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Part 2 The Blue Storm The 19th Sula appears

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    Regardless of whether it was a guess or not, seeing the psion dressed in typical Athas approach, the businesswoman showed an undisguised expression of disgust.  "Ah, another one of my beloved Lianshengs," she said, imitating the tone in which the tribesmen greeted each other, but adding a dash of bitter sarcasm and resentment.  "Your true God will forever drive and enslave you."

    The bookkeeper felt a headache and carefully observed Mohadi's reaction.  When some Atas people heard the businesswoman speaking in this tone, they just laughed and dismissed her, and then looked at her like a madman.  Some are so furious that they want to draw a knife and behead them on the spot The latter situation often develops into large-scale bloody conflicts. For the Atas people who are used to seeing killing and death, it is not a big deal, it is just commonplace.  Just daily life.  But to people from other planes, this reinforces the Athas' reputation for brutality and violence, which is bad for business.

    The businesswoman Jahanna hired some capable adventurers to act as thugs, so she would win if there was a conflict.  Of course, sometimes you are unlucky and have your head cut off.  But at this time, she would be back within a few days. The bookkeeper secretly guessed that this was because she secretly hired a pagan priest who could cast resurrection spells. This was a capital crime in other worlds, but in the lawless Kavanagh,  Most people just turn a blind eye.

    Hearing what the other party said, the psychic warlock raised an eyebrow.  "I see some people who are lacking in manners."

    ¡°I saw that some people misunderstood my kindness and friendship.¡± The businesswoman spread her hands and sighed.  "Isn't it your long-cherished wish to devote yourself to the only true God? There are so many newborns named Abdul (meaning slave of the true God). I thought it was a compliment."

    "Even a businessman should know that what defines a person is his status, behavior and rights, not his name. There are countless people named Khan, and most of them are just ordinary warriors. The essence of a person is not determined by his name.  Decision." Mohadi walked to the businesswoman and sat down cross-legged. The bookkeeper did not sit down, but stood aside to show impartiality.  .  "If you always have a grain of salt in your words, I'm surprised no one has troubled you yet."

    "If you challenge me with a sword, you will be the hundredth one this month." Jahanna said nonchalantly.  "By the way, I remind you that the first ninety-nine were not very lucky." When she said this, the tall Muir bodyguard behind her showed an unfriendly smile, which matched the scarred face, which looked extremely ugly.

    "It sounds like you're quite busy," the psion commented.

    "That's right." The businesswoman said impatiently.  "So why don't you just talk nonsense and let's start trading?"

    "Perhaps you should consider changing your attitude," the psion said.  "This will make it easier for you and your bodyguards."

    ¡°Could it be that your name happens to be Ram¡¯s Yehuda?¡± The businesswoman glared at Muhadi.  "This person foolishly went to deliver babies when I was a child, and ended up getting involved in the delivery. I didn't need a father then, and I don't need anyone to lecture me like a father now."

    Mohadi shrugged without comment.  "Then let's trade. To be honest, I am interested in antiques in this world. The older the better."

    ¡°I only accept real-name transactions for antiques,¡± the businesswoman said, her tone still full of resentment and irony.  "Otherwise some unscrupulous businessmen will hire people to spread rumors that I sold them fake goods. Can I have the honor of knowing your real name and father's name?"

    "Is this really necessary?" The psychic warlock frowned, preparing to show off his powers to force the other party to trade with him.  "It doesn't matter what my name is."

    "If it is not important, why do you refuse to make it public?" Jahanna curled her lips, "You just said yourself that what a person is called does not determine the nature of that person, so why do you care so much now?  You actually care about what other people call you and think that¡¯s not who you really are, right?¡±

    The businesswoman forced out a mocking smile, "Tell me, what do others call you? The one who hides his head and shows his tail? The anonymous one? Or the one who doesn't raise his name?"

    The bookkeeper¡¯s face became even more ugly, and he sighed softly. It is estimated that there will be blood in the tent again today.  Some other businessmen who were close probably had seen this kind of situation too many times, so they moved away calmly and looked at him quietly at the same time.

    ¡°Rajat, others call me Rajat,¡± Mohadi thought, but I¡¯m not him, right?  "If you insist, you can call me Muhadi without a father's name."

    ?????????????????????? At the same time as he announced his name, the psychic warlock showed his superpower, and the tentacles of thinking penetrated into the other party's mind. If the businessman had any other plans, he could take immediate action.

    This name did not arouse a reaction from the other party, but it was a psychic.From the other party's memory, I read the resentment and dissatisfaction of the businesswoman because of what happened to her father. The strong hatred and resentment made even the well-informed psychic tremble slightly.

    "It's a common name. I really don't understand why you refused to say it at first. Now every five boys are named Muhadi, Mahdi, Moyadi or Muhadiba. Although you don't look like that.  You're just young." The businesswoman shrugged.  "So what did you say you did?"

    "Historian," the psion said, just a historian in reverse, he thought to himself.

    "Is that why you are interested in antiques?" The businesswoman's attitude seemed to soften a little, "Forget it, it's nothing to do."

    "This one, this one, and this one." The businesswoman pointed to a few things on the stall in front of her. It looked like some kind of pottery, but the coating on the surface was very thick. The specific shape of the psion also said  not good.  Jahanna clapped her hands and turned sideways to say something to her guard.  "More will be sent shortly."

    Muhadi picked up an antique and said.  "Very well, let's start with this one."¡ª¡ª

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT Out of the air, you can find that its surface covered with strange blue-green forests is dotted with many yellow spots.  In those places, vast tracts of forest withered and died, and grassland faded away, revealing a bare surface.  Without the fixation of vegetation, these places will soon be completely desertified, with more and more areas connected into patches.

    Because of the lush vegetation in this world, the blasphemer mages of Atas are able to perform powerful spells that are unimaginable in Atas, and these growing deserts are the traces left by the spells.

    A fort built by Carly Jean and Ellern is located in the middle of such a desert. This area was originally a woodland adjacent to the lake, and the ground was covered with light blue flowers unique to this world.  But as the strong magic continued to be exerted in the fortress, the forest gradually disappeared, the flowers and green grass became sparse, and bare sand and stones were exposed.

    All the protective spells known on Athas were cast here, consuming countless scrolls and life force.  In addition, various protective psychic abilities surround this place, making it impossible for a knife to penetrate.

    At first glance, it seems that the guards here are all Kawana natives, but their posture and habits are all Athas-like.  When Mohadi walked in, he felt numerous, almost identical thoughts.

    This is an army created with the power of mental demons.

    The cruel and harsh natural environment of Athas determines that its population size is extremely limited. Even including elves, dwarves, Murs, half-giants, and mantis people, there are only about 40 million people on the entire planet.  This number is far from enough to support an eternal crusade and rule many worlds.

    Fortunately, psychic powers are a very developed skill in Athas.

    The great psychics of Atas began to use the powers of mind demons extensively and even uncontrollably to create replicas of themselves and their warriors.  How many of the conquered people had their sense of self wiped out and then replaced by invaders from Athas?  no one knows.

    Among the magic users, there are top beings such as the Witch Kings and Coral Witches. The Druids of the Stahebense sect have their mutant monsters and various plagues. The psychic warlocks rely on the power of the mental demon seeds to survive.  Three capital.

    Mohadi noticed that there seemed to be something strange between the guards, as if they disliked each other.  How would an intelligent life that clearly knew that it was a replica treat other replicas?  Do they think each other is fake?  Are they jealous of their mother?

    Does the mother body have the right to create and use these replicas?  Muhadi knew that no matter whether the primordial warlock's mental demon seeds completely covered his consciousness, he would not think that he was obligated to obey Rajat.  But he hasn't figured out how to deal with these replicas yet. He can only pray that when he needs to make a judgment, the only true God can give him enough wisdom.

    The guards silently led the way, along the winding corridors, through the houses with patterned lattice windows, and introduced the psion into the hall at the core of the fortress.

    In the middle of the hall, there is a pool of blood filled with endless light. The surrounding light sources, whether magical or natural, seem to be soaked in this blood-red light, exuding the same miserable color, covering the entire hall.  In an ominous atmosphere.

    A long time ago, the sun in Atas was still shining with azure light. Atas was also full of vitality at that time. Various ancient races and halflings, the oldest intelligent creatures, explored that unknown world.  But later, Atas entered the age of blue, the age of rebirth, and the magicThe age of ?, the age of the Witch King.  The natural environment became more and more harsh, and the sun in Athas eventually turned this weird blood-red color, as if it was the last drop of blood left from the once prosperous world.

    A large number of obsidian magic beads are inlaid on the walls of the hall. The souls of the dead are imprisoned in the magic beads to provide the life force needed by the blasphemer mage to cast spells when necessary.  Even by Athas standards, this was quite an act of evil.

    Except for Ellern and Carly Jean, there was no one else in the hall.  Neither hired adventurer assistants nor local servants are allowed to enter this hall.  Against the background of the bloody pool of light, the two figures wanted to become even taller.

    Seeing the psion walking in, Ellern nodded, "You came at the right time, my brother, our summoning ceremony is about to begin."

    "If you come a little later, I will start summoning the Angel of Entropy in advance." Carly Jean pursed her lips and said, and a projection next to her made an obscene gesture to Muhadi.  "Then I will teleport out of this world and leave you here with that monster."

    "If you really planned to do this, you wouldn't say it now." The psychic stopped in his tracks and commented.

    Carly Jean stared at Mohadi.  Show a meaningful smile.  "Are you doubting my methods? Is this a challenge?"

    "I don't intend to challenge you, or anyone else. I just hope that things here will be dealt with quickly, so that I can return to Atas as soon as possible to solve my own problems." The psychic said.  "Just my personal opinion."

    "Perspectives are like chrysanthemums. There is one behind everyone. And they should be hidden and not exposed in public." said the female mage and psychic.

    Mohadi shrugged, "In that case. Can you just pretend that I didn't say that just now?"

    Carly Jean also shrugged.  "Then just take it as me saying it's okay."

    "Okay, there's no need to waste time, let's start summoning immediately." Ellern interrupted the quarrel between the two and interjected.

    ¡°Before we start, I just have one question,¡± Mohadi said.  "What is this pool for? Is the Angel of Entropy going to crawl out of this thing soon?"

    "Then it will probably get stuck inside, considering the size of this thing." Ellern said.  "But this is actually a primitive mystery, weaving magic energy to tear open the road between the worlds It is a nightmare zone between planes that is undefined and unexplored, and there is only entropy.  Only if such an existence can survive."

    "And this thing can attract it?"

    "Blood magic." Ellern continued to explain.  "When the Taichu Warlock invented magic, he did not embark on the right research direction from the beginning. Instead, he made many dangerous attempts. Some ended in vain, and some achieved some results. Blood magic is one of them."

    "Primitive, dangerous, elusive, and often in danger of backlash. Blood magic is a close relative of modern Athas magic, but it was quickly abandoned by the Prime Warlocks. Because it is not as good at shaping and using the raw energy of the world.  Ordinary magic can be used easilybut no matter what, this skill exists, and sometimes it has miraculous effects. For example, forging some kind of cross-plane connection to summon beings from other worlds"

    ¡°¡­or transfer the power?¡± Muhadi asked.

    Ellern¡¯s way of looking at the psychic seemed to have changed a little, ¡°It looks like someone has been exposed to blood magic before.¡±

    "The contact was made once, involuntarily." The psychic replied.  "You don't happen to know how to find users of blood magic, right?"

    Ellen and Carly Jean looked at Mohadi and exchanged glances with each other.  "You'll know when it's done."

    "I'm looking forward to it, let's get started."

    Ellern took out a strange prop from his robe, and strong magic fluctuations instantly emitted, as well as a strong, nauseating stench of blood.

    Carly Jean and her projections all showed solemn expressions, and the blood pool in the middle of the hall rippled under their gaze, rippling in circles.

    As if disaster was about to come, Muhadi felt a little uncomfortable and said to the middle-aged female mage and psychic: "Then what do I need to do?"

    "Stand honestly, in addition, if you can show your ability to stabilize the magic fluctuations here, prepare your most powerful combat skills, donate a drop of blood from your heart, and a cup of freshly boiled quarter hourglass  Sometimes, coffee with sugar added, that would be better." Khalijian said to Muhadi, without turning his eyes away from the pool of blood.

      The psychic warlock concentrated his energy and stabilized the wild primitive magic fluctuations, and the tremors of the building were reduced.  He then used his psychic powers to teleport a drop of his own blood and create a cup of brewed coffee.  "What's the use of all this?"

    "A stable environment can increase the success rate of the summoning ritual, and the blood of the abandoned can attract the Angel of Entropy." Carly Jean explained.  "Combat skills can save your life in a moment."

    ¡°What about coffee?¡± Muhadi asked.

    "Drink it, idiot." Carly Jean responded, catching the coffee with her mage's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.  "Be prepared, the Angel of Entropy is about to appear!"

    There is no need for the female mage to remind him, the psychic warlock himself has noticed this, and the smell of blood is so strong that it is almost difficult to breathe.  The ripples in the blood pool have turned into a huge whirlpool. The blood is roaring, the waves are undulating, and it is boiling and roaring.  The entire blood pool formed a clear and definite circular vortex, with a diameter of more than a thousand cubits.  The vortex was like a wide, shining wave, but none of the blood-colored waves leaked into the mouth of the giant funnel.

    Looking as far as the eye can see, I can see that the inside of this funnel is a slippery, shiny, and dark blood wall, forming an oblique angle of about 45 degrees with the horizontal line. It is spinning and spinning at a very fast speed, swaying, and turning.  It rolled back and forth, making people dizzy, and also made terrible sounds in all directions, half like shouting, half like roaring,

    At the bottom of the vortex, a huge, ugly existence is gradually taking shape
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