Sword of Dawn

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On the northern front where the living forest and the dark root network are most intensely confronted, the entire battlefield has evolved into a form that is completely beyond the common sense of ordinary people and even beyond any historical records—a huge alienated life along with the fierce competition between the two warring parties The body is attacking and fighting in the depths of the ground, above is the thick rock and soil, and above that is the fierce battlefield between the mechanized army of the Mortal Empire and the biochemical army of the Dark Order, and between these two battlefields, there are floods. With the large number of biomass factories and pipeline systems established by the Cecil Empire, the tree priests of the Dark Order, and the creeping vine colonies, these war machines far beyond the past are fighting to the death like giant beasts, and the war pressure generated not only makes people The rapid growth of the Mortal Empire's army has also greatly promoted the perfection and evolution of the dark creatures cultivated by the Death of All Things Club.

The tough vines tore through the thick rock formations, and the seemingly soft mimic roots supported the rocks and soil. The liquid flowing in the vascular vessels of the plants gave off a faint radiance, illuminating the passage leading to the deep underground. Perrelet Mu's roots squirmed quickly between the slippery stones and vines, and this huge root network continuously transmitted the information collected from the surrounding environment directly to the depths of his consciousness, allowing him to Clearly understand the "battle situation" ahead.

The encirclement network is gradually taking shape, and the "immune barrier" of the root network has clearly gained the upper hand. Now his "claws" have successfully blocked some of the hostile roots spreading from the living forest in an underground cave, and cut off the surrounding area of ​​the target. There are a large number of biomass transmission pipelines, and in the deepest part of this gradually shrinking encirclement net, the large-scale thought pulse is already as obvious as a dark night light.

In this war between "plants" and "plants", it is rare for the root system network to have such an upper hand. One of the main reasons is that the terrible living forest has more power than the root system network. High operating efficiency and adaptability intelligence, and for a long time, Bertram and his subordinates have been trying to crack the secret, and after paying considerable efforts and sacrifices, they finally have progress.

They learned that the reason why Beltira, who was far away in the Holy Spirit Plain, was able to easily command the huge living forest at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, and even maintain its extremely high operating efficiency even when the forest was getting bigger and bigger. The key lies in an "auxiliary thinking organ". This kind of thinking organ expands and proliferates along with the forest, which is equivalent to Beltira's "auxiliary soul". In some areas, use its own powerful intelligence to operate and fight autonomously.

After learning about these things, one of Bertlam's biggest goals is to capture such an "auxiliary thinking organ" in order to find a way to completely defeat Bertila.

This is of course not easy—the significance of the auxiliary thinking organs to the living forest is obvious, and it is impossible for Beltira to let such important body tissues be exposed to danger. Normally, these thinking organs will be surrounded by huge root systems and The protection of the biological battle group, sometimes even hiding in the steel fortress of the Cecils, Bertram has tried several times, but all failed.

However, there are no absolutes in the world, and those "thinking organs" are not always in a foolproof state. Since the living forest needs to continue to spread into the depths of the wasteland, and its scale is also expanding every day, Beltira must continue to create new thinking organs And deploy them to the front line, and these organs and their "guards" cannot be grown and deployed in an instant - just like all biological units, they also need a little time to mature.

Normally, Beltira would calculate these maturity times very well and would not give others any chance, but she is just a mortal after all, as long as the battlefield is wide enough and the neural nodes that need to be processed at the same time are complicated enough, when the dark root network counterattacks When the pressure brought was great enough, there would always be times when she would show her mistakes. For so many days, Bertram had been waiting for this opportunity.

He believed that as long as he could successfully capture an "organ", with his attainments in Druid spells, he would be able to decipher the defects of these organs, even if he could not, as long as he handed over a thinking organ to the Grand Priest , can also be regarded as a great achievement.

The sound of dripping water suddenly came from a distance, and a trickle of water appeared in the originally damp underground passage at some point. Bertram quickly woke up from his reverie about the future, while maintaining the connection with the nearby root network. Lian said to his followers in the depths of his spirit: "Be vigilant, there is a natural underground space ahead - that crazy woman arrived earlier than us."

Not long after the words fell, the team he led passed through the cave passage forcibly propped up by the root network, and an underground river submerged in darkness appeared in the perception of the dark priests.

The sound of gurgling water reverberates in the ancient natural karst cave. The cold water seeps out from the crevices in the nearby stones, gathers into a trickle between the gullies, and flows deep into the wide underground space. The river water is full of abnormal The light blue glow looks extraordinarily beautiful, but it is so beautiful to a strange degree, and occasionally there are aimless strange creatures flashing past in the river, they look like fish or some kind of amphibians, but in the next moment , these creatures disappeared into the water out of thin air as if they had never appeared before, leaving no ripples behind.

Until the river flowed far away, these weird creatures suddenly appeared again, but their shapes changed more or less, as if they fell into another time and space while swimming, and happened in that time and space. A little-known "reorganization" in general.

Bertram, on the other hand, was not surprised by the strange phenomenon in the dark river. He just glanced at the water, then turned his eyes away muttering: "The power of the wasteland is everywhere."

He led the team to continue walking into the depths of the darkness, and after a short distance, some remains of biological tissues that had just died began to appear in front of him and the dark priests.

They are withered and dead vines and roots, and there are also some weirdly shaped biological remains with hideous fighting organs. The surrounding air is filled with a stench and sweet and greasy smell, which makes the dark priests feel a little dangerous Without waiting for Bertram to remind, everyone opened the magic barrier to filter the air in unison.

"We have entered the 'battlefield'," Bertram said in a low voice, "just ten minutes ago, our underground defense force fought a fierce battle with the invading force of the living forest here, look at these wreckages ...a lot of immature individuals."

The creeping sound of roots and low whispers echoed around, the dark priests and mutant servants searched for biological reactions that did not belong to their own units, and Bertram himself concentrated his energy, and in this vast underground cave The group perceives the ubiquitous and increasingly complex thought pulse signals.

But at this moment, a sense of trembling suddenly permeated from the depths of his perception. Accompanied by a substantive chill, Bertram felt a stabbing pain in his "mind", and a distant, low and full of coldness The malicious voice penetrated directly into his thoughts: "Bertram... It's been a long time, I'm surprised, you actually dare to appear in front of me again..."

"Beltera..." Bertram fought against the fear left deep in his soul due to the previous trauma, and with the concentration of willpower, this fear did gradually fade away, "I know you are bluffing ! I have caught your weakness here! Admit the reality, we are here to switch offense and defense - at this moment, I am the hunter and you are the prey!"

"It was just a fluke to surround a part of my organization... I thought I had grasped the lifeblood of victory..." The distant and cold voice stirred in Bertram's mind, still maintaining the feeling that made him extremely disgusted. , resentful contempt and arrogance, "Then let us wait and see, to see who is going to be the nourishment of the other party in this dark underground depth..."

The tingling sensation in the spiritual world suddenly disappeared, and the ensuing emptiness and trance briefly enveloped Bertram. He felt Bertila's will withdraw and leave, but this didn't make him relax at all.

Instead, he was facing an enemy.

"Attention, the enemy's counterattack is coming!"

The dark patriarch suddenly reminded his followers loudly, and almost at the moment when his voice fell, a series of low-pitched roars and dense clicks suddenly broke the silence of this underground space, and people from all directions Come on!

Out of the corner of his eye, Bertram saw countless huge vines coming out of nearby rock crevices, and a large number of combat creatures that were originally judged to be wrecks suddenly "lived", and in the depths of the cave further away At the same place, a large mass of black fighting fission organisms swarmed like a swarm of insects. The black chitin carapace and fighting claws shone like cold light in the blue light emitted by the dark river!

These are the "guards" lurking all over the cave before. They used pheromone or nerve interference to bypass the perception of the root network, and they have been lurking until just now!

Behind the dark priests, the aberrants who had followed all the way from the surface let out a series of frantic low growls and whispers, and without hesitation they faced the enemies that appeared in their perception. The chaotic and terrifying battle was going on underground. There was a sudden explosion in the space, but at the very center of this fierce battle, Bertram, who was the commander, couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

There are indeed traps here, and Bertila did set up an ambush, but these traps and ambush just proved his previous judgment——

But so.

Moreover, the activation of these ambushes also produced a large number of extremely obvious "command signals" at the same time, and these signals helped him finally confirm the specific location of the "command source"!

"Release all the servant units, they can all be used as consumables!" He suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time activated all the surrounding root systems, "I found the real location of that organ - fellow citizens, follow me !"

A series of thunder-like loud noises erupted violently from the depths of the thick soil and rocks. The dark root system network that had been operating step by step suddenly became manic, and began to attack the nearby living forest roots crazily regardless of losses. Those who followed the dark priests came The deformed servants here also entered a berserk state at the same time, and rushed to the "biological weapon cluster" that came out of the underground cave and belonged to the giant tree of Sorin in an exceptionally fierce manner, roaring, breaking, exploding and liquid splashing The voice instantly filled the entire underground space, but in such a terrible fierce battle, Bertram and his followers directly gave up the "soldiers" assigned to them by the head of Borken, quickly and quietly Drilled into the depths of another nearby cave.

Just like what Bertram said - all "servants" can be consumed, as long as he can grasp Bertila's weakness, all the things he consumes here will be exchanged for a great achievement!

They walked through the depths of the darkness, leaving the sound of fighting behind them. They bypassed or quickly broke through wave after wave of defenses, and kept approaching the deepest space of this natural cave. They walked like this for an unknown amount of time, Perrelet Mu suddenly felt a glow appear in front of his eyes.

The space in front of him suddenly opened up.

No one would have thought that such a place would exist in the dark and deep underground world: a lush green plant covers the entire cave, glowing vines hanging from the ceiling illuminate everything around, and a large number of dark brown aerial roots support the cave The ground surface and the dome, and the top is wrapped with flower vines and dotted with green leaves, forming a spectacle like an underground forest.

Here... is one of the "command nodes" set up by Beltira on the front line?

Bertram stared dumbfounded at everything in front of him.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't seen such a scene.

However, in the next second, these "touches" turned into greater hatred and anger, and guided him to notice the central point of all thought pulse signals in the cave:

A large-scale flower vines grow in the deepest part of this "garden", and on the flower vines, a brain-shaped... no, that is a brain, a brain is lying quietly defenseless Among the flower vines.

It is alive, and some flowing gleams continuously emerge from its surface, and it undulates slightly like a heart.

It looked eerily weird and... completely defenseless.

It wasn't until here that Bertram really laughed—even though it was difficult for him to show a real smile on his ugly face, he knew that he was in a very happy mood now.

A thinking organ—as expected, Bertila's aesthetics and creativity were like this—it just lay quietly in front of him.

No matter how powerful this thing is and how many powerful guards it has, it is only a thinking organ after all... After breaking through the nearby defense system, its body is so fragile and unbearable.

"Do you also feel fear...you sticky meatball..."

Bertram said in a low voice, in his perception, the biometric signatures of those aberrations he left behind and the root network forced into a manic state were rapidly dissipating-but this did not affect his happy mood in the slightest .

"Cut off the connection between it and the surrounding biological tissue, and 'remove' it completely."

Bertram said casually.

One of his most trusted dark priests immediately stepped out, walking towards the seemingly fragile and defenseless brain.

One step, two steps, three steps... Bang! !

Bertram watched helplessly as that subordinate with impressive strength was severely injured by something in an instant, and a heavy blow exploded, smashing the wooden body of that subordinate into countless scattered fragments in the air.

In the next second, he saw the brain floating out from its "base". There were more than a dozen thick and thick tentacles extending from the bottom of the brain. The ends of those tentacles wielded heavy mechanical war hammers, shining with lightning The huge stick, the ready-to-go burner, and the magic main gun that should have been installed on a heavy tank!

Bertram: "?"

Chapter 1345 Life is Always Ups and Downs

The moment he saw the brain, Bertram realized that the development of the matter might have exceeded his expectations, but what happened next could no longer allow him to think much—accompanied by a dizzying mental shock , All the dark priests at the scene felt a brief confusion in their perception, and in the next second, the "brain" that was fully armed and muscular began to attack the surroundings violently.

The magic cannon let out a sharp whistling, the swords and spears filled with electric light and heat waves shot out arcs and flames, and the heavy mechanical warhammer roared and smashed down in the air, wherever it went, whether it was a wooden limb or a cave The pillars of the rock turned into fragments and scattered, and the dark priests hurriedly tried to organize a counterattack. However, every time they tried to mobilize more powerful magic power, they would feel a tingling pain in their spirits, and the strong thought pulse was interrupted again and again. Their spellcasting was such that even Bertram himself could barely support the barrier for protection and summon the most basic vines to interfere with the attack of the "brain".

And compared to the uninterrupted mental interference, the great astonishment shook Pertram's cognition even more at this moment. He watched his followers fight on the muscular body that was wielding a lot of heavy weapons. He retreated steadily under the berserk brain attack, and felt that he was experiencing a strange nightmare for a moment, and a strong thought echoed in his mind-what the hell is this thing? !

"Boom!!"

A loud noise came from nearby, and the ensuing air wave caused Pertram to stagger back to the side. His mutated vegetable body with few human forms felt severe pain in the air wave. Knowing that he was affected by the shells - the shock wave produced by this magical weapon had already penetrated the shield and damaged the biological tissue under his wooden skin. He commanded his followers loudly: "This is a trap! Withdraw to the passage!"

Yes, it was a trap, he knew from the very beginning that there was a trap here, but he never thought that the really dangerous part of the trap wasn't the ambushes outside at all—it was his target itself.He brought enough cannon fodder, bulldozed all the hostile units in this underground lair with enough caution, and finally even sacrificed the part of the root system group assigned to him by the Grand Master in the cave to completely Blocked this "final chamber", but I didn't expect that the strongest fighting force here... turned out to be a brain...

He did succeed in sealing it off - sealing himself and his followers together with the terrifying monster in front of him.

The whistling sound came from the side, and a huge sense of crisis arose spontaneously. Pertram subconsciously propped up his shield, and the next second he saw the brain waving a huge stalagmite that broke off from nowhere with its tentacles towards him. The shield and the stone pillar collided fiercely, and the surge of magic power caused the dry branches and leaves of Pertram to break apart. What came with this violent impact was also the energy released by the brain. A powerful mental impact.

During this mental shock, he finally heard Beltira's voice again—this voice was superimposed with several other voices, as if extending from the Holy Spirit Plain to this place through a series of thought transfer organs, and finally passing through his eyes His rough and strong brain released: "Bertram, I hope you are still satisfied with my hospitality."

"Beltera!!" Bertlam's eyes were tearing apart. He watched one of his followers be knocked unconscious by the boulder thrown by his brain, and then dragged into the darkness by the vines that grew suddenly from the nearby cave. In the depths, a great sense of frustration and some kind of inexplicable fear made him curse, "You freak, you bastard! What have you made?!"

"It's really humorous to say that from your mouth, my compatriot," Bertera said unhurriedly, and at the same time, the brain raised its muscular tentacles high and swung a heavy hammer Knocking on Bertram's crumbling shield, "Don't always attribute your failures to the fact that the enemy is too strong, you have to admit that you are a waste-you have come here, but you still have to be pressed to death by me. "

As soon as the sarcasm deep in his spirit fell, a muffled sound interrupted all Bertram's thoughts. The shield he had supported so far was finally smashed into light particles that dissipated all over the sky by the heavy war hammer. There were several sounds of breaking through the air, and several thick tentacles directly entangled his wooden "arm" and several main branches. At this moment, he felt as if he was imprisoned by several arms made of steel. He was forcibly pulled into the air, and the roots that were desperately grabbing the ground were also mercilessly pulled off—in the end, he confronted that huge "brain" at a very close distance, and at this distance he could completely see Clear the slightly undulating biological tissue and the ravines and protrusions on the east and west surfaces.

He suddenly suspected that each of those bumps distributed on the surface of the "brain" was actually a solid muscle.

"I don't admit it... I don't admit this kind of failure..." The temporarily imprisoned dark patriarch struggled with all his strength while trying in vain to mobilize his magic power, and at the same time struggled in the depths of his spirit against the force transmitted from the brain in front of him. Erosion of will, "What are you..."

"You fight with your brains, Bertram," Bertera's voice interrupted him contemptuously. "You're only defeated by my brains."

All the previous attacks and insults had caused far less damage than this sentence——Bertram felt his rationality stretched to the extreme in an instant. He stared at the "brain" in front of him, which was almost like a mountain of muscles, Looking at the pile of lethal weapons held by the tentacles below it and the large area around it destroyed by its violent attack, great grief and indignation welled up in my heart: "You call this using your brain?!"

"Otherwise?" The brain floating in the air tightened its tentacles, Bertram felt that his branches were gradually being peeled off, and Bertila's contemptuous voice sounded in his mind slowly, " I have a very powerful brain—for today, these synthetic brains operating on the front line even do five sets of strength training and four hours of fighting simulations every day..."

Bertram suddenly fell silent, and after a few seconds, he said as if giving up resistance: "... that's enough, you can kill me."

"Don't be so anxious, your death is of little value, the 'information' stored in your mind is more meaningful to me, I will patiently peel off your thinking center, and then digest and absorb the memories stored in it little by little— —Your followers are already going through this process, but I believe you must know many more secrets than them..."

Bertram did not respond to the voice in his head, as if he had really given up resistance completely, and the followers he brought were almost all defeated by that brain at this moment, and were grown out of the nearby cave The vines dragged into the dark depths, only the last dark priest was still standing staggeringly on the edge of the cave, maybe its value was too insignificant, or it could be that Bertila was focusing all his energy on stripping Bertram's " On the "core", the only remaining dark priest was not attacked at this moment. He moved his roots carefully in panic, moving a little bit towards the exit of the cave, and he had fled to the edge of the exit at this moment.

Bertram's gaze shifted to the dark priest, and at the same time, he silently sensed every wave of magic power released by the brain that was imprisoning him. At a certain moment, he finally seized the opportunity.

"Sandok!" Bertram shouted suddenly, calling the name of the dark priest, his voice broke the calm in the cave, and made the dark priest stop suddenly—the latter Instinctively felt the danger at the first moment, but still subconsciously turned around because of years of obedience, a pair of dark yellow eyes met Bertram's face that had begun to be gradually torn and dissolved. The latter's eyes were filled with magical brilliance.

"No, Dean, please..."

The dark priest's tragic shouts came to an abrupt end, and the "imprint" buried deep in his soul was activated in advance. He felt that his consciousness was instantly transferred to a body that was about to be torn apart and unable to move, and the vision in front of him also suddenly Filled with a "brain" floating in the air, and before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, he only saw his "own" body start to run towards the exit of the cave.

In the next second, the entire underground space was filled with Bertila's cold and angry killing intent.

That murderous intent surged from behind, as cold as if it wanted to completely freeze the surrounding air. Pertram ran wildly in the dark underground cave, constantly looking at the things that could be sensed nearby and still retained the ability to move. The deformed body and the dark root system of the monster gave orders to intercept the pursuit at all costs, until the great fear gradually subsided from his heart, until he began to feel that "life" appeared in his destiny again.

He knew that he escaped from birth.

The power of that brain is limited to the "cave" covered by the sea of ​​flowers. The distortion and spreading roots he brought from the wasteland before have indeed disintegrated the "enemy" outside the cave. After the brain, he was finally "safe" again.

"Sandok... I will remember you, thank you for your 'devotion'..." Bertram muttered in a low voice, while running towards a crack leading to the surface in his perception, he said, "These gadgets of the Eternal Sleeper are still useful...Damn, this body is still too weak, I have to find a way to restore my strength..."

He muttered, on the one hand, he was indeed planning for the future, but on the other hand, he was using this method to relieve the fear and tension in his heart.

At the last moment just now, he used the high-level secret technique he had learned secretly when the Death of All Things Society and the Order of the Eternal Sleepers still had a "cooperative relationship", and exchanged souls with one of his subordinates—as a cautious and A man who cherishes his life, he buried the corresponding "soul-stealing mark" in the soul of each of his followers long ago, but he never thought that this arrangement would come in handy in today's situation.

Anyway, now that he survived, he had to start thinking about the problems he would face after he survived.

For example... another shameful, embarrassing, and infuriating failure, and in this failure, he not only lost all the hands the Grand Master sent him, but also lost a large branch in the root network, lost Killed all his followers, and even... lost his body.

What is more terrifying than these losses is that some of his followers were captured alive by the enemy...

He still clearly remembered Bertila's words, he knew that those dark priests who were captured alive would soon become sources of information for mortals—and this would become his most terrible crime so far.

"I have to think of a way... The Grand Priest will not accept this kind of result... Attributing the failure to a certain subordinate? No, it's too clumsy... First find a way to fabricate a 'result' that can be offset? No , might be seen through...Damn it, that damned crazy woman, if it wasn't for her..."

Bertram said viciously, a gleam of light had appeared at the end of his field of vision, he looked down at his "both arms" through the light, and saw strange bark and lines, which made him There is a new idea: "Wait, I don't have to face the anger of the Grand Master directly... The fault was committed by Bertram, and I can be Sandoko... A loyal obedience, fighting to the death, in the end An ordinary priest who was dragged down by an incompetent superior, yes, that's right... I escaped desperately and brought out important information. Bertram failed, but an ordinary priest who survived a fierce battle does not have to bear the wrath of the Grand Priest ..."

A false sense of security came to mind, and Bertram felt as if he had escaped the punishment that had yet to come, and began to conceive on this basis how to recover his strength as soon as possible, and climb back to the position of "Headmaster" as soon as possible Come on, as for "revenge"... He has completely dismissed this unrealistic idea now.

That crazy "ancient saint"... She is not something she can deal with by herself, so let the other dark patriarchs figure out a way. He should stay away from the entire northern battlefield. If possible, it is best to transfer To the Southern Front...

At this moment, the light from the front interrupted the cranky thoughts of the dark priest.

The underground passage finally came to an end, and he... returned to the surface.

The not-so-bright sunlight was pouring down from the sky, and the flowing air from the surface world was blowing the branches and leaves of Pertram's new body. He was stunned for a moment, a kind of belated joy welling up in his heart.

"Ah... I am lucky after all..."

He sighed softly, and walked out of a cave connecting the surface and the ground. The cold wind was blowing on his bark, and he greedily felt the cold air around him, as well as the feeling of freedom and security.

After a while, he slowly calmed down and began to look at the surrounding environment - after fleeing in a panic, he urgently needed to know where he was.

Then, to his surprise, he saw a small hill standing against the background of the twilight sky, and on the top of the hill stood another strange mansion.

A tall woman pushed open the gate of the mansion and walked out, quietly watching Bertram standing on the flat ground with some curiosity, after a while, she smiled, and something like a rune circle The luminous structure flashed and disappeared around her, as if some kind of restraint had been lifted, and her figure suddenly appeared blurred, mysterious, and majestic.

She smiled and opened her arms.

At this moment, Bertram saw endless stars, endless colors, endless light, and endless truths and mysteries.

His eyes began to fill with fear and madness.

Fear and madness filled every eye that kept opening on every branch of his body.

Chapter 1346 Capture

In front of the endless stars and colors, Bertram felt that his consciousness was gradually disintegrating, and some "things" that should not belong to him were rapidly pouring into his soul, and were rapidly eroding and replacing— —For a moment, he still remembered his name, but in the next moment, all his cognition about himself was submerged in the depths of the vast sea of ​​information, and after that, it took another moment before he realized that he The body that has just been occupied for a short time has begun to lose control.

He bred new organs, and the body surface that had been lignified many years ago had traces of flesh and blood again. He opened one pair after another, and there seemed to be an independent consciousness behind each pair of eyes—countless. Qing's voice was clamoring in his mind, and finally turned into a grand but chaotic whistling sound, and in this whistling sound, he saw a huge figure like a lighthouse descending.

The figure stood in front of the hill, leaning over towards this side, she stretched out her hand to grab the ground, like a giant picking up stones on the roadside, Bertram's last thought was to run away, but his body actively threw himself into the bird that enveloped The palm in the purple mist, and then... He could no longer support his spirit, and temporarily lost consciousness like embracing a gift.

Mirmina reached out and grabbed the tree-like and human-like creature, lowered her head and observed its body curiously. The strange shape of this thing made her very interested, but she knew that she couldn't take this creature. The creature stayed in its own laboratory—according to the information transmitted in the neural network, this should be the dark priest who escaped from Beltira's "predation"—as an important source of information, which is the property of the empire .

So the Master of Ten Thousand Laws could only sigh regretfully, her tower-like body stood upright in a swirling cloud of mist, and at this moment began to shrink and fade rapidly, and then there was a large-scale array of runes behind her Opened, in a series of complex transformations, the runes were reconnected into chains and rings, repressing and sealing back those forces that could drive mortals crazy, and after just a dozen seconds, the huge body standing in the vortex of clouds and mist disappeared There was only Mirmina.zip, who was only two meters tall, standing at the gate of the mansion, and under her feet was Bertram, who had changed beyond recognition.

The former dark patriarch is now like a column made up of vines, pieces of wood, and soft rotten flesh. A hideous and terrifying face is inlaid on the top of it, and the middle part is his first. Two faces—and a third and a fourth.

"...Didn't it just take a look, as for this..." Mirmina murmured resentfully, then sketched a few runes in the air, and connected to the magic net terminal installed in the mansion , "Hello? Hello... Yes, this is the frontline researcher Mina, I caught the escaped dark priest just now... That's right, he ran away from Beltira, and told her not to chase. Huh? The anti-god barrier fluctuation here just now? It was during the arrest... Yes, I checked the surroundings in advance, and there was no leakage. I know I know, I will write a report later, I have determined the process before, I understand... ..."

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