After the holy sword is broken

"Are you sure you didn't come back with an ordinary cat?"

The mage Dana, the witch Lena, and the blacksmith Burgess stood in a circle with a little black cat in the middle.

Hearing Dana's question, Burgess said in a flat tone: "Apart from Alger, is there any cat surrounded by three strangers that can sit here peacefully and lick its paws?"

Upon hearing this answer, both the witch and the mage nodded thoughtfully.

On the contrary, the black cat on the ground, after hearing what Burgess said, stared blankly at the paw he had just licked, as if he didn't even understand his licking paw.

"You finally remembered that you are not a cat." Burgess said in a cool tone, "Hurry up and change back, I know you can break this magic."

The black cat lowered its paws and sat on the spot dignifiedly, without any intention of changing back.

Now it is night, the gates of the Verse of Truth are closed again, and the ceremony is ready, but not yet the best time for the ceremony.

Therefore, the three of them had time to sit here and watch the black cat version of Alger licking his paws.

"It seems that he hates his half-demon form far more than the black cat form." The mage said slowly.

"I'm really curious, to what extent has it been eroded, so shameful?"

The spell book floated out from the wide cuff of the robe, suspended in mid-air, and turned the pages automatically.

"Hold him for me."

"Okay!"

Lena responded positively to Dana's words. The witch's spell was short and effective, and the power of a mage's hand held the black cat tightly in place.

If it wants to escape the shackles of this magic, the power it needs to use will definitely allow it to break through the transformation technique left by the druid.

If you don't break free... Dana's spell of breaking the transformation magic is almost finished.

Anyway, he couldn't escape the fate of changing back to his original state, Alger still chose to take the initiative to change back, retaining what little dignity he had left.

The light faded, and the black cat disappeared, replaced by a semi-demon with distinctive features.

On the head is a pair of spirally twisted horns, the silver-gray hair is longer than before, hanging down to the shoulders, and the crimson eyes emit a faint red light.

The strange red magic lines spread from the forehead to the end of the eyes, and there are black scales under the temples.The bright red lips showed two fangs at the corners of the lips.

The huge bat wings are gathered behind the back, the texture of the skeleton is like jade, and the film between the wing bones shows complex dark lines, implying the profound meaning of chaos and destruction.

The expression on that handsome face was also different from usual.The corners of the mouth are always hooked like nothing, like joking, hiding ambiguity.

The moment I saw him, it was as if I had glimpsed the deepest desire hidden in my heart.

Lena took a deep breath and murmured, "Why do you have to hide it when it's so beautiful?"

A helpless and puzzled expression appeared on the face that looked evil due to demonization: "Is this beautiful?"

He touched the magic pattern on his forehead.

"Don't you think it's dirty? Even myself, I feel...disgusted from the bottom of my heart."

In the end, his articulation became stronger.

"You hate this half of your bloodline so much?" The mage closed the spell book, "I looked at your face and wanted to persuade you to change your gender."

Alger couldn't understand: "Just for this appearance?"

"Cough, no," Dana pointed to the people around him, "I think Burgess seems to like it."

Burgess, who had been silent all this time, was suddenly called on and was taken aback for a moment.Under Alger's gaze, he turned his head silently, and then raised a hand to block in front of him, covering his reddish cheeks.

"No, I don't like a certain look of you, as long as it is you, I like it, so..."

Alger sighed.

"Don't console me."

Dana, Lena, Burgess: ...No, it's the truth.

"You're too hard on yourself," Dana finally said.

"An existence without selfishness and absolute purity is a saint. Or is your goal to become a saint?"

Alger shook his head: "How could I..."

How could he be a saint?How can a despicable person like him insult the Holy Word.

"Then accept yourself, no one asks you to be perfect."

The mage raised his head and looked at the double moons in the sky: "It's time, let's start the ceremony."

This time the ceremony was presided over by Dana.

"I specialize in sealing, what's wrong?" Dana asked his best friend standing in front of the magic circle.

"It's just that I'm not used to it."

Dana smiled, raised the ritual sword in his hand, and tapped his shoulder lightly with the tip of the sword: "Kneel down."

Replace the holy sword with an ordinary ritual sword, and replace the god drop with a potion.The mage borrowed the mysterious power to forcibly turn the roulette wheel of fate, to seal the half that belongs to the abyss forever.

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

The ritual sword is held over the subject's head and pressed down bit by bit.

The forces of darkness and light collide with each other and continue to stir.

The protective magic circle of the poem of truth has been activated to prevent excessive power from escaping and causing damage to the entire dock town.

Can't hold it down.

Sweat rolled down from the mage's forehead, and the hand holding the ritual sword trembled a little.

The power is too strong and has exceeded expectations.

"Alger, call on the holy name of the Lord." Dana said.

Only with the help of the power of the gods.

The god|name of the god of order and law came out of Alger's mouth with difficulty.

The priest who stood by would also agree, raised the magic scepter in his hand, and recited the prayers he had prepared.

Endless holy light enveloped this place.

Divine power descends.

The twisted horns disappeared in the holy light at some point.

The red demonic pattern on his forehead also gradually faded away.

The crimson pupils dissipated the blood color and returned to the luster of silver gray.

The huge bat wings on the back suddenly unfolded, like the shadow of a tree, shattered in the endless light.

Until the golden holy light dissipated, the ritual sword fell to the ground, and Dana sat down on his knees.The young man in the center of the magic circle has returned to his original appearance.

"It's too difficult without the holy sword..."

Dana looked at the rising morning light in the sky, and murmured.

He pulled the sleeve of Burgess who came over to check the situation, and enjoined: "Forge the sword early, or the next time I get sick, I'm afraid it will be really hopeless."

There are no more [Drop of Light] potions, which means that this magic ceremony cannot be copied.

"Speaking of this," Argel stood up with difficulty from the magic circle, staggered twice, and walked out slowly, "Do you still remember the teleportation coordinates when you hunted Chimera last time?"

"What's the matter?" The mage's voice was full of tiredness and dragged on for a long time.

"Open the portal again, let's meet the red dragon and confirm one thing."

Dana raised his hand and put it down again, his eyes were so tired that he lost his eyes: "Let me rest for a while..."

Although in terms of professional strength, it is true that mages are masters, but don't really treat mages as human beings.

"What a coincidence? We ran into someone who we hadn't been able to find in the whole continent for more than 1000 years."

"Have you ever thought about the possibility that other people who found her have become red dragon's snacks."

Dana shrugged: "Well, according to what you said, how can we ensure that we won't become its dinner?

"Since it can hide and deny the agreement with the poem of truth, then it probably doesn't mind using the method of eating the negotiators to continue this style."

Alger choked for a moment: "...going at noon?"

It's less likely to be dinner, and more likely to be lunch.

Dana looked at him for a while: "What a good idea."

Burgess on the side laughed.

"Don't be so pessimistic. If it doesn't want to fulfill its promise anyway, it won't take the initiative to show up last time."

"But last time we killed its watchdog first." Dana raised his hands, "Isn't it normal to come out and take a look?"

"It can survive like this, which means that it really doesn't want to fight us. Quickly open the portal, who said before that we need to quickly forge swords?"

Alger urged.

The mage looked at the sky: "Not today, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, and probably not the day after tomorrow."

"why?"

Dana squinted at him with an expression of "you still have the face to ask why".

"Isn't it because the ceremony was too difficult, so I paid a little price, and if you ask me more, believe it or not, I'll just spit blood for you?"

Alger pressed down with his hand, and made a calm gesture: "Why don't you give the coordinates to Your Excellency Fei Liya and ask her to help open the portal?"

"She's not here. After changing the ceremony, she left." The mage closed his eyes and slowly leaned back in the chair.

"We checked the entire Duke's mansion and found nothing that conflicted with the magic theory and basic logic, but we still couldn't explain why Duke Iris could escape under complete surveillance."

Bertha reported the situation as she walked.

Beside her is her sister Kath.Walking in front was the mage Fei Liya who had just rushed to Wangcheng from Dock Town.

Poetry of Truth, currently the most knowledgeable mage, carefully inspected every part of the Duke's Mansion.

"Are all the intersection points between the mirror world and reality in the Duke's Mansion?"

Cass shook her head: "There are other connections, Duke Iris is very cunning, leaving enough escape for himself.

"But even if this is the case, he would never have thought that I could directly sacrifice the entire Mirror Realm, leaving no other entrances and exits, and the impact would not be great."

After the mirror world was sacrificed, the ownership no longer belonged to Duke Iris or the demon contractor Kath, but belonged to the existence of the lower plane who accepted the sacrifice.

No matter how many secret doors are left, they can no longer be opened.

"And I also confirmed at the time that at the moment of the sacrifice, he was not in the mirror world."

There is a huge difference in the strength that a mage outside the mage tower and a mage inside his own mage tower can display.

Similarly, the strength of a mage tower with a mage and a mage tower without a mage are also very different.

Cass, who only has a small part of the authority in the mirror world, has a very high difficulty in ensuring that the authority she has is not discovered by the original owner.

Not to mention sacrificing the mage tower in the presence of the master?

Philia nodded.

The shadows of the three slid across the broken ground.The floor tiles were broken and uneven, distorting the outlines of shadows into strange shapes.

Suddenly, the leader stopped.

Take half a step back.

"Ms. Philia, what's the matter?" Bertha asked.

Felia didn't answer, she lowered her head and chanted a spell, and made a grabbing motion towards the ground.

The mage's hand lifted a shard of upturned floor tile.

Below is a complicated magic circuit, in the dim corridor of the former Duke's mansion, emitting a faint blue light, obviously still in operation.

"This is?" Kath frowned.

They have been undercover in the Duke's mansion for many years, and they never knew that there was such an arrangement.

A black bat flew from the end of the corridor with a letter in its mouth.

Bertha caught the bat, took off the letter, and opened it.

The blood-borne mystic, who had always been steady, had a surprised expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Philia asked.

"A message from the Eye of the Sky, Duke Iris... is dead."