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"Keep going, it's almost there."
After a moment of stunned silence, he looked around in surprise. There was support? Whose people?
Do a little elimination process in your mind.
The two archdukes and Jarvis were still fighting in the church, and Zhang Mu, who was far away in the magic tower, could vaguely hear the noise.
Andre entered the magic tower by himself. The trump card in his hand - a saint-level person, was being besieged by himself and others.
The king was the first to enter the tower, followed by Fleming.
As for Avril, it remains to be seen whether she will go in, but it is certain that she does not have a secret saint level.
Potter, the only one who supported him, was thousands of miles away at this moment.
The person who spoke could only have been sent by the missing second prince.
After analyzing the results, Zhang Mu's eyes lit up.
To be entrusted with such an important task by the Second Prince, he must be a Saint.
Thinking of this, he immediately opened fire at full force, shooting out the mutated ice cones without mercy.
The reflective shield was hit, and the magic power in the middle-aged saint's body was blocked for a moment, then immediately flowed smoothly. Then he looked in the direction where the ice cone came from with confusion.
Sure enough, it was that annoying guy.
Frowning in disgust, I will leave you to the end, and after some cruel punishment I will reward you with death.
Having planned Zhang Mu's ending, he mobilized his magic power to speed up the slaughter of the city lord.
But Zhang Mu seemed to be crazy, and he released ice cones without caring about the consumption of magic power, forcing him to devote some energy to deal with it.
With this rate of release, you won’t be able to hold on for too long.
Things turned out just as he expected. After just one minute, the violent rain of icicles suddenly stopped.
But before the middle-aged saint could be happy, he saw Zhang Mu take out a bottle of magic potion and drink it, one bottle after another.
The magic power was replenished and the rain of ice cones shot out again.
As if to save time drinking the potion, Zhang Mu simply condensed ice cones while drinking it.
The middle-aged saint was a little dumbfounded.
Is he crazy?
If you take magic potions like this, aren't you afraid that the violent magic power will burst your magic core?
Even if he managed to stabilize himself by chance, casting magic and taking potions at the same time would pose serious risks to his body and might affect his future advancement.
He is——
As his thoughts surged, the middle-aged saint did not notice that his reflective shield was becoming dimmer.
By the time he realized it and was about to infuse magic power to strengthen his body, a faint murderous intent gently caressed his skin and seeped into his internal organs.
The coldness spread all over his body and his heart seemed to have stopped.
Saint level!
His mind raced, and he ignored the Sky Knight swinging his sword in front of him, and directed all his magic power to the reflective shield behind him, which was where the murderous intent first emerged.
It's a pity that the person in the dark has been planning an attack for such a long time that it cannot be stopped by this insignificant remedial measure.
An unremarkable straight-blade dagger stands out inconspicuously amidst the gorgeous magic.
It was held by the handle of an old man's hand and pushed to the left of the middle-aged saint's back and buttocks, commonly known as the kidney.
The sharp dagger was approaching slowly, and he was scared to death. He knew that his reflective shield, which was about to reach its limit, could not block the attack, so he twisted his body desperately to try to avoid it.
But the dagger was like a thorn in the flesh, and its owner slightly turned his wrist and continued to chase.
Finally, the tip of the dagger pierced the light mixed shield without any pause, and penetrated smoothly as if piercing tofu.
Then, under the desperate eyes of the middle-aged saint, the dagger penetrated into the waist and stopped only at the handle.
This sudden change shocked all the city lords present, and they all stared blankly at the man who attacked them.
He was wrapped in a black robe, and his gender and features could not be seen clearly.
All I know is that he is thin and small, like a child. He is turning his wrist, controlling the dagger to stir in the middle-aged saint's body.
"The Second Prince sent you?"
The man in black robe turned his head to look at Zhang Mu who was asking the question. He said nothing, but threw out a silver key with his empty left hand, then extended his index finger and pointed at the magic tower.
Zhang Mu understood: "Thank you!"
He immediately turned around and rushed to the tower door. After searching for a while, he couldn't find the keyhole. Just as he was about to turn back to ask, the ice door suddenly lit up with a dazzling light. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.
When his vision returned, he was already standing in the midst of heavy snow.
A faint, frantic shout came from above: "You are all sacrifices!"
Chapter 282: Heritage from Ice and Snow
When Avril walked into the magic tower, what she saw was snow and wind.
The snow came from an unknown source, fluttering down and all that was visible was white.
She stretched out her hand, and a snowflake slowly fell into her palm, slowly melting into clear snow water and flowing along the lines of her palm.
Avril exhaled the cold air that was like a pillar of air, put down her hand, and looked around.
The heavy snow obstructed her vision and she couldn't see the road clearly, but she could vaguely feel that a gentle voice was calling her from somewhere.
Like a mother who has been separated from her children for a long time, she is full of anticipation and enthusiasm.
Based on the analysis of the books she had read about ancestors, this should be a sensation coming from the blood, which becomes clearer with the passage of time.
Looking up, the confusion in Avril's eyes was replaced by clarity - there.
Closing her eyes tightly, she no longer relied on vision to perceive the world, and followed her instinct to move forward, or to the right, or backward.
Avril didn't know which direction she was heading, but she knew in her heart that she was not wrong.
Therefore, the steps are firm.
She didn't know how much time had passed, nor was she clear where she had reached. She only knew that she kept walking and walking.
The snowflakes seemed to be thicker, and they felt cold on my face, but my feet did not feel any sinking sensation from stepping on accumulated snow.
After a long time, a voice sounded in my ears.
"You came."
I slowly opened my eyes, and the snow was still in front of me, and the surroundings were still white, but it seemed a little different.
Avril didn't have too much time to think, as her attention was soon drawn to a figure standing in the snow not far away.
Andre stood there with his hands behind his back, while the king and two strange old men sat cross-legged on the snow with their heads lowered as if they had fallen asleep.
This scene was somewhat different from what she had expected.
Perhaps sensing Avril's surprise, Andre smiled and said, "Being abandoned by the gods, this is the ending.
As living beings on earth, why should we rebel against God?
Is it because of the stupidity of our ancestors?
They destroyed the ice and snow, and angered the gods."
At this moment, Andre tore off the hypocritical mask he had worn for a hundred years, revealing his hideous true face underneath.
He puffed out his chest, his tone revealing the confidence that he was in control of everything.
Avril's silent, icy eyes revealed a hint of contempt: "Brother Wang, if it was really as you said, you wouldn't have told me this."
"Who do you think you are? Disobeying God? Just you and that arrogant and ignorant old man Potter?!"
Without refuting, Andre directly made a sarcastic remark.
Answering questions irrelevantly and responding only with foul language is generally referred to as - breaking down.
Although Avril has a distant relationship with her royal brother, it does not mean that she does not understand him.
On the contrary, she had already anticipated that the two sides would eventually become enemies, and she had studied Andre a long time ago.
This is a coward who always appears strong and proud, only to cover up the cowardice buried deep in his heart.
Andre continued to curse for a while, and when he found that Avril's expression was calm, he felt that he was getting a little angry.
He stopped talking, his excitement subsided, and he smiled again: "It doesn't matter, everything will be over."
Hearing this, Avril glanced at the three people sitting on the ground and said, "Since you despise the ice and snow heritage, why do you still use secret methods to increase the concentration of your blood?"
"Power doesn't distinguish between good and evil. If I can use it, why shouldn't I use it?"
"With your strength, you can't subdue them. Jarvis is blocked in the church by Blois. Who can you rely on?"
"The gods are watching me."
When talking about strength, Andre felt that he was good enough again.
Earlier, when he learned that Blois and Pestoia could actually delay Jarvis, he felt something was wrong and hesitated whether to flee the capital immediately.
He was very clear about the blood sacrifice formation, and his father was even more familiar with it.
He knew that if he left late, he would most likely be used as a sacrifice and become a stepping stone for the king to ascend to epic heights.
Who knew that before he could figure out the answer, the oracle suddenly sounded in his ears.
It was a strange language he had never heard before. Logically, he should not be able to understand what the other party was saying, but in reality he understood it easily.
God grants you a priceless mantra.
Relying on this "truth", he pretended to be frightened at first, and after the king activated the inheritance, he suddenly attacked and knocked down the three saints.
It was precisely because of this that his faith in God became even stronger.
Avril was not surprised.
She was very familiar with the situation in the royal capital and the forces of all parties. Andre had no external help at all except for the light man hanging in the sky.
She was just a little confused. The power of the gods was unquestionable. If that was the case, why was he so obsessed with destroying the ice and snow?