How is this going? "
Faced with the sudden change in the surrounding scene, Plissen was somewhat at a loss.
"He used the broken statue of the god as a mediator to annex us in that room to a certain layer of space in Pandimaninan." Oselemon replied.
"Who...is He?"
"Greedy, Mammon!" Orthelemon calmly looked at the shadows spreading around him, and his tone became serious.
Mammon can freely annex and reorganize the layers of space inside Pandemaninan. Although Inriges has a spatial connection with Pandemaninan, due to the special ban set by Grand Duke Rogge in Inriges, Mammon The power of merger and reorganization of the gate does not involve Inriges. The most he can do is to transfer a certain number of greedy dependents to Inriges, but cannot transfer the creatures and things that step into Inriges to Pan. Interior of Maninan.
However, if there is a statue of a god with a trace of his divinity as a medium, he can still make some small adjustments to the creatures and things around the statue.
Unfortunately, there happened to be such a statue in the darkroom of the former Governor's Palace in Norton.
"Looking at the surrounding building ruins and the qi left on the broken walls, this should be the ancient elf capital of the Third Age, Yarhai. I didn't expect that even this ancient city was merged into Pandimaninan by you. It seems that your role in the second cataclysm was not just a simple destroyer." Orthelemon said loudly to the shadow that had spread to the ruins of a giant building.
After Othelemon finished speaking, a human figure made of shadows appeared in the center of the large shadow.
The shadow humanoid shook his head towards Othlemon and said jokingly: "You have really compared the realms of the ancient elven empires of the Third Age. You can identify the corresponding city just by looking at the architectural style of the ruins. As a It is not easy for people of the Fifth Age to have such historical knowledge."
"However, what you said is not complete. During the second cataclysm, the elf king of the ancient elf empire still had the remaining power. I alone was not able to eat the entire Arhai. Now you are stepping on This wasteland is only a small part of the complete Yarheim."
"As for the rest of Alheim, they were burned to death by the blazing feathers of 'Morning' along with the Elf King..."
The human figure composed of shadows let out a low laugh, and its laughter overlapped, as if multiple people were laughing at the same time.
Oselemon looked around at the surrounding ruins. This capital city hidden in history has countless glorious pasts. The sun mark of the ancient god Poon remains here, bringing glory and glory to Arheim. Brilliance.
Unfortunately, after the second cataclysm, the sun imprint that originally represented blessings was distorted by countless elven souls over the long years. The beautiful blessings of the ancient gods of the star world became a terrible curse that suppressed the power of the gods of the star world. It continues to exert influence on Alheim, which is only a ruin.
As the eldest son of the ancient god Poon, Field is naturally one of the astral gods. Being located in Yaerheim, his power will be restrained to a certain extent.
"What's your plan? This is indeed a good place to deal with me." Orthelemon sneered, with no fear in his eyes, "First leave a trail to lead me to the statue of Inriges, and then use the power I don’t think you need to go to such trouble to move me here. I’ll give you a very simple solution. Just hide here. Sooner or later I will follow the traces and find you.”
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"My old friend, you should know that I prefer to take the initiative rather than being passive." The shadow humanoid said with a slight smile.
"Even if Field's power is suppressed here, I don't think you have the strength to compete with him now." The words spoken by Othelemon were extremely confident.
"Old friend, do you want to give it a try?" The shadow figure opened its arms and acted very calmly.
"I think so too."
As soon as Othelemon spoke, a huge flame surged out of the lantern. In a burst of hot and dazzling incandescent light, the flame gradually expanded and turned into a flame giant nearly a hundred meters high.
Othelemon stood on the shoulder of the flame giant and raised the bag in his hand. Then the flame giant opened its mouth wide, and bright streams of light rushed from his mouth filled with magma and flew towards the area that had been covered. The deep shadows of a vast expanse of ruined buildings.
Facing this rapidly approaching stream, the human figure in the center of the shadow quickly moved down and merged into the thick shadow. At the same time, in the shadow-covered area, a large number of weird tentacles covered with dark fluff stretched out.
These tentacles are numerous in number and huge in size. They extend into the air and wave continuously, effectively resisting the stream of light attacking the shadow area.
"My old friend, is this the only level?"
In the middle of the shadow area, a black human figure appeared again, and let out a wild laugh.
Oselemon calmly looked at the touch in front of him that easily blocked Field's attack. He seemed unconcerned and even breathed a sigh of relief.
"It looks like you didn't replace it with that disgusting ugly puppet..."
"Then, I'll feel relieved."
Orthelemon closed his eyes.
"Apoulis Phil, God**********!"
The blazing flames enveloped Oselei and rolled him into the body of the flame giant. The huge flame giant let out a roar of earth-shattering anger, and then the entire body turned into a white-hot fireball.
The incandescent fireball flew into the sky, expanding violently at an extremely fast speed, emitting light like the sun in the gloomy sky.
Under the illumination of the incandescent fireball, the surrounding temperature continued to rise. Groups of flames soared from the ground and transformed into flame creatures of various shapes in the radiance.
At this time, the incandescent fireball transformed by Field stretched out four thick hands made of flames. Each of the four arms held a weapon, namely a spear, a warhammer, a cannon, and a battleaxe.
Plissen looked up at the huge body like the sun, and couldn't help but swallow. What appeared in front of him was undoubtedly a real existence in the mythical realm.
Wrapped in the protective fire barrier, neither the surrounding flames nor the rising temperature had any impact on Plissen and the others, but the terrifying pressure coming from the sky could pass through the protective fire. Pleasant felt a little breathless.
Facing Phil, who had transformed into a complete mythical form, the humanoid shadow not only showed no fear, but actually made him excited.
"Hahaha."
"Yes, yes, is this right?"
The humanoid shadow laughed wildly, and the deep shadow began to peel off his body. The fair skin hidden under the shadow was revealed. Two pairs of wings, one black and one gray, sprouted from his waist and back respectively, exuding a dark light.
In just a few seconds, the weird humanoid shadow transformed into a female angel with four wings on its back and a delicate face.
Mammon fully opened his two pairs of wings, and a huge vortex seemed to appear in the silver pupil of his left eye.
In the shadow area behind Him, the invisible force tore a huge crack in the space. In that extremely wide gap, you can see countless tangled insects. They are densely packed and boundless, and they look extremely penetrating. .
"My retinue, my slaves, please give your meager strength for your noble sake!"
Like the despicable savior
Feeling sad and happy
