Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

However, to their disappointment, under the bombardment of the meteor explosion, although the tower appeared densely packed with cracks, as if it were about to collapse at any time, it still insisted on not collapsing in the end.

At the same time, this attack seems to have angered the cultists in the tower.

After the tower trembled for a while, several cultists exuding high-level aura quickly rushed out of the tower and began to search for foreign enemies.

Then, a mass of foreign objects with a volume of several hundred meters, like a chaotic and amorphous mass, was squeezed out of the gate of the tower.

The nightmarish jet-black body was tumbling, with an abominable sound like the churning of sludge in the sink, in an anti-gravity attitude, frantically rushing towards the attackers.

Different from the high speed and destructive power of the previous weird flying dragon, the flying speed of this lump-shaped weird polymer can only be said to be medium, but it has extremely strong mental pollution on its body.

Even if several spellcasters just stared at it, they felt that there were bursts of frantic whispers and notes in their spiritual sea.

This is extremely deadly for legal professionals. When the spiritual sea is polluted, it is very difficult for them to clean up their abnormal state, let alone cast spells that require precise guidance.

The world in the perception began to change drastically, the sky began to rapidly turn to night, and the surrounding ground, dilapidated buildings, collapsed statues... everything in the eyes began to pour out a large amount of dark green sticky mud-like substances, as if to make them Pulled into the depths for complete corruption.

Even if rationality knows that all this is false and is some kind of illusion of the enemy, it is still unable to extricate itself.

After forcibly suppressing the mutation of the spiritual sea and activating their respective life-saving magic items, after barely regaining consciousness, several spellcasters quickly dispersed and fled.

The strength of the enemy has exceeded their imagination. They have now given up their plan to continue the attack, and are ready to join other large forces to establish a defense line together and drag out the seven days.

While escaping, they activated the magic props they carried, intending to cause some trouble for it and delay its speed.

However, the latter's magic resistance is surprisingly high. Several seventh-order dissociation techniques, sunbursts, withering curses and other various spells are hit, but the damage to the black clumps is minimal.

Soon, the two warriors and a spell caster who fled nearby, due to their low strength, would inevitably be caught up one after another even if they had all their cards.

In the last cry of despair, the mutation in his spiritual sea broke out completely, and a large number of blisters and wriggling pink granulation erupted on the surface of the body, which were then swallowed up by huge clumps.

However, relying on the 'cover' of his teammates, the remaining two spellcasters briefly escaped the enemy's sight, and then quickly performed operations such as disguise and avatars with the help of secret magic props.

As veteran spellcasters, their frontal attacking abilities may have their own advantages and disadvantages compared to their counterparts in the war class, but they have a particularly large number of various life-saving magic items.

After a while, they managed to get rid of the enemy's tracking and escaped back to the base where the temporary alliance was located.

"how is the situation?"

Knowing that the two had returned, Princess Qunxing immediately put down what she was doing and began to inquire about the situation of the two.

"...The previous Abomination Dragon Beast's strength is still in the range of confrontation, but after we solved its sneak attack with superposition spell, we were unable to stop the chaos fusion monster that appeared later.

It has a strong spiritual pollution. And the magic resistance is amazingly high, and the seventh-order spells of all departments have very weak effects on it, and our strength alone is almost invincible! "

At this moment, the two reported their previous exploration experience, with a strong pessimism in their tone.

"We have to find a way to stay here."

"Any existence will have its weaknesses, and there can be no truly perfect things."

After listening to the two's report, the third princess Xingguang frowned, denying the two's pessimistic remarks.

She has to do this, otherwise, letting the news that the enemy is completely invincible to spread in the base will only lead to instability in people's hearts.

"Don't be nervous, I will ask Lord Sims for help later, and ask him to help predict the enemy's weakness."

Having said that, she sent the two of them to set up a magic defense array with the others, and she quickly returned to her residence.

She needs to ask her prophet for help, even if the price of each shot is very expensive, but Xingguang can't care so much at this time.

With a look of respect, she knocked on the door of Reginal Sims' residence, the seventh-order prophet who followed her into the glorious secret realm.

For some reason, no one responded in the room. After knocking on the door again and again, the third princess, who had an ominous feeling in her heart, no longer hesitated, and suddenly pushed the door open.

And as soon as she pushed open the door, a pungent purple smoke floated out, which stimulated her to narrow her eyes and fan it with her hands.

The ground in the room was in a mess, with invalidated prophecy circles, fragments of exploding crystal balls, runes drawn by unknown blood, scattered strange cards and other debris everywhere.

The Prophet Sims, with messy hair and robes, sat in the middle of the clutter, and in front of him was a stone basin with a rich pale blue glowing mist. Even if the door suddenly opened, he didn't have the slightest reaction.

"Lord Sims? What happened here?"

Seeing what the old prophet looks like now, Princess Starlight's ominous foreboding became even stronger.

Hearing Princess Xingguang's question, the old prophet blankly turned his head to look at the princess, his gray-white eyes were bloodshot.

"We're finished."

"???"

The other party's first sentence made Princess Xingguang almost catch her breath.

"Before entering the glorious secret realm, my prophecy was misled by others. Now all the prophecy pictures I can see are only death and nothing else. There is no way, we are all finished!"

Seemingly feeling Princess Starlight's disbelief, Sims added with a numb expression.

"How could this be? Is there any hope of escape?"

Forced herself to calm down, the third princess immediately asked about the way to save her life.

She is not a prophet after all, and she doesn't fully believe in the so-called mortal fate that the old prophet said.

"Hope? I want to know too. Since we entered this city, the foretells of death have been coming all the time, and getting closer and closer, even escaping is useless.

My ability of prophecy only allows me to hear the footsteps of the **** of death very clearly. It is getting closer and closer~www.readwn.com~ It will not exceed a day. "

With a smile that was uglier than crying, the old prophet pointed to the liquid-like blue glowing cloud in the stone basin in front of him.

"Before the countdown reaches the end, if there is a miracle, then its color will turn green and tell me what to do..."

However, before Princess Xingguang could say anything, in the eyes of the two, the clouds in the stone basin suddenly lit up with a faint green light.

"!!"

Seeing this scene, the old prophet couldn't take care of the princess anymore, but opened his wrist with a frantic expression and let his blood flow into the basin, for fear that the only trace of vitality would disappear.

With his movements, the smoke in the basin vibrated violently, and then suddenly like an upside-down waterfall, it quickly poured into the old mage's head.

During this process, the old mage trembled violently like a sheep's madness, but he always endured and did not let go of any information.

"I see! It's an attack! We must attack! We must take down that tower at all costs!! Any other location is mortal, and only that tower is our only way to survive!!"

At the end, he roared suddenly.

At the same time as he said these words, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his spirit was visibly sluggish, as if he had suffered some kind of invisible heavy damage.

At the same time, in the secret realm, watching a silver thunder that was controlled by Albins and fell to a seemingly empty place in the distance, Anvis once again glanced at the secret gold pocket watch in his hand.

Mithril's hands turned once again, and three magic hours had passed.