Warm wind surges.
Xikis still chose to attack to check.
Yi Cha was thinking about his own things and only gave a light high-five.
A hole opened in the void, and Xiqisi, who was wearing a long purple dress, fell out of it and fell into disgrace on the muddy forest floor.
She fell hard, but curled up without saying a word, her purple eyes full of vigilance and anger.
"The blood contract you set yourself is to track the level of the soul." Yi Cha looked at her with a look that worried about her intelligence, "Stop going against yourself."
Hikisi was kneeling on the ground, her luxurious purple dress was stained with mud, her elbows and face were stained, and there were leaves stuck in the corners.
She remained silent, her shoulders beginning to shake. Yi Cha looked at her with raised eyebrows, thinking of a human concept he had once read.
cry.
Hicks cried.
Yi Cha observed her curiously, but then he thought of business again, sighed, turned around and walked towards the woods.
…
The light from the top of a distant tower guided him. The closer you get, the more you can feel the sporadic law energy filling the air.
It's clear where this energy comes from. This is quite similar to the energy used by the magic circles in the adamantine prison and the plane trap he fell into.
It came from the same person, the plane warlock who captured him. This guy cast a restraining and transfiguring spell on him, and took away all his belongings.
He had to get everything back.
The tower was right in front of him, but the gauze-like mist outside the wall stopped him. An alarm mana dome set by a planar warlock.
Yi Cha was considering the cost of acting rashly—if he just walked through the mist, the plane warlock would immediately detect his presence. He estimated his current strength: the power of disorder cannot be used, human law spells and man spirit spells require energy sources, and he currently does not have a stable one.
As for the plane warlock: Every human being who can master profound plane magic is unique among thousands. The concealment of his spell was so strong that even Yi Cha didn't realize that he had walked into a trap at the first time.
Of course, this warlock's energy use is still flawed, but in his current state, a head-on confrontation is likely to fail.
The familiar warm wind surged around me.
He turned around and saw the expressionless Saint Hikis, her eyes a little red.
"Still not leaving?"
From the moment of questioning, it became clear that Xiqisi's blood contract should also include space restrictions. The blood servant cannot leave the blood master too far away.
Xiqisi kept a straight face and said nothing, and was angry with Void.
"Okay." Yicha thought for a while, "If you cooperate with me, I can break the blood contract." Although bringing Xikis may cause risks, he needs help now.
Xiqisi's eyes lit up and her face became bright again. "What?"
Icha pointed to the mist-shrouded tower.
The goddess hesitated for a moment.
In the end, she came over, took the devil's arm, and led him down to the castle.
…
They flashed past the wall, the low stables, the dormitory full of sleeping apprentices, the trial field with the missing puppets, and landed in a dark compartment in the depths.
Icha found his personal belongings in the corner.
Gold horn chain, Yin Iron scimitar, a bag of colorful energy marrow stones, five crystal bottles containing quick runes, three brown-covered booklets, two quill pens, a roll of rune paper, and a portable ink bottle containing Silent ink...
"Is this your thing?" Hikis said in surprise.
After counting the items, there was still one thing missing. He finally found it on the shelf on the other side, a black and red robe, which was his trademark.
"Almost like a magister. A demonic magister." Hikis commented with interest, no longer as uncomfortable as before.
Yi Cha shook up his robe. The next second, the robe with red flame patterns and black cloud patterns fit neatly on his slender figure. "That plane warlock here, how much do you know about him?"
"My name is Nese. I am an orphan, self-taught, and somewhat talented among humans. I have not belonged to any god. Hmph. Very boring. Anyone who is not my believer is very boring." A touch of pride appeared on the goddess's face.
"Let's go. Go see him." Yi Cha stretched out his arm.
…
This time they teleported directly to the room where the plane warlock Nesei lived.
The fire was dancing, and there was a hooded figure beside the desk. The gold-gilded thorn pattern on his chest showed that he was a high-ranking member of the Warlock Association.
The eyes under the hood were not panicked, but just stared at the sudden appearance of Yi Cha, seemingly prepared.
"Devil...you even brought helpers..."
Xikis had hidden her form when she came. Although Nesse couldn't see it, he could feel another indistinguishable existence besides the devil, so he didn't act rashly.
"I guess just say it."
Yi Zha found a comfortable seat for himself and leaned back casually, "If you are a kind and self-disciplined spell caster, please remove the curse of law from me now. Don't worry, I have no interest in taking revenge on you. .A demon doesn't mind the offense."
Especially since there is a doomsday battle waiting for him.
Yi Cha's attitude was too calm, Nesai frowned, and a silver coin appeared in his hand.
He glanced at it, and the silver coins shone brightly.
The real silver coin did not turn black...the devil did not lie...
Nesai thought for a moment, and the silver coin disappeared between her fingers.
"I trust you."
"You believe in yourself." Yi Cha smiled slightly, and he saw the warlock's little movements.
The door behind him opened with a bang.
A strong atmosphere of order poured into the room, and four young faces in white robes holding real silver chains poured in and surrounded him.
The four priests...the clothes on their bodies had been consecrated...Icha looked around and his eyes fell on Nesai. The plane warlock's face was hidden behind his hood. He stood up from behind the desk and placed his hands on the table to confront the demon.
"I believe you, but I'm sorry, this is not directed at you." There was obviously no apology in Nese's voice.
He raised a hand to signal, and the priests began to recite the Holy Order of Low Order, grasped the chains in their hands, and cautiously approached Yicha.
The devil began to get tired of this method that only increased the troubles.
"Hikiss. Come out and play."
He didn't make any extra moves, just sighed and touched the talisman on his palm.
A soft, long, teasing sigh filled the room.
The divine light suddenly appeared, and the intoxicating warm wind swept everyone present instantly.
The lavender outline condensed in mid-air, and a maddening fragrance emanated from it. The figure of the playful saint shrouded in magnificent light appeared next to Yi Cha.
The joyful saint Hikis, she is more fascinating than this fragrance, and makes people want to be naked more than this warm breeze.
Icha summed it up from the actions of the four white-robed priests, and thought it was a bit silly. The divine energy of humans and gods comes from the collective will of believers, and different collective wills transform different powers.
The Divine Power of the Happy Saint is obviously close to the realm of disorder, and Yizha is naturally completely immune to all this.
The priests were huddled together, stuttering and giggling, and the real silver chains were thrown aside - because their hands were busy taking off their coats.
"This is... divine power..."
Nese's voice trembled. It was rare that he could withstand the impact, "You are a god..."
"I'm his servant." Hikisi put her arm around Icha's shoulders.
