Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes - v3 Chapter 165 borrow a cup

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"Very good, thank you for your enthusiastic support, I can assure you that you will never regret today's decision in the future!"

After all the interested forces signed the agreement, the messenger put away the strange contract.

"Hey... Then, please continue to enjoy tonight's dance, I'll take my leave first."

In a burst of weird laughter, the messenger and his guard walked directly to the exit of the venue.

On the dance floor at the moment, many professionals have been paralyzed in a heap, and the excessively intense sensory stimulation in a short period of time has caused them to completely fall into a state of unconsciousness at this moment.

The blood flowing from the wounds on their bodies stained the stage red, adding a strong sense of evil to the scene, as if an altar was holding some kind of evil ceremony.

"This... Your Excellency Shute, is it really correct that we cooperate with them?"

Looking at this scene, Alisha's lips trembled, but she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Her knight's instinct made her extremely repelling these "evil", but her noble education was telling her that doing so was the best move for herself.

The fierce conflict between the two made her unable to hold on to the hilt of her beloved sword, not knowing what to do in her heart.

"You need to learn to adapt to this, Alicia."

Noticing her condition, Shuter walked over to her and patted her shoulder lightly with his armored right hand.

"I know exactly how you feel, but you have to be clear about one thing, the world doesn't run on our will and we can't save everyone.

Sometimes, in order to achieve our ultimate goal, as long as it does not violate our bottom line, it is acceptable to make compromises in some other areas. "

"However, the messenger clearly showed the power of the pagans, and did not put human life in his eyes at all. Those marquis of the empire cooperated with them, will it cause huge civilian casualties in the future?"

At this time, Roach couldn't help but speak.

After all, he was born in the Karras province of the empire, and his family still lives there. He doesn't want to overthrow the original ruler and liberate the civilians, but instead lead to more civilian casualties.

"Roach, I think, you may be mistaken about a fact. Change, since ancient times, how can there be no bloodshed?"

Schutt glanced at Roach's nervous expression, and then at Matt's similarly drawn face, and couldn't help sighing.

"The price for the establishment of the ancient magic empire was that the capitals of many United Kingdoms were completely destroyed by the floating city, and the most stubborn resisters, together with the millions of people living in them, were turned to ashes.

The price for the establishment of the three major empires in the mainland was a **** turbulent year that lasted for two whole years. During those two years, all regions of the entire continent were engulfed in war, and nowhere was safe. Even if you walk on the street, you may die from inexplicable superposition magic at any time.

In the process of history, all we [Xinghuo] can do is to make the blood flow as little as possible and for a shorter time, that's all. "

 …

On the other side, the messenger who left the venue also encountered a little trouble at this moment.

In Dragon Studios, it is not a safe thing to walk alone on the street at night. Even if there are people traveling, it is best to have no less than three people.

Of course, with the exception of mid- to high-level professionals.

After dealing with some thugs who were looking for faults, the messenger's pace suddenly stopped, and the eyes behind the silver-black mask became dignified.

Unlike those stinky fish and rotten shrimps, he could clearly sense that there was a real threat approaching him.

"There's no need to keep covering up, your Excellency, what is your purpose?"

Sensing a familiar aura, the messenger spoke coldly, looking at the street corner in front of him without a trace of emotion.

There, a figure shrouded in a black burqa, whose identity could not be clearly seen, walked out slowly.

"It's simple."

Under a black robe, Anvis smiled slightly.

"I want to borrow your cup to play for a few days. I wonder if I can grant my little request."

"Cup? Ignorance, are you asking for the power of the gods?"

Hearing this, the messenger seemed to have heard something funny.

"I can feel the power of desire surging in your mind.

However, Your Excellency, whose identity is unknown, has a piece of advice for you. If I were you, I would immediately change my path. Because at the end of the road ahead of you, the gods have been waiting for a long time. "

"I don't think so, Your Honor."

Anvis shook his head, his tone was flat.

In fact, from the moment that cup appeared, Anvis really understood that this was the gathering of desires he was really looking for.

So, he temporarily put aside the situation on the other side of the venue and chased after him directly.

Indeed, that cup may be the embodiment of some kind of Outer God's power, but there are enough Outer Gods staring at him, not bad for this one.

If he can completely absorb the power of desire contained in that cup, then I am afraid it will be enough for his seed of desire to truly enter the next stage.

"You made a bad decision."

Seeing that Anvis was unmoved, the messenger regained his expressionless expression.

I didn't see any action from him. The next moment, the guard beside him shot without warning, and a black lightning struck Anvis instantly, wanting to strike a surprise.

But in the surprised eyes of the storm warlock, the black thunder that hit Anvis' body penetrated like nothing, and silently melted into a deep hole in the alley behind him.

"Illusion?"

Glancing at the streets that had been filled with mist at some point, the messenger waved his hand, and a layer of light red enveloped the Storm Warlock.

So, in the eyes of the storm warlock, the original figure of 'Anvis' suddenly disappeared, and a new figure reappeared on the nearby roof.

"The power of the gods is really convenient..."

Helplessly glanced at the eighth-order guard who had found his real body, Anvis adjusted the magic ice field, from the original stealth mode to the strong attack mode.

"But I think ~www.novelbuddy.com~ the power you have acquired, I am afraid there is some kind of limit?"

 …

As it appeared, the battle between the eighth-order only lasted for a very short time, and then ended abruptly.

A huge illusion field emitting white light enveloped an area for several miles around, isolating all prying eyes from the outside world.

After having survived the ninth-order one-time attack of strange objects sponsored by Bishop Yanil, the messenger and his guards still failed to hold up the fourth.

Thanks to Anvest's control over the output, it was not possible to completely purify the two of them directly.

Although the power of desire can pollute the holy power, it also depends on the quality and quantity gap between the two.

Unmasking the messenger, Anvis pressed one hand on the messenger's face, and then controlled the operation of the seed of desire, patiently pulling the cup out with the power of desire.

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