The shadow emitted the smell of feathers wet by rain. The wet ravens wandered in groups on the edge of the storm. He held the ball of thread tightly and stepped step by step towards the palace standing on the isolated island in the sea. The group of ravens whispered, and he raised his head to look at the lead-gray dark clouds that followed. Several broad columnar lights faintly revealed from above the dark clouds, and then were flooded by thick and raised clouds. The gloomy thoughts flapped their wings and sent the smell of the storm into their noses. The intense emotions were like thunder, and the smell of psychic ozone was scented on the sea. He whispered the names of the two witches, believing that the ravens would send their thanks to their ears. The tight crimson spinning thread shocked, and the anxiety at the other end of the thread was held firmly in his palm along this thread.

"Don't be nervous, I just dive too deep. I know I'm right, if I don't do that, I won't find the Supreme Mage." A lightning bolt fell from the sky and hit his heel, exploding into red and blue electric sparks on the sea, and thunder crashed into his body along the non-existent air. It was like an impatient warning. Too many people, or non-human races or even the existence behind the curtain, staring here, because every move of his might affect the galaxy in the future, and even the dullest prophets would predict this turbulent future from the sea of ​​ether to the shells on the beach.

"Well, I get it, I'm sorry." He said with some optimism, "They certainly don't want me to die now. I'm still safe. I believe it. You may ask why I am willing to step over the bottom line of Kamataj and actively interfere with human society... I do owe you an answer, a reason to pull the perfect family you dream into the abyss... I do not regard myself as a higher and more perfect individual living person to assume the obligation of a savior, nor is it a paranoid mental illness. My humility is not disguised. The future of this world has no place for me. I will eventually become an ordinary person. All human beings in the future will have my wisdom, vision, reason and even life, and I will also become an inconspicuous person and enjoy eternal peace."

Beyonetta slowly reposted every word on the letter sent by the silver pigeon.

The drunken Roman priest claimed in a letter of money that the letter was a similar dream that many monastery monks repeatedly dreamed of one night a few years ago. After analyzing and interrogation by a large number of theologians, theologians, exorcists, dream interpreters and cardinals, the following words were finally pieced together from the dreams of hundreds of monks. In the previous letter, the drunken priest stated that he had suddenly had inspiration half a month ago and knew where to send the letter, but after writing the address, he could not remember the specific location here, and only knew that the silver pigeon given by someone could deliver the letter to the destination.

"He wants to seek death."

Joan of Arc gave her own judgment. Her spacious office and living room were completely unqualified. Her feet in high-heeled boots were placed freely on the table, and she also ordered the poor Cheshire Cat to push the small trolley and bring the snow-capped ice she needed into the living room.

"He looks quite rational, how could he have this kind of martyr fanatical mentality?"

Berenita stretched out her fingers and snuffed out the three flames of obsidian candles placed in triangles. The magic of the witch is always associated with elements such as night, moon, femininity, motherhood, reproduction, family, etc. Hecate is one of the many idols worshipped by the Shadow Witch. The ceremony dedicated to Hecate, the goddess of the triple road, is also a compulsory course for them. This ceremony is one of the rituals they set up after the emperor left. The ritual that truly provides protection comes from the underground of the Astronomical Tower, provided by many psychics, and guided by the witch.

"You have to think about the translation issues between different languages? I'm pretty sure he won't give up his body. If he gives up his body, how would he taste delicious food, indulge in drinking and having sex? We all know that he is not a monk in the ascetic faction, every night..."

"I grabbed the thread and I'm guiding him back."

Wanda Maximov's voice immediately interrupted the thought of Master Daniel's attempt to argue.

He is not ignorant of what Wanda Maximov does now. Using a planetary defense system is itself sinking his mind into the sea of ​​ether, which requires extremely high concentration to use it. Wanda Maximov is gifted and able to dive deep into the sea of ​​ether. No matter what angle she looks at, she is the best candidate for using a planetary defense system now. However, communicating with the existence in the sea of ​​ether is a very, very dangerous thing. Even in the story, the magician in the archive can only summon the ether spiritual entity to the material universe, and can communicate through the rules of the material universe before communicating. What Wanda Maximov did is to summon the ether spiritual entity to the material universe, and there is no protective measures.

The planetary defense system is gradually opening up, and the core systems of the three major temples are slowly operating, and are slowly connecting with other religious sanctuaries on the earth. From Stonehenge, Vatican, Hagia Sophia Cathedral to London Temple, from Qingcheng Mountain, Longhu Mountain, White Horse Temple to Hong Kong Temple, from Teokari Temple, Tulum, Palenque to New York Temple, the huge spiritual vein system follows the foreseeable links of the first generation of Supreme Master Ago Motor, and also provides Wanda Maximov with the energy and vision of diving.

In the sea of ​​nothingness, there is only a golden burning sword shadow as a beacon.

"No, it's not the demon, it's him. I'm pretty sure, I know it's him." Wanda Maximov said bluntly, "He went deep into the Sea of ​​Ethereal to find the soul of the Supreme Mage, and I must guide him back to this world. The predator is waiting for him under the sea, and he is in danger now."

"This is a big risk, how do you make sure you are guiding him and not something else!"

"We have no choice, Mage Daniel." said the Guards Amphitrayon, "we can't lose him."

"Why did he dive so deeply? The human mind cannot bear such pressure at all!"

"Because the Supreme Master is there, Master Daniel."

"Chess piece." Wanda Maximov stared at the void like a psychic, telling what she saw. But she didn't need to make a sound with her toes to deceive the audience. She did see many things that mortals could not see, but even Master Daniel could not fully understand what she said, because the metaphor of deep consciousness could not correspond to reality one by one. "He took the pawn and was coming here." She stretched out her hand in front of her. Under the gaze of the guards Affitrium, Master Daniel reluctantly put away his attack posture, but the Guards still allowed him to carry out the most basic defense measures. Master Daniel saw Wanda Maximov's fingers disappear as if they were sinking into the water. She groped in the air until she pulled out a crimson thread. "Affitrium! Quick!"

The Imperial Guard rushed up immediately, grabbed the spinning thread and pulled it back desperately.

The seemingly thin linen spinning has a toughness far more than polymers. The relatively thin spinning thread was pulled into Affitriun's hand armor, and a deep dent was drawn on the solid alloy. A deep roar came from Affitriun's throat, the legs of the power armor were locked, the body was tilted backward, and the spine was bent like a bow to accumulate strength. The most powerful body in the material universe, coupled with the power given by the machinery, barely pulled the crimson spinning thread out a few centimeters. Wanda Maximov still held the line, and the palm cut by the spinning thread kept dripping blood, and the blood sank into the void along the spinning thread, and then smudged like ink falling into clear water. The guards Affitriun discovered that the more blood Wanda Maximov bleed, the less power the other end of the spinning thread was.

"I know! I can hear what you are thinking, Amphitra, I'm doing this!"

Amphitroon pulled hard, and Wanda Maximov clenched the spinning thread regardless of the pain. Master Daniel hesitated, but he still arranged a circle of protective spells beside Wanda and the Guards to ensure that the existence behind the curtain would not harm them. After a while, a palm wrapped in golden armor was pulled out of thin air. The golden armor had the form of a material universe, and then more bodies were pulled out.

Master Daniel couldn't help but close his tears, and the surging heat made him feel like he was facing a strong wind. He only heard what the person who came out of the void said, and then the heat disappeared out of thin air, completely incompatible with the heat transfer law of the material universe. When he opened his red eyes, he only saw that the crimson spinning thread in Wanda Maximov's hand was slowly evaporating and finally disappeared.

"What did he say?"

"I will go to the highest point as soon as possible to assist in the fight against the Supreme Master."

Athena saw a golden light rising from behind, then rose all the way and then dived down into the courtyard in front of her. Then the courtyard door seemed to be roughly knocked open by an invisible force. The emperor in golden power armor stumbled out of the courtyard. The surface of the armor was rolling steam and ashes, with the smell of crimson fragrance clouds in the courtyard, making people dizzy. Amon immediately rushed up and stood beside the emperor, and the spear of the garrison slashed forward to force the invisible object to retreat. Athena raised her spear without hesitation. The dazzling white and hot light shot out from the spear tip and penetrated into the open gate of the courtyard. A blurry body was hit by the white-hot spiritual light, making a chaotic scream that ordinary people could not hear.

The emperor immediately pulled out a golden explosive gun from his waist and pulled the trigger toward the invisible object one after another. The unique roar of the explosive gun triggered an echo in the valley. The nerve blocked the warhead burned and broke under the trigger of the fuse. The body of the invisible object, which was flashing with spiritual energy, was immediately blown out of thin air, and the deep purple vortex appeared out of thin air to completely swallow the invisible object, and the fragments of flesh and blood were squeezed out and dropped on the ground. Even so, the terrifying scream seemed to solidify in the transparent wall formed by air, torturing the listener's nerves all the time.

The aromatherapy smoke with extremely low visibility gradually became thinner, and a relatively short figure walked out of the courtyard.
Chapter completed!