Twenty Sided Dice

The elf saint tore open the crack in the space and walked out of it. He looked at Amon kindly, and said softly, "I heard your call. Don't be afraid, child, the elves will live forever."

Everyone hurriedly saluted him, only Siegel had a serious expression and said to the elf saint: "Since you have already come, I think the saint of the **** of murder should not be a threat, right?"

"I won't fight him, because that means the battle of gods is fully open. The battle between a racial **** and a concept **** is not so simple, so we will only simply compare the level of divine power, and then the lower one. One side backs down."

"In other words, Chanem has left this stronghold?" Evan asked.

"Chanem? Did he give himself a name?" The elf sage blinked and smiled slightly: "This is an interesting thing, there is actually a sage who named himself. It seems that the godhead of the murderer does not Instability, that's one of his weaknesses. I'm not going to kill this Charnem, he has other uses."

Siegel waved his hand, interrupted the conversation between the two, and said, "The God of Murder also has a training ground and a nursing facility, which is connected to the teleportation array here. Can you tell me where the teleportation array is?"

"Wait." The elf saint closed his eyes, opened them after a few seconds, and said to Siegel, "I'll take you there, but you have to prepare yourself."

"What preparation?" Siegel just asked, and then he felt the pulling force of the teleportation magic.

This kind of power comes from the elf saint, and a safe and stable transmission channel is constructed. Siegel's eyes swept across the anomaly formed by the teleportation spell, and at a glance, he fully understood its structure and function. Has it gone up so much? Siegel immediately denied the idea. Or the knowledge and spell theory of the past. These cannot be improved overnight. What really changes is his ability to sense magic and elemental energy.

It was like a sharpshooter, although it did not improve the stability of archery, but suddenly had the vision of an eagle, and saw everything very clearly.

He only needs to raise his hand now, and he can easily counter the teleportation of the elf saint, but it is completely unnecessary. He took a deep breath. Let the teleportation take place in yourself.

The priests of the God of Murder are evacuating quickly, and their teleportation has been carried out in several batches, using up a lot of precious materials. The holy man of the **** of murder has sent his will, and the temple of the new continent has entered a hidden state. The Solidarity Society will also undergo a makeover and go to the Old World for development. They waited for Dorne as they transported the high-value treasures they had looted over the years. He is the theoretical core of Solidarity and knows best how to build and develop Solidarity faster.

But he never showed up.

A space crack appeared in the teleportation hall, and then a black-haired, black-eyed mage flew out with a staff. Siegel glanced at the room. The 20-meter-square hole is engraved with complex runes, completely unlike the style of the wizard's teleportation. He is also well-informed, but for a while he couldn't even see what magic circle was in front of him.

Therefore, he did not dare to destroy this magic circle, so he could not attack with violent elemental magic. Siegel had an idea, suddenly changed his appearance, turned into the appearance of Reese mage in full view, and then landed swaggeringly.

"Why don't you withdraw, what are you waiting for?" His voice was also vivid: "If it wasn't for the request of the saint, I wouldn't care about your life or death!"

The discrimination ability of ordinary priests is not enough to see through Siegel's Transfiguration, not to mention the magic fluctuations emanating from him that make the priests horrified. "Lord Reese. What does the saint have to explain?"

"Make sure this place doesn't fall into the hands of the elves, and give you **** a chance to make up for it." Reese snorted coldly: "If you can use teleportation, I can save some effort, so why don't you get out?"

"My lord, your appearance just now..." a priest said, "I'm not sure if your identity is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Siegel started. All the mage needs is to be close enough to the magic circle to use the force field wall to cover the ground and protect the runes below.

Seeing that the entire ground is covered by a transparent force field, and the teleportation has lost its effect, how could these priests not understand what happened? They wield weapons of fire and lightning. Or directly summon Thunder to attack. Siegel raised his defensive staff and cast a lesser spell invulnerability.

The temple of the God of Murder has always been small in scale, and the New World lacks the precipitation of time, so it is impossible to have a strong priest in charge. The power summoned by these divine power users in front of him poses little threat to Siegel. So he threw out a powerful rune of mad laughter hanging in the sky, and then ignored them.

The power of Knox's Maniac Laughter, or the magic circle of tranquility, is very strong. Priests who were already in a state of tension and fear were attacked one after another, losing their fighting spirit and looking around blankly. Don't know what to do. Siegel casually pointed: "Go and squat over there!"

The man controlled by the spell walked over obediently, squatted on the ground, and smiled happily.

Siegel began to lower his head and study the magic circle under his feet, trying to find the structural part he knew. For a time, the surrounding war seemed to have nothing to do with him, and all his attention was focused on the magic rune.

"You can't understand." A voice suddenly sounded, awakening Siegel. He looked up and found the holy man of the **** of murder standing before him.

"You didn't leave? Are you ready to fight the elf saint?" The light of the defensive spells on Siegel continued to light up, and the attacking spells were pinched at his fingertips and could be activated at any time.

"Do you want to find my stronghold? It's a pity you made a mistake." Chanem walked to the corner, waved his palm, and chopped off the heads of all the priests. Golden light energy floated out from their bodies, and he held it in his hands. "Now, no one here knows the location of the stronghold."

Siegel was so annoyed that he almost stabbed himself! I just focused all my attention on the teleportation array, but I forgot to ask those priests who were mind-controlled! This was a major blunder that could have ruined the entire mission!

But Siegel knew in his heart that he couldn't show too much excitement at this time. The God of Murder may not yet know the true purpose of this trip, and regards this as a joint response between humans and elves in response to the assassination some time ago. Janet's existence is still a secret, as long as she doesn't reveal herself.

"People who use assassins have always been unpopular. For our safety, your strongholds will be cleared one by one." Siegel said: "Don't underestimate my understanding, your magic circle is not indecipherable."

"Then you have to study it with your life." Chanem threw the golden light **** in his hand and let them fly into the passage. "I won't be here for a long time. I wish you a good time and a happy death."

Then, his figure gradually disappeared and left completely.

Painful howls came from the passage. Siegel felt sympathy for that heart-wrenching cry. However, it is obvious that only the enemy will come after a while, but if there is a battle, it may destroy the scene of the teleportation array. Siegel picked up the staff, left two super-large water elements for protection, and walked into the passage facing the strange sound.

A twisted human figure came towards him, and half of his body inflated like a balloon. Once overrun by mold, it becomes a twisted and tangled muscle structure. Half of his face seemed to melt into his shoulders, one eye was narrow, and the other protruded to the point of falling out. The protruding eye swirled like a lizard's eye, gazing at Siegel's face.

Judging from the only remaining clothes and features on his body, this should be Dorn, the leader of the Solidarity.

"Are you the one the saint wants me to kill?" Dorn's voice was accompanied by the sound of Chi Chi's leaking air. He raised his hand and wiped it around his neck. "Praise the great **** of murder. I am your faithful servant and instrument to exercise your great will!"

Siegel raised his hand to cast the spell, and his heart suddenly became alarmed. He foresees that in a few seconds he will lose his life directly under a burst of light. What spell did the other party use, it seems that they just raised the holy emblem and shouted a word?

Dorn raised the holy emblem, and Siegel immediately turned himself into a skeleton. No matter what means the opponent uses, it is an instant-death spell that acts on the body, and the undead state is immune to it.

"In the name of God," Dorn pointed the holy emblem at Siegel, and spit out a shocking word: "Death!"

The skeleton's soul fire shook, as if blinking. Siegel was unscathed. Still standing there.

One word can deprive the enemy of life, that is a spell skill that only ** masters can master. The spells of Power Word are still learning and imitating with reference to the behavior of gods, so priests who use magic can do the same thing more easily and conveniently. This is the first time Siegel has encountered such an ability. Fortunately, there is still a way to warn and deal with it in advance.

"A Lich? So you're a Lich?" "The undead are the servants of my god, and you will soon obey my orders!"

Siegel is not worried about being controlled by the priest's undead dispel or scolding ability. Although he looks exactly the same as the undead, there is no difference in resistance, but he does not rely on negative energy to move, and the plasma flowing in the bones is not afraid. The positive energy that the undead dispel.

He casually summoned a glowing mage sword. Let it fly over and tangle with Dorne. Siegel couldn't see how resistant Dorne, transformed by Chanem, was, and he wouldn't put the outcome over a single spell. From the current point of view, Dorn tends to cast spells to fight with him, so it is more reasonable to use the summoned melee combat to try his melee ability~www.readwn.com~ By the way, you can also observe the reality of the strange body structure.

Dorn actually gave up using the power of dispel, and instead summoned the death scythe formed by the force field to face the flying mage sword. It seems that he is indeed afraid of melee combat. Although the weapon of faith can fight automatically, the sword of the mage needs to be manipulated, but Siegel has the advantage in swordsmanship, and quickly bypasses the defense line and slashes on Dorne's arm.

The arm was cut off and fell to the ground with a snap. The wound was very smooth, but not a drop of blood, only black glue inside. Donne seemed to have no pain, but said with a relieved expression: "Well done, only one of each is enough, and too much is a burden!"

Arms on the ground turned to ooze and crawled up Dorn's trousers. His arm did not regenerate, but made the already swollen hand even bigger!

"I'm really fed up with the aesthetics of you murder gods." Siegel said: "Even if you are a bad person, you have some taste, right?!" His left hand was deep in the void, and when he came out again, there was a floating in his palm. Regular Tetrahedrons - Aggregates of elements that are already twice as large as they used to be. (To be continued.)

PS: Grand Summoning: Call for reinforcements!