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- An ominous feeling enveloped the Khan Court, and there was silence and no human voice.
Muhadi could feel an extremely powerful arcane energy suddenly erupting in this area. Although it was not visible on the surface, it seemed that some basic rules had been completely changed.
The psychic warlock concentrated on displaying his powers and observing what happened in this area not long ago. Unfortunately, what he could observe was extremely limited. He saw all kinds of petitioners and messengers entering the big tent, but he couldn't see what happened inside. There were obviously various powerful counter-prophecy spells on the big tent.
This may be a trap, but it's too late to recruit helpers now. Thinking like this, Muhadi continued to move forward and entered the silent and strange area.
It¡¯s as if a person immersed in water walks onto land for the first time, and his body suddenly becomes heavy¡ªor in other words, it is already so heavy, but it is just realized for the first time.
The surrounding scene immediately changed. The sky faded away, revealing a navy blue, rocky top. The surrounding wilderness has also changed, becoming strange and cold, and the ground has become some kind of weird material, like a vein of minerals in an ancient tunnel. Mohadi couldn't help but wonder what spell caused this effect.
A sudden strong wind almost made the psychic warlock lose his footing. He had to manifest a power to adapt to the environment here.
This power is not complicated. The psychic has used it many times before, but when he used it here, it felt weird and unfamiliar.
Muhadi looked around. The tents seemed to be still in the original direction, but the distance had changed somewhat. He used another power to simply decide which way to go, and then started walking through this strange area.
Strange, I didn¡¯t see anyone. The more the psychic explored this area, the more frightened he became, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel worried. If everyone here is gone, then where did Fatima and the others go?
The strong wind kept blowing, and there was a constant whimpering in the wind. Sometimes strong winds will suddenly change direction, knocking down small objects and then blowing them up again. Sometimes smaller hurricanes will form, moving aimlessly After careful identification, the psychic discovered that there were other sounds in the whimpering, so he headed towards the source of the sound.
Mohadi walked to a tent that looked particularly gorgeous and tall. In front of its door were four pillars filled with skulls, which must have belonged to a great warrior. Intermittent voices came from the tent, but it was difficult to make out complete sentences.
The psion walked into the tent, and an old man with a gray beard and wearing a traditional Athas robe and turban rushed towards him. His limbs are slender and sickly, like the tentacles of a sea anemone under the dark water His thoughts fluctuate - messy and discontinuous, full of crazy fragments and fleeting, inexplicable, nameless forms. This was a madman, Mohadi judged, but not an ordinary madman. There was something about him that made him uneasy.
"Did you see it?" The crazy old man rushed to Muhadi and tried to grab the latter's robe, but he dodged it. "Don't you see it? Don't you see it?!"
"Choose your language, old man." The psychic took a half step back and said warily. "Tell me what happened here?"
"You asked knowingly." The crazy old man replied, his eyes were out of focus and he seemed to be talking to the air. "This is reality, this is normal. You ask me what happened?! It really happened!"
The psychic warlock looked around. The crazy old man and himself cast strange and twisted shadows around them, which had no resemblance to their real bodies. And they don't seem to feel the need to imitate the actions of the main body, moving weirdly. "Do you think this is normal?" He moved his head and pointed at the shadows around him with his chin.
"Reality is normal. If you think reality is weird, then the weird thing is actually you." The crazy old man's answer seemed to have a deeper meaning, but his crazy tone made Muhadi increasingly wary.
"This is the philosophy of the Druid of the Stahebense sect. If reality is normal, existence is reasonable. Then by destroying a thing, you also deny the meaning of its existence." The psychic shrugged. Slowly retreating, he noticed that the other person's thoughts were becoming more and more unstable and inhuman.
"Then you are a hopeless fool." The crazy old man suddenly raised his hand, arcane energy gathered rapidly, and his face became more decayed and older. A spell is about to come out.
Muhadi showed off his psychic powers first and forcibly seized the crazy old man's control over his own limbs. Just before his spell was completed, the crazy old man grabbed his own throat with his right hand, and then gradually tightened it.
The old man fainted and pinched?The hand on his neck also loosened weakly.
There was deathly silence all around, as if the magic just now had drained all the vitality nearby. The crazy old man was unconscious, and the psychic noticed that he seemed to be writing a tome with the words "Necronomicon" written on the cover. However, a cursory scan revealed that it was full of crazy and meaningless gibbering, so Mohadi quickly lost interest in it.
Leaving the tent, the Psion walked towards the center of the camp.
Unlike the dead silence in the peripheral areas, the fluctuations of thinking here are obviously more. What's amazing is that these fluctuations are completely undetectable from a distance, as if this weird space has greatly compressed the psyker's perception.
The Psion noticed a group of people dressed as warriors in front of them. They wore traditional Athas robes, covered their faces with turbans, and were armed with weapons such as spears or scimitars. They wear their armor under their robes, which is also a typical Athas custom. This can prevent the armor from being burned by the dark sun when fighting in the desert environment.
These warriors obviously also noticed the sudden appearance of the psychic. They showed their weapons and swarmed towards him.
These people are very skilled in martial arts, their movements are coordinated and agile, and they work well together. Maybe they are the guards here? Mohadi thought to himself, but none of these people he knew, it seemed that they were all born after Attas.
A warrior flew forward, and the other two cleverly attacked from both sides. Their scimitars were at a tricky angle, and their speed was astonishingly fast. There was a sense of madness about them.
The psychic warlock showed his ability to teleport himself behind them, cleverly avoiding the joint attack of the three. But more warriors surrounded them, and even the three warriors who were thrown away quickly adjusted their positions. One of them turned back and spat out a mouthful of acid. Although it couldn't hurt the psion, the stench was certainly impressive.
Several other warriors also suddenly displayed supernatural powers. Their speed exceeded the limit of mortal objects, leaving blurry afterimages in the air. The stone ground cracked under their footsteps, raising small pieces of dust.
?? Psychic Warrior! Muhadi thought to himself, while dodging, he shouted. "Stand back, I am not your enemy!"
¡°¡Give up¡resistance¡¡± A masked warrior shouted in a majestic and hoarse but weird and unnatural tone.
"I am Muhadi!" The psychic warlock announced loudly after showing off his power and once again forcing back several warriors who were close. "Don't force me to take action."
"" The leading warrior responded with silence while attacking. He showed his power and created several stone bullets, which were fired towards the psychic. ""
They don¡¯t recognize me, Muhadi realized, and these warriors are too young.
The psychic warlock concentrated, and the ground twisted under his will, like a shaking carpet. Those warriors were unsteady on their feet and instinctively displayed their body coordination abilities in an attempt to stabilize their bodies.
Taking this opportunity, Mohadi violently bombarded their mental barriers, then tore apart their subconscious and sent them into nightmares. Without saying a word, all the besieging warriors fell one after another.
The psychic warlock walked towards the leading warrior, preparing to try to dig out some useful information from his mind. Suddenly, he turned and looked at a tent next to him. "come out."
A thin figure flashed out from behind the tent. He was wearing funny clothes, his legs were socks of different colors, and his top was made of rags of various colors like patches. On his head was a forked hat, with two sharp corners, sewn from poor linen.
This person¡¯s thoughts are calm and clear, just like a normal person, but appearing in this strange place seems extremely unusual.
Several supernatural powers are detecting the incoming person, and the psychic is on full alert. "and who are you?"
"I'm not your enemy." The person said, with a sad smile on his lips. It didn't match his ridiculous costume at all. "Lord Muhadi, the Prophet."
"You can recognize me, but these warriors can't?"
"Too many people have named their offspring after you. Now one out of every five people is named Muhadi, or Moyadi, or Mahdi, or some other variant." The person said, methodically. "It is not difficult to understand that these warriors are unaware of your identity."
"But you realize it," the Psion pointed out. "Even if you've never met me?"
"Because I am a smart fool." The visitor continued with a sad tone. "I am the court jester, the jester. The butt of jokes at banquets and the object of amusement during hunts. Lord Fahd believes that my presence helps to mediate the atmosphere in the court."
"You don't look like a fool," the psion commented. "Except for the way you dressand Fahd would not intentionally punish a smart man for being a clown. "
¡°Appearances can often be misleading, and when Fahd chose me, I was really stupid,¡± the clown admitted. "That has only recently changed."
Muhadi looked around and pointed at the strange camps around him with his chin. "I guess the changes you're talking about are related to the mutations that happened here."
"That's right." The clown nodded slowly, "Everything happened in an instant."
¡°It was as if everything was business as usual one moment, and then the veil of the multiverse was torn apart.¡±
"The mutation broke out around the golden tent, and the barrier between reality and unreality exploded. From this wound, countless visions that had never been heard before, let alone seen before, spewed out: Color does not belong to this world Colorful fires, indescribable invisible things, all these strange entities that are terrifying and incomprehensible are rolling towards the entire camp."
"This crack is constantly deforming in front of the helpless victims, and continues to expand every minute. Some people use teleportation spells or psychic powers to try to escape from this unreasonable disaster, but their attempts are in vain, just like The powerless falcon tried to fight against the strong wind. The mages and psychics found that their spells and powers suddenly failed, and then they were gripped by unspeakable madness and fear, and finally died in a wild dance.
"The usual laws of physics completely receded from this area, and then the spirit and thoughts were distorted and then reversed. Those who were the weakest disappeared without a trace. Those who were strong enough or lucky enough survived. Along with everything around them Being teleported here," the Joker said, looking into the Psion's eyes. "The brave become cowards, the loyal become rebellious, and the foolish become wise. I am the wise fool, and that is why I know all this."
"A spell that can completely reverse a person's alignment? Or reverse reality?" Muhadi was secretly surprised and asked for confirmation. "But it should be impossible to do it on this scale."
The clown kicked the dirt, and the dust did not fall, but gathered into a ball and slowly floated away. "Neither spells nor abilities have such power. These phenomena are caused by an ancient artifact."
"When the Abyss was unified for the first and only time under the command of Queen Chaos and Miska the Wolf Spider, demonic armies poured out from every layer of the Abyss, threatening all lawful forces in the multiverse."
"The Wind Dukes from the elemental plane of wind created a powerful artifact, the seven-section scepter. Its touch can make even the most bloody and violent demons convert to the camp of order" the clown said. "But its real function is far more than that. It teleports the leader of the demon army, Tarantula Miska, to the Noisy Tunnelwhich is where we are now."
"You don't happen to know who used this artifact?" Muhadi already roughly understood what happened here.
¡°A messenger from Archdruid Camilla,¡± the clown said. "Other than that I don't know anything." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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