"ah!!"

Only Moerfan's scream was left in the room.

He lost his arms and wriggled on the ground like a maggot.

He wanted to stand up several times, but was slipped to the ground by his own blood.

"I didn't expect..." The black-haired mage stroked the wall, and as his fingers passed by, countless complex patterns appeared on the walls of the room.

"There is a new rune in this world that is not even in the world of mages... although it is not very useful."

He turned to look at Philiba leaning against the wall: "Philipba, what do you call this?"

The sorcerer was lying in the corner of the wall dizzy, with blood in his mouth and nose.

She felt that her head had just been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and she briefly lost consciousness, and the forbidden demon barrier also failed.

Moerfan's scream made her wake up a little.

The first thought that came to her mind was how the black-haired mage realized that she was the controller of the Forbidden Demon Enchantment.

But that's just secondary.

Why can this black-haired mage cast spells in the forbidden demon barrier?

Barring her consciousness, she stood up with the wall.

In the blurry vision, he saw the black-haired young man seemingly looking at him:

"Is it called the Forbidden Demon Realm?"

The sorcerer shook his head and immediately wanted to restart the magic circle, but he couldn't concentrate anyway.

A wave of dizziness hit her forehead, and it was already extremely difficult for her to stand simply.

Swallowing a mouthful of blood, Philiba raised her right hand and barely recited a simple spell.

A scorching flame shot at the "Magic".

The orange-red tongue of flame gradually turned dark red in the air, and then disappeared a few feet ahead of the other side.

Only a faint hot wind blew on the young man's face, fiddling with the black hair on his forehead.

"This magic circle is very interesting..." The young man pointed to the ceiling and walked over directly.

As he approached, the flame tongue that was originally several meters long was compressed and shorter, like a poisonous snake avoiding his most feared natural enemy.

Seeing the other party getting closer, Feliba became more and more frightened and sat back to the wall.

She watched the black-haired young man walk up to him and bent down at her: "Where did you learn this interesting idea?"

The sorcerer shrank to the corner of the wall and opened a translucent shield in panic.

"Hey, I'll ask you a question." The black-haired young man knocked on the shield twice.

Bang bang.

The shield made a clear sound like an eggshell.

The sorcerer watched several cracks spread out on it.

Fear clenched her heart all at once.

She watched the black-haired young man slowly squat down.

Through the shield, the blurry face was like the most terrifying nightmare.

"Stay away from me!" Philipba finally lost her last courage and screamed loudly.

Looking at the sanity of the sorcerer, Zach shook his head:

"The Forbidden Demon Realm..." He breathed a long sigh of relief, and he already understood what the other party was playing: "But you don't know, as long as I want..."

The orange shield flashed for a moment and disappeared in an instant.

"Cough!" Philipba spitted out a mouthful of blood again.

She felt all the chaotic energy around her gathered rapidly towards the young man, and disappeared in a flash.

The magic of the whole room disappeared.

A suffocation instantly flooded Philipba.

Just like being in the most absolute vacuum.

"I'm just standing here, for you warlocks..."

"It's the realm of forbidden demons."

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Vatir was covered in blood.

The sound of fighting and shouting of killing filled my ears.

He threw away the steel sword that had broken blades in his hand, picked up a weapon from the ground, and joined the battle again.

In addition to the smell of blood, the air is also filled with a lingering smell of fish.

There were corpses around them, all wearing civilian clothes, but the spy leader knew that these people were rebels.

They have been hiding in the city and used fishing boats to smuggle the beach at the foot of the Mount Sinnied Island on the eve of the coup.

Sinid Island looks like a small hill, but it is actually hollow.

The mountains are filled with crisscrossing secret passages connecting the beaches and palaces.

It was precisely because the rebels took advantage of this and cooperated with some of the imperial guards who had turned against each other and quickly controlled the situation.

When he rushed into Gaston Palace with his own troops, the entire building had long been completely controlled by the rebels.

But the spy leader is the expert in the coup. He knows every secret passage and every secret room.

After all, the coup six years ago was planned by him.

Around him, the Nifgad spies wearing black leather armor and holding sharp blades were gracefully and accurately cutting their throats.

These agile assassinators were elites he personally selected.

As the battle progressed, the scale of victory was gradually tilting and sliding towards his side.

The rebels who were trapped in beasts were pushed back and gradually became turtles in the jar.

The front quickly advanced to the second floor of Gaston Palace, but Vatir was still very anxious.

The emperor was in the conference room on the third floor, and he had no idea what was going on there now.

Is Enhill safe or has become a hostage in the hands of the rebels?

After all, the rebellious guards were controlled there, not the mobs around them.

He didn't know whether the emperor's plan worked.

Bang!

A loud bang came from the top of the head, accompanied by the falling dust and walls.

Bang!

Bang!

Two more loud noises rang out from above the head.

Cracks spread from the ceiling.

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The rebels that infiltrated were quickly killed.

When Vatir led his men to the third floor, the strange situation in front of him immediately made him, who had been through many battles, feel a little at a loss.

There was no fierce battle as expected.

He didn't see Moerfan putting his sword on the emperor's neck and letting him kill him.

The wide corridor is still as neat as new, and the guards that were supposed to be placed on both sides are missing.

The main entrance of the conference hall at the end of the corridor is wide open, but you can't see what's happening inside.

Just as he was about to take people forward to check, he suddenly saw more than a dozen fully armed guard soldiers running out of the conference room and rushing towards him.

The subordinates around Vatir raised their weapons one after another and prepared to go up to fight, but the frown spy chief raised his hand to stop them.

The guards had no weapons in their hands, and several of them were missing their helmets, and their faces were filled with horror.

Things are a little strange.

Just when Vatir was wondering, he saw that the guard who landed on the back suddenly became half short...

Then the whole person was photographed on the ground.

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

For a moment, flesh and blood splattered, and the ground within a few meters was dyed red.
To be continued...