Stan Tito is imprisoned within the giant cones of the Moon Fern.
The Cup of the Sun, the medium he used to perform illusions, was also taken away, and he lost his greatest support.
However, Stan is still trying one after another to use his own strength and methods to escape from the cage of the Moon Demon Fern.
Mental power cannot open the barrier of the Moon Demon Fern. This cage that looks like a wall of flesh is unimaginably hard.
Illusion cannot be cast, and without a medium, the light of illusion dissipates as soon as it leaves consciousness.
"no!"
"This won't work either."
He even used the forbidden art of communicating with plants in Schroeder, the first-generation chief priest of the Sky Temple, to communicate with the Moon Demon Fern, which is a mythical monster.
Although he didn't know whether this kind of existence could still be called a plant.
However.
When he used the first part of the forbidden technique, he immediately felt something was wrong.
His consciousness fell directly into another dark and boundless place, which was another space where consciousness and thinking existed.
"Really?"
He pressed his hand on the flesh wall, his own spiritual power was resonating with the Moon Demon Fern, and the power of illusion was actually connected with the Moon Demon Fern's will.
He felt a stupid and chaotic consciousness, a mind like a newborn child.
Then the light of illusion bloomed from the cones of the Moon Magic Fern and circled around Stan Tito.
"Light of illusion?"
"Without the Cup of the Sun as a medium, how could it appear here?"
Stan Tito stood up, his hand still touching the inner wall of the flesh ball. He was carefully feeling where the illusion light came from.
When he smelled a strong fragrance, he finally understood why the illusion of light appeared.
"This is?"
"The floral scent of the cup of the sun?"
Stan Tito suddenly realized: "It turns out that the Moon Demon Fern was formed after swallowing the Cup of the Sun. No wonder the Samo family was able to cultivate such a strange plant-shaped monster."
He accidentally cracked the key to cultivating the Samo family monster, the Moon Demon Fern.
Stan Tito strikes while the iron is hot, trying to communicate the will of the Moon Demon Fern and let it open the cage and release itself.
His consciousness approached the consciousness of the Moon Demon Fern along the boundless darkness. When he was about to see the light of consciousness in the distance, a mark like the eye of a god blocked the tentacles of his consciousness.
He felt that those eyes were like the sun in the sky, looking down at himself who was as small as an insect.
Just the light in his sight burned his consciousness to the point of dissipating.
This is the fundamental form of Ruhe's mark, an existence that is usually invisible to the naked eye.
"ah!"
Stan let out a scream, and his consciousness immediately retreated into his body.
He involuntarily covered his eyes and knelt on the ground.
All this was just because he looked directly at the mark that was like the eye of a god.
Blood flowed from his eyes, and it took him a long time to regain his sight.
He kept panting and said.
"It was the Ruch brand given to King Lederiki by the gods."
"No one but the bearer of the Brand can control the Mythical Troll."
Although he failed, the appearance of the forbidden technique and the light of illusion gave him a vague idea of a way to break the prison.
He even had another terrifying thought in his mind.
Illusion itself is a power exerted through the use of the Cup of the Sun as a medium. The most powerful illusion is the forbidden art, which possesses the complete power of the taboo through the symbiosis between itself and the Cup of the Sun.
And at this moment.
The Moon Demon Fern is an unimaginably powerful variant of the Sun Cup.
He could not imagine how powerful the illusion that would be released would be if the power of the Moon Demonic Fern was grafted through the forbidden technique.
"Grafting the Demonic Fern of the Moon?"
He immediately shook his head, the backlash of the Grafted Symbiotic Sun Cup was already so shocking and terrifying.
Who can bear the power of grafting a Ruch monster?
Inside the palace of Anhuo Capital.
His Majesty the King was sitting on the throne holding the Luch Sword in his hand, panting constantly, and there were several more corpses of attendants on the ground.
The body was dragged down by the soldiers, leaving a trail of blood along the way. Other attendants, who were in constant panic, carefully stepped forward and poured water to wash away the blood stain.
The blood stains were washed away, but the strong smell of blood could not be dissipated.
The army of the Henir Dynasty is approaching step by step, attacking the cities of the Samo Kingdom one after another, and is now getting closer and closer to the capital of Anho.
Henir is not in a hurry, what he wants is to win the Kingdom of Samo steadily.
In the last moments, he became more and more stable. His generals were gradually eroding the power of the Samo Kingdom. Every day, one could hear that cities were being attacked or simply surrendered.
The Samo family, on the other hand, is like a prisoner in a desperate situation who is being pushed to the edge of the cliff little by little.
Princess Saliman raised her head and looked at her father on the throne.
He no longer looks like a tall and majestic king, but more like a prisoner sitting on the gallows, waiting for death in embarrassment.
The hysteria, fear and despair were constantly overflowing from his body.
Killing and anger cannot reflect a person's strength, but instead show his lust and weakness.
His Majesty the King stood up little by little, holding the blood-stained sword of Luch, and said to the trembling Princess Saliman.
"As I said, your method won't work."
"How could the lucky man from Star Luo Kingdom help us?"
"All we can rely on is ourselves."
After His Majesty the King finished venting, his words gradually calmed down.
But the slight vibrato at the end of the words faintly conveyed a final crazy meaning.
"Now."
"That's the only way."
The words of the king of Samo Kingdom instantly made the princess kneeling below feel cold all over: "King!"
"Do you really want to use that method? That is something more terrifying than the forbidden technique."
"And father, no one has ever succeeded."
In her anxiety, Her Royal Highness forgot the king's honorific title and called out her father.
His Majesty the King turned back, his eyes full of madness.
He let out waves of sneers, which passed through the palace and everyone's hearts like a cold wind.
"We have reached this point, what else can we do if we don't do this?"
"Are we just going to watch the son of black mud annex our kingdom?"
"We are the descendants of Lederiki, we are the royal blood family, and we are the descendants of Samo."
His voice turned from cold wind to violent storm in an instant: "How can we watch helplessly, a ball of despicable black mud, get something that belongs to our royal family?"
"Come with me."
"It's time for you to see our last strength and the secret of immortality that the Samo family has been exploring for hundreds of years."
The king took Princess Saliman to a closed castle.
This is the core station of the kingdom's priesthood, and it is also the place where various magical arts and even methods of cultivating monsters are hidden. Next to it is the station of the legion, which is extremely tightly defended.
The gloomy and dark passage, surrounded by moisture and heat, makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.
In a large underground prison, she saw one after another three-leaf people who were like walking corpses being locked up in stone chambers.
The strangest thing is that they all possess wisdom and power.
A Sanye man who is obviously just a child sometimes shows an innocent expression like a child, and sometimes shows a sullen expression like an old man.
She saw a citizen of the Demonic Abyss who had been cursed by the gods and could never speak. He was talking in the language of the three-leaf people and kept banging his head against the wall.
She even saw an anomaly shrimp releasing the power of wisdom, bending down and kneeling on the ground piously, chanting the Lederiki Oath with its consciousness.
Those words were so sacred and pious, but Princess Samo felt horrified after hearing them.
"What are they?"
His Majesty the King laughed: "They are not things."
"They were once Shamrocks, some Shamrocks who should have died long ago."
He showed a proud look, as if he was showing off a proud work.
"Didn't you say that no one has succeeded? In fact, it has already been successful."