After the holy sword is broken

Alger pinched its neck, looking at it calmly with a pair of silver-gray eyes.

The black mist chains were still wrapped around him, but he was not affected at all, and the hand pinching the shadow even lifted a little bit upwards.

The black shadow struggled in the air, frantically mobilizing the power of the magic circle, trying to restrain the person who brought it a great threat.

The black mist chains twisted, tightened, stretched, pulled, wrapped around the neck of the silver-haired executor, and tightened bit by bit, but the hand holding it remained motionless.

Wisps of black air wanted to infiltrate from the human skin, but there was no way to do it, and it accumulated little by little around.

"Killing you, will the ceremony be terminated?" Alger's calm voice sounded in its ears, and it was as cold and cruel as it came from the abyss of hell.

"no, do not want!!!"

It just wants to live, it just wants to live from beginning to end!Why do you treat it like this?

This impermanent fate, this damned hopelessness!

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't want to go to hell!!!"

A great panic enveloped it, its voice trembled, its struggling movements were chaotic, and its ability to penetrate the entity could not let it escape from the clutches of the person in front of it.

"Why? That lich killed hundreds or thousands of times more people than me. He did evil and blasphemed! Anyone can kill me, but that lich still has a loyal old department to find sacrifices for him. Single-mindedly resurrect him and let him enslave.

"Why? Why?!"

The shrill voice was stained with crying, and the shrill and vicious pierced the eardrums, hitting the soul hard.

"Because you are mages? Are you important people?" After two questionings, Soi Ying's voice suddenly dropped, and he began to mutter words that no one could understand, and sometimes let out a piercing laugh.

"answer my question."

Alger tightened his fingers: "Who is the Lich? Where is he?"

"Haha, haha, he's here, over there..."

The black shadow pointed in one direction: "In a mountain range over there, he hid so deep that even the moonlight couldn't shine on him, like a mouse in the gutter, hahahahaha.

"Go to him, priest of justice, who will never be there when he should come, messenger of the gods!"

The epee fell with light, and the black mist and chains dissipated instantly.

The extinguished torch fell down with a crisp sound, and the kraft paper fell lightly and covered it.

There was silence in the cave.

Burgess watched Alger approach, and silently came to the cage made of vines.

Holding an epee in his hand, his eyes were dark and dark, his handsome face was expressionless, as cold and ruthless as frosted stone carvings.

The torch had been knocked down by the black chain and extinguished. After the dark red magic circle collapsed, there was no light source in the cave. Only the moonlight shone in from the entrance of the cave, which was dark blue and very dim.

The two stared at each other across the cage without saying a word.

Borgins intuitively felt that the state of the person in front of him was not right.Those silver-gray eyes were full of emotions that were so thick that they couldn't be melted away, and when they met, they would sink involuntarily.

Nameless fear rose from the bottom of my heart, and everyone screamed to escape.

Dangerous, very dangerous, this person in front of him is very dangerous.

but……

Burgess clenched his hands silently, his palms were full of sweat, and his back also had hot flashes, his skin was so sensitive that he could feel the fine down of the fabric, and itched little by little.

There was a strange excitement in my heart, my body trembled uncontrollably, the heart in my chest was beating fast, and I couldn't take a step back.

That person seemed to have some deceptive charm, which made people know the danger, but couldn't help approaching him.

Like succubi in the abyss, no one can escape their temptation.

no, different...

Burgess secretly denied it.

He is special.

"Alger?"

Burgess gave a soft cry.

The person on the opposite side blinked slowly, and Burgess seemed to see a ray of red mist from his eyes in a trance. When he looked closely, three sword lights lit up in front of his eyes.

The cage of vines was cut to pieces, Alger used his sword to pick apart the withered vines, and said in a light tone, "Come out."

He put away his sword, picked out the seven gemstones from the magic circle, and handed them to Burgess together with the extinguished torch and the metal magic device in the corner that was too late to function.

He held the kraft paper that recorded the magic ritual.

"Check to see if the spirituality of the topaz is damaged. If it still can't be used, we're afraid we really need to make another [Drop of Light]."

Alger's voice was calm and soothing, but it couldn't make people feel any peace of mind in the silent cave, but it was a little creepy.

His eyes were still dark, making it difficult to look directly at him.

Is it the same situation as when hunting Chimera?But at that time, it seemed that it was just indifference, and it didn't make people feel fear from the heart like it is now.

Burgess took the pile with his arms, picked out the topaz, placed it on the ground, and put the rest on the side.

He set up a magic oil lamp, lit the wick, took another pen with intricate carvings, dipped it in a bottle of dark blue ink, and began to draw the magic circle.

After the magic circle was drawn, it immediately lit up. The topaz, which no longer had abnormal magic fluctuations, seemed to have opened a shell, revealing its original spirituality, which was the same as before.

"The concealing magic is still there. It is imitating the original power fluctuations of this stone, but there is nothing to cover. In other words, the concealing magic disguises this unproblematic topaz as an ordinary stone. Topaz."

Burgess looked up at Alger and found that the other party did not respond to him.

"Alger?"

Only then did the silver-haired executor slowly say, "It's a bit confusing."

"It means that we are going to kill the Lich, the Lich mentioned by the black shadow."

Borgins looked up at him: "Although this concealment magic doesn't have much effect on the topaz itself, it is likely to affect other aspects of holy sword casting."

"But isn't this stone pre-treated? Why does it have the same power fluctuations as a completely natural gemstone?"

"I haven't used the potion in the next stage to stimulate it. If you want to see the magic wave belonging to [Bright Drop], I can change to a magic circle."

"No, let's go." Alger put away the kraft paper, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Burgess asked as he got up and wiped off his pen nib, put away all his things.

"Didn't you say you want to kill the Lich?"

Burgess caught up two steps, and lit the torch in his hand before Alger hit the rock wall.

"The current magic effect is not as complicated as before. A single mask can be lifted directly by magic means. I said killing the lich is just to simplify the language, and it is not necessary to execute it. And, do you know where he is?"

"I know. I felt the wrath of the lich when I killed that black specter."

"The wrath of the Lich... If it wasn't for the concealment magic that would affect the holy sword, wouldn't you plan to take care of him?"

Being missed by a lich is a very terrifying thing. You never know whether you will die from a curse or the entanglement of the undead.The shadow of death will follow you everywhere, engulfing you suddenly at some point.

Argel remained silent.

"It seems that you are really not afraid of ghosts now."

Hearing this, Alger knew that the other party was teasing him about sharing a bed with Dana because he was afraid of the undead when he was a child, so he curled his mouth helplessly.

"Aren't you afraid it's another trap? Your '[Flaming Thorn] Veritaserum' was exposed by the prisoner."

Walking in the chaotic earth-yellow space, Burgess' tone was not without ridicule.

Alger just smiled very shallowly, and didn't refute.

Burgess felt strange instead.

"You really didn't see it?"

Alger didn't reply to this sentence, but said: "That black shadow, as he said, used to be an ordinary person. After he became a servant of the Lich, he didn't have any way to contact the real mage.

"So, he doesn't know what your name represents, he doesn't know the basic elements of magic rituals, the power attributes of gems, and he doesn't know—"

Alger's voice paused for a moment: "Devils can be summoned, and the same goes for devils who are in the abyss with them.

"Moreover, in the circle of mages, summoning demons or devils is a very common behavior. Even among the nine current executors of the Poetry of Truth, there is a demon contractor."

There is a huge barrier between the main material plane and the lower plane.The so-called Gate of Hell is the weakest point of connection between the two planes. Demons from the lower plane always want to invade the mainland. Therefore, the flames of war at the Gate of Hell will never end.

In addition to breaking through the gates of hell, the dark and frail human heart, the place of desire without faith, these fertile soils for evil breeding are all the cracks where demons poke their hands into the world.

Arcane art distorts reality, mages know the rules, and summoning and sacrifice break the barrier of boundaries.

Demons want to come to the world, and human mages also want to use the power of demons, so the transaction is established.

Blacksmithing is a detailed branch of ancient alchemy that has been passed down to the present, and blacksmiths are also classified as mages in terms of categories.

Although they can hardly cast spells directly like ordinary mages, the basic theory and common sense are common.So Burgess is no stranger to this stuff.

He continued naturally: "But judging by its reaction, the Lich didn't seem to be successful? Unfortunately, it even caught up with me."

"Perhaps it is to summon high-level demons. With the strength of most liches, low-level demons are almost useless to them."

Dealing with evil beings is a very dangerous thing, and the difficulty and danger of summoning them, of course, also increases with the rank of the demon.

The more powerful the summoned object, the more difficult and dangerous the process will be.

"But as long as the lich keeps the phylactery, it can be revived. How did it fall to the point of needing someone to save it?" Burgess couldn't figure it out.

The previous black shadow said that there was an old department looking for sacrifices for the Lich and resurrecting him.

Alger shook his head: "On the road of pursuing magic, there are too many accidents. Even a lich who can theoretically live forever cannot avoid it."

"You're walking too fast," said Burgess, trotting two steps.

Alger slowed down a little: "The sacrifices are likely to be those missing children."

The "Eye of the Vault of Heaven" used clever words to conceal part of the truth from him.

Borgins remembered what the other party said earlier, the information obtained in the "Eye of the Sky" - there are many mysteriously missing slum children in the surrounding towns.

"What? Now I'm going to take care of it again? The concealing magic on the gemstone can be eliminated directly by magic means, but you chose a more dangerous way, just for those children?

"Your justice..." Burgess shook his head, repeating the old saying: "It's really strange that the same group of innocent people should be treated completely differently because of the way they were victimized."

Alger stopped suddenly and looked at Burgess.

His eyes were no longer dark, and the dreadful aura on his body had subsided. At this moment, his handsome face was only serious and serious, as rigid as ever.

"I don't understand either," he said.

Burgess raised an eyebrow.

Alger continued: "So I must first practice these dogmas that are extremely rigid in your eyes. I must first ensure that I do not make mistakes, and then pursue absolute correctness."

Burgess held the torch, and the orange-red light reflected on his face, making him look warm and soft.

He was silent for a while, and then said: "I respect your persistence, please continue."