The setting sun in the sky kept setting, and it was in line with the library's fiery red dome, as if it was integrated into one.

And beneath them, the confrontation between the white-haired rat monster and an old monster seemed to have never appeared in the sight of the humans around them.

They still held a roll of parchment and continued their reading work in a better place.

And right among the crowd, Esky, who was confronting Wasoren, who was holding a skull, spoke.

"I guess, you still regard that thing as your savior?"

The engineer's eyes stared at the nearly black skull, turning the chaotic energy in his body into a green light spot surrounding the entire body.

Esky's own consciousness stings Wasoren's consciousness like flowing lightning in the magic energy.

"What a pity..."

The engineer wanted to say something, but Wasoren interrupted the engineer's sarcastic words and asked calmly.

"He's still alive?"

The vampire's needle-shaped teeth are outside, as if warning engineers not to play tricks.

While moving outward, he gradually moved away from this palace of knowledge, while condensed the viscous black magic energy in his hands.

"He tried to accumulate strength and destroy his hometown, Nehkara."

While introducing Nagassh's current situation, the engineer warlock followed the footprints that appeared on the ground with a breath of death.

They avoided the Lemians who were still studying, and gradually moved away from the library from Wasoren and came to a dark alley.

Here are some lichen plants that have never been seen, mushrooms that are rarely seen in the desert, and fungi like this.

"That is, you knocked him back."

Wasoren suddenly turned around and showed a bad smile on his face that was exactly the same as Esky had before.

"Rat monster, your ability is not as powerful as you brag about."

These things around you are all good materials that attract the wind of death and dark energy, so are these materials that give the person in front of you confidence?

The chaotic energy on the engineer's body became increasingly surging.

The chaotic energy given by God on Eski's body can make a mage judge that it is not the magic energy of the same level of the vampire opposite.

Wasoren snorted coldly, gathering a few black viscous energy from the dark objects around him.

"The caster's ability comes from his will and his understanding of spells."

As he said, the black energy covered the dark plant materials, lichens, debris, moss, mushrooms, and corpses hidden under these things, making Dahl's energy extremely active.

In the shadow that suddenly became endless, the black Dahl energy brought a purple mist.

In the end, they mixed into a purple-black energy, wrapped around Wasoren's dry gray claws, forming a spell that formed several nodes.

"The casting ability of arcane can directly reflect the level of a wizard."

Esky's eyes turned blue and purple and entered the deep magical vision, observing the magical wind in Wasoren's hand...

Soon, he saw Vosoren's old and firm will exist on the sharp claws.

In theory, deep magic vision cannot be seen clearly by the naked eye. All optical effects will be covered by the blue and purple light blocked by the eyes.

In this case, what actually becomes the visual sense of the engineer is actually the magic wind everywhere.

Let the wind of magic become the eyes of the engineer so that he can see through the walls that cannot be seen through with his naked eyes, and his vision can spread several kilometers or even dozens of kilometers away.

It is precisely because he connects his vision with the wind of magic that he can see with his eyes what "will" is like an illusion in the eyes of mortals.

The Devil in Esky

Under the perspective of the law, Vosoren's will was like a piece of salt, making him feel a faint burning pain, and at the same time covering the rotten stinking of this ancient will.

Under the influence of this will, the purple-black energy that mortals could never see clearly flowed into the dark materials in the alley at an increasingly rapid speed, forming a huge net, pulling these messy objects up from the ground.

The debris and lichens continued to overlap, and the decaying skeletons on the ground and the flesh that had been corroded so much that there was not much flesh mixed together, and finally formed two human-shaped monsters about three meters tall.

Between its chest and groin, there are also some mushrooms that have just grown on the ground.

However, there is absolutely no space for the wind of life to be active, and only a dead silence left is left that makes the living feel disgusted.

Wasoren looked proudly at the newly made structure in front of him. The casting skills he had obtained from books over the past few hundred years made every drop of magic energy flow where it should go.

The fresh life passed away unwillingly. The resentful souls they left behind were combined with these dark matter and a little bit of Dahl energy and the wind of death, forming the two more powerful structures in front of them than the legendary Uzant.

"Your zombies are at your level?"

The engineer sarcasticly said, and a large amount of chaotic energy began to gather in his hands, forming a dazzling green light that even mortals could see.

"But it's better than your rough use of energy."

Wasoren fought back with his mouth. Although it had been hundreds of years, no, or because of these hundreds of years of training, he would never let someone beat him with his mouth in spells.

Everything must be seen in the showdown of spells.

The energy in the hands of the white-haired rat monster in front of him became even more enormous, so a ripples appeared in front of him, which was a sign that the magic shield was resisting fluctuations in the method.

"Old monster, you only have this little energy in your body. I really don't know where your confidence comes from."

Esky shouted, the dimensional lightning in his hand had basically taken shape.

Most of the magic of the engineer warlock comes from the gods, and Esky smelled other life in the magic power of Wasoren in front of him.

Using the life and soul of creatures to drive magic is a very effective way, but compared with the continuous energy of the Chaos Demon Realm, it is still much worse.

Just now, Wothoren consumed about 60 magic energy in order to summon these two big guys, about four dimensional stones, and the dimensional lightning in Esky's hand had already gathered nearly 300 energy...

"The old guy who is superstitious about skills, let you see how insignificant your skills are in front of the great power of the gods."

Dimensional lightning shot out along Esky's fingers, but did not rush toward their targets. The green lightning rolled in the space in front of the engineer warlock, and finally formed a dark green plasma column with a diameter of more than two meters.

The green light illuminates the entire alley, and more light illuminates the surroundings along the sky, illuminating the sky that had become dim because of the sun's set, like a strange green daylight.

A dark green light beam flashed by, and the air was filled with green and white steam.

Just like a thirsty traveler tasting the sweet spring, the engineer took a deep breath of the air with the fragrance of dimensional stone, and the scorching gas entered his brain, so that his brain began to heat up.

The alley in front of you has become a smooth and neat circular passage. The smooth circular walls on both sides are crystals formed by the sand on both sides that constitute the building by the previous dimensional lightning columns.

At the end of this passage, there is a bottomless and smooth round hole - this is caused by the engineer who drove all the remaining energy into the underground after destroying the two structures.

"I thought you were dead, old guy."

The engineer looked at the roof on the left, licked his white fangs with his pink tongue, and his face was full of disrespectful mockery towards the old senior.

Black flax seeds buzzing

Passing Esky's meaning to the vampire who hides his body in his cloak to avoid being exposed to the sunset.

"How about it, if you don't want to be attacked continuously by this magic until it turns into steam, I advise you to hand over Nagashe's legacy, so that I can let you go."

Eski cried fiercely on his face, and the bright green energy began to gather on his pink right claw, which was shining with runes.

Green nodes after green nodes slowly appeared in the air. This time these nodes were more detailed than the last time. A spell prototype that was stronger than the last time was being formed.

The engineer knew very well that he was bluffing.

Even if his state has not been lost, his total energy is only about 4,000.

During the previous process of summoning the terror demon, he had already consumed energy. In the temporary mana pool in his eyes, there was only about 200 energy, which was replenished by the Big Horned Rat from the Chaos Demon Realm.

The rest was all supplemented by him with a dimensional stone at the risk of backlash.

Even though he had swallowed dozens of dimensional stone coins before, his spells of this level in his hand could only be released five or six times.

In Esky's mouth, the filthy spell belonging to the Bighorn Rat became louder and louder, and the vampire felt the dangerous aura.

Wasoren jumped down and jumped under the shed covered by a ball of brown fabric on the right.

The black energy instantly covered all areas in the alley, and a ball of purple smoke evaporated and eventually disappeared in the air.

Wausoran looked at the scene in front of him with prickly eyes, revealing needle-shaped teeth under his lips as thin as paper...

This is a new magic he has developed over the past few hundred years. The Realm of Silence can invalidate the spells chanted by the mage through its vocal cords.

As he expected, the engineer had stopped chanting the spell, and only the green magic energy in his hand was still shining.

The medium of sound transmission has been forcibly stopped by the wind of death, and they cannot propagate any vibration. This spell reaches the depths, and even the movement of the most basic substance will be stopped, leaving everything in a true state of static.

According to his research over the past few hundred years, that would cause things to enter a strange state of ice.

However, if he wants to reach that level, the perception of the spellcaster is still too high. At least now, he has no way to release that kind of magic. At most, he will release the silent realm in front of him.

However, this is enough. Without the order of the mage, the chaotic energy, which is more violent than the Dahl energy he used, will soon lose control, allowing the mouse monster to taste the taste of being retaliated by his own magic power and burned to ashes.

"It seems you think that if you limit the spread of sound, I can't cast a spell?"

The sharp voice of the engineer seemed to be transmitted from all directions, and translated it through the inexplicable buzz.

Wasoren looked at the green lightning in the engineer's hand in horror, but only saw a new grin on the corner of the engineer's mouth.

"What a stupid idea."

On the sharp white and sharp teeth, the pink lips are making this lip shape.

Wasoren tried to speak, but found that the sound could not be transmitted outside. The spell that belonged to him was still in effect.
To be continued...