Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

When chanting these mantras, the speaker used not a lingua franca, but a very ancient and weird language.

The voice was light and psychedelic, like a feather softly falling on the soft snow, and it seemed to whisper from the deepest part of the dream.

And when the listener couldn't help but want to explore its content further, it disappeared like snowflakes falling into the palm of the hand.

This strange feeling did not originate from the content of the spell he chanted, but seemed to be related to his tone of voice, or the organs in his body used to make sounds.

And when the speaker began to chant the prayer, the star figure on the side disappeared directly, and through a special secret method, he instantly moved away from here.

As the prayer continued, an indescribable aura gradually permeated the night sky centered on the ritual circle.

The stars in the night sky suddenly became clearer and brighter, and were stained with a faint dark yellow.

The strange sound of music comes from the dark and deep space. It sounds very beautiful at first, but if you listen for a long time, it will make the listener fall into eternal sleep unconsciously.

However, the numerous ninth orders in the magic circle have gradually become silent from the previous violent struggle, their will sinking into the depths of endless dark dreams.

What is also sinking is not only the many unlucky Nine Tiers, but also the consciousness of the millions of network connections in the part of the network that the speaker is in charge of.

In the Internet, the will of countless people fell into a deeper dream without realizing it. Everything in the illusory online world began to become weird and absurd, but they were immersed in the dreamland but they didn't notice it.

In the web of destiny, the lines of fate of half of the network connections sacrificed by the speaker are all stained with an ominous dark yellow, in sharp contrast with the ice blue area controlled by Anves.

And, as time goes by, more ice blue areas begin to be gradually infiltrated by dark yellow.

And at this moment, the abnormality in the sky was finally noticed by the many ninth orders below.

"Something is wrong, what is that!"

Gazing at the vision in the night sky, a ninth-ranker spoke with some doubts and vigilance.

"...That is a foreign body! He is calling for a foreign body that does not belong to this world!"

When he heard the strange and hollow sound of music from the deep night sky, [Crown of Thorns] Mark fought a cold war from head to toe.

When he sensed the familiar, ancient and cold breath, Mark's eyes flashed in disbelief. Then, this emotion instantly turned into a mixture of anger and fear.

"How dare he?!"

Mark is naturally very familiar with the smell of foreign objects recorded in the doctrine. Moreover, as one of the seven bishops of the Holy See, he also knows more secrets.

In this world, there are many terrifying existences that are extremely old and powerful. They existed as early as human civilization, even before the emergence of this world, and will continue to exist.

Maelim, the Lord of Dreams, is one of them. He is considered to be an alien **** who rules the world of dreams and is in charge of dreams. The body sleeps in the dark mist in the depths of the deep sky and stars, and continues an eternal and absurd dream.

A very small number of Ability Gods and Esotericism worshipped it as an idol. He also personally led the team to destroy an evil summoning ceremony performed by the Esoteric sect.

They have indeed gained some kind of weird power, which can make the consciousness of professionals fall into trance and sleep. But under his divine words, even their big sacrifices were still vulnerable.

But today, Mark suddenly realized that the esoteric summoning ritual he had destroyed before was so amateur and ridiculous compared to this one tonight.

Two-digit ninth order, millions of federation creatures!

Such a handwriting made him feel frightened.

As the vision in the sky continued, many ninth-tiers on the ground also began to notice that the situation was not good, and they were all preparing to flee the battlefield.

However, when they noticed it, it was too late.

Soon, the consciousness of many ninth orders was also unable to extricate themselves and began to blur, falling into a deep sleep. Only a few Tier 9 Xtreme took advantage of this vision to just appear, and when the impact was not too strong, they acted to use life-saving secrets to escape.

Except for Archbishop [Crown of Thorns] Mark.

"An ancient foreign object brings chaotic darkness, and that darkness swallows the crowd."

"People called God in despair, so God came with the supreme brilliance to drive away the darkness and foreign objects--"

After experiencing the initial fear, the expression in Mark's eyes turned to determination.

While reciting the first section of the first chapter of the sacred text, the bishop's right hand pressed the ring-shaped light sacred emblem on his chest, and his left hand took out a sacred stone again and held it in the palm of his hand, struggling to resist the invasion of the power of sleep.

At the same time, as he recites, light emerges from nothingness and shines on him, making his figure seem inferior to the abnormal conditions around him.

"God said, when the light comes, the darkness will not remain in the world!"

When he recited the divine text, he suddenly smashed the holy spar in his hand. At the same time, a little holy white shimmer flowed from the hollow in the center of the holy emblem on his chest.

That is the goddess, and belongs to the gods of the seven archbishop level, perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as God's presence.

Under this light flowing, the bishop's body was gradually infested, turning into a human form composed of pure brilliance.

And from the broken sacred crystal stone, enough to form a limit-breaking attack, the sacred power was completely wrapped around and blessed on the bishop, raising his power to a new height again in a very short time.

After doing all this, the bishop resolutely rushed to the huge sun in the sky, trying to interrupt it at the last moment of the ceremony.

"Being bound by pious and illusory beliefs, what a pathetic existence."

In the huge defensive circle, the speaker presiding over the ceremony indifferently looked at the shining human figure rushing from below, and didn't care.

In the speaker's gaze, the brilliance rushed into the range of the defensive circle, and the distance from him was gradually approaching, but its strength was constantly weakening.

In the end, when the external cyber defense force was consumed by him for most of the moment, the bishop's figure dimmed, weakly regaining his original flesh and blood body.

Unwillingly separated the last little distance, after looking at the speaker at each other, his body fell down and fell into a deep sleep as well.

Of course, his sacrifice was not completely useless.

Due to the influence of Maelim's power, many network connections who have fallen into deep sleep are no longer able to continue to provide power to the defensive circle.

The power of the magic circle consumed by the bishop did not recover again.

However, the speaker did not care about this.

Although the power of the defensive circle has been almost exhausted, at this time, no one can threaten the operation of the ritual anymore.

"Um?"

But at this time, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

When the bishop's body finally fell, among the many ninth levels, another black robe figure that was still sober was finally revealed.

Controlling the avatar slowly floating up, Anvis's figure appeared incomparably abrupt in the center of the many stationary ninth orders.

When the strange tune that came to the night sky sounded before ~www.readwn.com~In the distant Anves' body, the old secret sutra hung around the waist suddenly floated on its own, the pages of the book opened, and the words on the surface came out. Strong gloom.

Whether it is the part of the construction network controlled by Anves, or the clone located in the remote battlefield, all the extensions of Anves' ontology are enveloped with a faint dark green meaning at this moment.

With the help of the spontaneous strength of the old secret scriptures, Anvis's will exempted the interference of Maelim's breath and did not fall into deep sleep.

But this time, facing Maelim's dream power, the old secret scriptures showed difficulty for the first time.

The dark green light on the heavy cover flickered, trying hard to suppress the dark yellow infiltration, but it could only maintain a evenly matched state.

"……It's you?"

Sensing Anvis's body, the power that belonged to the old secret scriptures, the speaker finally moved.

"The world is so small, isn't it, dear Lord Farr."

Slowly took off the mask, Anvis smiled and bowed.