Only a slight silver color in the dark pupils added some more mysterious and even weird atmosphere to her.

"This is inevitable. Then, let's end this disgusting everything."

Her voice echoed again, still charming, but Edward seemed to feel a deep chill that was blowing into his body - like the whistling ice wind blowing from the depths of the glacier, changing and cruel... and seems to never stop.

"Yes, how could it be not for yourself? It's worthy of being the goddess of magic..."

He spoke sarcastically. Then he took a deep breath - the dizzy tremor slowly squeezed his mind, and even made his body tremble slightly involuntarily. The psychic warlock had to calm down before he could maintain his standing posture, but this feeling was not as unbearable as imagined. After gritting his teeth, the feeling that the soul seemed to be sucked out of his body was greatly weakened.

"Raising up the hull and bombarding the center of the magic circle!" Edward ordered.

His voice echoed in a golden color, but the next moment, his eyes widened because of incredibleness. On the Catastrophe, the formation of space magic was dissipating layer by layer, closing, and the armor was sliding, reconnecting the inside of the hull and covering it up, and all the energy was gradually disappearing.

"Close the main gun door, all energy arrays enter standby, and the warship retreats to seven o'clock and standby..."

It seemed that there was a voice that echoed in his heart. It was not very real, but it was enough to make the spirit of the psychic shaking - because the sound was too familiar, even if it was blurred and distorted. He could recognize the unique pronunciation and the ups and downs that seemed to be chanting a mantra, knowing that it belonged to a ** teacher.

That was the voice of Master Albert.

Then, there was another familiar voice, which was charming and gentle, yet full of confidence, God's voice.

"Human. I said that you still cannot get rid of the shortcomings that are necessary for a simple soul. Arrogance makes you obsessed with and cannot recognize your own limits. Do you think you can truly see through the plans of the gods?" Mithra's voice was calm, with satisfactory mockery: "You are indeed very powerful, but as long as you are still stuck in your own existence and against human identity, you must face many weaknesses. For example, you may never consider that when you are enemies of the God of Magic, then those mages can still be trusted?"

Yes, the mage is not trustworthy, and there is also. Since the God of Magic controls the magic net of the world, her participation in this matter should not be so slow... It is very likely that she has been completely monitoring everything from the beginning, waiting for the most suitable opportunity to intervene, and quietly inserting her chess piece into every secret corner.

Is it Albert, maybe Hawking, or... Marilyn,?

Edward's thoughts turned, and then, he heard Mithra's laughter. She seemed to be saying, 'You finally understand...'

But in fact, it might be just a spiritual communication, because at this moment, Edward could no longer see anything around him. The grand energy suddenly rushed into the core of the magic circle, and the phantom that transformed into the scenery outside also disappeared. The brighter and brighter light gold came from all directions, thickly poured into the field of vision, hearing, touch, and every part that could be felt.

The Magic Goddess is activateing the seal.

At this moment, the last obstacle that would interfere with her has disappeared. The energy of the city was overloaded because the maze was broken by divine power, and it was difficult to interfere with her for a while. Several gods had been swallowed by her. Although the Lord of Dawn was coming here, facing an enemy with four powerful divine gods who were distracted by the gods, can he cope with the incarnation of divine power he sent in hastily?

The answer is obviously no.

So, Mithra has won.

The moisture in his throat seemed to have completely evaporated, and suddenly there was no meaningful sound in his ears. The whistle of air flow echoed in his ears, and then the eardrums were constantly stirring with the beating of their heart... In contrast, the feeling seemed to be dozens or hundreds of times more sensitive. Edward could clearly feel his fingers shaking, and the long staff seemed to stretch out from his hands &... turned into a silver luster in front of him, as if he was agitation on his own.

Then, the originally light staff became extremely heavy. Even if he tried his best to hold it tightly, it kept slipping away from his hands...

Everything is twisting and changing. The reality of physical existence forms a blur under the action of magic, but it maintains a wonderful order. The soul seems to be torn apart into countless pieces, each piece is burned by the flames of purgatory, everything is collapsed and shattered. Consciousness is divided into countless pieces and forms a screaming torrent,

The pain disappeared before the shouting came out.

Edward opened his eyes suddenly and took a breath. He choked violently, and then stopped suddenly - the feeling was as sudden as it was when it came, but it made the psychic warlock feel a sudden pleasure, because he wanted to stop, and then stopped. This feeling of controlling all the situation in his will is actually very good.

He slowly straightened his waist and saw the peaceful and clean space around him.

It was a gray color, filling every corner of the field of view, and it was called a entity, and it was more like a light mixed in the distance. There was no up or down, and the direction was filled with space, as if the silence of death was the tone of this space. Only by chance would a subtle sound of wind come, and a faint sob sound echoed in the air...

"You... are really not easy to learn a lesson."

But that was not the sound of the wind or sobbing. When the spirit was completely concentrated, you would understand that it was a voice saying this to him.

This voice is cold and calm, but it also carries a great, condescending pressure. Each word is overlapped by countless voices. It is not something that makes people hear it with their ears, but rather it rushes into the body of creatures. It shocks their souls, tearing the human soul world like monsters, pulling it in his direction, and rushing towards the bottomless abyss like a tide...

It's a little bit joyful.

At least, Edward had a hint of joy in his heart, because the voice was also familiar, and he was sure that the sound brought about would never be another betrayal that made people panic and resentful.

No one, God, or any existence, can make him betray.

Of course, joy does not correspond to the ancient evil thing, although Edward's spirit was impacted by the power of the magic net a moment ago, it was not so confused that it could not be thoughtful. It is even more impossible to get the wrong relationship between him and Pan Duorion.

What is worthy of joy is—

Being able to appear in this space proves that at least he is still alive, at least, consciousness still exists. Pan Duorion is able to talk to him, which proves that he has not been swallowed by him, and he has not passed through the barriers of the universe to come here.

If both sides exist, then there is still room for recovery. Even if his body is sealed, Pan Duorion will probably have a way to recover.

"I thought it well, but it is possible. You have already died. I just think your soul is very interesting, so I specially retained him and used it as an entertainment product for myself?"

Obviously, the magic circle of Mithra was not completely unaffected. The cracks generated by the shock of thinking were enough to allow Pan Duorion to steal some of the thought wreckage of the psychic warlock... But Edward didn't care. His eyes swept across the blank space around him, and the flat earth extended from under his feet toward the surroundings.

The sky, the earth, the mountains, the rivers... This time, the scenery in the spiritual space is no longer the world filled with yellow sand, blood mist, tombstones and metal in the infinite sword system, but the lofty and transparent wilderness... It is like Edward's mood at the moment. Only the invader who creeps and squirms on the far horizon, like a tide like a tide, just like the previous memory.

"First of all, I did not voluntarily this time. This is a gift from the goddess of magic."

Edward smiled softly, his eyes reflected the rolling torrent of darkness in the sky, and also reflected the differences. The originally chaotic limbs of the sword had already been much more restrained, and replaced by humanoid bodies, holding up the shaking serrated blades that were constantly shaking, and in the rolling black fog, the shadow of the huge spacecraft slowly poked out the ghost-like bow, with great momentum.

Of course, the ancient evil creatures will not be those brainless monsters. Every attack requires at least more efficient changes... and the most efficient way to adapt to the situation is undoubtedly to absorb the opponent's strengths and combine them with their own advantages.

I have to say that Pan Duorion learned very quickly.

But it was still too slow... Compared to the countless planners, countless programmers, thousands of hours of tests, experiences and trials in Edward's mind, as well as numerous means of numerous failures and successes in the virtual space. Several short and always swept confrontations are not enough to allow anyone to absorb enough spiritual information to turn defense into offense - yes, no one can do it, even ancient evil things will be no exception.

Even this time, the dark shadow with claws in the sky was already more intense and deep than before, but I wanted to pierce Edward's defense...

It's still a little bit worse.

So the psychic wise man withdrew his gaze and whispered in a low voice.

"As for whether I am dead... I heard that the final outcome of the past holders of the royal power seems to be the same. No matter how much damage they caused, they sacrificed countless souls, fought with God, and were finally sealed, but it seems that no one can truly get rid of you. When you are destroyed, their souls will be drained from energy in an instant and no longer exist. Is it?"

Of course, this question cannot be answered, but Edward certainly didn't care whether the other party would answer. He just wanted to ask the question he wanted to ask.

"I didn't pay attention to this problem at the beginning... The more fragments are aggregated, the stronger your control over the holder will be, and eventually merge into one; this sounds normal."

He said slowly, as if he was talking to himself.

"But later I discovered that you may not just control the soul you choose that way, because it is too complicated, which is equivalent to consuming energy at all times. For you who have been locked in the universe, it is not a safe way. What's more, if you rely on this simple method to control them, then the gods will not be unable to unlock your control. No matter how complex the soul combination method is, there are flaws."

Therefore, what Panduorion wants to use should have a more efficient way, and you have to completely manipulate those people. Make sure that they will never betray you and will not be liberated by others.

"This method made me think for a long time, and even began to doubt my thoughts. But I was very lucky. After contacting some things, I suddenly realized... I remembered someone." The psychic squinted his eyes.

"Yenkebguros. That lich. His soul should be placed in his own life box, so why can he still become a master of the royal family? And the royal family's control methods of other souls are more familiar. Controlling the other party's soul, but making him act as usual. It's like a life box. Isn't it?"

The whole world suddenly became quiet.

It’s not that the voice is lost, but that everything seems to be pausing because of the question. It seems to be announcing...this is the answer.

If the user of the royal power is equivalent to an extension of the royal power, but what is the royal power?

It is a key that connects the two universes, which is the representative of Pan Duorion in this world - part of the ancient evil things. Each master of the royal power is like a lich. When he touches the fragments of the royal power, his soul is no longer his own. He is already bound in this thing...

So, Panduorion can face them directly. Give them strength and transform their souls...

Therefore, when the owners of the royal power of all dynasties fail, they will be drained from the royal power and become its last nourishment...

Therefore, even God cannot untie this bond, because the one that connects and controls the user's body is not the user himself at all.

They and the royal power are one.

The silence faded after a moment, and Pan Duorion still did not give any answer. Only the darkness in the sky suddenly thickened in this moment! In the incalculable short period, it had occupied half of the world!

Is it the result of the study or simply a guess of luck? For Pan Duorion, these are no longer important - he doesn't know much about the human in front of him, but he knows his habits - since the answer is revealed, it means that he has found a solution?

But at this moment, now?

His body is being sealed by the gods of that world, and his soul is being eroded by the power of ancient evil things. How can he solve this double crisis? What's more, when he reveals the answer, it means that Pan Duorion will definitely do his best and no longer give him any opportunity to take advantage of it!

"You don't need to worry about this."

Humans smiled.

He slowly stretched out one hand, raised it flat, and his palm was facing upwards.

Wrist, flip downward.

Our Soviets will punish the whole world, from Europe to the Far East of the Neva River, and the earth will sing: the capital, vodka, our Soviet giant bear!

Majestic music floats in this world, and with this passionate sound, the plains and wilderness are filled with metal and smoke and dust - a huge roar echoes, and the luster of metal shines on the earth, shaping a shape that does not belong to this world.

Thirteen:3 meters long, six:5 meters wide, four:6 meters high, and the forward length of the turret was sixteen:7 meters... The battle weight reached an astonishing land monster with an amazing 197 tons. The new Tesla electromagnetic driver developed and improved by the Ulyanovsk Power Development Center let out a roaring roar, and the surging power of up to 3,700 horsepower drove the huge body forward.

The dust pulled out a vast amount of smoke and dust after the four spiraling tracks, and the huge cannon had begun to charge. The capacitor behind the turret emitted amazing heat. The next moment, the electrochemically advanced xe-1 "Judgement Fire" high-explosive anti-tank bomb was filled with the huge 152-mm "Roaring Dragon" cannon by the loader... The blazing flame suddenly erupted, and the titanium alloy warhead broke through the flames of hell and smashed it into the body of a monster. 150 kilograms of ultra-high temperature explosive burst out flames that soared into the sky, completely ripping its target into pieces. The second half of the flying into the sky fell into the group of monsters more than ten meters away with splashes of melted iron, causing a small fire.

The dark shadow suddenly let out a crazy and sharp roar, and the sweeping sound wave seemed to have become a weapon. The transparent sound broke through the sky and rushed straight, without even decay. But as it crossed the space, it hit the sixteen integrated composite armor equivalent to 2,100 mm of homogeneous steel, but it could only dissipate miserably and could not even knock out a slight crack there.

Then, this small resistance triggered a counterattack...

Forty-two days of activation of the remaining seventy-nine giant cannons triggered more storms in the monster community, and the fires rising in sequence were exciting.

Then, above the sky, twenty pairs of 27-degree five-blade coaxial propellers rotated into a blurry halo, slowly lowering the heavy fuselage of twenty double-edged helicopters from above! Eighty sixty-mm dandelion rocket launchers were aimed straight at the darkness ahead, and used the full bomb to launch white smoke and dust similar to angels in the space!

The roar of the engine and the friction of the tracks combine to create Edward's voice.

"This is the last time I've played with you, so, Davarichs, go ahead!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!