Lord of the Witches

The audience gathered at the foot of the mountain, each of them is a powerful transcendent in the real world, but at this moment they can only open their eyes wide, watching the shadow of the ax that suddenly appeared and disappeared, killing two people in an instant. The shadow of a legendary level existence.

The source, in front of the smooth, huge black stone, was a pale-skinned middle-aged man wearing an old-age tuxedo and a bow tie. He ignored all the superhumans in the field, nodded at Ludwig first, and then looked at The three Undead Heroes showed gentle smiles.

Then, his figure began to slowly disappear.

In the void on the Black Mountain, it seems that his motto still echoes:

Justice, never absent?

Is that the grown-up?

Not far from Tang Qi's side, the female superhuman who gave birth to the Evil Infant due to pollution, didn't even have time to swallow the secret medicine for healing, watched the shadow dissipate in disbelief, and murmured.

The rest of the Eagle's Nest members, including the two senior deacons, nodded their heads in affirmation.

At this moment, a name appeared in the minds of all the extraordinary people.

Holy Axe!

Justice Lincoln!

Among the Twelve Saints, the most powerful candidates are Saint Confessor Martin Sims. But when it comes to fame and prestige among the people, the strong contenders are the last few people to join the ranks of saints, and the most recognized among them is the Holy Axe Justice Lincoln.

Although his death was full of suspense, his funeral was witnessed by people all over the Federation.

Now, resurrected from the dead?

To be precise, it is a power of projection left by that Lord in advance. Everyone knows that he is a very good friend with Lord Sims the Holy Confessor. If Lord Sims arranged all of this, maybe we I will not only see His Excellency the Holy Axe, but also others...

saint!

Just as the senior deacon wearing the monkey mask finished speaking, the deacon with the crow mask beside him spoke.

At the same moment, other audience members reacted in the same way.

Obviously, they all realized that the Holy Confessor might have expected all these things before him, so that saint also arranged for a follow-up to clear the way for his disciple Ludwig.

On the mysterious side, as long as transcendents with a little knowledge of common sense know that Martin Sims' popularity is extremely terrifying.

Almost half of the Twelve Saints are his friends, and a few of them, even though they have no friendship with Sims, still respect the confessor who pursues the way of doing it by himself.

The saints are all at least 'half-god-level' existences, and seeing them make a move, even if it's just a projection, is enough to make people excited.

Of course, most of the order camp think so, but the chaos and evil camps are looking ugly at this time.

And at this moment, when the audience was stunned and the legends stopped at the same time, the second rotten head appeared again. He got out from Ludwig's shoulder, rolled his flesh, and moved behind the ascetic monk. Facing the legends.

He let out a piercing sneer, and an exasperating sarcasm.

I've reminded you a long time ago that stupid Luther is Sims' chosen heir. Not only can you dogs not hurt him, but you also can't get past him to snatch the thorn suit.

Aren't you angry? The crown of thorns and the coat of thorns are real, powerful wonders that contain divinity. Even an ordinary person can become a 'saint' level powerhouse if they wear them. Even my old man was moved.

The divine costume is right in front of you. You can only look at it but not take it. The only guy who can take it is crawling like a snail. The more you look at it, the more angry you are.

This chattering talkative sarcasm finally seemed to have some effect.

Tang Qi could feel it even from a long distance away, and there were some fluctuations in the auras of the legends.

Of these, the most dramatic came from three organizations.

Ancient Mystery Vault!

Mumm Sanatorium!

Bright Church!

The former two were due to the projection of the holy axe, who directly hacked to death one of their legends.

That's all for Mamm's Sanatorium. This is a real evil organization that gathers lunatics and psychopaths.

On the other hand, the Ancient Mystery Library, which has always been advertised as an orderly neutral camp, is now recognized as a Holy One who hacked to death a legendary agent. After the death of Crystal, it was the turn of a legendary agent wearing a bone mask. With extremely cold and strong killing intent.

As for the last Church of Light, it is easier to understand, even in a church where relics are everywhere, the thorn suit is an absolute top-notch wonder.

It was supposed to be one of the treasures of the church, but now it is about to fall into the hands of an unknown person.

For a moment, the entire black mountain fell into a strange atmosphere.

In the area at the foot of the mountain, the audience watched with bated breath, while the legends stopped in tacit agreement, their gazes crossed Ludwig again, and stared at the huge, towering Black Stone Steps ahead.

Thoughts are very consistent.

Who will be the next Holy One?

The only one who didn't care was Ludwig.

He is still like a mummy, staggering, exuding a pious and ascetic atmosphere. He climbed the black stone steps step by step with difficulty, and walked firmly to the top of the mountain, where the thorn suit was placed. The seat went.

In the eyes of everyone, they seemed to be able to see that a flame of life was burning under the Pula force field that suppressed everything.

Which organization will be the next one to do it?

In the bottom of Tang Qi's heart, this thought was extremely firm.

He stared at the legendary figure shrouded in clusters of oil paint and gloom, and they followed closely behind Ludwig.

With the reputation of the Twelve Saints, it is not difficult to scare away ordinary extraordinary people or mysterious forces, but at this moment, it is the organizations such as the Rotten Head, the Council of Eternal Life, and the Mysterious Freak Show. Even the real saints Resurrection, they dare to make a move, let alone just projection?

When thoughts flickered, Tang Qi blinked.

Above, Ludwig, who was climbing, slipped his hands, and the whole person fell straight from the height to the bottom of the steps.

At this moment, around him, the blue starlight formed a small universe, wrapped around Ludwig, and kept falling, but there was no end at all. The extremely pleasant sound of wind chimes and fluttering feathers directly sounded in the depths of the soul. The whispering at the same time swept across this huge black mountain.

The audience lowered their heads one after another, and entered a deep, extremely peaceful sleep.

It is being eroded by the Oneiroi...

When the fragments of information in Tang Qi's mind exploded, he had already awakened ahead of time.

Almost at the same moment, the legends also woke up one after another.

The time lasts... half a second?

No, even shorter.

If there is no intervention, this time is enough for a legendary Dream Maker to take Ludwig away.

Walking out of the storm, he wore a floor-length blue robe, an old man with a kind and gentle face, and thin white hair. He wore a special hat covered with bright and colorful feathers, as if in this world. The feathers of all creatures appeared on it.

Wherever he passed, the ground was covered with stars, and the wind chimes rang.

When a soft breeze blew past, the old man and Ludwig turned into blue starlight, shining at the same time, about to leave the Pula force field and enter the dream palace that appeared outside the mountain.

But at this moment, on the huge step that made Ludwig fall, another phantom appeared in the mirror-like black stone.

It's a lady!

She is wearing a snow-white long dress and a crown that seems to be condensed by ice and snow. Her long hair hangs down to her ankles. She has the facial features of an elf. She is shining, holy and natural, letting all evil Shameful light.

In the field, no one can look at her.

When her phantom slowly walked out, everything on this black mountain was frozen.

She looked at the Oneiroi Palace, and the ancient language with mysterious power spit out from her mouth. In an instant, everyone's hearts felt a soft and peaceful light shining down.

The power of dreams should not fall into the hands of evil.

Accompanied by the elf language, the light that illuminates everything explodes completely.

No howling, no screaming.

In the frozen world, another breeze blew over, and there was the sound of running water, birdsong, trees whispering, and elves singing... When everything returned to normal, everyone could no longer see the place wrapped in colorful grids. dream palace.

The kind legendary dream maker, he is curled up in the void like a baby at the moment, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he is dreaming a beautiful dream, accompanied by a slight snore, the old man's body turns white Spots of light, dissipated in the breeze.

Not far away, on the cold black stone, Ludwig slowly woke up.

He who was originally like a mummy was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment. His flesh became plump and rosy, his movements became light, and the dead stillness and withering were replaced by a lively breath of life.

The only thing that hasn't changed is his state of immersion.

After subconsciously stretching, he continued to climb the huge steps.

On his shoulder, a bright red sarcoma swelled silently.

With a puff, the second rotten head emerged from it again.

He seemed to smell an extremely nasty smell, squinted his rotten eyeballs, and muttered in a voice that everyone could hear:

I knew that the gossip from those guys in the Council of Eternal Life was correct. Fritta, a heavy-mouthed little bitch... really had an affair with an old man, Sims. No wonder she didn't like the most handsome William Seed. , It's really disgusting and sour.

As soon as this filthy language containing extremely rich information was uttered, the same memory and information in everyone's minds began to churn.

The figure that was so holy that no one could look at it gradually overlapped with a saint in historical legends.

In the Dark Era, the saint who saved countless civilians and signed a peace contract with humans on behalf of the elves.

One of the Twelve Saints, the great and holy elf princess 'Frita'.