At the highest point of the city, on the huge hanging stone stalactites, a fence cast in fine gold made a delicate stone platform, and a dark purple robe stood quietly on it, black lines outlined a lifelike giant spider on the robe, and eight dark red eyes formed a series of gems of creation, which also revealed the wearer's respectful identity, the supreme leader of the entire city's Spider Council,

And six women who were similar to her but had a simpler tribute robe stood quietly behind her, the luster of the demon fire surrounded them, covering their figures just right without preventing them from looking down on everything that was happening in the city.

That battle, or... a war.

A war between a man and a city.

"What a unique entertainment."

His eyes swept over a stalagmites in the city that were creaking and squeaking down, stirring up terrifying smoke and dust, and the elite warriors underneath at least more than one hundred. The priestess sneered, but his tone was as relaxed as if it was nothing more than a decaying sand sculpture.

And every Zheel behind her was showing a cruel smile at the same time.

It is not common for them to witness a family disappearing from the Council because of the war between the Drows. In the dark area, the advantages of the dark elves are too obvious. Those only dwarfs who are capable of being opponents cannot have such a traumatic impact on a large-scale Drows city.

Therefore, the Drows are destined to be immersed in conspiracy and killing at the end of their lives, but war, real war, is different from the war of killing each other between compatriots, to them, they are still unfamiliar with them.

But it also fascinates them.

In fact, that "entertainment" is undoubtedly a terrible killing. During the time when the group stepped on an hourglass scale of the Spider Avenue, more than ten mages had disappeared. They fell from their respective positions like wood, or directly disappeared into a terrifying lightning bursting within a range of forty feet, leaving only a burst of ablation and some magical items that were dimming. Fireflies showed their once glory.

As for those elite warriors... they were crushed and pierced like ants, and those overwhelming stones erupting from all angles and levels made them unable to resist. They could only scatter some arrows in vain, and they could hardly get close to the more than ten feet around the person.

It seemed like he had stepped into the city that was not a human, but an unmatched...ancient dragon.

"Although it's obvious, I'll remind you...he seems to have that ability."

A priestess who fought at the end of the team broke the silence, which attracted a disdainful look... However, she herself did not care about this at this time. Someone needed to show an attitude to highlight the wisdom of the dominant. As the last seat, the image of this "fool" is naturally the obligation she must bear.

What are you capable of doing?

Have the ability to destroy this city?

The priestess in the second seat of the Spider Council sneered.

She knew very clearly that the reason for the other party's performance was mostly because the city was built in the first place, whether it was to increase itself, weaken the enemy's magic array, or summon the demon's golem, they were just decorations or skeletons. The defense power of each family was still slowly expanding from its own stalagmites, but the enemy was obviously not interested in going to one of them.

Moreover, she was not worried that this would cause any substantial damage to her. As for the city... Ha, soon, the spider believers who came from various places in the dark area could fill the losses here.

There is only one thing she really cares about, controlling everything here in her own hands, destroying, erasing, and crushing everything that is hostile to her.

"Although I don't know what happened, which triggered the anger of this guide, isn't the best way to deal with it? venting it?"

The priestess's voice was as smooth as a spider silk, as if the 'catholic' in his vision consumed not the lives of her fellow countrymen: "And what we know is that the Lord of the Leader, indeed has a powerful and awesome power that matches his title, so that our great goddess is as correct as ever, admirable and worshipful, we only need to follow her guidance, and there is no obstacle before us."

Isn't it? Who knows better than a goddess?

The priestess said a pronoun that was exclusive to the Drow Elves, and then triggered a whisper:

"The powerful spider queen."

"Praise our supreme goddess..."

The sincere praise covers the voice in everyone's hearts, at least everyone understands that the veritable monster... His power has nothing to do with His Majesty's so-called "messenger".

"As for our brave compatriots, from Elinnachel, Kennavan, Meret, Lero, Osto, and the warriors of the Tekendus family... His Majesty the Spider Queen is in charge of all the wisdom in this world, everything comes from her must have profound arrangements. Do we not knowingly disturb her little test of the messenger? Since they feel capable of stopping such a commotion, let them sacrifice their loyalty for the city."

The priestess in the second seat giggled: "The population in this city is growing too fast, and all kinds of varied things are rare in the history of dark areas. Even the parliament is already in a state of turmoil. How could it be possible to stop their actions? These poor compatriots, hope they are in this unfortunate misunderstanding.

Everyone here nodded at this time, but of course they did not agree with this superficial reason.

A real dark elves will naturally understand the tacit problem. Nowadays, there are already 200 families in the city and 60 have been involved in the upper level. For this city, this city does not even have a name, there are too many.

...

"There are too many, you should know that if you continue like this, it will only attract their crazy counterattack and will not have much meaning. And if you are going to take us into that sacrificial hall or somewhere, it will only put us in a more passive situation."

The fire bursting in the streets behind him spread a thin layer of smoke in the space. It mixed with the smell of blood to form a sticky nose that made Veralian, a sword saint, couldn't help but shake his head.

Even she felt uncomfortable in this terrible killing battlefield. Although her work has become simple since she stepped into the gate that divided the upper and lower cities, and no enemy could even come to the group of people for 30 feet, so she also had time to pay attention and judge the general actions of the drowns around her.

But she never thought that she would be in a strange war in this strange place.

"Boy, what are you going to do? Being an enemy of a city?" After speaking, more questions seemed to emerge in your mind one by one. The most important thing is undoubtedly to figure out the ultimate goal of this inexplicable killing: "There are too many enemies, are you sure that everything is in your control?"

"Everything is in control? That's what the sissy party said, but in fact, the Dowles are almost the same as them. They are all a group of timid idiots... When they understand that the power of the enemy is unmatched, they will immediately choose to kneel down and lick his feet."

A subtle ripples rippled on the black robe. The unlucky darkness seemed to make the sounds under it smelled like a bit cold, even if it was a bit ridiculous: "They resist now because some idiots still have some greedy fantasies in their hearts. At most, they will pass the hourglass scale, and the smarter guys will give up this impossible resistance. In fact, the truly smart guys have never wanted to resist, you look at it..."

"This is just a random killing. Are you always interested in solving problems with intimidation and deception? Are you so worried about that bad... that Zoer? But if they do this, what if they are anxious to kill that woman?"

Miss Lisa finally couldn't help but speak. Then she shook her sharp ears, near or far, with a harsh cry and muffled groan, so empty that it was not as if humans could make it, and it also made her feel very bad.

"If they had mastered Dahni, they would have released her for negotiations early on. In fact, from the beginning, have you seen a guy like the leader trying to come out to communicate?" Edward sneered and waved his hand, and more rock thorns extended from the ground and some other place on the wall, dismantling a trench that Dow had just adjusted and mobilized to pieces. And all the soldiers did not get a chance to escape.

After killing several mages, the psychic warlock no longer uses their psychic points, but handed over all the killings to stone elemental creatures. The layers of rock thorns can not only effectively disperse and kill groups of opponents, but also block all the channels around them. With their gradual pace, the Spider Avenue is changing from all directions to a single straight line. The Drows who lack mages cannot remove the layers of sharp stone thorns as sharp as sword blades, let alone stepping from above.

"I'm no longer in the mood to tolerate the calculations of these idiots. If they can't understand their value, then change to a more suitable group. Since Rose handed them over to me, I should have let them understand that I am an existence that conforms to their godly character. In addition, this is also a warning to Rose. If she wants me to help her, it's better to put away her crazy and dagger behind her!"

He sneered, but the message brought by the cold voice scared the half-elf.

"Warning a god? I said Edward, this is not a good idea. You know, Rose is at least the main god of the entire dark area..."

"Oh, Lisa, you're very optimistic about her? Do you think she can ignore the God of Judgment, the God of Justice, or the Sun God?"

The half-elves frowned, and of course she knew the meaning of the psychic warlock. For the actions of the "evil plan" that defeated the spider and touched the surface, the gods on the righteous side would definitely happily carry out a strangle at the first time, but the problem is that it would not be of any benefit to Edward.

"But...but...just for that woman? For that guy, you have to turn against a god?" she asked in disbelief.

"First of all, when judging right or wrong, you must understand your position. This way you will not lose your goals. And girl, you should know that Dahni Fiblanche is mine, but Rose's plan for the main material plane is not."

He sneered: "My qualities may be some excellent places, but they are never too many. And there is no such thing as a broad mind... If I believe that it belongs to me, no matter who it is, whether it is a human or a god, don't think of it. Otherwise, I will spit out what I have eaten and send it back to me... Yes, it's natural to add interest."

He reached out and tidied up his cloak, lifted his hood behind him, revealing his silver-gray hair and his face that had become pale due to lack of light.

It was a face as cold as a statue, with only the sharp edge of the blade flashing in her eyes, which even made Lisa, who was standing beside him, take a breath of air conditioning, unable to believe it. It was the expression she was familiar with and admiring young humans that could show.

The psychic warlock narrowed his eyes. He did not pay attention to his companions' doubts in front of him. A row of figures gathered together, and the robes used by the Drow's mages floated and dispersed in the air. A wall was like a line in the air on the other side of the Spider's Back Avenue. Twelve pairs of eyes stared at the person in the black robe. The waves of magic instantly twisted the magic net around him into a terrifying void.

"No matter who you are, surrender, or the Council will give you a fair judgment, and we..."

The mage in charge sneered and lowered his eyes slightly to look down at the opponent.

The power of the mages emphasizes explosion too much. Even a real mage cannot maintain his wild power for several hourglass. Therefore, in the eyes of some of the mages, their time has come. The power to kill hundreds of people is enough for a mage to consume his most powerful offensive spell, and a mage who is trapped in simple defense is no longer a threat.

What's more, they are numerous and powerful.

In the face of the attacks that twelve mages burst out at the same time, there was no room for counterattack. When the twelve mages were divided into two groups, blocking six directions while attacking to maintain twelve waves, no mortal could protect himself in this storm-like attack, even if the opponent had a surprising magic weapon... a hint of greed flashed in the eyes of Zoer Mage,

Hopefully the necromancer won't cause too much damage to that thing.

Before the call ended, six mages raised their hands at the same time, and the same spell was released at the same time. This was the success of the Drown mages' research on spells. The superimposed magical ability allows them to penetrate almost any protection obstacle, even the rainbow magic wall, which is known as the strongest protection.

"A stupid fool who claims to be smart..."

The psychic sneered, and he raised his head, staring at the stalactite at the highest point of the city, as if the fierce gray-red luster that was about to touch him was just a boring joke.

And it turns out that this is true. The luster that can disintegrate and eliminate most of the life traits disappeared the moment it touched him, like a flashing firefly light.

Is the upgraded spell invalid barrier? Or is it an anti-magic power field?

Such thoughts flashed through every mage's mind, but before there was enough time to change their thoughts, they could no longer imagine them or thought of retreating, and then they could reach the dark red mist that was flying in front of them. The mist occupied almost the entire field of view, and warmly formed a cluster of light in Zhuoer's infrared vision.

Then there was the terrible sting and the surrounding scenery that was spinning and flashing.

In the eyes of all those who raised their heads, a twisted ripples were spreading in the air, and ripples rippled across the row of mages; the sound waves that exceeded the limit of hearing had no sound, and just slashed quietly like a blade... Then, a harsh explosion burst, and a heavy rain sowed above the entire field, with blood splashing everywhere, mixed with countless broken limb fragments or internal organs.

So, the next team of Chalde appeared surprisingly fast.

They stepped out of the teleportation luster, then raised the scepter in their hands high, bowed and bowed within a hundred feet of the four humans.

"His Excellency, we come to you, humble and regretful." A priestess in the head whispered: "We accept the punishment you give, but I hope you can also give us the reason for punishment."

"Stop talking nonsense, you know what I want, so just save the nonsense. Return her to me."

"but……"

The priestess raised her head, but before she could defend her, an invisible force broke from her, and a mistress of the drow was split into pieces, with the blood mixed with a pungent smell, which immediately pressed her defense back to her throat!

Dahni Febranchi!

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!