The valley of Serre is darker now than it used to be.

The mountain had been completely transparent under the corrosive influence of the evil energy, like black crystals with blurred edges, and heavy shadows floated and swung in it—this was the brewing evil deformity, in the Searle Mountain, there were tens of thousands of such deformities, at least in the main material realm, which could easily compete with the armies of the upper and lower realms, but this was only a residue polymer released from Pendram's flesh.

In the midst of this pure destructive power, Sazastan sat on the top of the mountain, the same color as his surroundings—he had also turned into a transparent crystalline corpse, but his eyes were intimidatingly hollow, and the dancing flames in them were indistinguishable at a glance, though they were the same color as those around him.

The equally dim and unrecognizable color of the flames burned in the magic circle beneath his throne, and the fallen red-robed mages and attendants on the left placed all sorts of medicines and runes on the rings outside the circle, making the already oxygen-deprived air even more difficult to breathe.

Sazastan's already exposed skeletal nostrils let out an empty inhalation sound, this sound seemed to trigger something, with a sound that made the soul tremble, an astonishing scream erupted in the center of the ring, and the fragile spirits of several attendants on the left could not resist the noise that went straight to the soul, and immediately fainted, and the whole body turned into smoke the moment it fell to the ground.

The noise spread more and more, and gradually, the evil energy deformities in the mountain were affected, avoiding the ring far away, until the darkness in the center of the ring condensed into a small figure.

He was lying on his stomach on the ground and gasping, and the silver-gray blood that appeared in the strange light around him kept flowing from his mouth, and he didn't stand up for a long time.

"Embarrassed, embarrassed. Sazastan shook the head of the corpse in a loud voice: "It's really embarrassing, I know ......"

"Hell, you know, that's why you've been sitting here and watching the show, you goddamn corpse!" Helaste black-robed put his hands on the ground, lifted his upper body, and just roared angrily, his head was dizzy, and the disgust in his chest made his throat bone, and a large mouthful of blood vomited out of the lobes of his lungs, and then his arms went limp, and he fell to the ground again.

"I knew that boy wasn't going to be able to end it with violence, look, this was a lesson, and if I showed up, the consequences would only be worse. Sazastan shook his head.

"Oops, you're shirking responsibility!" retorted angrily, "If you show up...... You show up ......"

"Then the outbreak of evil energy will destroy Faeron completely, my friend, is this what we want to see?, at that point, the evil energy of chaos will be completely out of our grasp, you know what will happen......"

Helaste was silent.

"So your method will not work no matter what, if there is an all-out war in the main material realm, neither we nor them will be the ultimate victors, oh, we are going to be the dominators, not the poor creatures who are dominated. Sazastan smiled and continued: "So Hyraste ......"

"Shut up. Hylast interrupted irritably: "It's strange that if you are so confident, your plan will definitely succeed?"

"In a sense, it's been successful. Sazastan said in a vague tone as he stared at the void sky that was obscured by evil energy.

"You know that, don't you?" the lich glanced down at Helast, who was still paralyzed on the ground.

Hylast remained silent.

"Well, in any case, your stupid violence is bankrupt, Helast, and then follow my command, but before that, you have to cure your headache first, or I won't ......be reassured," Sazastan hissed, "I said that you would have problems trying to regain your former power in such a hurry." ”

After a while, Helaster snorted, got up from the ground, and walked into a mountain wall, where the figure gradually merged with the deformities.

The phosphorus fire in the lich's eyes flickered, and he rose from the stone he was sitting on, and he lifted the corrupted crystal staff and stepped into the depths of the mountain with the black, transparent sand.

Before executing the plan, you always have to do the superficial work well.

So in the next few months, the army of evil deformities and undead sent by Ser swept through the entire desperate Eastern Regions and the Southern Kingdom region, and several countries that had been against Serre for several years were wiped out, which is no better than the attacks received in the past few hundred years. The flower beds have turned into barren sand, the whole city has become ruins, located in the south of Seren, since the founding of the Seren, Mulholland, who has been fighting with the Ser people endlessly, has fallen directly into destruction under this terrible blow, and the gods who descended have not been able to help them escape this catastrophe, and the original one of the largest powers in East Ferren has become history.

Mulholland's other good neighbor, Enser, who had been invaded by him and almost wiped out the country, did not rejoice because they knew very well that Serge's army of the undead was about to come to the door, and while they were anxious and hesitant whether to move the capital or run away, in the northern Moon Sea region and the desperate eastern region, Serge's evil undead army had broken through dozens of cities, and a large number of refugees fled frantically to the Hartland region, and in just a few months, the crowds of displaced people became a scene in the Hartland region.

In this case, the countries of Hartland, which had been sitting and watching the theater, could no longer be stable, and they organized a huge army to try to stop the invasion of Serge's undead army in the east of Heartland, and this measure seemed to be effective for the time being- Serre's army stopped east of Hartland, but a few discerning people knew that this was not because of how elite the armies organized by the Hartland States were, but simply because they were too far away from the source of the evil powers, and the power of these evil deformities and corrupted undead had been weakened a lot in this area, so they could be fended off by mortal armies.

This war in the Nether not only made the countries of Faeron fly, but the gods of Torel were not idle, and also sent emissaries to support this war.

The chaotic situation made some of the nobles in the Hartland area unable to bear it, and some wealthy families who were originally ready to wait and see the situation also realized that this was no longer a place to stay for a long time, including the Danlington family, who had been operating in the Star Curtain for hundreds of years.

Now, the historic family has rolled up their packages and is preparing to take refuge in West Hartland - whether or not the rumors of the end of the world are true, the Hartland region has become completely unsafe due to the attacks of the undead army.

"Dear Fina baby, it's time for us to go~"

"Wait, right away. Fina got into the carriage, and the tall horse leading the carriage hissed and dragged the carriage westward, she opened the curtains, looked at the western sky again, and sighed slightly.

"Aren't you happy, baby?" said Mrs. Dan Linton with a smile as she put her arms around the only daughter who remained with her, and Fina approached her with a depressed look on her face: "Why did you come back like this after a trip to Simon? Could it be that Mr. Diesel is not good to you?"

"Mom......" Fina flattened her mouth and her expression was a little aggrieved: "Why did you think of him all of a sudden?"

"What the little fool I gave birth to was thinking, how could I not guess. Mrs. Dan Linton smiled: "Baby, I really can't imagine that you ended up in his hands, alas~ If I were you, how could I not choose such a flowery guy......"

"What's wrong ......with Mr. Diesel," interjected Mr. Dan Linton, who was in front of the carriage, but as soon as he said this, he felt a chill on his neck, and without looking back, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.

"Are you envious?

"No, no, it's just ......" Mr. Dan Linton shrugged his shoulders and said no more.

"Just what?" Mrs. Danlinton snorted, turning to Fina, "Look, baby, they all think about it. ”

"Mom, don't talk about it......" Fina grumbled and pursed her mouth, "I was originally a fool, and a fool would fall for him......"

"Haha, it's okay, stupid has the benefits of being stupid. Mrs. Dan Linton touched Fina's little head: "Since you're stupid, don't think about so many things~"

"Hmm. Fina nodded, stroking the little yellow cat lying beside her, and suddenly a sudden feeling of dizziness made her eyes dizzy, and she slipped from her seat to the floor, and Mrs. Danlington was startled, and helped her daughter up, but saw Fina open the curtains and began to vomit outside.

This stunned Mrs. Dan Linton, who had the impression that her little daughter, who had been riding the boat all over the world all the year round, did not suffer from motion sickness.

...... Astral Plane, Secret Research Institute.

As the core force of the fight against Pendrim, Penny and the wizards he gathered were treated favorably by the gods, and outside their base, some of the most powerful creatures in the upper realm served as doormen and bodyguards, all for the sake of the successful completion of the research.

Of course, such kindness made a group of mages excited, and even Penny himself wondered if this was an overseer or agent sent by the gods of the upper realm, in short, few of the wizards in the institute liked them.

However, the research is to continue, in this professional field, the right to speak can always be wizards, these more than 100 wizards from different organizations, received arcane education and growth environment are different, in such a collection of research, collided with countless wonderful sparks of thought, which was rare in the previous Faeron, Penny also benefited a lot from it, although he has extraordinary arcane ability, but this kind of research still makes his instinctive general arcane skills become more theoretical, which is tantamount to a kind of progress for him。

But in any case, the foundation of this research institute lies in the ancient imperial ruins hidden in the astral plane.

Defeating the Ancient Evil with violence has become a foolish idea, and the battle that took place in the southern part of the Moon Sea has undoubtedly told all those who care about this matter that the consequences of launching a desperate all-out war with the Ancient Evil in the main material realm can only be the same fate, and with the withered arcane power of Torreel, it is no longer possible to re-seal Pendrum like the Arcanists of the Ancient Empire, so that Isil Aaron, who also has extraordinary power, has become a lifeline, at least many insiders have confirmed that this thing has enough power to seal the ancient evil。

It can be said that all the people in the main material realm who have been poisoned by the Sels are eagerly waiting for the research of these arcanists to come to light as soon as possible—even if they don't know about it, they will hope that some savior will come out to save them.

The progress of the research was tepid, the route of the research had been determined long from the beginning, and the heaviest remaining work was the sheer scale of spell weaving, and Penny was at the heart of the spells, even taking on a small part of the work - or rather, his work was important, but not as heavy as that of the vast number of coolie mages.

In such a tense atmosphere, he still had the leisure to stand in the center of the research room, looking at the researchers working there with a slightly confused and scrutinizing look, and when he passed by Impnos, the Imperial Arcane Lord looked up at him with a strange expression: "Boy, what are you spying on? All the people in here have been checked by us, and there can be no annihilation." ”

"But I always doubted, Mr. Impnos...... In that battle, Lord Sazastan never moved. Penny's expression was solemn: "This is so unsettling to me, you know how important that battle is to them, but Lord Sazastan didn't show up...... This is absolutely illogical, and all of their actions at the moment, including the attacks on Faren and us, have a strong smack of cover-up. ”

"Oh, what are you suspecting?" Impnos raised an eyebrow, "So you suspect that we have a snipe here?"

"Yes, Lord Impnos, my dull wisdom, can only think of this. Penny smiled awkwardly: "You know, they didn't stop me from taking in the Red Robe Mage Society, then the next defeat is almost a sure thing, but Lord Sazastan's actions make me feel contradictory to this fact, then I can only make a guess, they still have a chance to win." ”

"So that's what you mean, good idea...... "Impnos nodded suddenly, "You mean they might take this last chance to surprise us?"

"Yes, if they can get spell information by mixing in this research. Penny narrowed his eyelids, "I always felt that the final battle would take place there......"

"Oh, that feels ridiculous, boy. Impnos shook his head in disagreement: "Don't forget, the key to the spell is in your hand, the core of the spell in your hand is the key to locating the location of Isil Aaron, no matter how deep Sazastan's arcane knowledge is, even if you send spies to sneak in, how can you infer the core content in your hands through the clues of the surrounding research? This is not logical, not to mention that our inspection has been careful enough, it is impossible for any annihilators to be mixed in." ”

"But what if...... I mean, just in case...... No, if my conjecture is correct, it's almost certain. Penny was still worried: "Is there really a way that we don't know how to get into Isil Aaron's ...... with the help of our research under such conditions?"

"Oh? Impnos still shook his head, as if he felt that Penny was thinking too much...... "No, it's possible. A dull and indifferent voice joined the discussion, and Penny and Impnos were shocked to recognize the source of the voice.

(To be continued)