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Twenty-sixth Sulla Reunion

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    "Where is he?" asked the psion.

    "Nowhere." The clown replied.  "But when."

    ¡°Guessing riddles is not my forte.¡±

    The clown shrugged indifferently, as if he was already accustomed to this kind of response.  "So let me put it another way, do you prefer to hear longer stories or shorter ones?"

    "The kind that talks less nonsense." The psychic replied.

    "When the seven-section scepter takes effect, it will inevitably attract unnecessary attention." The clown stood on one foot when he answered, and then changed to the other foot after a while.  The bells on his body then rang loudly Muhadi was curious whether he still retained some of his previous habits.  The seven-section scepter can make the angels of the Seventh Heaven Mountain fall and the devils of the Nine Hells of Baator do good deeds.  Is it possible that some people are so stubborn in nature that they can't even get rid of an artifact that can reverse a person's camp?

    "In order to prevent the pursuers from discovering it, Camilla's messenger cast a mysterious and ancient spell and hid it before the artifact took effect." The clown turned to look at the psychic, and the bell on the hat on his head rang again.  "It will only leave when it is certain that everything is irreversible."

    "It does sound like some kind of powerful spell." Muhadi touched his chin and said.  "It's not like a mere envoy of the Witch King can master it."

    "Maybe he has a scroll made by the Witch King himself, who knows?" The clown shrugged, his voice erratic.  "The seven-section scepter has transformed me from stupidity to wisdom, but I don't know everything."

    "Maybe so." Muhadi stared at the clown, paying attention to the smallest changes on his face, the most inconspicuous muscle twitches, subconscious eye movements, the most insignificant pupil expansion "But why are you helping me? Don't tell  You are naturally helpful, which means that before the Seven-section Scepter takes effect, you can be cynical and would rather add insult to injury I am curious why Fatima and Fahd would trust someone like you to stay here?"

    "What you should be curious about is why we believe them." The clown grinned, showing an ugly smile.  "Warlords, warmongers, bloodthirsty mercenaries What is the difference between them and the enemies they call themselves? In the past, sons buried their fathers, but now fathers bury their sons. The death that the Great Expedition brought to Atas is different from the death it brought to Attas thousands of years ago.  , the primordial warlock Rajat has launched as many purifying battles. You should be called the enemy and the spreader of war just like him."

    "As for the Iron Bitch, she has countless tribal warriors, psykers, and fanatical preachers at her command. She tolerates my presence here for the same reason anyone would tolerate an ant in their tent - they  Even if you can¡¯t see it, you don¡¯t care.¡±

    This clown hinted at the similarity between himself and Rajat. Did he mean it?  The psion was silent for a moment, then finally asked.  "And your name?"

    "You can call me Burkle."

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    Psychic powers that manipulate time generally belong to the teleportation system (spiritual traveler), and are mostly the most difficult ones.  Before his trip to Baator's Nine Hells, Mohadi would have been almost completely unable to demonstrate these abilities that he was not familiar with.

    But since the wise men (even just recalling that indescribable strange existence, the Psion felt an uneasy palpitation in his heart.) revealed the Psion's true name, his power has been increasing at an unnatural speed.  increase.  Many psionic theories that were once extremely obscure seemed to become self-evident overnight, and many psionic abilities that were once difficult to control have become easy to control.  Almost every day, new powers are realized, as if they had already been mastered and were simply remembered anew.

    Time backtracking is the most profound power of the teleportation system and requires extreme concentration.  The psion closed his eyes and felt the flow of time.

    Some mages who have the ability to manipulate time describe this feeling as swimming upstream in the river of time. The further upstream you go, the stronger the resistance of the water of time becomes.  But in the synaesthesia of a psychic, images of the past and the future that seem to have no connection unfold in front of him.  The image of the future is shrouded in dense fog, and the shadows projected from the few gaps are bloody and cruel.  The images of the past were shaky and blurry, as if blocked by some kind of barrier. The more you concentrated on them, the harder it became to see them clearly. Someone had deliberately blocked them.

    Peering into the trembling mirror image, it seems as if countless sharp knives are piercing the mind of the psychic, and then slowly stirring, never ending.  Muhadi could not feel pain, but he could feel that his thinking was greatly disturbed, and he could also feel the danger involved in forcing his way through this barrier.

    In this realm outside of time, the psychic warlock forced his way through the barrier that blocked him.  The surging psychic power comes from the depths of the soul.? Emerging from the corner, resisting the resistance like a sharp knife.

    It¡¯s like being trapped in a sticky swamp under your feet, and the amount of spiritual energy consumed increases exponentially with each step forward.  Even though his strength has been greatly enhanced, Mohadi still feels that his spiritual appearance is being consumed rapidly like a dam that has burst.

    Almost at the edge of running out of oil and lamp, the barrier seemed to suddenly weaken.  The resistance that once weighed so much became as insignificant, melting away just a little bit like the ice and snow under the scorching sun in the desert.

    When Mohadi opened his eyes again, the hot hot wind blew over his face, and the familiar sun hung high in the sky again.  There were several men and women wrapped in robes around who seemed to be frightened by his sudden appearance. They were forming a circle, pointing and whispering.

    The psychic energy did not take effect as the psion expected, and it arrived later than Mohadi expected.  He originally planned to go back to before the messenger arrived, but judging from the angle of the sun above his head, it was estimated that the messenger had arrived now, and the time to activate the seven-section scepter was very close.

    The error is within an acceptable range. After all, this is a very profound ability.  And no other psychic has ever been able to jump for such a long time at one time.

    Several spear-wielding warriors seemed to have noticed the unusual commotion here and were coming quickly.  In the distance, the huge golden tent where the Great Khan lived was clearly visible, with strings of flags painted with various coats of arms fluttering in the wind.  Further away, there are galloping cavalry everywhere, with the sound of hooves thundering and as fast as the wind.  Countless tents and bazaars cover the entire land like weeds.

    Inside the giant golden tent, the nobles and tribal leaders in luxurious clothes, the missionaries and spiritual warriors exuding psychic fluctuations, the petitioners who came to petition and the Mamluks who maintained order gathered the envoys of the Witch King Malik  They were surrounded by people, but no one dared to step forward.  Like a pack of wolves surrounding a poisonous snake.

    The chief wolf is Fatima, a woman, an elf, the agent of the Great Khan and the Prophet, the leader of all believers, and the great conqueror. He is standing up from the carpet decorated with countless jewels.  , she pulled out her thick, ugly, two-headed scimitar and pointed it directly at the messenger's head.

    "It's too late." The messenger said, his face hidden by the black turban showing a smile that no one could detect.

    It was at this moment that the psychic was teleported into the tent, and this power completely consumed all his remaining spiritual energy.

    Mohadi attacked the messenger from behind. When the scimitar touched his body, a stone skin spell was activated on the latter.  Although it did not cause any damage, the messenger staggered and failed to activate the seven-section scepter.

    By her side stood Fatima's psychic advisor, the Legion, created by Athas's former psyker leader, Thousand Soulshead, with the power of his mind-seed.  The moment Muhaddi appeared, the Legion identified the Psionic with psychic fluctuations, and it immediately attacked the Witch King's envoy.

    On the other side of Fatima stood a baatezi desire demon. It did not recognize the sudden appearance of Mohadi, so it instantly cast a powerful evocation spell to simultaneously cover the Witch King's messenger and the psychic.

    The elf girl herself changed the direction of her scimitar at lightning speed, twisted to her side and blocked the spell of Baatezi's desire demon.  The top of the big tent was burned into a big hole, and the plastic ball continued to exert its power, scattering the clouds in the sky.

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