Emperor of Arcane

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The dark forest, the capital of the blood-wrathed trolls.

Zul'Farrak.

The blood-rage trolls who were supposed to control the city fell into pieces in a pool of blood and ruins.

There was a little bit of joy on their faces, and they looked very happy, as if they were embracing death.

The corpses were piled up in random places, and the blood flowing down gathered into a sticky stream.

The blood stream converged towards the center of the square, and finally turned into a twisted bloody vortex.

Distorted faces, struggling and roaring in the whirlpool.

Their faces showed various expressions of pain and endless regret.

Some faces were torn apart by other faces and disappeared without a trace.

But soon, they were painfully reborn from the blood, repeating the reincarnation of being cruelly torn apart.

Just looking at it makes people shudder.

Indescribable weird feelings and mind-distorting fluctuations emanated from the huge blood pool in the center of the square.

One after another, the roaring monsters were frantically fighting the demons.

Most of their bodies have turned into twisted monsters, and only their heads still have traces of the trolls.

They are the culprits that caused this to happen.

A group of remorseful villains.

A bunch of deceived wretches.

Some prisoners consumed by depraved desires.

Some pawns who think they have control of the overall situation.

They are troll priests, wizards, and witch doctors, some idiots who want to fight for power and gain, but also want to live forever.

More and more trolls, losing control of their bodies, came out of distant houses and ruins.

They used various weapons to hit themselves on the head over and over again until they fell to the ground after suffering severe injuries and died slowly.

The blood flowing out of their bodies will be controlled by special forces and flow to the giant blood pool in the center.

An astonishing number of Berserker Demons struggled to get out of the blood pool in front of the Demon Summoning Altar.

They roared excitedly, unknowingly tainted with red light, and were beguiled by the sounds in their ears, killing other areas of the city without thinking.

There, there are still trolls who remain awake and rational.

The purpose of these demons is to kill them one by one and include them in the sacrifice.

There are also some demons who will "actively" kill these struggling twisted monsters.

Cut off their remains bit by bit, cut off their hope, and taste their wails, pain and regret.

In the center of the blood pool, a looming gap was held up by a huge bloody hand.

The seemingly inconspicuous gap contains extremely powerful power, constantly swallowing the twisted bloody hand, consuming its power to expand to both sides.

Although the power of the bloody hand is great, it cannot do anything about this gap for a while. Instead, it is continuously consumed by it. It can only draw power from the blood pool to keep this gap from disappearing.

A strange dark red light shines from the complicated array on the ground.

Dozens of gray-black figures wearing cloaks are continuously injecting power into the magic circle.

They are using the power of the magic circle to stabilize the gap that has been forcibly opened little by little, and are trying to build a stable passage in it.

The huge city of Zul'Farrak was the sacrifice for their action.

Several figures in cloaks looked at the sky carefully and said two words without hesitation:

"If we don't take action, it will be too late."

This was said very simply, but the figures around them didn't want to hear it at all. They just glanced at them lightly, with a fatal red light flashing in their eyes.

They snorted softly, raised their heads nonchalantly, looked at the sun in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh:

"What a bunch of idiots!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures around them took action against them without hesitation.

Weird red light and twisted weapons surrounded them one after another, obviously they were well prepared.

But just when others thought they were going to die on the spot, these figures suddenly shattered and finally disappeared, revealing a group of clones.

Even the person who controlled the situation did not expect such a change.

"As expected of the Cole Elf, his spells are exquisite, but it's a pity that he is too timid."

"Don't worry too much about them, they are the ones begging us to do things anyway."

"Next time if something happens, they will find us."

"But next time, I will definitely study them carefully."

The person who said this was exuding a twisted light.

The other people around him were completely silent. It was obvious that he was the one making the decision here.

Before anyone else could speak, terrifying pressure came down from the sky.

The bright silver figure, reflecting the golden light of the scorching sun, rushed down towards Zul'Farrak.

Yaya, exuding terrifying pressure, opened its mouth in great joy, and the fatal dragon breath of destruction roared down.

call! call! call!

Zul'Farrak, who was not protected by the magic circle barrier, was directly thrust upward by the fangs.

The terrifying flames of destruction instantly hit the pile of corpses in the center of the square.

The destructive flames that consumed everything even enveloped the two struggling troll sacrifices.

They were burned completely black by the flames, and their eyes showed a little daze and fear. Feeling the passing of life, a little tears of regret flowed from their ferocious eyes.

Boom!

The overwhelming dragon's breath flames hit the huge blood pool.

Waves of churning bloody mist instantly spread in all directions.

The terrifying heat burned all filth and flesh.

Under the burning flames of destruction.

A bloody barrier was fluctuating violently.

Feel the rapid consumption of energy and the terrifying power of the dragon's breath.

Realizing Yaya's strength, they suddenly understood why the Cole elf was running so fast.

Currently, Yaya's size has grown to 29.5 meters, and his weight has increased to 15 tons.

Such an astonishingly huge body, from a sensory point of view, is even more oppressive than the legendary red dragon and golden dragon.

In the boiling blood pool, several demons that had just crawled out met the destructive flames head on.

They didn't even feel the pain, they were burned to ashes.

How can the high temperature in the underground abyss compare to the burning heat of dragon's breath?

Yaya stared at the solid blood-colored barrier in surprise, with a little interest in his vertical-pupil-shaped eyes.

She wanted to see whether it was the magic circle shield that lasted longer, or whether it was her deep breathing that lasted longer.

It was obvious that while the dragon's breath was destroying the blood pool, it was also putting pressure on the shield of the magic circle, making these unprepared cultists somewhat unable to hold on.

The leading figure glanced at the dragon body with teeth as deep as abyss, its red eyes full of greed and desire.

He looked at the space rift that was about to open and was extremely stubborn. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand at the more than 10 figures standing on the outermost edge.

They screamed in terror, and twisted flames suddenly appeared all over their bodies.

Just one or two breaths burned their bodies and clothes clean.

After sacrificing more than 10 cultists without warning, the shield of the magic circle, which was originally in danger, became strong again.

He raised the dark and strange staff in his hand and reached out to point at the destroyed blood pool below.

The surging blood quickly gathered here, desperately blessing the huge and ferocious bloody hands.

The figures around him all knew what the leader was thinking.

That is to make a desperate move and open the gap in space.

Click! Click! Click!

The weird sound of space being torn apart had no loudness at all.

But it can be transmitted very clearly to the ears of everyone around.

The sky, which was originally a clear blue, suddenly became filled with large dark clouds.

The violent thunder kept surging.

The rolling thunder spread in layers.

"Crackling" big raindrops fell from the sky with a roar, as if the world was crying.

Bursts of murderous intent emerged in Yaya's heart unconsciously.

This change in the special situation immediately caught her attention.

Yaya, who had received a lot of will protection training, decisively stopped attacking, distanced himself from the city below, and hovered in the air again.

Click!

The rushing thunder and lightning fell on Yaya's body.

The jumping arc failed to destroy the bright silver scales.

Instead, it slowly sank into it and was directly absorbed by Yaya.

Yaya stared at the lightning falling from the sky with his eyes wide open, feeling a sense of anger for no reason.

"You actually want to influence me? See if I don't kill you first!"

Yaya always remembers Matthew's instructions.

No matter who it is, no matter what means the other party uses, no matter what the other party's purpose is.

As long as the other party dares to control his mind and body, then roll up your sleeves and fuck him!

Under Orianna's dumbfounded gaze, the furious Fang rushed towards Thunder.

She rushed into the clouds above, bathed in the baptism of lightning and thunder, and flapped her wings wantonly to attack the surrounding dark clouds and lightning.

Such a reckless behavior actually made the cultists below breathe a sigh of relief.

Seize the opportunity and go all out, breaking the space rift forcefully.

The cultists, who had been well prepared, threw five or six bloody broken statues into the cracks.

The shape of these statues resembles a fusion of trolls and certain monsters.

The space rift that had just been torn open swallowed them without hesitation and tore them into pieces.

The weird and twisted red light just wanted to take advantage of the situation and attach itself to it.

A bright and dazzling thunderbolt fell accurately and exploded with a "boom".

The originally undetectable red light was instantly swallowed up by the burst of lightning.

Yaya, with thunder lingering all over his body, was rushing towards the cultists. His power was stronger and more terrifying than before, making these cultists tremble with fear.

The cultists who sensed the approaching danger jumped into the space rift that was not yet completely stable without hesitation.

They would rather suffer the damage of space tear than fight with Yaya.

Although the former is dangerous, they are experienced and have ways to deal with it, so they have a chance of survival.

The latter will definitely die, and their death will be extremely miserable.

This is the consensus of all cultists in the northern continent.

With thunderous claws, it fiercely tore apart the solid magic circle barrier.

It's not that Yaya suddenly became much stronger, but that the magic circle no longer had the support of the cultists.

The magic circle has lost its source of power, which makes it so vulnerable.

Yaya, who originally looked very angry, stared at the space crack that was slowly taking shape, and a bright smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

The cheerful Orianna decisively reported to her watch:

"The space rift has been opened and Zul'Farrak's defenses have been lost. Please march immediately."

While speaking, Orianna also reported the tragic situation and situation around her.

She looked at the twisted priests running wildly, with a curious expression on her face:

"Are those trolls too? They're so ugly! Why don't you kill them?"

Ignoring the subtle whispers in his ears, Yaya immediately flew into the air and carefully observed Zul'Farrak, who was on the verge of destruction.

For those trolls fighting demons, they had no intention of intervening in the rescue.

Who knows if these guys have been contaminated?

Who knows if their fighting behavior is acting?

Facing the cultists' increasingly weird methods, Yaya couldn't help but muttered:

"When these guys show up, it's basically difficult to restore the situation."

"It just so happens that these guys like to attack civilians..."

"It's better to take more care to prevent these guys from acting recklessly."

Orianna looked at the watch in her hand and felt that it should develop more functions for it.

While the two of them were discussing, the Feilong Brigade had already rushed over from a distance.

They carefully monitored Zul'Farrak's situation, recorded various anomalies, and reported them to the ongoing combat command center.

After realizing that there were cultists here, the advancing Gulf Territory combat troops immediately stopped.

They need to re-select combatants and strengthen training.

At the same time, the fact that there were cultists here was quickly reported to the two major churches in the territory.

They are the professionals when it comes to dealing with cultists.

The Gulf Territory also happens to learn more from their professional practices and understand some basic conditions of the mechanical plane, as well as the various methods of some believers.

Whether it is preparing for battle or defending territory, you can benefit from it.

In the next two days, blazing flames ignited the entire Zul'Farrak.

The spreading fire greedily devoured all flesh, flesh and buildings.

"I would rather burn this place to ashes than let the flesh and blood polluters leave."

These were Sun Sheng's original words, and this was also their approach.

Regarding this, the Paladin is very determined and will attack without mercy.

Matthew glanced at them lightly, smiled and replied:

"Provide more testing methods, don't hide them like before."

"It's a troubled time now, and these bugs will definitely find a way to crawl out."

After hearing what Matthew said, Mira, who was nominally leading the team, thought about the large number of disobedient interns in the church and said angrily:

"These people in the Gulf Territory are all thinking about how to study..."

Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Matthew looked at the data records on the magic watch, noticed that Zul'Farrak's cleaning had been basically completed, and replied nonchalantly:

"Live and learn as you grow old. Technology also needs to be inherited and developed. Only by constantly moving forward can we better solve dangers."

“If they learn a lot, don’t they also do a lot?”

Thinking of the several major production factories under the church's name, as well as the steady flow of gold coins and resources earned, Mira recalled Bishop Barrett's smile and changed the subject rather bluntly:

"Ahem, based on the traces they left, as well as a small number of contaminated and bewitched individuals."

"We have confirmed their information. They are members of the Bewitching Sect. They have a considerable relationship with the Bewitcher Thasorel and are most likely his direct subordinates."

The Bewitcher - Thasorel!

When he heard the name, Matthew subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

It is different from most geniuses who only started to emerge after the emergence of the elemental tide.

Thasorel the Bewitcher is very famous now!

He is at least in the top five on the blacklists of major Orthodox churches.

Its legendary peak strength is an insurmountable nightmare for many "victims".

Of course, the vast majority of victims may not realize that Thasorel was responsible until their death.

The reason why Matthew was deeply impressed by it was because of one of Thasorel's achievements.

It is to make the two great arcanists of the Netheril Empire turn against each other.

That's right, they are the two great arcanists who are currently causing trouble in the southern provinces of the Netheril Empire!

The chaos caused by the other party is still causing the population of the Gulf Territory to continue to grow, which can be regarded as a small "assist".

However, Matthew knew very well that these methods of Bewitcher Thasorel were far from the limit of what he could achieve.

The following year, the Knights Kingdom of Lordan and the Netherese Empire turned against each other, causing the Netherese Empire to lose its most important and trustworthy ally.

It is precisely because of this that it indirectly accelerated the destruction of the Netheril Empire.

And before that, the division and inactivity of the Netheril Council must have been the driving force behind it.

Matthew lamented that time was running out, and more and more monsters and monsters had begun to "appear".

He stared at the Paladin troops who were inspecting the space rift, and asked in an expectant tone:

"Have any contamination residues been detected?"

If not, Matthew and Yaya can take action.

If there is, all the better.

Being able to contaminate spatial rifts has a very high value in itself.

Whether you kill them or treat them as trophies, they can bring you a lot of benefits.

Sun Sheng put down the detector in his hand, looked at the data again with interest, shook his head slightly and asked:

"Are you really ready to take action? The Cole Elf will definitely make trouble during this period."

Matthew took out a palm-sized pollution detector that looked like a mobile phone. He was satisfied with its precision and various attributes and said without hesitation:

"We just need them to move. Anyway, they can't use their full strength now."

After hearing this, Sun Sheng immediately understood the deeper meaning of Matthew's words. He looked up at the space rift above and asked directly:

"What is the exploration process of the Gulf Territory?"

The reason why I ask this is naturally because the Paladin troops are preparing to go deep into it and also participate in this adventure.

Training alone cannot allow the combatants in the church to achieve real growth.

The necessary battle is indispensable!

If the Gulf Territory fails to deal with these trolls, it will undoubtedly be their best opponent.

But the Bay Leader's attack was too fast, and the place was completely cleaned up.

Without the Gulf Leader, it would be unrealistic to look for other trolls.

Therefore, you can naturally "gain" something by exploring this demiplane.

"Just the normal process. Once I send out the message, we can start fighting."

Under non-urgent circumstances, large-scale operations in the Gulf Territory usually involve collecting as much information as possible before taking action.

Not only can you make more targeted preparations, but you can also greatly improve your chances of winning the battle.

More importantly, a new and professional adaptive training will be added to the basic training for different operations.

The professionalism of Gulf Territory soldiers will gradually strengthen over time.

Sun Sheng, who received a positive reply, glanced at the Gulf troops arriving one after another from behind, and said "Smash it" with envy.

There is no way, the Gulf Territory will not help the combat troops whose contribution value is too low and have not joined the battlefield preparation, to provide direct transportation services to the battlefield.

No matter how professional they say, combatants who have not been tested and re-educated by the Gulf Territory are not worthy of trust.

After confirming the situation here, Matthew and Yaya checked the material preparations and entered the space rift under the gaze of many pairs of eyes.

As soon as he entered the spatial rift, Matthew felt pressure from all directions.

Orianna, wearing a small set of combat uniforms, recorded the data carefully, and said curiously:

"This pressure is not great, and you can handle it if your physical fitness reaches 14 points."

"However, there is no air in the passage. We need to prepare breathing techniques and breathing equipment to solve this problem together."

Matthew looked at the calm and thoughtful Orianna, and became more determined to promote systematic education in the Gulf Territory.

No matter how talented a person is, there are things he cannot consider. The crystallization of everyone's wisdom can allow him to absorb more nutrients and break through to higher levels.

Another point is that communication and contact with people in the Gulf Territory can help them understand the meaning of hard work and becoming stronger.

Not only can it urge them to go further, but it can also make them understand what the hard work is for.

The Gulf Territory will not give up personal development, but will provide better conditions for it as it develops and progresses.

The teaching effect of learning and internship at Bayland Vocational Training College has reached a very good level.

Take the second batch of students who are about to graduate as an example.

The average professional level has exceeded level 3.

Some outstanding students have reached the peak of the intermediate level and are moving towards high-level professionals.

Several of these geniuses have already broken through to high-level positions and are being competed for by heads of departments.

Matthew looked at the darkness around him, quickly collected various "data", and quickly received corresponding feedback.

"The unstable space channel (intermediate level) can accommodate life forms below the legendary level."

"It can be stabilized and reinforced through the space stabilization array to reduce the probability of space storms."

"The passage time was 20 minutes, and no difference in light flow rate was detected."

"Countdown to space channel integration and stability: April 572, 12 days and 3 hours."

After receiving these data, Matthew raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He immediately sensed a lot of crucial information from the changes in the space rift.

The "emergence" of space storms must have certain inducing factors and values.

For example, when the enemy was fighting for a space passage, they suddenly ran into a space storm...

The difference in the flow of time gave Matthew further ideas.

Time is a wonderful thing, especially the deeper Matthew understands it, the more he understands a truth.

Don't rely too much on a certain force!

The Gulf Territory will definitely encounter some demiplanes with time differences in the future.

Compared to the Gulf Territory, whether time there is fast or slow, it has corresponding and important value.

Bay collar is short of time now!

The last hint about the space passage answered many of Matthew's doubts.

From the moment the space rift was opened, the connected demiplanes should have been targeted by the "material plane".

The distance of the space channel will gradually shorten, and the reflected situation is that its passage time will decrease.

In the end, it will become a relatively stable entrance and exit like the space passage in the Catachan demiplane.

The connected demiplane at the other end may be completely "swallowed" by the material plane.

Matthew's perception of the demiplane at this time was like those black holes in his memory that crazily devoured all matter.

However, the demiplane may also present another condition.

That is to form relatively stable galaxies one after another.

The strongest material plane is in the middle, with the other captured demiplanes surrounding it.

There are corresponding distances between each plane.

Of course, this is just Matthew’s conjecture, and the real situation is not yet clear.

Just as Matthew was thinking, Yaya felt a little uncomfortable and looked around cautiously.

She felt like she was wrapped in something.

If you apply too much force, it will most likely burst.

Of course, this is just a feeling of Yaya. If you really do this, you may not be able to succeed.

She looked at the dark passage around her, shook her head in boredom and muttered:

"We don't know if there are enemies waiting for us outside. It would be great if there are."

After hearing this, Orianna nodded in agreement.

She had just equipped Yaya No. 1 with many new weapons, and was preparing to find someone to try it out.

Matthew did not interrupt, but was thinking about the purpose of the Bewitching Sect to go to the mechanical plane.

They are few in number, led by only a legendary spellcaster.

If a person like this wants to control an entire plane, it is tantamount to wishful thinking.

If you just want to make trouble, the relatively turbulent northern continent is definitely a good place to go, and there is no need to go to a place like the demiplane.

Unless the other party has its own purpose and is connected to this demiplane.

Either there is an internal agent, or there is a familiar and easy-to-manipulate target.

Only in this way can they take advantage of the demagoguery and be confident that they can succeed.

Thinking of this, Matthew couldn't help but smile on his face.

He also wanted to see how those who were bewitched would react and change under his "watch".

Half an hour later.

A slight light appeared in front of the originally dark place.

Yaya and Orianna, who had long been bored, jumped over happily.

Matthew also squinted his eyes, activated the combat program of the Thunder Magic Armor, activated the flamethrower on his back, and flew into the distance in a flash.

Ya Ya blinked blankly, then immediately reacted and accelerated forward with a smile.

Matthew rushed into the huge ball of light and was greeted by a large ball of scorching flames.

Bang!

A violent explosion suddenly spread, and the extremely lethal flames did not cause any damage to the Thunder Magic Armor.

The surging lightning shield only sent out a few ripples, and then calmed down quickly.

Before Matthew could look around, a huge dark object pierced over.

It is a five-meter-long rotating metal cone wrapped with sharp, bright silver threaded ribbons.

With a "buzzing" sound, the huge drill bit flew in front of Matthew.

Matthew, who was quite surprised, looked at the strange yet familiar object in front of him and was about to dodge.

A line of bright red words appeared in front of his eyes:

"Foolish humans, accept destruction!"

The flame jet backpack on his back suddenly burst into scorching fire, pushing Matthew towards the drill.

The lightning shield originally used for protection suddenly disappeared.

This strange change made Matthew's eyes widen.

call!

The fatal drill pierced right in front of his eyes!

"interesting!"

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Matthew looked at the fixed scenes around him. The surging power of time had enveloped the entire surroundings.

The figure that attacked him also appeared in the afterglow of the fire.

The ferocious and tattered steel body was dotted with large broken holes.

From time to time, firelight bloomed, and the sparks solidified in the sky, as if they had a real form.

It has a partial resemblance to Death 3000, and is obviously a combat puppet.

However, what is different from ordinary combat puppets is that there are many strange lines and parts emerging from the wounds in its body.

Especially its head with an exaggerated and ferocious smile gave Matthew the feeling of facing a living person.

"Rebellion-Death God 2000 modification, challenge level 20+ (elite)!"

A "renegade" battle puppet?

A flash of realization flashed in Matthew's eyes.

He understood the purpose of the Guhuo sect and who the evil god behind it was.

Matthew looked at the light red words on the battle helmet display and understood what had happened to the Thunder Magic Armor.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the side of the battle helmet.

The combat auxiliary control core was crushed, and his entire body slowly floated upwards, arriving in front of the Renegade Death 2000.

Snap!

The power of time disappears!

The ferocious face of Renegade Death 2000 showed an anthropomorphic look of astonishment.

Then, a surging thunder hit its strange head hard.

The last thing its two scarlet eyes saw was a ferocious sword with dense serrations!

One sword kills the head!

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