It didn't take them long to catch the witch who suddenly broke into the warehouse.

Even though the golden light that symbolized divinity lit up in her eyes, the Godly Witch who had reached the highest level was imprisoned after just a few rounds of confrontation with the cooperation of these two people.

stand up.

It's not quite right to call it a "confrontation". After all, what the captured party did after discovering the other party's intention to attack was just running around.

Due to their nature, very few witches will take the initiative to participate in the battle. Even in their world view, it is difficult to understand the meaning of battle.

In fact, most extraordinary creatures are like this. Although they are born with extremely powerful power, because they do not need to compete with each other for survival, most extraordinary races are far inferior to those who constantly use their killing skills in combat.

A mortal race that refines and refines, and finally organizes it into a system that is passed down from generation to generation.

Even in the early days of civilization, when systematic magic had not yet appeared. Compared with the sparse number of authority figures, it was the mortal warriors wearing leather armor and holding bronze blades who could finally defeat a group of extraordinary races and dominate the entire world.

Vic Continent’s biggest reliance.

Races like witches, which are harmless to humans and animals, are relatively lucky. Uncontrollable extraordinary creatures like elemental spirits have long been imprisoned in various demiplanes and transformed into elemental servants, laying the foundation for summoning spells.

's base.

Unless someone next to her tells her what to do next, the most likely reaction of the witch when encountering danger is to "escape". Therefore, without anyone else to provide tactical command, Liz, who does not understand what fighting is at all,

, easily given away for free.

The leader of the elf magic chanter was carrying a birdcage made of pure shadows, and a layer of faint green flames covered the cage like a gauze.

Liz, who was locked inside, stared blankly at the soul fires burning around her, thinking seriously about whether the current situation was "done".

"Ah...why would a witch from the age of gods...run out of the forest and onto this ship?"

The elf holding the birdcage asked drowsily while yawning.

Even though he had already set up a defensive barrier, just inhaling a few wisps of breeze contaminated with sleep dust still made sleepiness continue to press on his eyelids - this was because of his ability as a magic caster.

Because his mental strength is much higher than that of ordinary people, if he were an ordinary person, he would probably have died of sleep long ago.

No one answered his question - Liz, who was locked in a cage and was unhappy, needless to say, and his other partner had fallen to the ground at this moment, with a soft snore echoing between his breaths.

This guy probably inhaled a little more dust than he did.

The "Godly Witch" born from advanced media is so powerful that just a small dose of dust can make people fall into a near-death sleep.

Thinking vaguely about what was there and what wasn't, the elf walked to the center of the warehouse with empty steps and placed the shadow birdcage next to the safe.

"Why are you here?"

The elf magic chanter raised his heavy eyelids and looked at Liz and asked. As he spoke, he also let the emerald green flames covering the cage rise slightly to show a threat.

"I...I did it because...before..."

With her mind completely blank, Liz stammered and tried to make up something, but before she could finish speaking, the other party suddenly slapped her in the face.

Compared to the emerald green fire curtain that was activated earlier, this slap actually frightened Liz.

The man with the slap mark on his face shook his head, as if he wanted to shake all the sleepiness out of his head, and then he continued with a sleepy tone:

"Forget it, it doesn't matter where you come from. But if you want to live and regain your freedom, you need to do something for me."

The elf mage, who was trying his best to resist the temptation of sleep, was too lazy to ask this question. While he was still awake, he continued.

"whats the matter?"

Seeing the opponent's eyelids constantly fighting, Liz asked quickly.

"Open this box."

The other party patted the box with complex structure next to Liz and yawned.

"Open this box?"

Liz repeated what the other person said to confirm.

The man nodded.

"Yes, there is a very troublesome self-destructing lock cylinder inside this box. If there is no password, you will need your help to open it."

Hearing this, Liz suddenly realized what the graffiti she had drawn on the small piece of paper was.

"Ah, so that's it..."

The excited Liz immediately clapped her hands and said excitedly.

However, before she could finish her words, the other party interrupted her impatiently.

"Don't get too excited for now, just listen to what I have to say!"

He knew very well that these witches, who usually lacked a chord in their brains, could be excited for a long time over some insignificant things at any time, so he quickly stopped her and then continued:

"Without a password, this safe is almost impossible to break through from the outside. Once the space inside is forcibly opened using lightning spells, an unstable space rift inside will explode..."

Without using lightning spells to control space, currently only the witch's talent is known to be able to do it.

And if you want to take out everything without triggering all the mechanisms inside, you need an extremely high-level witch.

He had originally planned to give up, but at this moment he happened to meet the highest-ranking witch of the gods, and he had to sigh that he was so sleepy that he hit the pillow.

"...So you understand what I mean?"

After briefly describing the general process to the witch imprisoned in the cage, the other party nodded in confusion.

But isn’t it possible to open it directly with a password?

Liz murmured in her mind.

…………

After countless threads of conspiracy were cut off by the bright red weapon controlled by the "girl" with her mind, this originally deadly spider web became tattered as if it had experienced a violent storm.

Remedios was dancing among them, and her previously agile dance steps became more and more heavy.

Originally, their combat prowess should be almost the same, and the two of them were both specialized in dealing with high-level magic chanters, so there was no restraint in their compatibility. If you ignore the mysterious power of instant death, the two of them would be in trouble.

If it were a fair fight, it should have been an evenly matched battle.

Unfortunately, this is not a fair duel.

Rather, how can there be a fair duel on the battlefield?

In short, what Remedios is best at is positional warfare in the narrow and complex terrain of the dungeon. Once the space of [Liu Liyue·Cruelty] is fully expanded, she can become a deadly dancer integrating investigation, control and maneuvering.

who completely dominates the rhythm of the battlefield.

In addition, the arrows with seven different blessing effects ensure that Remedios has high output capabilities while also allowing her to flexibly deal with enemies with different weaknesses.

But right now, in this empty throne room hall, with the thick fog exposing the traces of threads, her seven arrows were temporarily sealed by the opponent - this was equivalent to pulling out the tiger's claws.

He also let him fight against a lion in full condition on an empty duel stage.

Rather, it is pretty good that she has been able to persist for such a long time due to her physical skills.

"That's not good... Liz, are you really out of control?"

William, who was murmuring, his face became more and more solemn. After once again sensing that the back-up plan he had left had failed, he sighed softly and silently moved his hand to the storage space where the demon-sealing runes were stored.

This kind of one-time consumable has a very limited effect in this level of combat - in the game, the consumable is not affected by the caster's spell power, but in reality it is because of the caster's spell power.

When sealing and activating the spell, a large amount of magic power will inevitably be lost.

After all, the demon-sealing runes are just dead objects and cannot precisely regulate the flow of magic power in real time.

However, if the quantity reaches a certain scale, it will cause a qualitative change.

Just because he was worried that this situation might happen now, William took away about 20% of the inventory of demon-sealing runes with destructive effects in the treasure hall before this trip - most of them were exercises he left behind in order to improve the proficiency of enchanting skills.

Taste.

If activated with the determination to die, these runes can theoretically perfectly solve the dilemma in this throne room.

Solve the dilemma by destroying the entire throne room.

First remind Remedios to go to a safe area, and then activate...

With such calculations in his mind, William was just about to use [Soul Voice] to remind...
Chapter completed!