With such expectations, Mott fell into the illusion woven for him by Ange.
In the illusion, he became the ruler of the continent, with countless undead legions under his command, invincible. Flowers and beauties became his readily available possessions, and even Fang Yuanyuan became his slave.
Looking at Mote, who was immersed in the illusion, Ange couldn't help but sigh. It seems that the dreams of every ambitious person are the same. The difference is that the necromancer has an additional special hobby: studying souls.
In Mott's dream, all living people are turned into ghosts, controlled by him, and become his helpers.
"That's quite a peculiar hobby." An Ge shuddered, somewhat admiring Fang Yuanyuan.
The divine servants are all rather abnormal, some even wanting to turn her into a slave; it's not easy for her as their host.
Mote was immersed in the gentle embrace of Fang Yuanyuan when he saw her ingratiating face and suddenly felt something was wrong.
No, Fang Yuanyuan shouldn't be like this. She's always been proud and arrogant; she would never show such an expression to a divine servant.
By the way, the divine servant, he used to be a divine servant!
Mott suddenly realized that he seemed to be in a hallucination.
Normally, he wouldn't easily fall into an illusion, but at that time, he was fleeing in a sorry state, which was when his mental defenses were at their weakest, and that's when he was bewildered by the formation.
Ange looked at Mote, who had just woken up from the illusion, with some regret. She had thought she could use an array to trap him.
"Oh, you've woken up so quickly. No wonder you're a legendary mage." An Ge's voice suddenly appeared.
Mott looked up and saw an exceptionally beautiful woman looking at him with a mocking expression.
"You are the chosen one?" After arriving in the Central Forest, he separated from Fang Yuanyuan and had never met An Ge.
Although it was a questioning, Mott knew that the person before him was the chosen one who had killed Fang Yuanyuan. He hesitated somewhat, realizing his original plan to pass through the spatial gate was flawed.
In his view, since the chosen one has appeared, there might already be a trap set for him on the other side of the door. If he goes there, wouldn't he be walking into the trap?
With wolves in front and tigers behind, Mott was suddenly in a dilemma.
An Ge watched the change in Mott's expression and a smile played on her lips. She had come specifically to discourage Mott. Now it seemed Mott was indeed overly suspicious.
It's good that she's suspicious; that way, her subsequent formations will be more effective.
Glancing at the still hesitant Mott, An Ge activated the final array. Instantly, Mott felt a powerful force pushing him inside.
Thinking of the Chosen One's mysterious smile, Mott quickly used all his strength to resist the force.
There must be a trap on the other side; he's not going to go there.
Just then, the suction suddenly changed direction. Before Mott could release the force, his own strength, along with the opposing force, pushed him away.
Watching Mote disappear, Ange clapped her hands. "Done."
This formation was developed by her and Lu Yan after much research, and An Ge named it the "Coming and Going Formation".
As the name suggests, it is meant to make those trapped in the formation feel the power from different directions.
One is the power absorbed from the inn, and the other is the power repelled from the inn.
Lu Yan felt extremely embarrassed by this. He could at least be considered a reasonably talented array master, yet he not only developed such a harmless array, but also gave it such a vulgar name.
But Ange found this formation very useful, especially for stopping guests with ill intentions.
If Mort were pushed outwards from the start, he would definitely resist. With his legendary mage power, this formation might not be able to trap him.
But after Ange appeared, Mott's suspicions about the inn increased, and coupled with that suction force, he was certain that Ange had set a trap at the inn.
While Mott was resisting this force, he immediately changed direction and successfully expelled him.
As for whether Mott would step back into the formation after regaining his senses, An Ge wasn't worried at all. Don't forget, Hu Jiu and Lu Yan were still guarding outside.
The moment Mott was thrown out of the portal, he knew he had been tricked.
Just as he was thinking of stepping into the spatial gate again, he saw Lu Yan grinning at him with a big smile on his face.
"Hi, what a coincidence, we meet again."
Mott... I wish we were destined to meet.
Knowing he was outmatched, he tried to run towards the spatial gate. But Lu Yan had already made a mistake; how could he possibly allow Mott to get close to the spatial gate?
Before Mott could even get close to the portal, Lu Yan unleashed all his magical power and delivered a fatal blow.
Then, Mott turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.
Necromancers use the undead as their fighting force and are cursed by them. Once they die, they don't even have the chance to become undead themselves; they are truly annihilated.
With the elimination of all of Fang Yuanyuan's divine servants, Chang Jin and the others' battle came to an end, and without exception, they all achieved a great victory.
Only the Elf King is still locked in a fierce battle.
Although the Elf King was weaker than Corliss, he was not at a disadvantage due to the bonus of his race's power.
Seeing his own men being subdued, Cole was horrified. In a moment of carelessness, Nat seized an opening.
Seeing Nate pointing his sword at him, Corliss roared, "I refuse to accept this!"
He was clearly stronger, and he had even pledged allegiance to the Chosen One, so why did he still fail in the end?
The thought that his wish to break through the limit of his strength would be dashed again with Fang Yuanyuan's departure made Corliss furious.
"Who exactly are you?" He had initially thought that Hu Jiu and the others were helpers that Nate had brought, but now it seemed that they were clearly not under Nate's control.
When did such a powerful entity appear on the mainland?
Nat sighed. "I've said it before, relying on Fang Yuanyuan isn't the only way to break through the ceiling."
Suddenly realizing something, Corliss quickly looked at Hu Jiu and the others, "You are just like Fang Yuanyuan, right? As long as you can help me break through my strength limit, I will definitely listen to you. I am a legendary swordsman, and no one on this continent is my match."
In his view, he would not have been defeated by the Elf King if he hadn't lost his mind.
Lu Yan crossed his arms. "We wouldn't dare work with someone like you who would do anything for power. An Ge isn't here right now, so we'll leave things here to you. Even without Fang Yuanyuan and the others, I'm confident the Elf King can handle things."
Nat looked at Lu Yan, who seemed to be a demon, and felt a mix of emotions. "Don't worry, this continent will return to its former peace."
Fang Yuanyuan has been executed, and the National Protection Army, which was formed out of fear of her power, has become leaderless. Other human forces will not let go of this great opportunity.
Perhaps in the future, humanity will also be embroiled in wars, but these wars will be small-scale, will not involve the entire continent, and will be part of the normal course of historical development.
Moreover, with the legends of An Ge and others, other races that want to learn from Fang Yuanyuan will weigh their own strength and will not easily follow in Fang Yuanyuan's footsteps.
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