A breathless pause.
"Those people outside pose no threat to me or you at all." Nesai spoke harshly, holding on to the wall and moving himself up despite the intense hunger.
He is the high-level warlock assigned by the entire Black Key Warlock Association to this remote stronghold of "Nightcrow Castle" to take charge of all conjuration matters here - although he has obviously disappeared for several days, this position has probably been replaced by someone else. .
No one knows better than him that the guards, apprentices, smug priests, young indigenous warlocks and conjurers here may not be his opponents now.
Let alone the opponent of the evil god Ifomi.
"I can transform myself, and it's even easier to extract information. If that doesn't work, I can also teleport away on my own." He moved up another level.
He stared straight ahead, holding his breath and - though it was getting harder and harder - slowly pulling himself away from the scented area. "You don't have to kill them."
"Kill. That's okay." Ifomie said without emotion.
"The teacher asked us to collect information about the 'Shadow of Conspiracy'. Not to engage in mass murder." Nese retorted.
There is a flaw in this statement. Yi Cha didn’t say otherwise.
"Ezhaint..." Ifomie muttered, seemingly not discovering the loophole.
"I plan to go find the Five Prophets." Nese said first. "In any case, the five prophets made predictions about the War of Dawn after all, and both predictions are related to the dark shadow of conspiracy. It is always right to go to them."
"Can."
"I go by my own."
There is no fluctuation in the death of Ifo. "Can."
This is an unexpected answer. Nese was stunned for a moment and stared at Ifomie.
Did the Hand of Destruction realize what he meant?
He didn't want Ifomie to be too involved in this event. The god of destruction and destruction regards human life as nothing. The overactivity of such an evil god may bring terrible disasters to his homeland.
But I didn’t expect Yi Fo Mie to agree so easily.
"You sympathize."
Ifomie couldn't see, but he seemed to be watching him. "I understand humans. But I have no intention of treating them the same as us."
While the words were still echoing, the Demon God suddenly disappeared from the spot again.
Nesse realized this and immediately rushed to the window.
For a moment, he thought he was going to witness a river of blood flowing throughout Nightcrow Castle - after all, judging from his estimation, Ifomie could easily do this.
Fortunately not. Ifo Mie didn't know where he went.
Nesai glanced down quickly.
On one side of the tower stood a group of heavily armed priests in white robes. On the other side, he recognized Oredo, the Lord of Nightcrow Castle at a glance - he was wearing his shiny, gold-embellished armor.
Five conjurers stood around the castle master. The youngest is no less than thirty. He recognized every one of them. Their dark robes were bulging with energy, and various colors of light came out.
There is a team of guards—probably the most effective team.
Half of them held light shields and spread out in a fan shape, at the front of everyone. The other half of the crossbow is spread out on both wings.
There are another dozen apprentices who look smart and capable, wearing closely seamed crocodile leather armor and holding various tools. They stand at the back of the team, among which are a few familiar top students.
Nesei knew in his heart that these were all the elites that Nightcrow Castle could mobilize.
Several conjurers and Oredo lowered their heads and said something, and seemed to be in no hurry to enter the tower.
Looking carefully, there is still an empty space in the formation between the castle owner Oredo and the priest.
They are waiting for someone.
What's waiting should be...no.
It will definitely be.
The new one, the high-level warlock who came to replace him.
Without such a warlock, they should not dare to fight a demon...
But they gathered so quickly...
Hunger-stressed thought distortion.
Suddenly I felt dark energy fluctuations behind me.
Nese hurriedly turned around, and Ivomit appeared at a very close distance.
The difference in power between the demons made him feel tight in his chest.
"God of destruction and destruction."
He tried to raise his head and look directly at him. "Have you changed your mind?"
"I don't care whether I participate or not. As long as I can complete Ezaint's commission."
Ifomie raised his head and blew out air. "I'm not interested in any of your plans. But if you can do it alone. My idea doesn't matter."
"I will definitely fulfill the teacher's instructions." Nese replied in a cautious and cold tone.
"Very well. I won't interfere with you again.
but. "
Ifomie slapped a giant paw on his shoulder.
It was terribly heavy - the shoulder must have swelled immediately, but Nesse didn't say a word.
A big hand spread out in front of his eyes. It was Ifomie's human arm.
In the palm of his hand was a simple, horn-shaped pointed hammer and a blood-red steel needle.
"These two things. For your use."
"What is it?"
Nese didn't move.
"In Chaint, let's pay attention to each other's safety." Ifomie said without any hesitation. "My safety. You don't have to pay attention. But I want to pay attention to your safety. Take it."
Nese did not hesitate, directly picked up the pointed hammer and looked around.
Sure enough, I saw a darker bull's head mark on the side with a thicker cross section, and wisps of fine black smoke came out from the turning points of the mark's strokes.
"The mark of the god of destruction and destruction. Weapon?"
"Take it. You can walk in the world in the name of my apostle." Ifomie's voice suddenly became hollow and deep. "My followers will help you when they see this mark."
As Ifomie finished speaking, Nese suddenly felt an invisible undercurrent from the palm of his hand to the pointed hammer, connecting them.
The Apostle of Destruction and Destruction.
It will undoubtedly attract enemies from corresponding fields...
Believers who believe in Ifomedi will never be the type to "help when asked to help". Their understanding of "help" may not be the same as that of normal people.
But no matter what, it is a new wave of angles and sources of information.
Nese stared at the crooked and obscure light on the curve of the pointed hammer. "What's its name?"
"Reality-shattering strike."
"Reality-shattering strike."
Nesse repeated, holding the pointed hammer to her waist. Then he picked up the steel needle from his rough palm - it was like a small cluster of solidified blood. "what about this?"
"When you want to call upon my power, just dip it in your blood."
Ifomie's arm retracted silently. "Just remember that when so called upon to appear, I bring nothing but destruction and destruction."
"Why?"
"The weapon that summons the gods. The weapon leads to the priesthood."
Ifomie finished speaking indifferently.
In a puff of black smoke, the figure of the devil disappeared.
Nesse was sure almost immediately that he would not come again.
He put away the blood needle and looked out the window again.
The night is gloomy.
The forest was caressed by the wind and made gentle waves, but it was just an ordinary midnight in the world.
In the distance, a figure wearing a gray cloak approached quickly.
The floor tiles are gray and blue, and the figure of the man is also gray and blue.
In the physical field of view, it is almost completely indistinguishable.
But in the energy perspective—
That man was full of radiance.
It's like coming with stars and the moon, dragging out a gorgeous wake of more than ten feet.
