The head of the Slothful High Priest is twisted to the right side, with a crazy and sick smile on his face, like an unassembled puppet, full of weirdness and horror.
The next moment, the lazy high priest seemed to have thought of something. He gently stretched out his hand and twisted his head back to its original position. The smile on his face gradually faded and he murmured: "A gadget?"
"A key?"
"Is this what you want?"
"blasphemer Taylor Mitchell?"
"Haha, this is really interesting..."
The Slothful High Priest once again showed his morbid and crazy laughter, his heart filled with malice towards this blasphemer.
He hates anyone who doesn’t believe in the Lord!
Especially this apostate who once served the God of Light and Sun!
The High Priest of Sloth is extremely disgusted with people who can throw away their own beliefs at will.
Talking to such a person seems to pollute his pure heart.
If the Slothless High Priest hadn't felt that this blasphemer who could avoid divine punishment was not easy to deal with, he would have taken action and devoured him bit by bit.
"No one wants to bear the hatred that destroyed the Dickens family?"
"Then let me do it..."
The lazy high priest looked up at the manor house, which was getting closer and closer, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter.
…
Marquis Bach's residence, third floor, magic room behind the mysterious symbols.
"Why don't you get out of here?"
A hoarse, old voice sounded in the magic room illuminated by fire.
The dark black book, bound by more than a dozen chains of different colors, floated strangely in the form of a spirit body, constantly flipping. The pale skull on the cover seemed to come to life, opening and closing up and down with extremely powerful movements.
With dark eyes, he looked at Marquis Bach who was sitting not far away with his eyes closed.
Marquis Bach was wearing a classical wizard's robe and a pointed soft hat. He sat cross-legged and placed a magic wand inlaid with seven or eight kinds of gemstones on his lap. At this moment, he was sitting in the middle of the bookshelves on both sides, facing
Black book.
At this moment, the image of Marquis Bach is like a wizard who came out of the ancient world, mysterious and unpredictable.
Hearing the words of the Book of the Omniscient, Bach slowly opened his eyes, calmly looked at this level 0 sealed object, and said: "With your authority and ability, you should be able to calculate the outcome of tonight."
"Hahaha, so what?"
"What? Do you want to exchange for the future direction?"
"Or do you want to know the specific identity and capabilities of each attacker?"
The hoarse old voice sounded again, and the pale skull closed up and down, becoming more vivid, as if it was mocking Marquis Bach.
Marquis Bach did not get angry and continued: "You should know what I will do if I find that I can't control you?"
"snort!"
A cold snort sounded, the skull closed up and down, and responded: "Dedicate me to the Holy Church?"
"I'm afraid it's a little late now, isn't it?"
"Among the people who came this time, there was a member of the Blasphemer family. He carried a level 0 sealed object that you have heard of. This sealed object can temporarily block the connection and induction between the spiritual world and the real world, allowing
Methods such as teleportation, sacrifice, and divine blessing are ineffective. The current fiefdom has been shrouded by this sealed object. Unless the energy is exhausted or you kill the user, even a Sequence 3 angel wants to break through the restriction.
It also takes a day and a night.”
"During this period of time, do you think your fiefdom and your family can stop the intruder's attack?"
"Bach Dickens, issue the commission!"
"Let me help you. You only need to summon a mysterious projection from the ancient era to easily solve these troubles. Of course, you can also choose to use the death curse to make all these intruders die of the curse."
"In this way, your problem will be solved, won't it?"
This time the voice was like a devil whispering in the ear, full of great temptation.
Marquis Bach's eyes did not waver at all, and he responded calmly: "You have three abilities, namely omniscience and omnipotence, death curse, and traces of time. If you want to get out of trouble, in addition to using the first ability to trade with me, you can only rely on the back
Two abilities.”
"Once the death curse is activated, the corpses of these dead people will become the source of the spread of the plague. Unless two to three angels take action, this level of curse will be difficult to seal and remove. In other words, as long as I
If you agree to the commission, you can use the ability of the plague to spread and turn the entire fiefdom into a dead land, a desperate place."
"In this way, there will be no defenders of the restrictions here, and there will no longer be the care of the descendants of the blood. As time goes by, the sealing effect will become weaker and weaker until you naturally get out of trouble."
"Of course, you can also continue to use your magic to attract others to come here and take you away."
"Once the Traces of Time is used, you will inevitably use your own special characteristics to distort the summoned historical projections, and summon crazy, mutated, and fallen extraordinary people. By borrowing the power of the projections, you will, together with the invading enemies and
I'll clean it up together."
"You completed the commission and indirectly fulfilled the transaction."
"And our whole family was still wiped out."
After listening to Marquis Bach's narration, the skull opened and closed its mouth up and down, making a hoarse old voice: "After so many years, you are still so disgusting!"
"But Bach Dickens, let me remind you that your time is running out. If you don't cooperate with me, you will regret it."
Marquis Bach stood up, holding a gem scepter, and said: "I am ready. No matter what happens today, I will not let you escape and hurt other people."
"Haha, it seems that you also know something... But, it's too late..."
As the voice of the pale skull fell, the entire magic room trembled violently.
On the ground paved with dark bluestone, the complex and profound magic array suddenly lit up, emitting magical light. The relief sculpture of a seraph on the left side of the dome slowly opened its eyes and stared at the Book of the Omniscient and Marquis Bach.
The right hand of the seraphim on the left is rotten and withered, like coke dried by fire. As his gaze is projected, an invisible force locks the book of the omniscient, and gray-white light groups twist and wrap around the omniscient.
book, sealing it tightly.
However, the next moment, the heavily sealed Book of the Omniscient began to tremble strangely, as if it was under an invisible influence. A dozen chains of different colors continued to break, and the lingering gray-white light group also disintegrated inch by inch and was sealed.
The black book got rid of its restraints for the first time and began to flip through it crazily, revealing a variety of complex mysterious symbols, magic symbols, and special marks. Almost instantly, the entire magic room was filled.
Marquis Bach raised his gemstone magic wand and recited the elvish language: "The tiny elves floating between heaven and earth, the great beings who control the power of the elements, the source of nature, I, Bach Dickens, summon in the name of the elementalist, come out