Chapter 302 Trap

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The sound of dense and chaotic footsteps echoed in the long and quiet corridor. Under the dim light, Captain Spark looked up. The complicated and wonderful arcane runes were like the Milky Way in the night sky, which made him feel indescribably intoxicated. with shock.

To the "arcanist", everything in the Pasha'er Demon Tower is like a priceless treasure, full of temptations everywhere.

As descendants of the high elves, members of the "Holy Council" firmly believe that "arcana" is the most powerful force in the world, and in the words of the "Holy Council", what they control is the power of "God".

And the end of the Arcanist's road is the "God" in people's mouth.

It is true... low-level arcanists like Spark are far away from the "god", but this does not prevent them from yearning for this realm - at this time, facing the brilliant civilization of the high elves in Pasha's Demon Tower Ruins, although they didn't speak, their hearts were eager to move.

"Our task is to find the Quantity Filler, and make sure that the primary goal is completed...then study the remaining books here."

Spark's order refreshed his subordinates in an instant. Obviously, "studying books" often means that they can quietly fill their pockets.

Pasha'er Demon Tower has a large area inside, but its structure is extremely complicated. Standing in the center of the tower and raising your head, the only thing you can see are nearly 100 meters high and countless overlapping stairs and corridors.

Captain Spark was puzzled by this irregular building structure, but in order to find the "energy charger", they had to start searching from the first floor—but before they went far, they were caught by a thin figure blocked the way.

The high elf looked at them with confused eyes. The simple robe on his body proved that he was the lowest-level "arcanist apprentice" in the high elf mage system.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He didn't show too much hostility towards Spark and the others, he was more on guard, but the team of the "Holy Meeting" naturally didn't come here for sightseeing, Spark took a step forward and said bluntly: "We want to see the volume Filler,."

The high elf frowned, and said with vigilant eyes: "I don't know how you got in, but you must not be allowed to visit the 'Energy Charger', please leave here immediately."

"So, this thing is indeed here."

Spark narrowed his eyes, but sneered, raised his hand and pointed, and the arcanists behind him instantly released a large burst of light, firmly controlling the apprentice in place...

"So... now, are you willing to lead us the way?"

Spark's sneering face made the apprentice shiver. He wanted to yell and resist, but then he was tortured by these "holy congregation" members with arcane screams, and within a few minutes he was completely subdued and dejected. He led these people to a corridor leading to the ground.

The "Sacred Congregation" has never been a charitable organization, as can be seen from the fact that they can use Camilla as a victim, and using arcane techniques to torture and torture the high elves does not have the slightest psychological pressure on Spark .

After walking underground for a few minutes, the group came to a secret room. Spark hesitated for a moment, and finally used the scroll of the "Holy Meeting" to open the last door full of restrictions, then pushed the high elf, and walked into the secret room at the bottom of Pasha's Tower...

All the members of the "Holy Council" were attracted by the arcane runes they had never seen in the secret room, but they did not notice the excitement and excitement that flashed in the eyes of the arcanist apprentice.

"The energy charger is here?"

In the circular house, a metal structure device placed in the center is extremely conspicuous. Spark looked left and right, but he couldn't confirm that this was what they were looking for - the "Holy Meeting" only knew about the "Energy Filler" It exists, but there has never been an accurate image description, so at this time the captain thought for a moment, reached out and took a "charged spar" from an arcanist under him.

This spar shone with a light blue luster, and it obviously contained some energy.

"Show it to us and prove it's a volume filler."

Spark gave orders to the high elves, but the other party was unwilling to cooperate. However, under the "whip" of several arcane spells, he finally limped towards the center of the room...

The arcanists of the "Holy Congregation" were fully on guard against all accidents, but because they were standing at the door of the house, they couldn't see the increasingly unconcealable excited smile on the young apprentice's face——

The "charged spar" was placed on the groove of this strange device, and the faint blue light suddenly bloomed, and then collapsed towards the spar...

"It seems to be right."

After feeling the magic power gushing out like a tsunami, Spark finally relaxed his tense nerves—for him, the task of the "Holy Meeting" was completely completed at this time.

But just when this idea appeared in his mind, the elements that spread like a blowout in front of him made him frown... Logically, these energies should be charged into the spar, but the current situation seems like ——

Elemental Diffusion?

"How is this going?"

He yelled, but then he saw the high elf standing in front of him slowly open his arms, as if the dry land was receiving a torrential rain every few years...

"damn stop him"

Although Spark didn't understand what was going on, his instinctive sense of crisis made him immediately decide to act—as soon as the order came out, the surrounding arcanists threw more than a dozen offensive spells into the center of the room

The explosion in the closed space was far more powerful than in the open area, the detonation sound was deafening, and the whole room trembled for a moment.

The smoke and dust cleared away, and the apprentice arcanist who was standing there was completely turned into a puddle of minced meat.

Sparke breathed a sigh of relief, but then he found that the turbulent flow of elements around him did not show signs of stopping... All attacks were nullified by that weird device

"wrong…"

There was some ominous premonition in his heart, and he stared at the corpses all over the ground, but he felt that the other party could not die so easily.

As soon as this idea appeared, Spark immediately noticed the sound of footsteps coming from behind—the arcanists of the "Holy Council" turned their heads together, but saw a door suddenly opened in the corridor behind them. Through the door, high elf arcanists wearing all kinds of robes walked out slowly. They had different looks and different ranks, but their expressions were surprisingly similar, and their eyes were collectively focused on Si Parker's body.

"The volume boosters you want, there are twenty-seven in this city. But here, there are not even half of them..."

More than 20 arcanists seemed to be puppets manipulated collectively, saying exactly the same words at the same time.

Their very different voices are mixed together, but they are unified with arrogance and joking: "However, I still want to thank you for opening these restrictions left by Khadgar..."

The faces of Spark and the others changed drastically, and they realized at the same time that they seemed to have fallen into a huge trap since entering this city

"It's really not easy to lure you here... But in order to restore my strength, I was insulted by you a few times... What's the point?"

In the increasingly powerful elemental light, these high elf arcanists suddenly raised their hands collectively, and just before Spark had time to react, they blasted all the violent elements on him——

Spark flew out without any suspense.

"sip"

His body directly smashed a hole in the wall, and the terrifying force smashed all the bones of Spark's body on the spot, causing him to die before he could even say a word...

The remaining members of the "Saint Council" were dumbfounded by the fright. They raised their hands and prepared to fight back, but found that more and more high elf arcanists poured out from behind the hidden stone doors on both sides of the corridor.

The expressions of all the high elves were dull, except for the fiery light in their eyes. They spoke slowly, and the words with countless echoes became the most terrifying nightmare in the ears of all the "holy congregation" arcanists——

"Want to run? Turing will play with you slowly..."

(to be continued)