"I'm really sorry, not only the two of them, but I don't trust everyone here. Including you, the great wizard."

While speaking, he walked towards the young black hair:

"Zach Stuart, your magic seems to be only in the hearts of the people, and faith has it..."

The Duke raised his right hand and reached towards the diamond-shaped pendant on the mage's chest.

"If you don't believe it, you won't..."

Halfway through his words, Moerfan's gaze was attracted by the person on the other side of the long table.

That was his secret ally, and he was also the one who was placed here to control the forbidden demon barrier and control the overall situation.

The most powerful human warlock.

Philiba Ehart.

The sorcerer who has always been arrogant and indifferent now seems to be a little restless.

She was frowning and staring at the black-haired young man opposite the table, her already tiny pupils had shrunk to almost disappear.

The Duke looked back at the young man beside him in confusion and found that the other party was still randomly looking at the four walls of the room.

His eyes swept across the roof and the walls, as if he was tracking something...

Slowly, slowly...

The sight fell on Philiba.

A drop of sweat slid down the sorcerer's forehead.

"Molfan!" Philiba shouted: "Things are not right! Take control of Enxi..."

Bang!

The sorcerer flew backwards with a loud bang.

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Margarita was looking at the ground in disbelief.

Too much has happened in the past few days.

She was sandwiched between several men and made countless difficult choices.

She had expected this coup and was also in it.

Helplessness and unknown fear are devouring her.

The guilt of betraying her friend almost overwhelmed her.

Bang!

A loud bang shocked her whole body, and she almost pulled down a strand of blonde hair wrapped around her fingers.

She looked up and saw that Philiba had collapsed by the wall, and blood was spraying out of her mouth and nose.

Chaos immediately filled her mind.

Immediately afterwards, she felt that the chaotic energy disturbed by the forbidden magic circle around her suddenly returned to normal, and everyone around the long table was also shocked.

The sorcerer suddenly realized something, and she turned to look at the black-haired young man.

The other party was smiling and looking at him.

The world suddenly rotated, the fishy smell filled the nasal cavity, and warm liquid flowed out of the nostrils.

In the moment before losing consciousness,

She saw Morfan's hands being torn into pieces of flesh.

The bald officer and two guards were slapped on the ground by invisible force.

The deformed black armor and flesh were pressed into a thin piece.

It's like a snail being trampled.
Chapter completed!