Facing this attack that was like a natural disaster, the green flames in the eyes of the Ability God Priest's bones also trembled violently. He raised the black stone staff in his hand and shouted a strange syllable.
At the same time, a flash of madness flashed in the eyes of the many believers surrounding the magic circle below. They suddenly took out the ritual daggers from their arms and inserted them neatly into their bellies. The green flames burning on their bodies seemed to be injected with fuel for an instant.
Big bright.
As a result, the green flames surrounding Pomona suddenly became powerful, even vaguely taking on an appearance comparable to a huge wind pillar.
"Want to resist?"
With a sneer, Duke Carrot directly threw the miniature tornado in his hand into the wind pillar.
In the next moment, the width of the storm suddenly nearly doubled, and the snowflakes blown up by the storm turned into blurry silver lines, even causing thin and unstable ripples to appear in the space across.
Facing the eye of the storm that once again greatly increased its power, the steaming green flames were finally unable to resist and slowly extinguished uncontrollably. The surrounding heathen cultists all fell down like wheat harvested by scythes, making no sound.
The priest of the alien god seemed to realize that the situation was not good, so he waved his staff and disappeared without a trace. The Duke did not stop him from escaping. After all, he was only here to save people this time, and he wanted to be safe first.
Without the restraint of the green flames, Pomona finally broke free from the magic circle and slowly flew back to the Duke.
"You're late! Their real target is Fiona!"
However, Pomona's first words made Carrot's heart tighten.
"What's going on? What do you know?"
"Stop talking, let's go to the Star Leader first, and I'll explain it to you slowly on the way."
Waving his hands in a hurried tone, Pomona looked anxious, as if he couldn't wait to rush to Fiona immediately.
"Okay, then what...are we doing?!"
But when the Duke had no doubt that he had a connecting portal, a dark stone staff suddenly appeared in Pomona's hand. Taking advantage of the moment when the Duke was communicating with the passage on the other side, when his guard was at his lowest, he suddenly struck it
activation.
In an instant, the huge green spherical field of divine power swept both of them into it.
Suddenly encountering this change, the Duke's movements were instantly interrupted, and he was suppressed by divine power unexpectedly. The magic power in his body became stagnant for a while, and all kinds of crazy and confusing illusions eroded the mental space like a tsunami, making it difficult to maintain sanity.
clear.
"Are you crazy?...No, no! You're not Pomona at all!? Who are you anyway?"
In anger, a silver icosahedral crystal on the Duke's chest lit up, and an absolute zero ray of colorless crystal-like texture shot towards him instantly, but before it could touch 'Pomona''s body, he was
The green divine power in the field is annihilated.
"Has it been discovered?"
Since the goal has been achieved, 'Pomona' is no longer hidden.
His facial features suddenly melted like a lit candle, and the flesh-colored 'wax oil' flowed down his face. What appeared below was a dark mucus face that was undulating slightly like a fluid.
"The Green Flame Sacrifice of the Star-Songing Secret Cult, the agent of the great god's will [Apostle of Mimicry], pays my regards to Your Excellency, Winter Cold."
A strange and harsh pronunciation that was not human-like came from the fuzzy face of the mimetic apostle who had returned to his original state.
Although its camouflage is very close to the original one, if the ninth-level being distinguishes it carefully, certain differences can actually be observed. Therefore, it needs to be used in such an emergency environment so that the Duke has no time to identify it carefully.
"Where's Pomona? What did you do to him?"
After reluctantly adjusting his condition, Carrot glared at him.
"Don't worry, he is 'safe' now. Compared to his situation, you might as well feel God's grace more now."
Looking expressionlessly at the Duke who was struggling like an insect falling into resin, the apostle casually let go of the black stone staff that stored a massive amount of divine power in his hand, allowing it to maintain the existence of the realm of divine power on its own while he left the realm.
Then, he opened his arms, and jet-black mucus tentacles gushed out from his body surface, and began to interweave and gather in a specific order, gradually forming a three-dimensional weird array structure.
Although he knew that the other party's actions would definitely be detrimental to him, the Duke had no extra energy to stop him at the moment. The green divine flame in the strange scepter had seriously affected his mental state.
Following the movements of the apostle, there was no change within the huge spherical green flame field, but if you observe it from the outside, you will find that the entire field is shrinking rapidly.
Finally, the outside world turned into a green ball of light the size of a glass marble, suspended in front of the mimic apostle.
"Did you make it?"
As the plan was successful, the real Pomona appeared next to him, and he looked at the green ball in front of him that was still shrinking with some fear.
In fact, it was Pomona himself who was trapped in the green flames at the beginning, which was the key reason why the Duke did not have too much suspicion.
It was not until the last moment, with the cover of the sudden burst of green divine flames, that the Mimic Apostle exchanged places with Pomona in the green flames.
"The divine realm can trap him for fifteen days. During this period, all contact with the outside world will be completely cut off, and the divine power will distort all predictions about this event.
You need to fulfill our agreement within fifteen days and come back here to 'rescue' him, Mr. [Zero Degree Ice Crystal]."
The dark face turned to Pomona with an expressionless expression, and the mimic apostle spoke indifferently.
At the same time, the small ball finally completely disappeared into the air.
"Hmph, don't worry, I will do it!"
With a cold snort, he took one last look at the location where the green ball disappeared, and Pomona's figure flickered and disappeared.
…
On the other side, when the Duke fell into the trap, Anvis suddenly felt uneasy for no reason in the Pamir Academy.
This feeling came and went quickly, but Avis did not ignore it.
For a fortune teller, an uneasy mood may be a big or small thing, but it basically means that something bad will happen.
So, he took out various prophecy materials and performed a standard precognition ceremony.
However, the results of the ceremony showed that everything was normal. It seemed that there was just a small force squeezed out by the Black Ring Chamber of Commerce. Because they did not know his true identity, they were preparing to secretly launch an attack on him.
Anvis was also a little confused about this result.
Being attacked by a small force conspiracy can indeed be considered a disadvantage, but this level of danger should not make him feel uneasy.
The affairs of the Black Ring Chamber of Commerce are currently completely in charge of his clone 'Raphael'. Even if he is attacked, at most this clone will dissipate and there will be no real threat to him.
After thinking for a moment, Avis decided to change to a simpler but also more difficult to interfere with prediction method.
Using a special magic quill, Anwes dipped it in the moonlight mercury basin, and then wrote a line of silver ancient Manni text on the special dragon skin paper.
'Danger is approaching'
After finishing writing, Anvis stared at this line of text and saw it slowly changed from silver to purple.
This change means that the written content is true and there is indeed some danger.
'My safety is under serious threat'
This time, the text color remained unchanged for a long time.