Chapter 185 The limit of the soul, the return of the devil

The Night Owl Mages' Guild is a small and influential mages' guild located at the junction of the Kingdom of Nubia and the Principality of Kasmi. Not to mention the entire Orosun continent, just in this area surrounded by the Three Kingdoms, there are not thirty, but twenty mages like this.

Like other ordinary mages' guilds, what this little-known little-known mages' guild hopes for is not power and status, nor fame and glory. All they want is to study magic quietly. This also indirectly caused the people to regard mages as mysterious, weird and autistic people.

The Night Owl Mage will stand in an unnamed forest. It is said to be a magician's association, but in fact it is just an ordinary magician's tower and a simple stone house next to the tower. The president is a great magician in his seventies who is devoted to magic. There are a few students and servants, but not even the most basic mages. Paladin chose this mages guild not because he was anything special, just because he was the closest, nothing more.

The sun has just peeked out of the sky, and its warm rays have gently wiped away the chill from last night. This is a beautiful weather. However, the Mage Association, which should have been the same as in the past, where students and teachers were having breakfast and discussing their thoughts and experiences on magic construction, was now filled with a heavy silence. After a while, a pitiful scream came from the top of the mage tower.

"What are you going to do! Don't come here, monster, monster!" At this moment, on the top of the mage tower, there was an old man wearing a red mage robe with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. The black owl depicted on the robe is particularly eerie. The old man looked at the monster approaching him step by step, his trembling body lying on the ground and retreating. The bedroom that was originally his own became a bit eerie at this moment.

Turning around, he saw several mages wearing the same red robes and black owls, lying unconscious by the aisle of the stairs. Not to mention some of the servants and slaves, the corpses on the ground outside the mage tower said everything. Just hearing the sound of footsteps, the guy called the monster stepped into the bedroom. The silver hair, golden eyes, white robes, and golden horizontal eyes floating on his forehead all tell that this person is the true form of Paladin.

"What do you want? Why did you attack us without saying a word? We have never offended anyone else. You must have misunderstood and identified the wrong person!" The president's tearful face was filled with grief and indignation. He didn't understand why this incredibly powerful guy attacked them? Such a being must not be an ordinary person, but he has never heard of it!

"Oh, although he is very weak, the clothes are quite nice." Paladin looked down at the old mage condescendingly, looking at the black owl totem painted in the middle of his red robe, and actually laughed with a sense of irony. Come. "I'll give you whatever you want, please don't kill me!"

The old mage knew that he was no match for this guy, so he had no idea of ​​confrontation, but kept begging for mercy. But what is worth pondering is that Paladin had no intention of paying any attention to this old man. He only saw him slightly extending his hand and lifting it slightly. The four fainted magicians in the aisle immediately floated over like puppets, suspended above the old man. around. "You, what do you want..." The somewhat frightened old man's voice became smaller and smaller, but when Paladin raised his hand again, the old man himself suddenly floated up.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh!" The Almighty Eye on Paladin's forehead suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light! The golden light swirled like water and rolled into the eyes of the old man and the four people! As soon as the golden light died out, the five people suddenly slowly fell to the ground. His expression was familiar and unchanging, calm and indifferent. These people have all become Paladin's clone containers. …,

However, a sudden change occurs just when you think you have everything under control!

Suddenly, Paladin, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly showed a look of pain on his face! Looking down, his entire right hand suddenly erupted with golden arcs of lightning beating violently, quickly spreading to his shoulders! And Paladin also immediately discovered that the golden elements that were originally neat and orderly were now colliding around randomly like a riot, and could not operate according to Paladin's orders at all!

"What's going on!" Paladin murmured in shock before he could react, and the golden arc jumped to his face! A sharp pain and tearing pain that penetrated the soul immediately overwhelmed Paladin's powerful spiritual will!

"Ahhhh!" Paladin, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and screamed. The golden arc of electricity now covered his whole body. What shocked Paladin the most was that the crystallized areas on his right arm were growing like crazy at this moment, as if he had taken medicine. The crystallization of his neck and jaw quickly covered Paladin's face!

From a distance, it looks like a golden vine climbing on Papadin's face. And the mages who had just become clones were actually covering their heads with their hands at this moment, and fell to their knees in pain! Not only that, Alfred, the Archduke, Philip, and hundreds of clones, all wearing armor on the battlefield, were all shocked at this moment. Unprecedented pain swept through their bodies, and they knelt down on the ground helplessly and screamed. !

There were even a few aristocratic clones who couldn't bear the pain. The light in their brains fluctuated and immediately disappeared like candles blown out by the wind! And this container immediately had a hollow look in its eyes, and fell to the ground like a dead body that had lost its soul, and never got up again.

This pain comes and goes as quickly as it comes. The crystallization on the face only lasted for a few seconds, but was immediately withdrawn. Paladin, whose fleshy skin returned to his cheeks again, fell to the ground limply. All the controlled clones returned to normal again, as if the pain that had just swept through the entire soul was just an illusion. Of course, there were four completely out-of-control containers, but it was firmly proven that it was not an illusion.

Paladin struggled to sit up, took off his gloves with a fearful expression, and looked at the crystallized arm with vague energy flowing in it. He glanced at the elements around him that had returned to normal again, squinted his eyes and murmured: "It seems that the soul division has reached its limit now."

Paladin, who stood up and gradually recovered, controlled several mages to put on their robes and hold their staffs. When you are ready to proceed as planned. Thirty miles away in a bush, an old friend reunited after a long separation. Tony, who was wearing an extremely ordinary black robe and fine armor underneath, was standing on the top of the hillside, looking down at the endless camp in the distance and the craftsmen who were working hard to strengthen the catapult.

Looking at all this, Tony laughed and murmured: "Paladine and Salil should be in here... I want to repay the betrayal and pain they have done to me ten times a hundred times! I, Tony, will never do it again." I am no longer the trash that was abandoned by you at will!"

As Tony said this, a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes. Waves of powerful and terrifying power spread from this tiny body. The lush shrubs around him immediately withered and withered. But in the blink of an eye, with Tony as the center, there was a gray-brown death land.

With the devil's breath coming, can Paladin carry out his plan to the end?