Super Dimensional Wizard

The dawn is beginning, and the place where the golden sun shines is Holy Mountain.

In this brief moment, Holy Mountain is haunted by the aperture, making it even more sacred. All the Kula Kuka tribe at the bottom of the mountain bowed down on the ground, clasped their hands together, praying for their tribe.

The temple on the top of the mountain, chants sounded.

The hummingbird Knight in the sky, hovering incessantly, sprinkled white rain from time to time, adding a touch of holiness to the ceremony.

When the sun was shining on the altar, a team of choirs walked forward and stood every few meters to form a circle around the huge altar.

At this time, in the temple on the top of the mountain, a row of priests with white robes and gold rims walked out. The headed person was the only bald old man with a white beard wearing a red robe.

"Welcome High Priest!" From the top of the mountain all the way to the bottom of the mountain, it made a consistent voice.

The balding and white-bearded old man staggered to the terrace in front of the mountain and faced the densely packed clansman down the mountain. His expression is solemn, with a compassionate divinity.

"May my patriarch be better." The first sentence of High Priest was first addressed to clansman at the foot of the mountain. Then, the speech of today’s ceremony began: “Humans are fighting, our race is almost extinct; it is the owner of the holy castle, giving us a thousand years of survival...The existence of the festival is to pay tribute to the holy castle Lord."

When High Priest was talking, the shadow hiding on a tall tree suddenly said: "This old man has a strong energy response, but he is still a mortal."

Angel I also found out: "If you live near the source of the law for a long time, even a mortal may be contaminated with divinity."

"Mortals know nothing about power, so they can resist the temptation of the law. But. , Isabel is also a bad taste, building a temple here, so that countless Kura Kuka clansman come here every year, but they don't know that what they worship is actually the soul fragments of their ancestors about to be swallowed."

"It's ironic, but...I always think Isabel It shouldn't be because of bad taste. There may be other reasons." It is strange to let mortals stay at the source of the law. thing. Angel felt in his heart that a Level 3 wizard who stepped on the road to true knowledge shouldn't be able to do such boring things.

"Hey, that's the end of the story? This old man is not bad, there is no such long talk of other gods. I thought he would sing praises for several hours." Shadow has been paying attention to the temple. Above, High Priest's speech was less than one minute and signaled the beginning of the festival, "However, for a large-scale festival, such an opening speech seems a bit perfunctory."

In Angel's vision, High Although Priest's expression is solemn and his expression is full of respect for the holy castle, his eyes are full of complex emotions, and he can't tell the truth.

"You said this High Priest, do you know Sipollock's magic circle?" Angel asked suddenly.

"I don't know." After a pause, Shadow suddenly laughed: "But if he knew it, it would be really interesting to say these high-sounding words in front of all the clansman. Things."

...

When High Priest announced the beginning of the festival, the circle of poets on the side of the altar chanted hymns one after another.

A team of armored guards, carrying a gorgeous stretcher through the crowd, stepped onto the central platform of the highest level of the altar. On the stretcher, there was a magic crystal about the same height as theirs. The four guards worked with a common purpose and put the magic crystal into the groove in the center of the altar.

When the light shone from the altar, the shadow whispered: "Come."

Looking at the familiar Transmission Formation fluctuations, Angel whispered: "You Are you sure that no formal wizard will come?"

Shadow: "No, there is no formal wizard if the old witch is not there."

tone barely fell, one in the center of Transmission Formation The short silhouette gradually emerged.

Shortness is relative to the height of an ordinary person, but for the Kura Kuka tribe, Lai Ren is still a giant. Moreover, she is still a giantess.

Black tutu, black half-veil, black long straight hair, pale skin, delicate cheeks.

From the outside, the person here is a twelve or three-year-old girl. And Angel noticed that the little girl didn't have a trace of extraordinary aura, she looked like an ordinary mortal.

The little girl had always closed her eyes. When the aperture of Transmission Formation disappeared, she slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as the bright red eyes opened, they immediately looked towards the location of Angel and Shadow.

Angel's eyes flashed with doubts. If this person was a mortal, how could he spot them at first sight? But if it is a wizard apprentice, how powerful is her perception?

"Diablo, who is she?" Angel whispered.

Shadow did not reply.

Angel didn’t know that, where he couldn’t see, Shadow was trembling all over, with a frightened face, pointing to the woman who appeared on the altar... "How could it be... how could she be Appearing here?"

The little girl seemed to perceive the emotions of the shadow, and she gently curled the corners of her lips at the two.

The pink tongue whirls slightly on the bright red lips. Like temptation, but also like bloodthirsty greed.

"Look at who this is, isn't this a puppet little brother Diablo?" With a weird laugh, a sharp female voice suddenly got into the psychic belt between Angel and Shadow .

In the beginning, Angel was still calm, but the sound that came out suddenly made him stunned.

If the other party is speaking directly, he will not be so surprised, but the other party not only did not destroy the mind tie, but directly forcibly squeezed into the mind tie, so that the original dialogue between the two parties became Tripartite talks. This ability is definitely not what an ordinary wizard apprentice can do! Even...maybe not an apprentice?

"Yi...Master Isabella, you, how could you..." The shadow trembling voice came from the side of the soul tie.

Angel looked towards the direction of the shadow. Although the shadow is hidden, Angel seems to be able to feel the great fluctuations in his emotions.

Isabella? This name... how is it so similar to Isabel? Angel suddenly thought. Yesterday, Shadow seemed to say that the old witch of the Black Castle is the disciple of the Twilight King. Everything is imitating her mentor, even the name...

Angel dare not go anymore I thought about it, just thinking of this, his heart was beating peng~ peng~ peng~.

Couldn't it really be the adult who came?

"I just want to come and see if you are suitable for my future husband's discipline." Isabella kept smiling strangely, but her voice was still very clear. It's like there are two audio tracks at the same time, laughter is the background sound, and the voice is the main body.

This is a woman with her own background sound.

Angel now dare not say that this is a "little girl", even if she is not big, but when she thinks of her possible identity, Angel is a little frightened.

"Look at your trembling calves, so afraid of me? tsk tsk tsk, I don’t think you deserve to be his discipline." Isabella’s bizarre double soundtrack reappears in the mind tie In, "This little brother here is quite consistent."

Angel knows that she should be talking about herself.

When he was about to say something, Isabella suddenly made a very high-pitched voice, and her tone of appreciation changed sharply: "However, I hate blondes! Diablo, take him Kill me! Kill him, and I will admit your status!"

"Hurry up, kill him! Kill him!"

Anything else in the mind band No sound can exist, only "Kill him" repeatedly brainwashing.

Shadow’s eyes suddenly turned red. He looked at Angel, who was invisible to the side, and slowly extended the hand. The magic power was slowly converging... But at this moment, Shadow suddenly screamed. Fading out of the invisibility of the'dazzling light and shadow', it kept rolling, and even fell heavily from the trees to the ground. Hold your heart with your hand, unable to move.

The spirit band is still saying "Kill him", but Shadow is completely overwhelmed at this time.

Angel stood on the tree, watching the shadows falling on the ground, without saying a word.

Without any suspense, the power of the contract broke out. If Shadow doesn't let go of the obsession to kill him in his heart, he will inevitably die soon after his heart burst.

But Isabella’s repeated "killing him" is both like hypnosis and some kind of hint, so that Shadow completely forgets to think, just thinking about how to kill Angel. However, under the bondage of the contract, he couldn't do it at all, and instead harmed himself.

The shadow was still mourning and wailing on the ground, but Angel turned his head and looked towards the altar.

The "Little Girl" Isabella stood on the top of the altar with the corners of her lips slightly curled up, very strange. But what is even more bizarre is that the time in this brief moment seems to be frozen, the choir no longer sings, and the Kura Kuka clansman surrounding the altar is all frozen.

All the Kura Kuka people present were frozen at this brief moment.

Angel looked at Isabella, "Although I don’t know why you suddenly said that you want to kill me, if you really want me to die, you can come here in person."

Sabella didn't speak, she still urged the Shadow to kill Angel repeatedly.

Angel's eyes flashed: "Sure enough, your real body didn't actually come, right?"

The voice fell, Angel stretched out his hand, a ray of nightmarish air Slowly pouring out from the fingers.

With the appearance of the nightmare, the frozen Kura Kuka clan came back to life, but Isabella, who was standing in the center of the altar, showed a strange expression. , Slowly broken into pieces.

"The illusion is excellent, but...after all, it is just an illusion created by a ray of consciousness." Angel whispered.

As the illusion was broken, the Kura Kuka tribe came alive again, singing and cheering.

The light on the Transmission Formation continued to shine, and a dark shadow gradually appeared, but it was not the silhouette of Isabella just now.

Angel glanced at the Transmission Formation, then set his gaze on the shadow on the ground, and he snapped his fingers lightly. A Wanyin illusion was pulled apart, covering his figure and the shadow of the shadow.

As Isabella's illusion disappeared, the red eyes of the shadow returned to clarity again.

"Huh--" Shadow panted for a long time, feeling the pain in his body. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "I was pitted by the old witch, and almost planted here. Many thanks!" Angel calmly said: "Rely on the voice to you Hypnosis, if you subconsciously don't want to kill me, you shouldn't be hit."

Angel's words made Shadow a little embarrassed. However, he has a thick face, and he stands up as if there is nothing wrong: "cough cough, has the Descendant appeared?...Hey, I'm really right, it's really Fiona."

"There is no need to change the subject. I don't care what your subconscious thinks. Anyway, remember that you owe me a love."