The edge of this door is engraved with smooth and simple patterns. The grain of the oak wood is clearly visible when you look closely. The door panel is painted with a light layer of dark gold paint. At first glance, it seems that it is the most common among noble families.

of a door.

The two doorknobs are made of metal copper and have an ordinary appearance, but the color matches the door very well.

The black cat Chengke observed it carefully, and gently grasped the pattern on the door panel with his claws. He slightly adjusted his strength, and the sharp claws gradually grew longer. Perhaps this oak door has become older, and the wood has become softer and sharper.

The ground claws pierced into the oak wood little by little, and finally hit the harder metal embedded in the inner door.

The black cat Chengke used his paws to test the edge of the door. Sure enough, it was blocked by hard metal. It was not feasible to dig holes into the door like a mouse.

- Maybe walls will do.

The black cat Cheng Ke slowly retracted his sharp claws and moved towards a moldy and gray place on the wall that had a long history and was ready to strike.

Suddenly, the black cat Chengke was stunned by a feeling of heart palpitations, as if he would die in the next second.

At this moment, as if time stood still, the black cat Chengke stopped all actions that might cause misunderstanding.

An inquiring gaze was looking over from the corridor.

Gradually gathering courage, the black cat Chengke pretended to be casual and turned to look in the direction of the stairs in the corridor.

A figure in a black cloak stood quietly and eerily on the edge of the corridor. The face under the hood was wrapped in circles of white cloth. The candlelight clearly reflected the outline and dark shadows of a human face, just like in ancient Egypt.

It looks like a mummy, with a pair of strange black pupils revealed through the gaps in the curly cloth strips.

Ten red-glow candles were obviously not enough to illuminate the entire corridor, but the black cat Cheng Ke had the ability of night vision, and he could even clearly see the long and complicated runes on the circles of cloth.

In the empty corridor, apart from the vacant armored knight and ten candles burning with traces of black smoke, the only ones left were the black cat Cheng Ke and this strange and sudden appearance of the cloaked man.

"I thought everyone here was dead, but it turns out there is a cat."

The man in the cloak was talking to himself as he walked over. His pronunciation was strict and mixed with the steady and old charm unique to the elderly.

The black cat Cheng Ke, who escaped from the dangerous jungle, has absolute trust in his intuition. His intuition tells him that as long as there is any abnormal behavior, the cloaked man will definitely be able to subdue him as soon as possible, and he may be captured in the future.

Like a white mouse, he was dissected and studied. The black cat Cheng Ke slowly narrowed his claws and gradually lowered his body.

Finally, with the hem of the black cloak rippling in front of his eyes, the black cat Cheng Ke meekly let the cloaked man pick him up.

The cold palms of the cloaked man slowly stroked the black cat Chengke's head and ears, as well as the furry body, even the claws and tail. The black cat Chengke lowered his head, narrowed his eyelids, and showed signs of expression from time to time.

The expression of enjoying being touched is very docile and cute.

"Hmm - that's really serious. Is your master the Viscount of Dortmund?" the man in the cloak said softly. The black cat Cheng Ke didn't react at all. He just let the man in the cloak caress him gently, and he could feel the old man's hand from the touch of fur.

Unique roughness and calluses.

The cloaked man held the black cat Cheng Ke, walked out of the corridor, and headed for the stairs to the third floor.

At this time, Viscount Dortmund was directing the positions of low-level vampires and blood slaves and setting various traps in the corridor.

The old housekeeper stood aside with a worried look on his face and couldn't help but said: "Master, there are two sixth-level swordsmen and a sixth-level mage locked up inside. If we let them out like this, it will be an egg against a rock."

Naturally, the Viscount of Dortmund would not express his inner decision to sacrifice others in public, and he did not need to do so. The Viscount of Dortmund stared at the old butler with a stern look for a while, until the latter lowered his head in horror, and then turned his head.

Come and continue to order the low-level vampires to move a few armored knights to both sides of the boulder wall.

Suddenly, there seemed to be footsteps behind me.

"Viscount Dortmund, your Excellency is well."

As a soft voice came from behind, the Viscount of Dortmund and his party froze. Then they felt the eyes watching behind them, and the sound of footsteps sounded more clearly in their ears. Everyone turned around to look at them unconsciously.

A man in a black cloak was walking slowly, coming face to face.

The man in the cloak took small steps, and the soft cloth formed a light red halo under the candlelight. Under the reflection of many candlelights, circles of white cloth strips with complicated mantras were wrapped around his face, leaving only the

Facial features. Under the hood, a pair of strange black pupils were deeply hidden, reflecting only a trace of candlelight red light.

However, the Viscount of Dortmund couldn't stop trembling. He was a vampire mage, so he naturally knew what this halo represented.

He is a mage among vampires, so he can naturally sense things that only a mage can see.

"Seven Rings of Dark Elements...Mage..."

Viscount Dortmund's lips couldn't help but tremble.

The man in black cloak stopped nearly ten meters away, scanned the group of vampires with his eyes, and then said: "Viscount Dortmund, as a down-and-out Viscount, you actually violated the laws of the Noda Empire and colluded with Mondo Murderer.

The beast killed the sword and shield guardians of my sacrificial church, and committed the dirty deed of killing people and selling goods. Now, you have only one choice, order all your people to put down their weapons, and then hand over all the goods of the great businessman Roger. Maybe you can

Suffer less pain before you die."

Even though he was a high-level seven-ring mage, the Viscount of Dortmund was a person who had been tempered by the years after all. He quickly calmed down and nodded and saluted the mysterious man who worshiped the church. He behaved respectfully and politely but answered an unexpected question: "Excuse me, Your Excellency.

Who is it from the sacrificial church?"

The corner of the man in black cloak's mouth traced a slight arc, as if he was brewing something. After a long time, he said: "Flo Dean."

As if it was an illusion, the black cat Viscount, who was hugging the man in the black cloak, felt that all the candles burning in the corridor were suddenly extinguished. The flames suddenly dimmed, and the entire corridor was dark for a short time.

, and suddenly recovered, as if it was just a small breeze blowing the candlelight.

"Fourth Red Bishop Flo Dean... Your Excellency——"

Viscount Dortmund cried out.

At this moment, there was a loud bang behind him, the sound of heavy objects and metal falling to the ground.

The Viscount of Dortmund looked back and saw that all low-level vampires, blood slaves and even armored knights fell to the ground. Even the butler beside him fell to the ground silently. All humanoid creatures were bleeding from seven holes, and their bodies were twitching slightly.

In the armored knight's scattered armor, the bodies of red-haired bats were scattered on the ground, and large areas of dark red blood flowed from the armor.

"Dark element spiritual shock magic!"

Viscount Dortmund's heart twitched.

The Viscount of Dortmund stared blankly at the corpses on the ground behind him, and finally his eyes rested on the old and shocked face on the head of the old butler. In just this short moment, it seemed as if several years had passed in his heart, with mixed feelings.

He clearly knew the reason why the fourth red-robed Bishop Flo left his life, and also knew the fourth red-robed Bishop Flo's purpose of coming to Mundo Swamp.

——Evolution gem

Apart from this reason, is there any other reason for the big man to come here in person?

Thinking of this, Viscount Dortmund's face changed from struggling to decadent, and he said: "I have also captured some people from your sacrificial church. As long as I don't die, I am willing to hand them over unharmed."

Lord Flo, the fourth red-robed bishop of the Priestly Church, mocked and sneered: "Viscount Dortmund, everyone around you is dead, hasn't this scene made you understand your current situation? -!, I only want the big businessman Roger.

goods.”

After hearing this, the Viscount of Dortmund finally made up his mind. He took out a set of magic prisms from his arms, placed the mirror against his eyes, and quickly tied the straps tightly with his hands.

As Viscount Dortmund pressed the activation button of the magic prism on the right, a ray of light shone along the thin magic inscriptions. Almost visible to the naked eye, Viscount Dortmund finally saw clearly the dark element magic of Lord Flo, the fourth red-robed bishop.

The absolute realm and the mummy-like magic elf sitting on Lord Flo's shoulders.

The Viscount of Dortmund knew that relying on the magic prism might have the slightest chance of escaping from the hands of the fourth red-robed bishop, Mr. Flo.

Because in terms of magic power, there is a fundamental difference between the application of magic between seventh-ring mages and six-ring mages.

Any magician who has received an education in orthodox magic courses will know that seven-ring and seven-ring wizards will form their own absolute magic field, and give their own magical talents to their consciousness to build an elemental magic elf; finally, what is more worth mentioning

Yes, the Seventh Ring and the Seventh Ring Mage themselves will have the ability to fly and escape from the sea.

Only under certain conditions can a sixth-ring mage cast magic with strict time limits to form an absolute realm of magic. But with a magic elf, you don't even have to think about it when your own magic power has not yet reached the standard of a seventh-ring mage.

In the field of magic induction, taking the Seventh Ring Mage as an example, the radius of the induction range extends to about three thousand meters. As long as you meditate for a long time to mobilize your mental induction, you can sense every movement of living creatures within a radius of three thousand meters.

and the general shape of each dead object.

But within ten meters, it is the absolute realm of the magic of the seventh-ring mage, which is equivalent to the safe distance between ordinary people.

Layers of magic elements are stacked together to form a magic shield that expands like a cotton ball. However, when attacked, magic elements will form resistance. High-level magic, magic tools with magic-breaking effects or space-based magic devices can even be extremely powerful.

Only high-speed and hard objects can break this absolute field protection.

In such an absolute realm, at a certain period, these creative genius magicians finally simulated the wings of birds, possessing the ability to fly in the sky. The duration of flying depends on one's magic power. As for escaping the sea, it is completely

Relying on the absolute domain of the high-level mage, it isolates the water and the pressure in the water, floating and sinking in the water like huge bubbles.

Elemental magic elves, on the other hand, are mages of the seventh level and above who follow their spell-casting habits and sink into meditation to imbue their spell-casting consciousness with magical talents and thoughts, allowing them to follow the thoughts and actions of the mages or even subconsciously to cast spells. Magic that I have practiced myself.

Elemental magic elves cast magic quickly and concisely, which is better than long and complicated spells with difficult accents and complicated and awkward magic gestures. It is basically similar to instant magic but much more powerful than instant magic.

Even sometimes, when the consciousness of a magician with level 7 or above falls into a coma, the magic elves will not follow the magician's consciousness into a coma and be lost.

On the contrary, the magic elves will activate a self-protection mechanism to protect and fight back against all external actions.

A magic master once said that magic elves are the second life of the mage.

Because elemental magic elves are shaped by magicians based on their own magic talents and through magic induction, and are condensed from magic elements. Therefore, under normal circumstances, ordinary people will not see magic elves, just as ordinary people cannot see them. The magic elements are the same, unless the high-level mage is a freak who is bored and likes to show off. He condenses the magic elves to the extreme, and then uses a colored pen to outline them one by one to apply colorful colors.

As for magicians, they can sense the flow, transfer, condensation, diffusion, etc. of magic elements. As for magic elves, they can only roughly describe the shape of the magic elves through induction.

But through the magic prism, Viscount Dortmund finally saw with the naked eye the true magic of Lord Flo, the fourth red-robed priest of the church.

Layers of dark elements are like black smoke, rising from the ground and falling from the air. This is the absolute domain of Lord Flo, the fourth red-robed bishop.

A small mummy that resembles the mummy of its owner is sitting on its owner's shoulder with its legs crossed.
Chapter completed!