Bodefe II successfully broke the skull and brought Castile back from the brink of death.

When the last trace of red light dissipated in the air, Castile's body twitched suddenly and then returned to calm.

The long-legged owl rose from the dead in the form of the Lord.

His eyes opened suddenly, and his pupils quickly focused.

He breathed in the air greedily, as if he wanted to suck the life of the whole world into his lungs.

"Hahuhu~"

Castile's chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed so urgent and rapid, as if he was chasing the breath of life he had just lost.

At this moment, the eyes of the long-legged owl transformed into a master were full of excitement after rebirth.

He slowly sat up and put his hands on the ground, feeling the power of life returning to him.

There was still some blood on his forehead, but that was no longer important because he survived and crawled out of the abyss of death.

"What a miracle!"

Castile's eyes gradually focused on Bodfe II standing in front of him, and looked behind him at the human god - [Osiris].

"Atef crown, golden mask, reversal of life and death shroud, holy pastoral staff and holy flail, emerald green wings, golden holy ring, blue and gold belt..."

He counted in detail the seven obvious characteristics that had appeared on the other party's body. This incarnation had broken away from the apostle's body and began to assume the posture of a god on earth.

Just as Castiel looked at him rudely, the red monk frowned in displeasure.

As he frowned, [Osiris] floating behind him also turned his head, and the face wearing the [Golden Mask] stared at Castile coldly.

Those deep eyes are like stars that see everything, making people shudder.

Upon seeing this, Castile immediately saluted the red monk and [Osiris], then bowed his head respectfully and said:

"Thank you to the great warlock for coming to the rescue."

Bo Defei II looked at the guy he had just rescued and said coldly:

"You must pay attention to your etiquette. Just because you were dying, I tolerated your rudeness. But if there is another time, even if you have the support of the financial group behind you, I will not forgive you easily."

Castile's heart trembled, knowing full well that Bode Fei II, an elegant old guy, could really do such a thing.

"I will obey the orders of the great sorcerer."

Bodefei II nodded with satisfaction, and [Osiris] behind him also disappeared into the void.

After completing the conversation with the red monk Bodfe II, Castile was still breathing and slowly recovering, and his face gradually turned rosy.

His chest was still heaving violently, and the muscles all over his body were still trembling slightly from the life-and-death crisis he had just experienced.

At this moment, Ernest Hayes, the captain of the San Diego Rockets and the real head of the Rockets, strode over.

This 2.1 meter tall man is like an iron tower.

With a serious face, he stood in front of Castile, leaned slightly, and asked in a low and powerful voice:

"Castiel, what happened just now? How come you were suddenly attacked? With [Stora's] agility, authority and the think tank's overclocking computing power, how could you be selected and attacked? Also,

Do you have any clues about the enemy's ability and identity?"

A series of questions came to the long-legged owl master.

The captain's question made Castile's face darken, and he couldn't help but recall the pain that pierced his heart.

His eyes flickered slightly, and his thoughts returned to that moment.

He remembered that thousands of miles away, his incarnation [Stora] succeeded in the second attack and was ready to shuttle...

At that moment, a powerful force struck without warning.

The image of that moment emerged subconsciously in Castiel's mind.

【Stora】is shuttling between the shadows at an astonishing speed, as agile as the wind.

However, at that moment, a fist suddenly appeared from the void, and with unstoppable force, it slammed into [Stora]'s head.

With that blow.

[Stora]'s skull exploded instantly under that punch, fragments flew into the air, and blood and flesh were blurred.

His consciousness was also forcibly pulled back at that moment.

Then, severe pain hit him like a tide, and his head was blown open.

[Incarnation of the Master] is the embodiment of the soul of the [Master]. They are the substitutes of the soul. When the substitute is attacked, the owner of the substitute will naturally suffer the same damage.

There was a trace of fear and fear in Castile's eyes, but more of it was deep doubt and vigilance.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Ernest, with a heavy haze in his eyes.

"That punch was completely beyond my expectation." Castile's voice was low, as if every word carried a heavy weight, "[Stora's] agility and authority should be able to evade any attack.

"

"However, that punch appeared from the void with such speed and power that it was simply unimaginable. I was completely unaware of the enemy's existence until the fist hit [Stora] on the head."

Ernest frowned slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

"So, the enemy's capabilities far exceed our expectations..."

Having said this, the Rockets captain suddenly asked his teammates:

"Do you think the person who attacked you...could be the guy from Hell's Kitchen?"

Upon hearing the captain's question, Castile immediately understood that the captain wanted to ask if the person who attacked him was the fourth sword-bearer in heaven who was walking on earth at the moment.

He denied without hesitation:

"Absolutely impossible!"

Castile took a deep breath, calmed down, and then explained to the captain:

"Captain, you know that after the thaumaturge arrives at the Dominator, there will be a battle between the authority messages.

Once the ability to dominate the incarnation is discovered, it will undoubtedly be very bad for the thaumaturge, because it means that the bottom line has been figured out. Therefore, the next stage of the thaumaturge - [Crown], is not just authority.

The improvement is the high encryption of information and the viralization of messages. At that level, their battle not only competes for authority and elements, but also competes for the more important [Ethernet floating point computing].

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Any information about [Crown] will become an elemental attack that pollutes the sanity. Even if we want to understand a certain [Crown] or even the equivalent Golden King God

Gods with medium-level divine power also need to read it in the special 'protocol layer' of the think tank, and they cannot actively leak it."

Castile continued:

"The information of the many angels in heaven belongs to a special state in Terra; angels are the most active magicians in Terra. Therefore, according to the basic extraordinary prophecy law and extraordinary common sense that everything said and done will leave traces, the angels'

The confidentiality and protection should not be too high, but the fact is exactly the opposite - because the Kingdom of Heaven is the founder of the Curtain, the owner of the Wall of Sighs, and they have the most terrifying think tank... Eden."

Ernest nodded, "Indeed, when faced with the Wall of Sighs, many thaumaturges don't even have a ladder to climb out. They don't even know what the wall is, let alone facing Eden directly."

"But even so, names and deeds cannot be concealed. The existence of individual powerful units is like the sun."

The tall Ernest listened to Castile's explanation, his eyes shining with deep thought.

"The most famous powerful unit in the Kingdom of Heaven is undoubtedly the four great sword-bearers. Although the information of these four is full of taboos and pollution, their names and deeds cannot be concealed."

The first sword holder in heaven, the knight of faith, the master of the thread of fate, the compassionate saint...

The second sword holder in heaven, the one who wrestles with gods, the great sage...

The third sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, the defender of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Lord of the Glass Sea, the blazing sun, the uncrowned lieutenant, the foundation of the Kingdom of Heaven...

The fourth sword-bearer in heaven, the crimson triple crown, the regicide, the supernova, the ‘anointed one’ of Eden…

Among these four, only the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven has not yet arrived at [Miracle], and "very little" news about his incarnation and authority has spread to the outside world.

The impressions and memories of the fourth sword holder are always easy to collapse, even for high-ranking officials of major forces.

When people observe the corresponding ether projection through the ether ocean, they can only vaguely see...

This incarnation of the fourth sword-bearer carries thirty-six wings and three hundred and sixty-five thousand eyes, and his face is brighter than the sun.

And the more detailed information is.

This fourth sword-bearer in heaven is incarnated as an angelic spirit holding a flaming sword.

Of course, there are also rumors that the fourth sword holder is a trinity, possessing a triple transformation of the incarnation spirit or the incarnation clone of the trinity.

There are all kinds of rumors, and no one knows which one is true.

Castile pressed his chest and assured the captain:

"Captain, the main reason why I dare to say that that person is definitely not the angel from Hell's Kitchen is the other party's ability."

As he spoke, he cast his gaze on the red monk, his eyes full of determination and confidence.

"The other person is a Sarkic, that's absolutely true."

Castile's tone was full of absolute affirmation, and he continued, "My avatar felt the breath of the other party. It was a high-level sarkic warlock. He had a breath similar to... the great warlock, which came from

The aura of [the immensity he covers], it is absolutely impossible for the angels in heaven to possess this aura.”

Ernest frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he asked: "You mean, this Sarkic Warlock's power is similar to... the Great Warlock?"
To be continued...