A discordant distortion appears in the background of the silvery star world, and boing, the spirit-sucking monster and the golden dragon, a hundred times larger than his size, appear.
Ah, the wonderful land of the mind. In the Astral Plane, spellcasters who rely on psychic power are more powerful, and material power is infinitely weakened, so he can even move faster than Lysatos. This is why the native people of the Astral Plane are rich in mind warriors and mind warriors.
Lysatos focused on the void not far away, as if a silvery smooth silk draped over the background of the astral world, but there was a problem with the shades that should have blended perfectly together, as if something on the other side of the silk kept puffing, lifting the edges of the curtain to disperse a different light color.
As he expected, Nieron no longer has the energy to look after the Kingdom of God, and soon it will either turn into a battlefield or collapse because its owner has abandoned it.
He could not perceive us, just at this distance to build a half-dimensional, Lysatos telepathically Iraduni.
The psychic tentacles that extend to the extreme distance reel back with a bang, carrying the huge amount of the four elements, positive and negative energy, magic dust and other basic particles that make up matter that have strayed from the astral world. The four tentacles opened wide and closed slowly but surely, like the hour hand on a clock plate moving a little. The majestic spiritual energy compresses various abilities into a chaotic material singularity of color, and Iraduni projects a complex spiritual energy, like a fire that falls into the explosive magazine, and the singularity detonates.
The explosion occurred silently in the Astral Plane, and a small, chaotic half-dimension was born. Space and time have a place, mixed together with the three states of solid-liquid-gas matter as the spiritual energy stretch the volume of the half-plane gradually separated, scorching steam, bubbling magma, wind and lightning raging in it, like a bad housewife cooked a pot of bad porridge.
Although Ila Douni is a master of the power of the mind, when after all, specializing in form change and self-healing self-shaping department, the creation of the department of the ninth level of the ability to perform [Genesis origin], but can only do so far. The spirit-sucking monster made a gesture of invitation to the golden dragon, and Lysatos smoothly took over the half-dimensional control.
The control of energy and space, the mage is far better than the psychic warlock. The earth and water elements sink to form hard solid land, and the air temperature and humidity gradually stabilize to form standard gravity. When the volume of the half-dimensional expansion to a certain extent, Ila Douni stop the input of spiritual energy, a dragon and a monster cast a variety of protective spells and enter it, the background of the astral world soon restored peace.
This is a small space, and the green capital of the opera house, enough for Lysatos to float but can not fly on the wings, or will hit the surface boundary. There was nothing in the vast expanse, no sun or other celestial bodies, it was dark.
Lysatos conjured up a few beams of steadily burning indestructible flame to light up the space. This temporary half-plane was the final correction point before the attack, and also one of the weapons of the attack. Although it is a strong attack on the Kingdom of God, but unless Lysatos and Iraduni transformed into berserk barbarians will kick the door directly to fight in. The golden dragon can suppress the gods and sinners in their own half of the world, not to mention the sophisticated defense of the divine kingdom. Risking an attack would either get blown right out or waste a lot of energy and spells on ripping open the surface defenses and then get blown out exhausted.
He took out the heavily sealed and mutilated longsword, a hitherto unknown sub-divine weapon with remaining value to squeeze. Nine blue arcane source threads penetrated deep into the shard's crevices, and the other end extended to the demiplane, extracting its qualities to assimilate the demiplane.
After finishing this, Lysatos poured out hundreds of strange and exotic spellcasting materials from the sub-dimensional pouch, among which there were most colored gems, turquoise malachite, brilliant astral diamonds, deep emeralds, deep red tourmalines, ethereal smoke crystals, and ... "the extremely fine black pearls produced by the subterranean sea of trickery in Ferrum's dark region The very best black pearls?"
The spirit-sucking monster took his beautifully rounded spirit-crystal servant into his arms, avoiding the fiery gaze of the golden dragon that could set a man on fire, although he always stared at the back of a human or elf's pretty head with such a look. Ilarduini didn't want his perfect spirit crystal servant, which could move itself, give warnings, store spiritual capacity, and even maintain spiritual energy instead of its master, to be blackmailed by the golden dragon. He changed the subject and said, "Just wait for the next few hours?"
Lysatos shrugged it off, tossed him a scroll, and began manipulating the Mage's Hand to write fantastic lines and incantations around himself with ink mixed with deep-sea giant squid ink and golden dragon blood.
Cautiously not touching the tome, the spirit-sucking monster used his psychic energy to flip it open and read it, and sure enough, it was a profile of the target he was about to hunt.
"Tsk, you're getting small-minded when you give it to me at the door."
Name: Nieron
Alias: Lord of Rituals, Supremacy
Residence: Saraph
Divine emblem: ceremonial cane inlaid with silver filigree and diamonds
Camp: Orderly Neutral
Priesthood: Guardian of noble traditions and rituals
Domain: Orderly noble protection
Believers: Thea elves who follow the traditions
Preferred weapon: ceremonial longsword
Nieron is a stereotypical and stubborn deity who emphasizes the purity and absolute nobility of the elven race and has a deep contempt for any rude and inferior alien. He believes that the key to maintaining civilization lies in the preservation of tradition, and is therefore often depicted as a strict, aloof elven aristocrat who is careful about all omissions of etiquette and ritual.
The doctrine is that elves must ensure their nobility and pride at all times and in all places, and that they are the most spiritual creatures on earth. The body of the elves is pure and cannot be touched by any creature outside the elves, otherwise it is defiled; the language of the elves is mysterious and cannot be talked to and understood by any creature outside the elves, otherwise it is blasphemy.
The elven nobility should have strict doings and etiquette to distinguish themselves from the commoners. Nobles and commoners are ordered up and down, the former cannot eat with the latter and walk side by side, and participate in rituals and ceremonies with respect to their status ...
The spirit-sucking monster expressionlessly pointed to the priesthood bar with a tentacle: "What's with this [Guardian], I thought He only had purely humanistic priesthood."
Lysatos glanced at it and said, "The newly formed priesthood, originally planned to use the double pressure of humans and princesses, so that Nieron, who could not protect the believers, gradually lost stripped this priesthood, I think it is now also shaky."
"Shaky means not yet fallen, an additional combat priesthood and domain, that means with more protection divine arts and even transcendent divine power, and you still want to defeat Him, in his divine kingdom?" Iraduni does not believe that the Golden Dragon Mage will set a sloppy plan of action, this must have a purpose.
"Isn't there you." Lysatos sneered and took out a diamond-shaped diamond scepter with a giant dragon coiled at its head, officially the sub-divine weapon [Pale Green Sacred Sigh] passed down from the lineage of Mochulia Golden Dragon. The scepter emits a bright and warm glow, making the scales of Lysatos more and more dazzling.
While the spirit-sucking monster is like being poured a tub of boiling oil, the smooth purple skin prickly appear burns, as the order-keeping evil camp Ila Douni stood too close. He immediately took out the ruby scepter and released the divine art [Protection from Goodness], blocking the sublime light that filled the demiplane.
Ila Douni did not care about the epidermis that looked like it had been blown over once, he had endured too much pain for this level to distract him. He took a look at the dazzling pale green sacred sigh and said, "So that's what you're keeping me from knowing about the Lord of Rituals, the same technique as last time in the Mage Tower, when did you find out about it?"
"You think you can carry an evil and obscene sub-divine artifact in and out of my demiplane at will, and leave its owner in the dark? Is it possible! Light it up, or you'll attack the Kingdom of God yourself."
"Heck ... sooner or later, you'll eat your own bitterness for this risky coercion tactic." Iladuni laughs grotesquely and takes out Zasman's godslayer dagger, a moment, the dark tone evil obscene spiritual light etched a hole from the sublime spiritual light, it is not like the latter magnificent atmosphere, filling the half-dimensional, but stable and cohesive surrounding the user of the dagger.
Lysatos looked at the plain blade, and a touching throb tumbled up. He nodded and said in a confident tone that everything was in the plan, "This will be able to pierce the protection of the Lord of Rituals, well, move on to your information."
The golden dragon continued to transcribe, various runes and graphics had surrounded him, a dozen layers of complex lines and interspersed with ancient dragon language dizzying, the casting materials were placed in separate layers. The only sounds left in the demiplane were the sounds of transcribing and turning pages.
It didn't take long for him to hear the spirit-sucking monster who had finished reading the material say, "This last part ... if it's true, it's simply a wonder in the history of the multiverse gods, and could write a singable and inspiring biography. It's just as much a weapon, quite sharp. Where did you learn about it?"
Lysatos drew the last stroke, looked up and said, "Three parts empirical evidence, three parts speculation, three parts spell detection, and one part luck. Do you have any other questions?"
"Yes." The spirit-sucking monster tentacle sent out a psychic dissociation spell to turn the information into ashes, and raised his hand to point at the pale green sacred sigh, "Why can you still use it?"