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Twenty-eight Sulla Chrysalis

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    When casting spells, Baatezu's desire magic does not require the extraction of life force like the wizards of Athas, but it is equally powerful.  Before taking action, the awe-inspiring power was already so overwhelming that it was almost suffocating.

    Muhadi didn¡¯t recognize this spell, but he could detect that it contained various forms of plastic energy such as flames, acid, cold, electric shock, and sound waves, and it exuded an unspeakable blasphemous atmosphere.  It is enough to break through the heavy protection of the ancient dragon, or make the divine being die in hatred.

    The Psion's spirit capacity is almost exhausted at this time, and he can't even display the simplest self-whipping ability. He has no idea how to resist this spell.  At this moment, Muhadi felt an uncontrollable restlessness. That familiar yet unfamiliar, cold yet incredibly powerful personality was about to rise from the depths of his soul.

    The Witch King¡¯s envoy took a step back to the side, and his arm transformed into a shield to resist the spell.  When he discovered that the target of this spell was not himself, he couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.

    In the flash of lightning, Fatima pulled out her ugly double-headed scimitar, and at the critical moment, she blocked the arm of Baatezi who was casting a spell.  The formed spell was not canceled. The energy ball, which was so bright that it burned the human eyes, flew upward diagonally, penetrated the fabric on the top of the tent, and continued its unstoppable advance.  People within a few square miles could only see what seemed like a new sun rising from the ground, shattering the clouds in the sky.

    The superpower displayed by the legion also took effect on the Witch King's messenger at this time. The latter's limbs twitched, as if this superpower was about to take away control of his body.  But in the next moment, he regained his footing.  Just like a hiker wiping the sand from his shoulders, he easily withstood this powerful ability.

    Someone in the big tent seemed to have recognized the identity of the psychic, "The prophet has returned!" Even greater chaos spread like ripples.

    "It's really the prophet himself!" shouted a petitioner who looked a little older. He was thin, with a weathered face, a scarred expression and a sinister expression. His pointed ears were wrapped in a turban.  .  The appearance of a typical Athasian elf.

    Some people chanted the name of the Great Lord and prayed, while others seemed more panicked and even silently thought that the end was near.

    ?According to the prophecies made by the ancient psychics on Athas many years ago and circulated in this dying world shrouded in the dark sun.  The Prophet Mahdi will return seven years before the end of the world, and his reappearance also heralds the coming of the Doomsday Judgment and the end of the universe.  Mohadi had deliberately kept a low profile before and did not announce his return in a big way. He originally wanted to slowly find a way to solve the problem of this prophecy later, but he did not expect that it would be self-defeating.

    Muhadi could feel the fear radiating from the petitioners and warriors who were watching, and they seemed to truly believe that his return would bring about the end.  Some people fled in a panic. A few petitioners who seemed to be Mystra beast trainers screamed loudly at their fighting beasts, but they were completely unable to stop the beasts from running around in the big tent, roaring from their mouths.

    When time was running out, the envoy of the Witch King cast a magical spell of natural beauty, and a shocking and beautiful sight seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes. It was so ingenious that it pointed directly at people's hearts, causing an effect equivalent to blindness in an instant.

    Fatimai had already stepped forward to lunge, but in the face of this sudden blindness, he had to turn to defense.  The ugly double-headed scimitar she wielded was watertight, as if an airtight barrier had been set up in front of her.

    As psychics with synaesthesia, Muhadi and Legion can still use their psychic powers to "observe" the location of the Witch King's messenger even if they lose their vision.  What surprised the former was that the Baatetz succubus was not affected by the blindness effect and began to recite another spell.  That magical technique doesn't seem to work on it at all.

    The Psion Legion is a replica created by Thousand Soulshead, the leader of the old Athas Psionics, using the power of the mind demon species. Its enemy habits and special abilities are exactly the same as Thousand Soulshead, but its power is much weakened.  .  Seeing that the Witch King's envoy had evaded the previous round of attacks, it concentrated on using its mental demon power, intending to directly bombard the opponent's soul essence and assimilate it.

    The messenger raised the seven-section scepter, and the dazzling brilliance of the gems lit up one after another. A strong air flow that no one could control hit the legion who was manifesting his power, knocking the latter away like a broken doll.  The messenger originally covered his face and hair with a black turban, leaving only a pair of bright eyes.  Now, the strong wind has blown her headscarf off, too.

    The girl with a ponytail and a tall and muscular body holds a seven-section scepter and proudly faces powerful enemies.  She looked almost the same as the psion remembered, only slightly more mature and capable.

    Muhadi felt a strange but unfamiliar throbbing in his heart, and he also recognized the identity of the messenger.  Starher Spencer??Druid Camilla, the opposite-sex clone of the Prime Warlock.  Whenever he meets Camilla, the part of the psychic's soul that belongs to Rajat becomes uncontrollably active, as if he wants to take back his real body.

    Camilla suddenly activated an unknown druid magic, and a brown smoke seemed to erupt around her body.  Then, she activated the seven-section scepter again, and the turbulent airflow blew the smoke away, covering everyone in the big tent.

    Mohadi held his breath and stepped back.  In his synesthesia, the people who were still in the big tent fell down one after another after being exposed to the brown smoke, leaving only a few people still standing.  The psychic could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Fatima seemed to be fine, just standing in the distance, holding his guard like himself.

    "As expected, it's you again." The baatezu succubus was one of the few who was completely unaffected. She said to the archdruid in a sweet and teasing tone.  "Like a pest, you kill more and more. This time you still send clones to die? Or are you finally willing to take risks with your true body?"

    "The filthy existences in the lower planes will never be able to understand the greatness of the power of nature." Camilla replied calmly, as if she had everything under control.  "With the help of the Witch King's magic, I captured Parvati, the god of life in this world. Using her as a culture medium, I finally created a plague that can infect divine beings and demons. Wait until the abscesses cover your body  Your torso, pimples are all over your face, your skin is peeling off and hanging down like broken rags, and your throat is swollen and painful and you can't speak Then I will imprison you and use the resilience of the baatezu demons.  , I experimented with new vaccines and strains.¡±

    He is indeed a Druid of the Starhpensa sect, Muhadi thought, and then used his spiritual power to send a message: "With the help of the Witch King? Camilla, I don't know when you became close to the Witch King again.  . Why did you attack here? For secular politics? Sectarian divisions and struggles for power, what does this have to do with you?"

    Camilla seemed to have noticed Muhadi's appearance, "Ah, it seems that Danjar was right. You are coming again, just as predicted." She looked at the psychic warlock carefully, "Look  The warlock who came to Taichu still hasn't fully awakened. It's strange that after so many years, there has been almost no change."

    "Since you care so much about the Taichu Warlock, you shouldn't join forces with the Witch King and that fake Danjar." Muhadi pointed out.  ¡°What can they offer that I can¡¯t?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s true, Psion.¡± The Archdruid replied.  "But I won't make a deal with you. You're not Rajat, not yet."

    "So you think I will eventually become the Prime Warlock." The Psion replied.  "Then shouldn't you learn to be polite now?"

    "Your ignorance shocks me, Psion." Camilla gave a sarcastic smile.  "Do you know how in nature, larvae go through pupation and finally become adults? Do you think that the organs of the larvae develop into the organs of the adult worm, and the brain of the larvae is the brain of the adult worm?"

    "Pupae turn into butterflies? It's just that the tissues of the larvae die regularly and become nutrients for metamorphosis. The structure of the adult is then developed from the imaginal disc buried in the larvae. The adult and the larvae are two different individuals, two different  The self. The larvae are nothing more than eggs that can eat and crawl, just like you, they are nothing but nourishment for evolution. When the Prime Warlock fully recovers, I will naturally bow to him. But not before, nor to you.  ."
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