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"Speak slowly. Take it step by step, report your current situation to me first." Lu Mengyao's soft and soft black hair was draped from the scattered cloak and hung on her shoulders. The magician had a pair of black-framed glasses on her nose. She stood leisurely in the middle of the shield, flipping the metal book in her hand, while Yamamura Sadako leaned behind her, gritting her teeth and holding on to the shield.

[Uh, in general, I landed in a... tomb world of the undead. For a wonderful reason, I am now carrying this group of green skins to run around the maze under the city... There is a guy who can summon lightning on the ground. Then... the maze here seems to be constantly changing its orientation, and we seem to be almost flooded by various combat machinery guarding the tomb...]

"That's how..." The magician turned to a page in the big book. Her slender fingers pulled out a stream of mysterious energy from the page. As the spell and handprints interweave, the energy condensed into a rune and floated in front of her.

The two are now in a dark bunker. A large white candle is lit around them, and the flames on them are strange and dark blue. The candle flames seem to have their own lives, burning and singing complex and inexplicable poems. And in front of them, there is a stone altar. The base of the altar is engraved with blasphemy talismans, and there are still old blood on the pedestal. A series of ancient instruments are placed around the altar, and a large number of pipelines extend out of the instruments and exploring towards the dark dome. These instruments seem to be some kind of preservation container that uses human body freezing technology, with cylindrical jars neatly arranged inside.

Just outside the Sadako's psychic shield in Yamamura, hundreds of pink demons were surrounding the two of them, constantly making sharp screams. The lowly demons under the seat of these evil gods were like flesh pillars with countless tentacles. Many faces appeared and disappeared on the surface of their bodies. Although they were pink, they had colorful and colorful colors.

If you stare at their bodies for a long time, you can vaguely feel that the changing colors on their bodies seem to show some random pattern, but when you try to grasp this rhythm, it can always slip through your fingers.

This is the pink demon fear, the scum under the command of the Lord of Changes, and the low-level demon formed by the energy polluted by its overflowing divine power. They are not so much life, but rather low consciousness condensed by chaotic energy. These jumping guys make noisy noises, trying to plunder the souls of the two people in the shield.

"There must be a core." Lu Mengyao's eyes lowered. She made a complicated gesture, and the surrounding scene turned gray in an instant. These fearful demons turned into balls of light, and from time to time a flame was split out to spit out towards Sadako Yamamura's protective cover. Several tube foxes were wandering around the two, protecting their hearts.

[I am also looking for the core of this dimensional maze! Wait! My folding space seems to have begun to react with it... Wait... Wait... I saw it! The space matrix began to interfere with each other!]

You cannot rely on Sadako's spiritual power in Yamamura to devour these demon-fearing powers. Magic scholars judge this way that the chaotic power that has been polluted in this world is likely to become a bridge for the evil god to approach Sadako's spiritual mind. The evil demons in the sub-space are approaching her mind at any time. Like such an outstanding psychic, the projection of her mind in the sub-space is like a huge fireball, which can even attract the attention of high-level demons.

And the treacherous, the master of the intrigue, the great tyrant, the most wise and cunning existence among the four pillars of evil gods. Some people even believe that it controls the fate of the entire universe, and everything is in its plan...

The magic scholar is not an arrogant person who knows the height of the sky and the earth. Although he has never been exposed, as a magic plane traveler who has begun to come into contact with legendary magic, she has the confidence to be able to travel in any world. However, confidence and recklessness are two different things. Lu Mengyao listened to the live broadcast of the roars and wails of the mechanical warlock while weaving her own magic.

It can be said that the art of arcane has developed to an extremely high level in the infinite universe. The popularization of magic art has made this skill a rigorous discipline, and various super magic techniques have expanded the arcane that was originally rich in variety to almost endless. And better mages have begun to compile their own magic. Influenced by the concept of adventurers on the side of force, there is a saying that is rampant-only the magic system that they wove can make a mage become a golden-level powerful person.

Although Lu Mengyao is confident in her intelligence (she has strengthened her computing power through several secret large-scale prayer ceremonies), she believes that although she has accumulated a huge amount of theoretical knowledge, she has quite insufficient experience in using the secret method.

In order to fill her experience, she spent a lot of money to buy the arcane secret scrolls of several amazing magic adventurers on the market. In addition, the mysterious metal book in her hand - the Void Pseudo-Scroll, one of the strongest gods and demons in the Philosopher Kingdom, a low-level copy of the Great Magic Book of the King of Void, which gave her the ability to design some spells by herself.

“…sonic wave.”

As she pronounced this magical word in Dragon Word as the final introduction, a shattering high-frequency oscillation air spread around. The function of this spell is very simple, so it is not difficult to cast. As the destructive shock waves swept through, all the pink fear demons screamed, and these twisted illusions changed rapidly and began to transform towards blue.

The mechanical warlock seemed to be fighting fiercely, and from time to time, you could hear a few sounds of metal being twisted and torn and the roar of the green-skinned orcs. At this moment, the magician was not attentive to be distracted. Her eyes strengthened by secret techniques were staring at the flow of energy in the air, and the tendency of these fear demons flowing in the moment they were decomposed...

"Take it." Lu Mengyao made a clear judgment.

Sadako Yamamura closed her eyes slightly, and in the spiritual vision, the tube fox, whose body hovered like a dragon, suddenly shrank into a ball. Then the power in the space began to twist and roll...

The blue fear demons were torn apart in this storm of power, and they scattered into pure energy. They circled in disorder in the bunker. The noisy howling could almost tear apart the human eardrums, and these energy continued to change their form and color. They almost formed a twisted curtain, wrapping the two of them in it.

And on this curtain, the distorted and decaying face of the Archbishop appeared faintly, as if he was confessing and crying for a moment, and the next second became the ecstasy of gaining power and wisdom. The old man's face seemed to become young and beautiful in an instant. His face and wise eyes began to transform into bird faces. A deformed monster with bird claws and bird head formed from the energy of chaos, and it still held the scepter of power in his hand. But this scepter had become a cursed object, emitting an ominous color.

The bird's head is like a mask or hood, or it's its real face. The new demon stared at Sadako Yamamura's clear eyes with three pairs of ruthless eyes, and the two powerful thought powers collided with each other in the space.

"Don't interfere with my casting!" A thin layer of light appeared on the magician's black lambskin gloves, protecting the progress of the spell.

This is a fairly traditional arcane series, but it has ever-changing effects in the hands of different people. As Lu Mengyao formed the last handprint, a force field formed by arcane energy suddenly appeared, bringing the demon's ethereal body together:

"Bigby Pai Cloud Palm. Heavy Clouds and Deep Locks!"

This attack made the mysterious evil demon locked in it by the force field - perhaps only for a short moment. However, it was enough to meet the conditions for starting the traps laid by the magicians in advance.

"Void Demon Enforcement!"

The bird-headed demon was wailing and was wrapped in runes. It tried to break down its body to escape the disaster, but this spell outside its understanding made it completely irresistible and was sucked into a crystal marble the size of a thumb in the magician's palm.

"nailed it."

Sadako Yamamura took a deep breath, but her eyebrows were frowning. Lu Mengyao knew why. The surrounding environment polluted by the chaotic power was as difficult as a psychic like Sadako. She could smell the polluted smells in the air. In her words, Tsengchi's smell was like an aged aroma, which was nauseating.

The magician walked to the containers beside the altars and opened it with a local dissociation effect. A smell of rotten tofu came to his nose, making Lu Mengyao unable to help but cover her nose.

In the metal cans linked to the wires, there are cut heads stored one by one. These heads seem to have life, and these conduits still maintain their lives.

"Psychic." Sadako Yamamura came over with her nose pinched her nose. She frowned and looked at these dull heads. "These are all wild psychics on this planet."

"What are you doing..." The magician pulled open a tissue and stuffed it into his nostrils, and moved a jar out regardless of his disgust. The celestial cover on the heads of these psychics seemed to have been removed by surgical operations. Several catheters were stuck in the gray matter of the brain, which looked extremely disgusting.

Sadako Yamamura walked up with her lips pursed, touched the metal can with her hands, closed her eyes and sensed it for a while, suddenly her face turned blue, and she suddenly covered her mouth with her hands.

"……What's wrong?"

"It's okay... I just want to vomit."

Sadako Yamamura took a deep breath for a while before she recovered.

"This man is feeding the brain of the psychics to feed the lower demons in the subspace. He also seems to believe that the brain secretions of these wild psychics can be used to enhance their own psychics, and then..."

"Have you found any news about the Son of Thawful?" asked the magician. These half-dead psionic batteries mean nothing to her.

"Uh. It seems that someone has guided him in these rituals. He respects this person very much and calls him Hermann Mentor." Sadako Yamamura pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers, and reading the memories of the past on the object was not easy for her.

"Minister Herman lives in the mountains in the distance. If he is a son of a broken heart, there is a great possibility... Huh?"

Sadako Yamamura suddenly exclaimed.

"This Hermann mentor...he asked for many imprisoned psychics from the bishop. On this planet, over the past few hundred years, the bishop has plundered thousands of teenagers with excellent psychic qualifications, and some of them have become his batteries and nutrients, but most of them are about to leave by this Hermann mentor."

Lu Mengyao raised the corners of her lips slightly, and such an incident seemed interesting. But unfortunately, at this moment, without Su Jing, he was probably the only one who could feel the same mood as himself. This kind of story of encountering mysterious events...

She knocked on the characters in the team cartoons, and Su Jing was still silent, as if she was in a deep sleep.

[Huh... I can escape! Hey! I'll make trouble and take out your shock cannon. I want to give this iron-headed dead man a good look! What?! Can it explode?! What I want is it explode!]
Chapter completed!