Dawn of the Grey Tower

It is bait to create a magic vortex. Cheese himself is a fisherman. There needs to be a medium in between, and that medium doesn't need to be a full rod, just a hook that fits so that the hooked fish can never escape.

In other words, he needed an attack powerful enough to make the mages who came to check lose the ability to disrupt follow-up actions. This is a big or small difficulty, and there are many ways to achieve it. After all, on the premise that the opponent has already taken the lead, the opponent must not have enough vigilance, and winning in one fell swoop is not the point. The point is, how to take down those mages and what comes after that.

Rude spellcasting can lead to a cascade of follow-up reactions, and this is a land of magic, and offensive spells are particularly noticeable. Cheese didn't want to take unnecessary risks. He hid in a dark corner, listening to the approaching footsteps, silently calculating the number, location and array relationship of these people.

Very good, everyone has come, then as long as the action is fast enough and accurate enough is enough. Judging from the observation just now, none of these mages wore any combat armor, which was in line with their habits. And most of the defensive spells that casters attach to their clothing are aimed at spells, especially in the City of All Laws.

"It seems to be a magical cyclone. The question is, how did it appear."

"Wow, the structure of this thing is so ingenious, I want to solidify it into a crystal ball and store it!"

"Don't relax, it's not normal."

"There's nothing abnormal about this. Where there is enough magic, there will always be some subtle anomalies. That just shows that we don't know enough about it."

The words of the fourth mage made the others nodded in agreement, but they quickly realized that the person who spoke did not seem to be any mage they knew. And the origin of that voice did not come from the crowd.

Then, there is the sound of a blunt blow. Cheese's footsteps are very light, but the movements of his hands are extremely fierce. He knows that if one blow fails to achieve the effect of incapacitating the opponent, it will cause huge trouble later.

Under such circumstances, he had to admit that he was incapable of ensuring the survival of these mages. Although it doesn't look like it, it is indeed the center of a battle. People who can't even protect their own people on the battlefield are not qualified to be kind to the enemy. Cheese must keep the lifting platform in his hands, even if he kills all these mages, he will not hesitate.

This is the conflict, so absurd, so unreasonable.

Warm blood splattered from the smashed skin, mixed with small pieces of minced meat, and fell onto Cheese's face. He could turn a blind eye to this, treat the people he had knocked down as some kind of experiment or test equipment, and use his cold rationality to implement the line just now, knocking them all down in one go.

He did so, but Gray Robe himself understood that his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface. He could feel that in addition to his disgust for himself, there was something else coming along with the smell of blood. He could feel that there seemed to be a thin membrane between his body and his mind, which made the body react faster than thinking.

excited. Cheese knew this feeling, and he often felt it when he was in contact with the spirits and their attendants on the prairie. That is the urge to be a living being, from intense stimuli of pleasure, sadness, pain, etc., including violence, of course.

Rather, many perpetrators feel alive, like pure animals, only under the influence of this euphoria. Cheese doesn't know why he has this urge at this time. He admits that he doesn't think there is any joy in smashing the heads of some mages with Breath of Dawn. He is constantly criticizing this kind of violence in his heart. , but his body doesn't seem to think so, it's excited.

Cheese brought down the last mage and let out a sigh of turbid air. The impulse in his body did not disappear. The beast was howling and howling, letting him kill the mage and let more blood flow out. This kind of blood-devouring desire made Gray Robe naturally think of an existence, a tower of flesh and blood. Among the speechless ones were the followers of this evil god, which he had investigated before.

The evil god, who likes to make all kinds of appalling objects out of biological flesh, is also related to a similar impulse, and the priests of the flesh tower often lead certain pagan rituals that make believers kill each other to please the evil god. Cheese suspected that he had unwittingly been influenced by him.

This influence should only come from him entering the bottom layer, and it is not direct. Given the sensitivity of the gray robe to the cultists, if there is a Heretic God priest hiding in the dark and casting spells on him, then he will definitely not miss it. The only explanation is that the entire bottom layer has undergone some degree of mutation under the influence of the evil god's power, like a poison floating in the air that cannot be detected.

And Cheese's actions can be regarded as stimulating the potential of poison, which makes him have this inexplicable excitement. The premise of triggering this excitement should be related to direct violence. He didn't have such a reaction when he attacked the mages before, but as soon as he used violence, the excitement suddenly came up.

"It should be that a large number of Heretic God believers gathered in a limited space, and the power between them resonated. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Cheese confirmed that the fallen mages had no chance of getting up. Whispering to himself, he tried to suppress the urge.

He walked to the elevator controls, but began to hesitate to put it on. If it was a goblin or a killer who did it just now, would they still be able to resist the temptation of excitement? If they can't resist, should I still bring them here?

The power of the Flesh Tower is not magic, and even he himself has no good way to block it. Once a battle is launched here, the consequences will be disastrous.

But this is not a question of whether to do it or not. The current situation is that with the strength of Cheese alone, there is absolutely no way to disintegrate the power of the Speechless. He needed that force, and they were the real mainstay of the operation.

The heavy wooden crossbar was lifted, and Cheese could hear the sound of gears turning from the counterweight well next to him, presumably the lift platform had already moved upwards. The next thing he has to do is to stay here and not let the speechless who hear the sound come to interfere or damage until the troops arrive.

Gray Robe sat down, put the lantern beside his feet, held the alchemy dice in his hand, and counted silently in his heart, calculating the time it would take for the troops to get on the platform.

At the same time, his eyes looked deeper, waiting for the mage or cult who might jump out at any time, the magic power flowing in his eyes, vibrating like the pulse of a living animal.

"The platform can be pulled down." Boffis' clone said softly. Cheese stretched out his hand and pulled down the joystick. The enemy he imagined came to block has not yet appeared. Why? Can't tell people apart because they're dealing with tougher problems? Or do they think they can fight better here?

The answer will soon be known.

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