll remember this account and I'll get it back to you someday." ”

As he spoke, his figure faded away.

"It's not that easy!" The other three red-robed chiefs were anxious - how could they make him run away so easily by seizing such an opportunity to eliminate the enemy, but their spells were a little weak in the face of the tattered space that had been divided by Duxusrim, which made it difficult for their arcane to hit their targets, which made them even more hurried.

"Wordy, boring red-robed mage!" Samast let out a piercing shriek and pointed his finger at Duxusrim, "Destruction!"

A terrifying purgatory-like magic crushed the shattered space into nothingness, and Duxusrem's expression changed, but just as the void spread in front of the Chief's eyes, teleportation sent him out of the space.

Neveron, Lauzorell, and Aznashul looked at each other, unexpectedly that such a tight blockade would still allow Duxusrem to find a chance to escape, and it fell short.

"Enter the astral plane. Samast opened a spatial door: "The imprint of my power is still on his body, catch up with him before he teleports to his destination." ”

The three chiefs were pleasantly surprised—although the teleportation technique was theoretically extremely fast, it still took a while for the teleporter to transfer in the astral plane, which was very fast for ordinary people, but in the eyes of these legendary mages, it was long enough to complete a pursuit.

The four legendary mages chased into the astral space, and Duxusrim, who was the first to do so, had large beads of sweat on his forehead - although he had managed to escape a siege, he could sense that he was still far from being completely out of danger, and at least he couldn't stop until he reached the next lair.

And a deeper ominous omen surrounded him, and he felt that this attack was full of strangeness.

He had countless nests, but some he would not normally go to unless he was threatened, such as the one he had just made, in other words—the peeping that forced him to constantly change their nests was the key to his distress, and he had just realized that this peeping was not from the attackers, but from someone else.

Someone took advantage of his nervousness and orchestrated the attack behind his back.

Who exactly?

He moved like light in the space of the astral plane, but at this moment he had a palpitation, and the source of the peep that had plagued him was extremely clearly exposed to his eyes—a pair of pupils that were almost completely pale except for the two black dots in the middle, and they were close to his gaze.

It was a child of ten years old, hanging upside down in the void with a strange smile on his lips.

Duxusrim was shocked and wanted to cast a spell to push the strange child away, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a cold bone claw rested on his head, and he stiffened, and turned his stiff neck in disbelief, and saw a familiar skull:

“...... It's you!"

He shouted in horror, but only halfway through his sentence, he felt his consciousness pass quickly, but in the midst of it, there was still a shock:

In any case, the Chief of the Change Department could not have imagined that this lich would have a reason to kill him.

Although he occasionally antagonized Sazastan, he was Sazastan's most loyal ally for some time in the past.

And what he is doing now, no matter how you say it, is extremely beneficial to this necromantic chief, he can't imagine that it was actually this person who poisoned him in the end!

"It's better to disappear the uncontrollable factors. ”

Sazastan laughed twice, grabbed Duxusrim's bone claw and threw it into the void behind him: "Sel's only need me is enough." ”

(To be continued)