1659 Concluded

No matter how confused you are, the fact is the fact, and it is irrefutable.

The seventh-level vertical pupil who calls herself Milia, who uses the ancient Toris language, has a slender body and wings on her back. The indifference in her expression seems to be consistent, or it may just be that she is not good at changing her expression.

And Milia, who seems to be able to see everything around Moritz through the magic projection, is not in a hurry, just waiting patiently, but the pair of wings will occasionally swing slightly, as if bored.

The eighth-level strongmen from the Black Abyss and the Silver Silk Sea survivors, because they clearly know the strangeness of the situation in front of them, after Moritz asked them to evacuate here, they quickly returned to their respective teams and began to prepare according to the orders that had been issued before, ready to welcome the final battle that will be launched outside the Prayer Square. Only the Black Abyss strongman who can release this magic projection was left behind.

After dealing with these, Moritz, who looked at the leader of the Sith tribe, Milia, spoke. "What do you want?"

"To be honest, this invasion has failed. I hope to evacuate safely with my subordinates. To express my apology, within three thousand years, the wizard plane will not be invaded by our race again..."

The more he listened, the more annoyed he became. After Miria finished speaking, Moritz could not help but say angrily. "Apology? Within three thousand years? The killing and losses caused by the invasion will end with such a promise?"

Seemingly puzzled, Miria thought for a while before speaking. "What do you want?"

There was anger in his chest, but Moritz was also stunned by Miria's indifferent expression.

Yes, what else can we do?

Can we leave them all here with the current combat power?

Or can we let them accept punishment for the catastrophe of the surface world?

If it weren't for the mold-eating liquid prepared by Raymond, I think we would still be in a tug-of-war with the Sith tribe. How could it be the current situation?

Moreover, according to the time calculation, if the Sith tribe wanted to escape from here, they could have evacuated all of them before the gray-black smoke reached the periphery of the Prayer Square, just based on the speed at which they entered the dimensional gate. Why did she need to communicate so strangely?

Thinking of this, Moritz's heart moved and he said seriously. "Hand over the leaders of the teams that invaded the wizard plane!"

"Leader? All orders are issued by me. You want me?"

Millia, whose expression did not change, and whose eyes were even emotionless, once again shocked Moritz and he immediately said angrily. "If all orders are issued by you, then I want you to die!"

"The only request?"

"Yes!"

"Okay!" After receiving the affirmative answer, Millia did not hesitate at all and immediately agreed.

Such a straightforwardness made Moritz, who was about to fight back when the other party evaded or argued, completely stunned. The absurd feeling he had had before once again arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Then let's sign the contract."

As Milia spoke, a ray of light was released from the fingers of her right hand that she raised. Then Milia bit her tongue tip to make a drop of purple-red blood blend into the light. Then she gently pushed it forward, causing the light mixed with her blood to spiral forward slowly. In an instant, it penetrated the projection of the spell and appeared in front of Moritz!

The red-purple light the size of a grain of rice was weak but stable.

Moritz, who stretched out her hand and took it, immediately felt the implicit power of the contract contained in it. It moved her instantly. "Contract?"

"My subordinates will all withdraw, and I, Milia, will commit suicide according to the contract!"

Millia's voice without any emotional expression seemed rigid and surprising. Moritz, who pinched his fingertips to make the blood blend into the light, also realized that the contract was concluded. But the sense of absurdity in his heart became heavier and heavier.

However, Milia of the Sith tribe seemed to think that the communication had been completed. After folding the pair of wings to wrap around her body, she bowed slightly to salute, and then the magic projection suddenly dissipated, ending the communication between the two parties.

The light pinched by Moritz's two fingers also dimmed quickly, which made her look stunned. When she was led by Sen Mario to come in front of him, the light was completely extinguished.

Raymond, who didn't know what happened, happened to see the light in Moritz's two fingers dissipate. So he asked the reason.

In the interval between calling the Black Abyss strongman who could release this projection and letting him cast the spell again, Moritz told everything that had just happened. At the end, he asked incomprehensibly. "Is there something wrong with the brain of Milia, the leader of the Sith tribe? If she wants to leave with all the vertical pupils, can the coalition forces chase her into the space layer and release the mold-eating liquid?"

"The mold-eating liquid must not be released in the space layer. Its special pollution will cause the range of its spread to be uncontrollable, and it is even possible to create holes in the space layer!"

Seeing Raymond's solemn words, Moritz, who had finished venting, explained with a wry smile. "I understand what you mean. The mycophilic liquid will never be released in the space mezzanine. I mean why is the leader of the Sith tribe willing to conclude such a contract? Is it just to ensure that his subordinates can leave safely? ?”

Knowing that he had misunderstood before, Raymond began to think about the purpose of the Sith leader, but he also couldn't figure out why the Sith leader would negotiate in this way. Is it just because he was worried about the people he led? Will the team continue to be attacked by mycophilic fluid after entering the space mezzanine?

There is a possibility, but in reality it will never happen.

Perhaps it was unfamiliarity and fear that led the other party to adopt this method of contract conclusion.

At this time, the black abyss strongman who had reconstructed the magic projection spoke clearly after seeing the situation in the prayer square. "Lord Moritz, the vertical pupils are beginning to speed up the evacuation. The seventh-order vertical pupils behind the dimensional gate seem to be adjusting the dimensional gate..."

Raymond, who turned his gaze, also saw the situation over there, as well as the slender and elongated seventh-order vertical-pupil Miria with wings on her back who was located on the south side of the dimensional gate.

With her back facing the direction of observation of the magic projection, there were dozens of seventh-order vertical pupils in front of her, but Milia seemed to be able to feel the prying eyes from here, and she slowly turned around while giving some instructions. He came forward, glanced with an indifferent look, then ignored him and continued to issue instructions to the seventh-order vertical pupils in front of him.

As these vertical pupils left one after another, the three lines of defense that had been deployed around the prayer square began to be quickly dismantled, and the seventh-order vertical pupils surrounding the prayer square began to be removed one by one. He rushed into the Yuan Gate and disappeared quickly.

Moritz, who asked the black abyss master to change the angle of the magic projection, said in even more surprise after observing the vertical pupils busy at the north end of the dimensional gate. "What are they doing?"

Raymond, who got closer to observe, finally saw the ores filled into the energy tank after the black abyss strongman kept adjusting the corners of his spell projection, and said in surprise. "The energy stones placed in them are not suitable for use by the dimensional gate. If the ones that were filled in before are also like this, then the dimensional gate will collapse directly after an hourglass!"

"There are still more than two thousand seventh-order vertical pupils left. One hour's effort is enough to make them all leave. Is Milia really ready to abandon herself and let her subordinates evacuate safely? How could she have such an idea? ? Does she think that this will really enable her subordinates to evacuate safely without being hunted down? "

Moritz, who expressed his guess in astonishment, turned around and left the magic projection. With a wave of his hand, he began to construct some kind of special talisman formation, and got in touch with the plane alliance... (To be continued~ ^~)