Author: Going to Winter

Warm wind surges.

Xikis still chose to attack to check.

Yi Cha was thinking about his own things and just gave him a light slap.

A hole opened in the void, and Xiqisi, who was wearing a long purple dress, fell out of it and fell into disgrace on the muddy forest floor.

She fell hard, but curled up without saying a word, her purple eyes full of vigilance and anger.

"The blood contract you set yourself is to track the level of the soul." Yi Cha looked at her with a look that worried about her intelligence, "Stop going against yourself."

Hikisi was kneeling on the ground, her luxurious purple dress was stained with mud, her elbows and face were stained, and there were leaves stuck in the corners.

She remained silent, and her shoulders began to tremble. Yi Cha looked at her with raised eyebrows, thinking of a human concept he had once read.

cry.

Hicks cried.

Yi Cha observed her curiously, but then he thought of business again, sighed, turned around and walked towards the woods.

…

The bright light from the top of the tower in the distance guided him. The closer he got, the more he could feel the sporadic law energy filling the air.

Yi Cha knew very well where this energy came from. It was quite similar to the energy used by the magic circles in the adamantine prison and the plane trap he fell into.

It came from the same person, the plane warlock who captured him. This guy cast a restraining spell and a transformation spell on him, and took away all his belongings.

He had to get everything back.

The tower was in sight, but the veil-like mist outside the wall blocked him. The planar warlock had set up an alarm mana dome.

Yi Cha was considering the cost of acting rashly - if he just walked through the mist, the plane warlock would immediately discover his presence. He estimated his current strength: the power of disorder cannot be used, and the human law spells and necromancy spells cannot be used.

A source of energy is needed, and he currently doesn't have a stable one.

As for the plane warlock: Every human being who can master profound plane magic is unique among ten thousand. His spells are so concealed that even Yi Cha didn't realize that he was walking into it at the first time.

A trap.

Of course, this warlock's energy use is still flawed, but in his current state, a head-on confrontation is likely to fail.

The familiar warm wind surged around me.

He turned around and saw the expressionless Saint Hikis, her eyes a little red.

"Still not leaving?"

From the moment of questioning, it became clear that Xiqisi's blood contract should also include space restrictions, so that the blood servant cannot leave the blood master too far away.

Hikisi kept a straight face and said nothing, and was angry with Void.

"Okay." Yicha thought for a while, "If you cooperate with me, I can break the blood contract." Although bringing Xikis may cause risks, he needs help now.

Xiqisi's eyes lit up and her face became bright again. "What?"

Yi Cha pointed at the mist-shrouded tower.

The goddess hesitated for a moment.

In the end, she came over, took the devil's arm, and led him down to the castle.

…

They slipped past the wall, the low stables, the dormitory full of sleeping apprentices, and the training ground with discarded puppets, and landed in a dark compartment in the depths.

Yi Cha found his personal belongings in the corner.

Gold horn chain, Yin Iron scimitar, a bag of colorful energy marrow stones, five crystal bottles containing quick runes, three brown-covered booklets, two quill pens, a roll of rune paper, and a portable ink bottle containing

Silent ink...

"Is this your thing?" Hikis said in surprise.

After checking the items, there was still one thing missing. He finally found it on the shelf on the other side, a black and red robe, which was his trademark.

"It's almost like a magician. A demonic magician." Hikis commented with interest. She was no longer as uncomfortable as before.

Yi Cha shook up his robe, and the next second the robe with red flame patterns and black cloud patterns fit neatly on his slender figure, "That plane warlock here, how much do you know about him?"

"My name is Nese. I'm an orphan. I'm self-taught. I'm pretty talented among humans. I don't belong to any god. Hmm. Very boring. Anyone who is not my believer is very boring." A touch of pride appeared on the goddess's face.

"Let's go. Go see him." Yi Cha stretched out his arm.

…

This time they teleported directly to the room where the plane warlock Nesse lived.

The fire was dancing, and there was a hooded figure beside the desk. The gold-gilded thorn pattern on his chest showed that he was a high-ranking member of the Warlock Association.

The eyes under the hood were not panicked, they just stared at the sudden appearance of Yi Cha, seemingly prepared.

"Devil...you even brought helpers..."

Xikis had hidden her form when she arrived, and although Nesse couldn't see it, she could feel another indistinguishable existence besides the devil, and she didn't act rashly.

"I think it's better to just say it."

Yi Zha found a comfortable seat for himself and leaned back casually, "If you are a kind and self-disciplined spell caster, please remove the curse of law from me now. Don't worry, I have no interest in taking revenge on you.

.A devil doesn't care about this offense."

Especially since there is a doomsday battle waiting for him.

Yi Cha's attitude was too calm, Nesai frowned, and a silver coin appeared in his hand.

He glanced at it and saw that the silver coins were shining brightly.

The real silver coin did not turn black...the devil did not lie...

Nesse thought for a moment, and the silver coin disappeared between her fingers.

"I trust you."

"You believe in yourself." Yi Cha smiled slightly, and he saw the warlock's little movements.

The door behind him opened with a bang.

A strong atmosphere of order poured into the room, and four young faces in white robes poured in and held real silver chains, surrounding him.

The four priests...the clothes on their bodies had been consecrated...Icha looked around and his eyes fell on Nesse. The plane warlock's face was hidden behind his hood. He stood up from behind the desk and pressed his hands on the table to face the devil.

hold.

"I believe you, but I'm sorry, this is not directed at you." There was obviously no apology in Nese's voice.

He raised a hand to signal, and the priests began to recite the Holy Order of Low Order, grasped the chains in their hands, and cautiously approached Yicha.

The devil began to get tired of this method that only increased the troubles.

"Hikiss, come out and play."

He didn't make any extra moves, just sighed and touched the talisman on his palm.

A soft, long, teasing sigh filled the room.

The divine light suddenly appeared, and an intoxicating warm breeze swept everyone present instantly.

The lavender outline condensed in mid-air, and a maddening fragrance emanated from it. The figure of the playful saint shrouded in magnificent light appeared next to Yi Cha.

The joyful saint Hikis, she is more fascinating than this fragrance, and makes people want to be naked more than this warm breeze.

Yi Cha concluded it from the behavior of the four white-robed priests, and thought it was a bit silly. The divine power of humans and gods comes from the collective will of believers, and different collective wills transform different powers.

The Goddess of Joy is obviously close to the realm of disorder, and Yizha is naturally completely immune to all this.

The priests were huddled together, laughing and gibbering incoherently, and the real silver chains were thrown aside - because their hands were busy taking off their coats.

"This is... divine power..."

Nese's voice trembled. It was rare that he could withstand the impact, "You are a god..."

"I am his servant." Hikisi put her arm around Icha's shoulders.
Chapter completed!