NFBE Chapter 494 The Deceitful Magician
Chapter 494 The Deceitful Magician
Chapter 494 The Deceitful Magician
Watching the spread of the black mist, in the distance of the ancient capital of Lorance, a group of church members in blue-green robes were looking serious.
"Wind, dead."
Storm Priest Teromini's face was gloomy.
As a priest of the eye of the storm, he can sense the will of the wind.
In the black mist, there was no "will" coming.
Feeling the deathly silence of the "Wind Scar" around him, he felt a sense of fear.
"It's so quiet, so quiet!"
Behind Tromini, a young storm priest with black hair twitched his nose.
"Did you feel it too!?" Tromini stared at the other party, and there was even an obvious expression of fear on the other party's face.
"This is definitely not a priest-level evil god priest. I think it is a bishop-level, no, the possibility of being a pope-level evil god is higher than [-]%!!!"
The young man clenched the necklace hanging on his chest with his trembling right hand. The expression on his face could no longer see anything except fear, and his devotion and focus had long since disappeared.
"Those black mist are part of the evil god!!!" The young man's expression was very excited.
There is no doubt that Feng will die because of that weird black mist.
Not only the wind, but also others, as long as it is shrouded in the black mist, anything with will will die.
Everything was targeted, not even the undead wandering in the wilderness, not even the souls of believers of various churches.
Not only is the person dead, but the soul has not yet come out, and no soul has been seen leaving from the black mist.
Plane: Stage of Dark Magic.
This is a plane full of all kinds of strange props.
All kinds of seemingly weird and ordinary props are everywhere in this plane.
And in the center of the plane, a person wearing a strange and exaggerated dress is standing on the stage.
The gods believed by the Magician Order, a "god" magician with multiple strengths of four levels.
Or known as the "God of Black Magic".
He killed the previous "god" who occupied this plane, and took this plane as his stronghold.
"Oh? Run away?"
The moment the evil god Garga was resurrected, he turned his head and looked at a metal pot in the corner.
Right hand raised——
Snapped.
Accompanied by the snap of fingers, the metal jar turned half a circle.
intact?
The magician sneered, a black light flashed in his eyes, and a tiny hole appeared on the metal can.
"God of the Mist. You really did stay behind. It's a pity, a pity, you're still dead."
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he flipped his white-gloved right hand.
A blood-red card appeared in his hand:
"The plane you hide is really hard to find. If you didn't do some tricks, you wouldn't be able to find it, and you wouldn't be able to sell it for a good price."
"Exactly, if you want to use this thing, you have to ask for a sacrifice. Since you have already run away, there is no way to continue to use it. I will use you as a sacrifice."
Gently tossing the bloody card upwards, the magician intertwined his hands.
A pair of huge white gloves emerged out of thin air, grabbed the metal can, and then squeezed it hard.
When the pair of palms were opened, the metal jar inside had disappeared.
On the other hand, a metal pot appeared on the bottom of the magician's feet.
Lifting his foot, he lightly kicked the jar.
The can flew out, drawing a black arc on the stage, and after turning around, it stopped right in front of him, under the red card.
The falling red card landed precisely on the metal can, and stood on the tiny hole.
The next moment, he raised his hands, with a playful smile on his face:
"Open the door, close the door."
"Called who? Called me."
"Saw off my head, smashed my brain."
Under the chanting of incantations like children's scary nursery rhymes, the surging magic power condensed into a wooden saw, and a door emerged——
Then, the wood saw stretched into the door.
The next moment, a terrifying scream came from the metal jar.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"What a disgusting pigeon." The magician shrugged his shoulders, crossed his hands, and in an instant countless sharp knives emerged and pierced into the door.
chi chi chi-
With the sound of sharp blades piercing into flesh and blood, the screams came to an abrupt end.
A trace of blood dripped from the tiny hole in the metal can.
The blood touched the card that was blocked in front of the fine hole.
In an instant, a blood-colored sapling appeared on the blood-colored card, and then a branch stretched out, slowly extending in through the thin hole.
The sobbing screams sounded again.
The metal can shook violently.
And the magician stood in the distance, watching the metal pot shake, watching the saplings on the bright red card grow thicker and taller.
"As expected of the Duke of the Blood Tree." The magician watched the blood tree grow and exclaimed, "It's amazing to be able to deprive someone else's blood and give it to another person, but"
The admiration in his eyes turned cold instantly.
"Sorry, I can't trust you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his palms and raised his wrists, as if he was holding something up, and then crossed left and right.
A piece of pitch-black metal fragment suddenly appeared at the place where the blood tree grew, and pierced into the blood tree.
Dark power poured into the blood tree.
Starting from the place where it was stabbed, the blackness continued to spread.
As if aware of the abnormality of the blackness, a red light flashed on the blood tree, and then, the blackness that had spread rapidly began to recede backwards.
And the roots extending into the metal bottle trembled, drawing power at a faster speed.
The shaking of the metal bottle became smaller and smaller.
As the magician watched this scene, the smile on his face deepened:
"Duke Blood Tree, I didn't expect you to stay behind."
The moment his voice sounded, a red light flashed on the blood tree again, and then, a human face emerged on the blood tree, which was the face of the Duke of Blood Tree.
His narrowed eyes stared at the magician:
"How come, I have always been adhering to the integrity of transactions, this is just in case."
"Just in case?" The magician held the dagger and wiped it on the white glove of his left hand. "I checked it more than a dozen times, but I didn't find any loopholes, except"
"The backhand left by the God of the Mist." He stared at the face growing on the blood tree, and then turned his gaze to the metal pot, "It seems that you have fully grasped what the God of the Mist knows , However, I advise you, it is best not to appear often, and now the gods are searching your place everywhere."
"Search my location?" The Duke of Blood Tree showed a trace of indifference, "They wish I could become the strongest god in the world in the shell immediately, and then be wiped out by the void shell insects as the highest priority food reserve?"
(End of this chapter)