Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

"Okay, let's get started."

Obtaining Evan's definite reply, Anvis took out a crystal bowl containing half a bowl of cyan coarse salt that had been magically treated.

A faint cold flame emerged from his palm, and the cyan salt grains in the bowl slowly melted in this passive fire and turned into a flowing viscous liquid.

Then, holding the small dream key, Anvis threw the key into the bowl.

Although the liquid was viscous, the key seemed to violate the rules and quickly sank to the bottom of the bowl. In the still burning blue flame, a faint purple dreamy light radiated, and the whole bowl of green salt was slightly brightened.

With his hands hanging in the air, holding the crystal bowl in the center of the void, Anvis began to chant the corresponding ritual mantra in a slow and graceful tone.

Accompanied by the mysterious dream prayer, the key began to emit a brighter brilliance, and the brightness of the light even made the green salt in the bowl dyed with a faint purple meaning.

After a moment, after the chant was over, Anvis took out the key again.

Although the source of the light has been lost, the gorgeous purple brilliance that flows with the hazy meaning still lingers in the liquid, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Without warning, he suddenly poured the liquid in the bowl into the air.

The molten salt suddenly flowed out, but did not fall to the ground, but suspended in the air under the envelope of invisible magic.

And in the burning ice flames, gradually condensed into three small salt crystal keys exuding lavender brilliance.

After the refining was over, Anvis gave two of them to Evannie and Chaum, and he also took one of them.

All three of them understand the use of the key, so there is no need to spend much time.

Evannie has put her summons in the ring, ready to bring them into the dream world together.

The guiding circle needed for dreaming has been drawn while waiting for Evannie. The three lie in the circle, placing the salt key under the base of the tongue, and temporarily adjust their mental frequency to be the same as the circle.

The little salt key gradually melts in the mouth and turns into a liquid again, flowing into the body,

There is no smell, but it is heavy like mercury, and cold like winter night.

The heartbeat is beating, following the traction of the key and the magic circle, a certain force that does not exist in reality, gradually covering this underground hall.

In a daze, Anvis saw the illusory ‘door door’.

It carries a strange and mysterious pattern, like a shining star, descending into the world from the other shore of the endless sky.

It is outside and inside reality.

With the passage of time, the door gradually approached and the volume became larger and larger. From the size of a small round mirror, it gradually occupied all of Anves' eyes.

Finally, guided by the key, the door passed through him, and he appeared in the door.

Anves opened his eyes again, and the surrounding environment had changed.

The rough rock wall becomes smooth and delicate, and the surface emits a faint and soft phosphorescence. The content of the relief carved on it has also quietly turned into an ancient moon.

There was a strange scorched ashes in the center of the room, which seemed to be the remnants of some kind of campfire.

Chaom and Evannie were standing beside him, and they also regained consciousness at this time and looked around.

Although the way of entering is somewhat similar to dreaming, in fact, with the help of the power of the dream guide, everyone is entering the dream world at this time.

"Yes, this should be the dream layer of the island. I remember the dream bonfire, which was left by me and my guard."

After confirming the situation around her, Evannie took the lead to step out of the magic circle and release the summoned object.

Hearing this, Anvis also glanced at the remains of the bonfire.

Just as a bonfire in the real world can expel beasts, a bonfire in the dream world can also expel some weird existences in the dream world.

"Let's go up."

With Evannie’s summons walking in the forefront to explore the way, everyone cautiously walked out of the underground tunnel.

At this time, in the dream world of the island, night has fallen.

There is no silver moon in the sky, but the purple moon has become as big as a carriage, showing a perfect full moon, and it is shining with extremely bright and fascinating purple moonlight.

Except for the eternal light blue guiding star in the far north sky, the other stars are all black, just like holes in the quiet blue sky.

The surface of the dream world also has the power of curse. As night falls, the curse becomes particularly active.

But without waiting for everyone to make any further moves, a violent wave of battle came from the position of the mountains in the island dream world!

The brilliance of magic illuminates the night sky, and the horrible wave of magic power even penetrates the chaotic curse field, so that everyone who is nearly a hundred kilometers away can clearly sense it.

"It's a battle between the eighth tiers, Lord Anvis, one of them should be a pagan on the island. On the other hand, according to that special power fluctuation... it seems to be a person from the Holy See.

Chaom's expression became solemn, and he said the result he felt.

"Let's go over and take a look."

Hearing this, Anvis immediately became interested.

He remembered the bishop of the Holy See in the island tavern, and also remembered the message of the **** of worship over the previous ruins~www.novelmt.com~At this moment, between the mountains, two figures are standing. Facing each other in midair.

The figure on one side was dressed in a large purple sacrificial burqa with weird patterns all over it, and his face was hidden in the shadow under the hood, not real.

A weird scepter was held in his withered right hand, and strong black and green waves of evil power lingered on his body, making his figure appear blurred.

On the other side, there was a blond youth with an unusually young face.

He was dressed in a pure black solemn bishop's robe, and only three simple gold threads were embroidered on the neckline of the shawl. The silver-white circular light holy emblem hung from his chest, adding a touch of sacredness to it.

The power of light permeated his body, making his body appear pure and transparent, even in the deep night, without any shadow.

At this moment, beside these two people with almost diametrically opposite temperaments, the aftermath of chaotic magic in the environment has not yet completely dissipated.

Obviously, an extremely fierce battle has just ended.

"Come on, heretics, under the gaze of God, your plan will not succeed."

Looking at the **** of worship on the opposite side, the blond young bishop spoke indifferently, with a precise and solemn tone, as if he was narrating an unquestionable fact.

"You sad clowns, to the false gods, offer your self-confessed pious beliefs. Are you fooling others? Or are you deceiving yourself?"

Opposite him, the burqa on the face of the Great Moon Calling Esoteric Sacrifice moved slightly, and a hoarse voice came from below, but the content was extremely blasphemous.