Chapter 277 Sorry, You Can't Protect Her!

Da Da Da...

Mitra stayed in the castle all day and didn't go out.

According to the plan she had discussed with Old Jack before, she only needed to wait for the arrival of the "distorted wizard" Wayne and follow his arrangements.

If Wayne hadn't appeared in the middle of the journey to replace Jonathan, she might still be a little nervous.

But after meeting the young wizard, Mitra felt much more at ease.

She didn't like Old Jack's arrangement very much, but because of the connection between the Desire Cult and Ales, she had to pretend to be submissive temporarily.

So while waiting, she was not idle.

While rehearsing in her mind what to say and do when she met Old Jack again, she contacted other followers of the Desire Cult and the mysterious leader through a secret passage.

After trying several times, a voice came from the statue of the Lord of Desire, and the pink source of desire covered the wooden sculpture.

"Mitra, you disturbed my 'meal'."

That was even more charming than Claire, with a hint of temptation at all times.

"Sorry, Headmaster Amina."

"Forget it, tell me, what's the matter?"

The owner of the voice, Amina, was lazy, with a faint breath, like a melody, which made people imagine.

Mitra was no longer surprised by this. She frowned and said, "Headmaster, do you know what happened to me on Alexei Island?"

"What? Did Ales embarrass you again?"

"He killed 'Pretty Hands' and asked me to replace him!" Mitra complained directly, snorting, "You know the identity of 'Pretty Hands' on the Black Pearl. If he does this, will the emperor let me go once it gets out?"

"Before in the Caster City-State, those more petty Glory Society nobles didn't make you surrender, let alone Isabello who was hiding to heal his wounds." The voice did not respond to her dissatisfaction, but asked back:

"I don't think this should be the main reason you contacted me, right?"

"I can't hide it from the Headmaster," Mitra said with a little dissatisfaction, "You may not know Ah "Les asked me to pretend to be 'Pretty Hands' to do this."

"They actually asked me to get close to 'Deformed Wizard' Wayne Loft and act as a spy."

"Just last night, the 'Deformed Wizard' just killed 'One-Eyed' Adorad Walls."

"And I was in the arena at the time. The wizard's strength was too terrifying. With just one spell, everyone fainted. I..."

At this point, Mitra showed a wronged expression on her face and said in a delicate voice: "Headmaster, I'm really not sure I can hide it from him..."

"You were in the arena last night?" Amina said in a much more serious tone, "Tell me the whole process in detail."

"Yes!"

Then, Mitra told the Headmaster everything that happened in the arena through the statue of the Lord of Desire.

Or in other words, it was a purposeful complaint.

"...His strength is simply not something that ordinary extraordinary people can deal with."

"You said, what exactly does Ales want me to do by asking me to approach such a person?"

"I even suspect that they want me, a follower of the Desire Sect, to die on my own initiative."

After saying this, Mitra stopped and quietly waited for the feedback from the Holy Statue.

Hopefully the plan will work, at worst, he must find out the cards of Ales and his people, or impress the content of the deal with Amina, the head of the church.

She knows the character of the head of the church very well-he enjoys himself all the time!

So she judged that the head of the church should not know about the widely spread news like the "deformed wizard" killing the "one-eyed man".

It is more appropriate to use this point as a starting point.

After a long silence, Amina's voice came from the ugly statue as deformed.

"I understand. Just follow what Ales and the others said and approach the wizard."

"But Master, I..."

Amina interrupted: "With the power of that forbidden object, even ordinary legendary-level people can't see through your disguise. Your safety is guaranteed."

"And compared with the previous Caster City-State, this mission is not difficult."

"Master Master, I know all you said, but," Mitra said relentlessly: "In Caster City-State, I know my mission very well, and I know their strength very well."

"And now, the formal wizard who was originally considered has become a great wizard, and even in some aspects is no less than a legendary wizard."

"So what? What do you want?"

"I want to know why you, or the Desire Sect, want to help the former director in this way!"

Mitra emphasized the word "former", expressing his attitude while implying the idea of ​​burning his boats.

If you don't tell me, then I won't do it!

There was another long silence. Amina sighed softly and said, "As you wish."

"The reason why we have to help Ales is because he wants the revival of the 'Great Lord' in exchange."

The Great Lord? !

Mitra's body shook, and he said in shock: "You, are you talking about that?"

"Yes, it is the great existence who chose you as a vessel!"

"He, how did he know?"

"Don't ask this. In short, neither the sect nor Ales will let you get into trouble easily."

Amina did not answer, and her tone was a little cold: "You just need to do this thing well, and you can quietly wait for the 'Great Lord' to reappear in you!"

Reappear...

Isn't it just devouring?

Mitra's eyes showed some reluctance, biting his lips to feel the bloody smell, and whispered:

"Can I know how much time is left?"

"Soon."

After the voice fell, the pink halo on the statue slowly dissipated.

A trace of desire power permeated the entire room, gradually shrouding Mitra's figure.

For a long time.

"God..."

Mitra's voice was a little complicated.

Reluctance, disgust, fear...but there is no desire!

Although she hoped very much that this was not true, she knew very well that Amina would never joke about things related to the Lord of Desire.

At the same time, she was also very confused.

Wondering where did Ales and the others get the Kingdom of Desire that even the Desire Cult itself could not find?

However, Mitra knew that he was in big trouble now.

Not only did he have to deal with Ales, his master, but also the trouble of the Lord of Desire waking up and descending on her, the container...

In comparison, Ales was nothing.

Thinking of this, Mitra sighed.

Now that things have come to this, I am afraid that I can only help the master to get rid of Ales and others in the last minute.

Hope...

...

...

On the top of the main tower of the castle, which neither Mitra nor "Honatan" noticed, a slender figure overlooked the entire Alexei city-state.

A one-piece black robe, with a hood covering the head, under the light of the red moon, a faint red mist emanated from his body.

Ales did not take the conversation between Mitra and Amina, the leader of the Desire Cult, to heart.

The chips given out are the deal.

Whether the people of the Desire Cult are willing or not, the contract has been made, and on this Alexei Island, Mitra still has to follow his arrangements.

"Wayne..."

Ales' voice was very low and slightly hoarse.

Unexpectedly, Wayne is the one in the most trouble now.

He couldn't help but think of that night. If it weren't for this young wizard he never took seriously, maybe...

No, there is no maybe!

In that long river of fate, everything is almost doomed.

Not only him, but also Old Jack, Mitra, Wayne, and even the lady of disaster.

Even if they are as strong as gods, they still cannot escape the scouring of the long river of fate!

Ales knew very well that he was just unwilling to accept it.

He was unwilling to accept that his years of planning were destroyed by a bug that suddenly broke in, even if it looked like it was a powerful bug now...

"You seem very melancholy?"

At this time, a chuckle came from the shadow below the tower.

"I'm here."

Ales, who heard the voice, didn't care about his hiding, and said coldly: "You came earlier than I expected."

The two of them were up and down, separated by the tiles on the top of the tower, and no one had the intention to actively look for each other.

"We have always been very concerned about matters related to the sect."

The black shadow laughed again, "But I didn't expect that when we meet again, you would still be as embarrassed as before."

Ales pursed his lips slightly, and his black eyes flickered faintly under the hood.

"It seems that you don't like to hear these words, so let's talk about something else."

The black shadow didn't care about his silence and continued: "Your plan failed. They took the sailboat away, but destroyed it. How to continue now?"

"Failed?"

Ales shook his head slightly, "I never said that there was only one kind of disaster power on that boat."

"Oh?"

"And fate."

"Fate?"

The black shadow didn't laugh again. The more powerful the extraordinary person is, the more sensitive he is to the word fate. "Ales, you know, I didn't come here to joke with you."

"Of course, I didn't."

"Tell me, what can I do to take His Majesty away!"

Ales sighed slightly, knowing that the people below were different from Old Jack and Mitra, and said:

"Asmir, you are still so impatient."

The black shadow took a few steps and came under the red moon. His short body was hunched, his face was full of scars like cuts by knives and axes, and his triangular eyes were full of viciousness.

"At first, I thought you would succeed. But the result is that the Kingdom of Disaster is still with her."

"So now I don't believe you anymore, Alais!"

"Who else can you trust besides me? Don't forget, it was me who brought her out of the ice, and it was me who controlled the 'key'."

Alais's mouth curled up, pulling out a playful smile, and his tone was even more playful:

"Besides, you don't have much time, right?"

Hiss!

A crisp sound of breaking through the air passed by, and the black shadow came behind Alais, and the dagger in his hand fell on his neck.

"You, damn it!"

"It's not me who should be damned, but Tina." Ales rolled his eyelids, looked at the dagger, and smiled: "Asmir, why don't you recognize yourself? Your goal is that country."

"Otherwise, is it to kill you?"

The black shadow sneered: "If you had successfully absorbed her source of disaster before, that country would have been in your hands, not like now."

"Are you scared? Oh, I remember that the priests of your disaster sect can't do anything to Tina, haha..."

These more humiliating words made the hunched old man look even uglier.

"You, you are looking for death!"

Feeling the biting murderous intent, Ales raised his hands slowly, looking like surrender, and said:

"Sorry, sorry, as an ally, I shouldn't say such things."

"..."

Seeing such a rogue Alais, Asmir slowly retracted the dagger, "I have lost my patience!"

"I know, so are you ready to end everyone here?"

"Including those two saints?"

"Not two, but four!"

Alais turned around, looked at the rickety old man with a half-smile, and asked, "I believe you are not worried about the revenge of the Dawn Church, right?"

"Ling Ming? Once I take control of that country, in this divine forbidden era, even Ming Ming himself will be unable to do anything to me."

"hope so……"

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what to do next!"

"Already doing it."

"Huh?" Asmir looked at him in surprise.

Alais's smile remained unchanged, "If the power of disaster in Tina is so strong that even she can't control it, what do you think will happen?"

"Disaster? You..."

"Just as you thought!"

Alais bowed slightly, like an aristocratic gentleman.

"The Legend of Asmir Clift, please be patient and enjoy the beginning of this show."

The rickety old man Asmir was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Hahaha... You are as crazy as ever, but I am looking forward to seeing that scene!"

"Looking forward to it too!"

Alais waved his hand to block his voice, a slight smile on his face.

Wayne...

Sorry, you can't protect her!

…

…

Theater space, studio interior.

After losing 101 points of origin, Wei En did not stop there.

Instead, they took out the undead zombies one after another and used the deception-speaking talent on them.

However, he did not go directly to legends like before, but tried to resemble pigs, aberrations, living people, and even priests and wizards.

"Is this the result?"

I thought there would be a surprise.

However, the fact is that after deception-word spirits change their cognition, their form cannot be changed, at least they cannot really become aberrations.

The original characteristics cannot be changed, especially the power of faith of the priests, but they can be imitated and say "praise the dawn".

This is especially true for wizards. Without any knowledge of magic runes or runes, even if they exist in Wei En's knowledge, the zombies cannot use them.

Of course, such an attempt does not consume much of the source, just a little.

Then Wei En tested how to upgrade a minister-level zombie to the director-level, which cost five points...

feasible!

Moreover, the attack power of zombies that reach the director level does indeed match the level, and the duration is also extended to one hundred seconds.

At the same time, after the duration ends, the zombies are not wiped out, but become very weak, and the consumption of the original core is huge.

But after further upgrading it to the ruling level, the zombies will die suddenly after fifty seconds.

From this, it is inferred that the deception-word spirit can increase the power of others.

However, it can only be improved by one level at most, and any more means death.

Generally speaking, the effect of word spirit is much stronger than that of psychological control, and it has a very strange power.

"talent……"

Wei En recorded these contents and sighed.

The unimaginably powerful power also reflects its unusual nature.

I really don’t know how many things are hidden behind the deception talent...

After doing this, Wayne looked at the clock time and estimated that no one would disturb Honatan on Alexei Island at night.

Then he wrote a redemption list, replenished the instruments and materials in the studio, and remade a new mechanical undead.

Been busy for hours——

[Congratulations, have a safe day. Evaluation: A great wizard, not bad, not bad haha... Reward: +3 survival points. 】

The prompt on the panel flashed, and a new day arrived.

Wei En stayed up all night, looking at the ministerial-level mechanical zombie that was created again, and shook his head:

"No. 3, you will call me No. 3."

"Ho ho..."

Unlike No. 1, who is arrogant, and No. 2, who is shrewd, No. 3 is an undead creature that is less courageous.

He didn't even talk much.

Wei En looked at the mechanical zombie No. 3 huddled in the bone prison, and then took out the remaining undead core and threw it in.

"Eat quickly. Eat well and advance to the next level."

Number 3 looked at the undead core on the ground, his body trembling, but he never went over to pick it up and eat it.

"Okay, why don't you advance?"

Wei En smiled and said, "Of course you can. If you don't advance, you won't even have to be an undead person. It's your choice."

"..."

Number 3 was silent for a few seconds, stretched out his mechanical hand to pick up the undead cores, and put them into his mouth one by one.

It eats very slowly, leaving some time for the two origin cores to absorb.

"very nice."

Wayne was very satisfied with this, which at least showed that in addition to being cautious, No. 3 was also smart enough.

After completing the relevant research records as usual, he glanced at the clock.

On the steam clock, the gears clicked and turned, the pendulum swung left and right, and the time showed six o'clock in the morning.

Wei En let out a long breath, cleaned up the studio, opened the door and went out.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Sharapova."

Miss Zombie was waiting at the studio door as usual.

He walked to the center of the stage, looked at the empty dining table, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Where's Pavla?"

"Her, training area."

Wayne smiled in his heart. This "kind" inheritor of power still abided by the agreement.

"Tina is not here either?"

Most of the time, Tina appeared at the dining table with Sharapova.

"She didn't come out." Miss Zombie shook her head stiffly.

"Oh, I'll go call her. Breakfast is required."

Wayne walked to the rest area, stopped in front of the wooden door with a clown head, and pushed the door open.

"Tina... huh!?"