Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

When reciting these mantras, the speaker did not use the common language, but an extremely ancient and strange language.

The voice was light and psychedelic, like a feather gently falling on the soft snow, and it was like a sluggish whisper echoing from the deepest part of a dream.

And when the listener can't help but want to further explore its content, it disappears like snowflakes falling into the palm of your hand.

This odd feeling had nothing to do with the content of the incantations he was chanting, but seemed to have something to do with the intonation of his voice, or rather, the vocal organs in his body.

And when the chairman began to chant the prayer, the star figure beside him disappeared directly, and through a special secret method, he left here in an instant.

As the prayer continued, an indescribable aura gradually permeated the night sky centered on the ritual circle.

The stars in the night sky suddenly became clearer and brighter, and were stained with a hint of dark yellow.

Strange music comes from the dark and deep space. It sounds very beautiful at first glance, but if you listen to it for a long time, it will make the listener unconsciously fall into eternal sleep.

And the many ninth ranks in the magic circle have gradually become silent from the fierce struggle before, and their wills have sunk into the depths of endless dark dreams.

What is also sinking is not only the many unlucky ninth-orders, but also the consciousness of the millions of network connectors in the part of the construction network controlled by the chairman.

In the network, the will of countless people fell into a deeper dream without knowing it. Everything in the originally illusory online world began to become weird and absurd, but they were unaware of it when they were immersed in their dreams.

In the Web of Destiny, the threads of fate of half of the network connectors sacrificed by the speaker were all stained with an ominous dark yellow color, in stark contrast to the ice blue area controlled by Anvis.

And, with the passage of time, more ice-blue areas began to be gradually stained with dark yellow.

And at this moment, the abnormality in the sky was finally noticed by the many ninth ranks below.

"Something is wrong, what is that!"

Staring at the vision in the night sky, a ninth-order man spoke with some doubts and vigilance.

"...That is a foreign object! He is calling for a foreign object that does not belong to this world!"

[Crown of Thorns] Mark shivered from head to toe when he heard the slightly hollow and eerie sound of music coming from the deep night sky.

When sensing that familiar ancient and cold breath,

A trace of disbelief flashed in Mark's eyes. Then, in an instant, the emotion turned into a mixture of anger and fear.

"How dare he?!"

Mark is naturally very familiar with the smell of foreign objects recorded in the teachings. Moreover, as one of the seven great bishops of the Holy See, he also knows more secrets.

In this world, there are many extremely ancient and powerful terrifying existences. They existed long before human civilization, or even this world, and will always exist.

Maelim, the lord of dreams, is one of them. He is considered to be the foreign god who rules the dream world and is in charge of the authority of dreams. The main body sleeps in the dark mist deep in the deep space and sea of ​​stars, continuing the eternal absurd dream.

A very small number of Esoteric Cults worship it as an idol, and he once personally led a team to destroy an evil summoning ceremony performed by a secret sect.

They have indeed obtained some kind of strange power, which can make the professional's consciousness fall into a trance and sleep. But under his divine words, even their high priest is still vulnerable.

But today, Mark suddenly realized that the summoning ceremony of the Secret Cult he had destroyed before was so amateurish and ridiculous compared to this one tonight.

Double-digit ninth order, millions of federal creatures!

Such handwriting made him feel terrified.

As the vision in the sky continued, many ninth ranks on the ground also began to realize that the situation was not good, and they all prepared to flee the battlefield.

But, by the time they realized it, it was too late.

Soon, many ninth-level consciousnesses were also unable to extricate themselves and began to blur, falling into a deep sleep. Only a few ninth-level extremes took advantage of the appearance of this vision, and when the influence was not too strong, they forcibly escaped with the secret technique of life-saving.

Except for Archbishop [Crown of Thorns] Mark.

"An ancient foreign body from outside brings chaotic darkness, and that darkness devours the people."

"People called out to God in despair, so God came with supreme brilliance to expel the darkness and foreign objects—"

After experiencing the initial fear, Mark's gaze turned determined.

Silently reciting the first verse of the first chapter of the holy scriptures, the bishop pressed the circular holy emblem of light on his chest with his right hand, took out a holy crystal with his left hand and held it in the palm of his hand, struggling to resist the invasion of the power of slumber.

At the same time, as he recited, a light emerged from nothingness and shone on his body, making his figure look a little less holy than the surrounding ones.

"God said that when the light comes, darkness must not remain in the world!"

When he recited the divine words, he suddenly crushed the holy crystal in his hand. At the same time, a holy white gleam flowed out from the hollow in the center of the holy emblem on his chest.

That is a divine family, and it is a divine family that belongs exclusively to the level of the seven great bishops. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as the coming of the gods.

Under the flowing light, the bishop's body was gradually infected, turning into a human figure made of pure radiance.

And from the shattered holy crystal, the holy power enough to form a limit-breaking attack completely surrounded and blessed the bishop, raising his power to a new height in a very short time.

After doing all this, the bishop resolutely rushed to the huge sun in the sky, intending to interrupt it at the last moment of the ceremony.

"It's a sad existence to be bound by pious and illusory beliefs."

In the huge defensive circle, the speaker who presided over the ceremony looked indifferently at the radiant figure rushing from below, and didn't care.

In the chairman's eyes, the radiance rushed into the range of the defensive circle, gradually approaching him, but its power was also constantly weakening.

In the end, when most of the external network defense power was consumed by him, the bishop's figure dimmed, and he regained his original flesh and blood body feebly.

Reluctantly, after the last distance, he exchanged a glance with the speaker, his body fell down, and he also fell into a deep sleep.

Of course, his sacrificing efforts were not completely useless.

Due to the influence of Maelim's power, many network connectors who have fallen into a deep slumber have been unable to continue to provide supplementary power to the defensive circle.

The power of the magic circle consumed by the bishop has not recovered again.

However, the Speaker did not care about this.

Although the power of the defensive circle was almost exhausted, at this time, no one could threaten the operation of the ceremony anymore.

"Um?"

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

When the bishop's body finally fell down, another black-robed figure who was still awake was finally revealed among the nine steps.

Controlling the avatar to float up slowly, Anweisi's figure appeared extremely abrupt in the middle of many still ninth steps.

When the strange tune that came from the night sky sounded before, the old secret scriptures hanging on the waist in the distance from Anweisi's body suddenly levitated by itself, the pages of the book were opened, and the words on the surface emitted a strong gloomy light.

Whether it is the part of the construction network controlled by Anweis, or the avatar located in the distant battlefield, all the power extensions of Anweiss body are covered with a faint dark green at this moment.

With the help of the spontaneous power of the old secret scriptures, Anweisi's will was exempted from the interference of Maelim's breath, and he did not fall into a deep sleep.

But this time, in the face of Maelim's dream power, the old secret scriptures showed difficulty for the first time.

The dark green light on the thick cover is flickering, trying to suppress the dark yellow dyeing, but it can only maintain an evenly matched state.

"……It's you?"

Sensing the power of the old secret scriptures in Anweis, the speaker was finally moved.

"It's a small world, isn't it, dear Lord Farr."

Slowly taking off the mask, Anweis bowed with a smile.