Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

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"Very well, thank you for your enthusiastic support. I can assure you that you will never regret today's decision in the future!"

After all interested forces signed the agreement, the messenger put away that weird contract.

"Hey... Then, everyone, please continue to enjoy tonight's dance, and I will take my leave first."

Amidst a burst of weird laughter, the envoy and his guards walked directly towards the exit of the venue.

And on the dance floor at this moment, many professionals have already collapsed into a heap, and the intense sensory stimulation in a short period of time has caused them to completely fall into a state of deliriousness at this moment.

The blood flowing from the wounds on their bodies stained the stage red, adding a strong sense of evil to the scene, as if it were an altar where some kind of evil ceremony was being held.

"This...Your Excellency Xiute, is it really right for us to cooperate with them?"

Seeing this scene, Alisa's lips trembled, but she still couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Her chivalrous instinct made her extremely repel these 'evils', but her aristocratic education told her that doing so was the best move for her side.

The fierce conflict between the two made her unable to hold onto the hilt of her favorite sword, feeling at a loss as to what to do.

"You need to learn to live with this, Alyssa."

Noticing her situation, Xiu Te walked up to her and patted her shoulder lightly with his armored right hand.

"I know how you feel, but you have to be clear about one thing, the world doesn't work our way, and we can't save everyone.

Sometimes, in order to achieve our ultimate goal, as long as our bottom line is not violated, it is acceptable to make compromises in other aspects. "

"However, the emissary showed the power of the pagan cultists, and did not take human life seriously. Will the marquis of the empire cooperate with them, will it cause huge civilian casualties in the future?"

At this time, Roach couldn't help but speak.

After all, he was born in the province of Karras in the empire,

My family still lives there. He didn't want to overthrow the original ruler and liberate the civilians, which would lead to more civilian casualties.

"Roach, I think you may have got one fact wrong. Change, from ancient times to the present, has there been no bloodshed?"

Xiu Te glanced at Roach's nervous expression, then at Matt's expression of pulling his face, and couldn't help sighing.

"The price for the establishment of the ancient magic empire was that the capitals of many United Kingdoms were completely destroyed by the floating city, and the most stubborn resisters and the millions of people living in it ended in ashes.

The price for the founding of the three major empires in the mainland was the bloody and turbulent years that lasted for two full years. In those two years, all regions of the entire continent were involved in the flames of war, and no place was safe. Even if you walk on the street, you may die from inexplicable super magic at any time.

In the course of history, what we [Xinghuo] can do is to make the blood flow as little as possible and for a shorter time, that's all. "

.....

On the other side, the envoy who left the venue also encountered a little trouble at the moment.

In Longying City, it is not safe to walk alone on the street at night, even if there are people walking together, the number of people should not be less than three.

Of course, middle and high-level professionals are excluded.

After casually taking care of some thugs who found fault, the messenger's pace suddenly stopped, and the gaze behind the silver-black mask became serious.

Unlike those rotten fish and rotten shrimps, he could clearly sense that there was some kind of real threat approaching him.

"There is no need to continue to hide it, my lord, what is your purpose?"

Sensing a certain familiar aura, the messenger opened his mouth coldly, and looked at the street corner ahead without any emotion.

There, a figure shrouded in a black burqa, whose identity could not be seen, walked out slowly.

"It's very simple."

Under a black robe, Anweis smiled slightly.

"I want to borrow your cup to play for a few days. I wonder if you can agree to my little request."

"Cup? Idiot, are you asking for the power of the gods?"

Hearing this, the messenger seemed to have heard something funny.

"I can feel the power of desire surging in Your Excellency's spirit.

However, my lord whose identity is unknown, I will give you a piece of advice. If I were you, I would immediately change my course. Because at the end of the road ahead of you, the gods have been waiting for a long time. "

"I don't think so, Your Excellency the Messenger."

Anvis shook his head, his tone flat.

In fact, since the moment the cup appeared, Anweis really understood that this was the collection of desires he was really looking for.

So, he put aside the situation on the other side of the venue for the time being, and chased after him directly.

Indeed, that cup might be the incarnation of the power of some kind of Outer God, but there are already enough Outer Gods eyeing him, this one is not bad.

If he could completely absorb the power of desire contained in that cup, then it might be enough for his seed of desire to truly enter the next stage.

"You made a bad decision."

Seeing that Anweis was unmoved, the messenger returned to his expressionless expression.

He didn't see any move. The next moment, the guard beside him made a move without warning, and a black lightning flashed towards Anweis in an instant, trying to catch him by surprise.

But under the astonished eyes of the storm warlock, the black thunder that hit Anweis's body penetrated like nothing, melting the alley behind him into a deep hole soundlessly.

"Illusion?"

Glancing at the surrounding streets that had already been filled with a layer of mist, the messenger waved his hand, and a layer of faint red enveloped the storm warlock.

Then, in the eyes of the storm warlock, the original figure of 'Anvis' suddenly disappeared, and a new figure appeared on the nearby roof again.

"The power of the gods is really convenient..."

Reluctantly looking at the eighth-level guard who had discovered his real body, Anvis adjusted the Phantom Ice Field, changing from the original concealment mode to the attack mode.

"But I think, there may be some kind of limit to the power you have obtained?"

.....

Just like when it appeared, the battle between the eighth ranks only lasted for a very short time, and then ended abruptly.

The huge illusion field emitting white light covers an area of ​​several miles around, isolating all prying eyes from the outside world.

After surviving three ninth-order one-time attack wonders kindly sponsored by Bishop Yanila, the envoy and his guards still failed to hold on to the fourth.

Thanks to Anvest's control of the output, the two of them were not completely purified.

Although the power of desire can contaminate the holy power, it also depends on the difference in quality and quantity between the two.

Uncovering the messenger's mask, Anweis pressed one hand on the face of the messenger, and then controlled the operation of the seed of desire, patiently pulling the cup out little by little with the force of desire.

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