Chapter 176 Time Magic

Not long after, the Sandstone Tribe on the cliff behind Eagle Nest Gulch was completely wiped out.

The corpses of several thousand Mountain Dwarf warriors lay on the ground.

Even more corpses were buried underground by the large-scale collapses caused by the Earthquake spell.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the vast majority of the Mountain Dwarf corpses hadn't died normally. Within their heavy armor, the withered, ancient bodies looked incredibly bizarre.

The dwarves appeared to have had their lifespans drained, each one withering and drying up.

Amidst the pile of corpses, "Forbidden Sister" Jona Bell Martha stood alone with her eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. The magic wand in her hand radiated a strange light that seemed to distort the very space around her.

No one dared approach within a hundred meters of the light's reach.

After a long while, Jona Bell suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and bright.

She seemed to relish this feeling, muttering to herself, "The Mountain Dwarves truly are a race that inherited the long-lived bloodline of the mythical dwarves. Each one can have such a rich life essence extracted..."

After the great battle, she didn't feel weakened at all; instead, she was incredibly energetic.

Looking at the Ouroboros totem on the armor of these dwarf tribal chiefs, she had obtained the information she desired.

"Such an exaggerated 'space-time rift'... it seems the God-King artifact [Ouroboros Temporal Ring] may indeed have a fragment here."

Jona Bell thought of something, and her gaze towards the sky became fervent. "Great Lord, please hear the prayers of your most faithful servant..."

After whispering for a long time, as if a mysterious prayer ritual was completed, her gaze returned to normal.

"Notify those adventurer groups to attack the various dwarf tribes. Law-aligned members, prepare to welcome the Legion's arrival!"

"Yes, Your Grace!"

For a time, the accompanying personnel were also busy.

...

At the same time that the battle was taking place in Eagle Nest Gulch, dozens of adventurer groups had already arrived in their designated areas.

Suren and Number Nineteen, along with the rest of the Iron Shield Adventurer Group, had arrived in this dense forest last night and were setting up camp and resting.

Large-scale wilderness reclamation required waiting for the order to act collectively, but since they were getting paid even while idle, the adventurers weren't in a hurry to move out.

Surrounding them were trees hundreds of meters tall, their canopies reaching for the sky, with little sunlight reaching the forest floor.

The group was playing cards, bragging, and lazily napping around the campfire.

Just then, several kilometers outside the camp,

high in the hundred-meter-tall, dense canopy, a crow was flapping its wings, surveying the surrounding terrain from above.

The overlapping mountains didn't provide a very open view.

After watching for a while without finding anything, a transparent figure teleported a thousand meters into the sky, and the view instantly became clear.

Suren knew that those from the Pantheon Plane were likely about to take action now that the team had stopped.

He always felt that those guys recruited so many adventurers for more than just wilderness reclamation.

His All-Knowing Eye could see extremely far, and even the giant, sword-like God Mountain several kilometers away was clearly visible.

According to the Moses Family's map, [Animated Silver] was on the west side of that mountain range.

At this moment, Suren's eyes could finally see the full extent of that pitch-black rift, which stretched for tens of kilometers. Viewed from high above, it looked like a sword scar carved into the earth by a giant sword.

It was a forbidden zone for adventurers.

Because no one who approached it had ever come out alive.

Focusing his pupils to identify it, the name [Grievance Space of the Dwarf King] immediately appeared.

"So that 'Howling Abyss' is really a T-grade cursed space. The Mountain Dwarf race was once enslaved by an evil dragon, turning it into a grievance space..."

Suren identified it and discovered a lot of interesting information. He was surprised to learn, "This Monster Mountain Range actually once had dragons?"

Apart from the situation inside the cursed space, the rest wasn't too different from the information he had obtained.

However, seeing that exaggerated fissure in the earth, some thoughts flashed through Suren's mind.

This was the most expansive cursed space he had ever seen.

To form such a large-scale cursed space and maintain it for so many years, the energy required must also be extremely exaggerated.

"In that case, there must be some treasure maintaining the space's operation. Could there really be a divine tomb beneath this ground?"

Suren had experienced quite a few cursed spaces, and he had also figured out some patterns.

Moreover, now that he looked closely, he was increasingly convinced that the legend about two gods battling here, one of whom died, might be true.

Having previously stripped some of the [Gravedigger] class abilities, Suren could now understand many traces related to tombs.

If a powerful corpse was buried underground, the leaking corpse energy would inevitably affect the surface terrain, creatures, vegetation, and spiritual energy.

Looking down from above, the mountain's trend near the God Mountain Range seemed to have been affected by some special corpse energy, which had turned it into its current state.

However, this manifestation was already very weak, as if too much time had passed and it had returned to silence.

Or had it been modified by external forces?

Suren's mind raced as he turned his gaze back to a gully a dozen kilometers away.

There, wisps of black smoke were rising.

Although the Mountain Dwarf race lived underground, the waste gas produced by their forging equipment and smelting ore would also be discharged to the surface.

"That should be the Mountain Dwarves' 'Black Stone Tribe'..."

Suren guessed that the Iron Shield Adventurer Group was camped nearby, and it was highly likely that they would clash with that dwarf tribe.

But it seemed insufficient.

The Mountain Dwarf race, which even the Mafa military found棘手, couldn't be easily taken down with only some reckless adventurers.

Suren felt that he couldn't quite understand the plans of those from the Pantheon Plane.

...

After observing, Suren returned to the ground.

He removed the shroud and walked back towards the camp.

No one noticed where he had gone.

When he returned, Number Nineteen was roasting meat over the campfire.

The fragrant venison, golden and glistening with oil, sizzled over the flames.

Number Nineteen saw Suren return, handed him the meat skewer, and said with a smile, "The meat is just cooked, try it."

Suren smiled, took it, and took a bite, his mouth filling with juice.

He had to admit, the taste was really good.

He exclaimed, "Mm, tastes great."

Number Nineteen's lips curved up at his words.

Over the past ten days, the two hadn't shown any outstanding qualities in the adventurer group.

Apart from the usual sentry duty, they weren't proactive in anything else.

In the eyes of others, they were just freeloaders looking for easy mission rewards.

However, these temporary adventurers were peripheral figures in the team to begin with, and neither of them wanted to get close to others, so they were happy to be isolated.

Suren was the main one eating the roasted meat, while Number Nineteen was just pretending to eat.

The two ate and chatted.

"Those mages haven't come out of the tent. It looks like they're preparing some large-scale magic. I used an energy detector to observe it just now, and there's been a constant magical fluctuation..."

"Mm. I also think they're about to make a move. To the northeast is the Black Stone Tribe of the dwarves, their numbers may be quite large. When I was observing just now, there were bird movements, the dwarves might have been sneaking over to scout. When the conflict starts, we should try to stay out of it."

"So we're just waiting for them to make a move?"

"Mm. I suspect that the Holy Church's 'Forbidden Sister' Jona Bell Martha is in the forest. That person's abilities are unknown, and I'm not confident I can defeat her. So if we rashly make a move now, not only will it not have a good effect, but it will also expose us and put us in danger. Moreover, mages have methods of controlling minds like [Soul Capture] and [Faith Enslavement]. The vice president of the Adventurers' Guild, Boll, is so actively organizing recruitment rewards, he's probably already become a pawn of the Pantheon race. And the leader of this Iron Shield Group, Brooke, has probably been affected by magic too. When the time comes, anyone could be an enemy, so be careful..."

"Alright!"

"..."

Suren had roughly guessed the enemy's plan, which was likely to use the adventurers to wear down the Mountain Dwarves.

So if they made a move now, it would be equivalent to the two of them facing not only the Pantheon's mages but also the encirclement and suppression of all the mercenaries.

And even the Dwarf race.

No matter how confident Suren was, he didn't plan on making enemies on all sides in the Monster Mountain Range.

He could only wait for an opportunity.

The best time to find a chance to act was when the adventurers and Mountain Dwarves clashed, and someone else was sharing the pressure.

As for the outcome of the conflict between the dwarves and the adventurers, Suren and Nineteen didn't care.

Their goal from start to finish was to destroy whatever the Pantheon race wanted to do.

...

After the two had finished eating, they sat in the tent and meditated.

In the communicator, team leader Brooke had already sent a notification about preparing for the mission, telling everyone to rest well, and there would be mission actions at any time.

The mercenaries were also sharpening their knives and excitedly preparing for battle.

From departure to now, it seemed no different from previous wilderness reclamation operations.

However, before long, an unexpected situation suddenly arose!

In the tent, Suren suddenly sensed something and suddenly opened his eyes from meditation: "Here they come!"

Hearing this, Nineteen, who was beside him, also looked serious. The power furnace began to accumulate energy, and the armor on her body transformed into battle mode with a series of clicks and clacks.

With the Black Umbrella in hand, Suren's soul perception covered a large area of the surrounding forest. Just now, thousands of people had appeared, densely packed, rushing towards the camp at great speed.

"嗖!"

"嗖!"

"..."

Before the people arrived, a series of wind-breaking sounds had already rang out.

Just by listening to the sound of the wind, Suren knew that countless arrows were coming.

Just then, a hole was shot through the tent, and he quickly grabbed forward, catching a fletched arrow wrapped in a spiral of air.

The entire arrow was shimmering with blue-white magic patterns, identified as third-level "Sharpness Rune" and third-level "Gale Rune".

But it wasn't a common alchemy system.

Suren discerned the composition of the mysterious rune language and muttered, "The Dwarf race's rune attainments are very high."

Nineteen, who was beside him, thought for a moment and said, "It seems the half-elves are also participating in the war."

Suren frowned, and a flash of inspiration hit him.

Such a large-scale attack looked like a fight to the death. It wouldn't be right if it was a test.

He immediately made a judgment: "Other dwarf tribes must have been attacked. This is a retaliatory attack. Prepare for battle."

Nineteen also nodded, and the spatial fluctuations of the mechanical armor on his body rose up, and with a snap, his whole body had entered a fully armed state.

During these days, although the two had been lazy, they hadn't been idle.

Suren was tinkering with his Gargoyle Legion, and Nineteen's battle mecha had also been greatly improved.

The war workshop had a Mafa first-class mecha production line, and Nineteen used everything that could be used. Although it couldn't be said to be at the level of a seventh-level modification, it was close.

Moreover, super mecha warriors didn't have limb restrictions, and Nineteen could add almost any form of mechanical equipment. Her current combat power wasn't bad.

It was only after this round of arrows that the people in the camp realized the abnormality, and the sentry shouted, "Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"..."

Shouts came from all directions.

Immediately, dense gunshot sounds rang out, along with the sound of various steam furnaces accumulating air and mechanical contact.

Suren lifted the corner of the tent's curtain and saw figures that looked like semi-transparent people drawing bows and shooting arrows on the distant giant trees.

These were "half-elves" of the jungle.

Legend has it that they were descendants of the mythical elf race. They had outstanding archery talents and stealth abilities, and they were naturally extremely beautiful.

Although the Mafa Empire abolished slavery, there were no restrictions on the slave trade of alien races.

These half-elves hidden deep in the Monster Mountain Range were also one of the adventurers' favorite prey.

But now, those half-elf archers were turning into death reapers, their feathered arrows covering the camp as densely as raindrops.

The penetrating power of these magic arrows could easily penetrate ordinary steel plates. Even though there were armor-protected baffles in the Iron Shield regiment's camp, many adventurers were pierced through their bodies.

Wails were incessant in the camp.

After the rain of arrows attacked, the sound of dense hoofbeats echoed in the jungle.

Looking closely, dwarves wearing heavy armor were riding giant-horned antelopes covered in heavy armor.

Some of them were holding large iron hammers, while others were holding strangely shaped magic muskets.

When those muskets fired, they spewed thick white smoke, like ancient matchlock guns. But their power was as great as cannons, blasting the camp with flying mud and scattering the mechanical warriors.

However, the old-brand Iron Shield Regiment had rich field combat experience, and its counterattacks were sharp enough.

Heavy armored mechanical warriors came on stage, and the two sides fought fiercely in the jungle.

Even though the camp outside was in a lively battle, Suren and Nineteen didn't mean to go out to help.

After taking a look, he put down the curtain of the tent.

Those magic arrows and bullets were no threat to them.

Suren sensed it, and the five mages in the central tent of the camp hadn't moved yet, so he wasn't in a hurry to show up either.

He released the black crow, and after observing it on top of the canopy, he realized that not only their place, but battles and explosions were coming from all directions in the forest.

Seeing this scene, Suren was even more puzzled and murmured, "It's strange, what exactly are those mages trying to do?"

If they just wanted to use adventurers to consume the Dwarf race, they should wait a few more days and accumulate more adventurers before making a move.

But now, it didn't seem like the time was ripe.

...

The battle became more and more intense, and explosions echoed everywhere in the forest. Almost the entire jungle near "God Mountain" was ignited by the flames of war, vaguely forming a large circle.

It looked like a large-scale counterattack action premeditated by the Mountain Dwarf race.

Although Suren wasn't an adventurer, he had heard that the bearded dwarves were all hot-tempered.

If they were offended by an adventurer, they wouldn't hesitate to retaliate.

This temper was also easily exploited.

Killing one would inevitably attract a bunch.

Just thinking of this, Suren smelled a conspiracy.

But...

The Pantheon race deliberately angered the Dwarf race, causing them to beat the mercenaries into a mess, what good would that do?

Thinking of this, Suren focused his attention completely on the tent in the center of the camp.

The five mages who came with the Iron Shield regiment hadn't taken any action so far, and were obviously planning something.

Sure enough, before long, the black crow on his shoulder suddenly cawed, issuing a danger warning.

Suren's gaze sharpened.

Without any hesitation, he put his arms around Nineteen's steel waist and teleported back hundreds of meters.

In the next instant, a surge of majestic magical energy suddenly exploded in the tent in the camp!

Before the hundreds of adventurers and Mountain Dwarves in the camp could react, the magic white light covered everyone.

However, a bizarre scene immediately played out.

Those who were illuminated by the white light hadn't reacted to what had happened, and the look on their faces quickly dimmed.

The adventurers were usually in their prime, but after being irradiated by this magic white light, their faces visibly aged, and their hair became dry and white.

In just a few breaths, everyone seemed to have aged more than ten or twenty years.

Moreover, the trend of aging didn't mean to slow down at all.

In that magic white light, there seemed to be a mysterious force extracting their lives.

When the adventurers discovered the abnormality of their bodies and wanted to escape, they found that they couldn't move their legs.

Although the machinery had auxiliary kinetic energy devices, it was predicated on your own limbs providing certain power and issuing action commands to the mechanical limbs.

Mechanical warriors' physical qualities were very poor to begin with, and after suddenly aging decades, the huge loss of physical strength made it very difficult for them to drive the mechanical skeleton.

Even if there were a few who still had the strength to drive the mecha, they were like old men, struggling to launch the jet furnace and wanting to escape. But the speed of aging became faster and faster, and the heavy armor became the last straw that broke the camel's back. They despairingly found that more and more power was extracted, and the possibility of escaping the irradiation of the white light was becoming increasingly slim.

Not only the adventurers, but the Mountain Dwarves were also the same.

Obvious signs of aging also appeared on their faces.

But the Dwarf race lived very long.

Although they weren't like the mythical legends who could live eight hundred or a thousand years at every turn, the Mountain Dwarf race could normally live two or three hundred years, which was several times the lifespan of ordinary humans.

Moreover, when they were irradiated by the white light, the magic纹 armor on their bodies exempted part of the light.

So even if they were extracted for decades of life at first sight, they still had a certain ability to act.

The leader of the Black Stone Tribe dwarves who participated in the surprise attack discovered the abnormality and shouted, "Retreat!"

However, they could hold on, but the sitting antelope instantly collapsed to the ground.

These magical beasts, which only had a lifespan of ten or twenty years, didn't react at all when they were irradiated by the white light, and directly aged and died violently.

Hundreds of the thousand dwarves who participated in the surprise attack escaped the range of the light.

But most of them still fell to the ground and had their lifespans drained, leaving them in the camp.

...

Damn it!

The camp is bait!

Seeing the magic white light in front of him, Suren's eyes trembled, and he murmured to himself: "Forbidden Curse - Life Forbidden Zone!"

He didn't understand where he was, and he was shocked: "I was careless... I thought he was going to use mercenaries to consume the Dwarf race. It turned out to be to extract the power of time!"

When he identified what the white magic radiance was just now, Suren suddenly understood everything.

From the beginning to the end, those guys on the Pantheon Plane didn't plan to borrow a knife to kill people.

In their eyes, the alchemical life was all "nourishment"!

In fact, the adventurers were originally bait to lure out the Dwarf race!

It wasn't entirely Suren's carelessness.

But the situation in front of him was indeed a means that he had never seen before.

The law of time was one of the rarest high-level laws in the world, and he had never seen anyone who possessed this ability.

Even in the intelligence that had been stripped before, no mages had ever seen anyone who understood "time magic"!

"Time? Is death the end of life on the timeline too?"

A flash of insight flashed through Suren's mind, as if he had caught something.

But he didn't have time to taste it, and he suddenly thought again: "Could it be that the Holy Church's "Forbidden Sister" Jona Bell Martha is a time mage?"

At the same time as the headache, he secretly rejoiced that he hadn't acted rashly before.

Otherwise, he would have really had no chance of winning if he had encountered this evil method.

However, this was obviously just the beginning!

The worse was yet to come!

At this time, as if he had drawn enough time energy, a nine-pointed star magic circle suddenly lit up on the ground of the tent in the center of the camp, and a huge pillar of light rose into the sky.

The beam of light converged in the sky, and soon formed a super large magic circle covering the mountains near the entire Giant God Mountain.

In the sky, a terrifying spatial fluctuation surged out, as if there was a big hand behind that sky, as if it was going to tear the sky apart.

Looking again, there were shadows in the sky, and scenes like mirages appeared.

The shadows were densely packed, all wearing the mage's iconic robe. A legion of ten thousand people had been assembled, waiting to descend into this world.

Others might not understand what this was, but when Suren saw this, he knew that this was the scene of the Pantheon Plane Mage Legion assembling!

He secretly said that it wasn't good, and was shocked: "Damn it! Could someone have mobilized the power of time and space in the "cursed space" and wanted to forcibly open the plane channel?"

Although he didn't know how those guys did it, judging from all the signs, the situation was going in the worst direction!

...

"This is terrible...!"

Looking at this battle, Suren wanted to protect himself.

But if a super-large mage group was allowed to descend, the crisis of the alchemical plane's demise might be brought forward.

In this instant, Suren caught a glimpse of the five mages who were still casting spells in the camp, a flash of cold light flashed in his eyes, and his murderous intent was determined.

Although he didn't know if he could stop it, this was the only thing he could do!

However, just as Suren was about to act, a flaming rune hammer was thrown towards him at a high speed with a heat wave.

The murderous intent forced his scalp to tingle slightly, and he glanced over.

[Fire Dragon Scale Pattern Short Handle Storm Hammer]

Details: The Mountain Dwarves' inherited sacred object, one of the twelve epic heavy hammers. This is an ancient object that has witnessed history; its material is made of Zabil alloy, one of the most hard, heat-resistant, and highest metals in the world, and it has a trace of the atmosphere of the original material; The hammer favored by fate will greatly increase the success rate of forging; Only dwarven blood can perfectly exert its effect;

Suren had seen this hammer just now, this was the weapon in the hand of the Dwarf patriarch.

When this hammer was thrown out, it was like a cannonball, blessed by the three laws of force, storm, and flame, and its lethality was extremely great. It posed a fatal threat to sixth-order professionals.

This flying hammer didn't have any skills, it was straightforward.

Seeing this hammer coming at a high speed, Suren instinctively reached out and grabbed the handle of the hammer.

Suddenly, a huge force hit him, and the muscles on his arm instantly swelled up.

"So heavy!"

Suren's pupils shrank violently, as if he had clamped a struggling beast in his hand.

He didn't have the heart to waste time here. The super power brought by [Isaac Giant's Power] burst out instantly, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and he pinched it violently, as if he had strangled the beast alive in his hand.

When the rushing force dissipated, Suren also firmly held the hammer in his hand.

The weight of this hammer alone was tens of thousands of pounds!

Seeing this scene, even the dwarves were stunned.

Because this hammer, which symbolized the inheritance of the dwarves, not only needed super power to lift it, but also had to be someone who had no malice towards the Dwarves!

The humans who invaded the territory in front of them actually picked up the hammer?

Suren glanced at it, and the one who threw the hammer was naturally the group of dwarves who survived the effects of time magic.

It was normal for the Dwarf race to be hostile to him, after all, he came with the adventurer group.

But he didn't have the interest to explain more to these dwarves now. He threw down the hammer, and as soon as a black field appeared on his body, his whole body disappeared on the spot.

"Dong!"

With a heavy muffled sound, the hammer landed, blasting out a deep pit.

Seeing this scene, all the dwarves were stunned in place.

Looking again, the figure had rushed to the five mages in the distance!

...

Suren was extremely fast!

In the blink of an eye, he had approached the five mages.

Just now, he had observed the speed at which those mercenaries aged when they were irradiated by the magic light, and had also calculated some data in his mind.

Thinking that even if he forced his way over, he might lose several years of life in a second.

If you want to fight,

just take a quick decision,

there was no room for any hesitation!

Suren originally thought that as long as he "seconded" the five mages, even if he lost a little life, it wouldn't be much.

But unexpectedly, fortunately, he found that his death field completely blocked the passage of life!

"Sure enough, this "Forbidden Curse - Life Forbidden Zone" is still a halo-like magic. As long as the field is strong enough, it can be completely resisted!"

Suren instantly understood something.

His death field was very special. Although it hadn't formed a complete field, its effect wasn't inferior to most seventh-order fields.

Now wasn't the time to think about it.

A thought flashed through his mind, and more than thirty gargoyles had already appeared beside Suren.

The crowd in the war workshop had been working overtime for more than ten days, and finally completed the gargoyles to form combat power. It was to deal with such emergencies!

Unexpectedly, it would be used so soon.

Gargoyles were dead objects, and they wouldn't be affected by life decay.

Suren held a black scythe in his left hand and a dragon-slaying dagger in his right hand, and dozens of gargoyles waved their fists with spatial fluctuations, smashing towards the five mages.

Just now, he was thinking about "seconding" these people, at least destroying their magic. This attack was the most lethal means of attack.

In an instant, the energy erupted by the gargoyle regiment was like a volcanic eruption, rushing straight towards the magic shields of the five mages.

Obviously, these guys had been prepared for a long time, and the magic shields they constructed were enough to block the full attacks of most seventh-order enemies.

But!

It wasn't enough at all now!

The gargoyles that Suren made now were the quasi-seventh-order combat power.

This was still the quasi-seventh-order of the alchemy plane, and it could completely withstand the seventh-order archmages of the pantheon plane.

Under normal circumstances, the defense limit of a magic shield condensed by a seventh-order mage was about 1.2-1.5 times the energy defense of a magic attack by an enemy of the same order.

One was enough to use, and the second was that the upper limit of this kind of magic shield was like this.

The magic shield jointly arranged by the five people, with the blessing of the enchantment, was probably ten times the defensive power of the same order.

These five people probably didn't expect that they would encounter more than thirty enemies of the same order attacking at the same time!

"Dong!"

Random punches fell and hit at the same time.

The terrifying energy fluctuations exploded in a circle of ripples, and the giant trees around the camp fell in pieces.

The magic shields of the five mages only lasted for a moment, and they shattered easily like bubbles.

The five mages who had their shields broken were like lambs to be slaughtered, their eyes full of horror and disbelief.

Suren didn't give them any chance, and the black scythe and dagger had arrived quietly.

"Shua", "Shua", "Shua"...

A cold light flashed.

With five consecutive slashes, the five archmages who were maintaining the operation of the magic circle didn't have any room to resist, and their heads fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.

Suren didn't drag his feet and took the corpses of the five archmages and all the materials of the magic circle around them into the little void realm in one go.

At the same time, the nine-pointed star array under his feet also dimmed instantly.

...

The huge formation in the sky also lacked an important beam of light, and seemed to show signs of collapse.

Suren breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he didn't do useless work.

At this time, coincidentally, just as he killed this group of mages and extinguished a beam of light. Then, more than ten kilometers away, another beam of magic light was also extinguished.

Looking at the signs, it was obvious that the five-person magic team at that place was also killed?

"Eh... who else can break that magic circle? Could it be the top combat power of the Mafa military?"

Suren thought of something in an instant.

The biggest reason why he could second these five mages was that he knew enough about the enemy.

If it was someone else who wanted to kill the five-person magic team so quickly, their means, judgment, and strength couldn't be underestimated.

Ordinary seventh-order professionals definitely couldn't do it.

If it was replaced by a mechanical warrior... perhaps it was an eighth-order!

This was definitely not an adventurer, and was probably someone from the Mafa military.

However, thinking that the commotion caused by this employment was so big, it wasn't surprising that there were experts from Mafa.

Moreover, what made Suren breathe a sigh of relief was that with the lack of these two beams of light, the trend of tearing the space in the sky had completely stopped, and the spatial fluctuations had completely stopped.

"Hu..."

Suren breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed to be blocked.

However, he didn't feel relaxed at all. On the contrary, at the moment when the magic beam was extinguished, a cold murderous intent that made his scalp tingle made his heart skip a beat.

The black crow on his shoulder cawed, and Suren's eyes jumped.

He knew that after destroying the magic circle set up by those guys on the Pantheon Plane, the top experts among the enemies would definitely come to his door.

Now, was the most dangerous time!