The sky was dim, the night was slowly coming, the night was heavy, it was almost evening now.

A series of sporadic sounds were heard. They were the sounds of the army arriving and quickly arranging their stations. However, at the same time as these sounds, there were also many soldiers wailing and complaining, as well as bursts of cries of pain.

They are soldiers from the Vatican.

Under Morin's command, the soldiers, with the blessing of the priests' magic, traveled a long distance and finally arrived outside of Corisburg at sunset and night the next day.

The army was stationed under the arrangement of Morin's witchcraft puppets. Those witchcraft puppets were not just simple puppets. They had the memories of those officers and generals, so they could faithfully complete all instructions.

In the central tent, Morin looked at the army outside which was gradually becoming orderly under the arrangements, and nodded with satisfaction.

He lowered the tent curtain and slowly walked back to the tent.

The light in the tent was dimly lit, and in this dim light, Morin was in deep thought.

"I have learned enough about arcanists, but I have never seen a real arcanist. It's a good thing that I'm here now..." Morin looked at the vaguely huge outline of Collisburg, and couldn't help but reveal an ambiguous smile on his face, and said: "Arcanist..."

There was a ripple in the air, and then Morin disappeared into the void.

Fort Collis.

Corisburg is in a state of panic now.

There was no other reason. In fact, it was very simple. At this time, the people in Corisburg had already discovered the Vatican soldiers who suddenly appeared outside. They were quite flustered. At night, they simply did not have many ways to deal with it.

For a moment, the entire Corisburg was facing a formidable enemy.

Morin appeared in Collisburg. His figure wandered and moved, stepping on the edge of the void and reality, moving like an illusory shadow, giving people a trance-like feeling as he moved forward.

"We're here." Morin looked at the palace in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This is where Morin sensed the strongest aura of the arcanists.

In fact, according to the information Morin had obtained before, Morin knew that this was the central arcane tower of the arcane mages. There were many arcane mages in it, but Morin didn't seem to care much.

“You, you are…”

Several old arcanists were talking about something. They looked at Morin who suddenly appeared with wide eyes. Before they could say anything, they suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground, losing all consciousness.

Morin smiled, his black robe fluttering, and immediately, the arcanists in front of him disappeared.

After a while, Morin returned to his tent in the center of the Vatican.

Morin captured a lot of arcane masters when he went to Corisburg this time, some were powerful, some were weak, some were old, some were young, some were male, and some were female, all different levels. After all, this was what Morin planned to conduct experiments on later, and he would not allow himself to make any mistakes in the samples.

"Let's start trying." Morin said this with a slight smile on his face as he looked at the many unconscious arcanists on the ground.

The sudden disappearance of these arcanists caused some turmoil in the entire Arcane Tower. The disappearance of other weaker arcanists was fine, but the disappearance of those powerful arcanists caused the entire Arcane Tower to be somewhat turbulent.

Many people are not calm.

Especially when the Vatican’s army appeared outside.

The next day, the Vatican's army outside began to attack the city.

"kill!"

“Go!”

“For the glory of the Lord!”

Numerous shouts continued to ring out, and the witchcraft puppets began to organize the army according to the memories of the officers in their minds, and rushed forward frantically.

Countless soldiers showed fanaticism on their faces, and they began to attack the entire Corrisburg.

Cavalry, infantry, crossbow troops, elite armored soldiers, and many other soldiers were mixed and organized into military formations to attack forward.

Chris's army in front also organized itself at this time. They put out their defensive equipment, catapults, kerosene and everything else, and kept throwing them down at this time, attacking the royal court below.

Screams rang out, blood spurted, and the whole world became extremely tragic.

All the soldiers, whether they were from the royal court or the church, were fighting.

A very long time passed, and it was almost night. Finally, the Vatican army chose to retreat for a temporary rest.

Wang Tingjun got a chance to catch his breath, and everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, just like a string that had been stretched tight for a long time, and now slowly relaxed.

However, ordinary people including soldiers and generals relaxed, but the arcanists did not relax. Instead, they became more solemn.

night.

In the hall, the arcanists gathered together.

The candlelight flickered, and the expressions on their faces changed constantly, bright and dark.

There aren't many arcanists here, both men and women, of different ages, but they are all very strong, and are the best among all arcanists.

"I didn't expect the Vatican to react so quickly this time. Really..."

"The king is scared. We need to appease him and then discuss the matter."

"The troops in the castle must be mobilized and used as much as possible."

The powerful arcanists were talking and making some plans and arrangements, but the expressions on their faces did not relax much and were still so solemn.

"By the way, where is His Majesty Ghana?" An old arcanist seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the arcanists around him and asked.

"His Majesty has been locked up in the library tower for a while. He seems to be thinking about something."

A female arcanist said this next to them.

The old arcanists nodded, with thoughtful looks on their faces.

"His Majesty Ghana is the most powerful arcanist among us. He didn't come out. Maybe he has made some new discoveries." The old arcanists looked at the arcanists around him. He thought for a moment, smiled, and said, "His Majesty Ghana said before that if there are any bad changes, just hold on for a while. It will be fine when he comes out."

"This is what His Majesty Ghana said."

"Even if nothing else, please at least trust His Majesty Ghana."

The deep voices of the old arcanists came slowly.

The arcanists around listened, and their expressions changed, looking quite relaxed.

Yes, Ghana, His Majesty Ghana...

He is the strongest and most mysterious arcanist of his generation, and is known as the most powerful arcanist with the greatest hope of leaving the world.

While the arcanists were discussing, in a warm room in the hall of King Corisburg, several palace guards were making love with the king's wives and concubines.

The snow-white body tossed back and forth, and waves of ambiguous voices kept ringing, stirring and disturbing people's heartstrings.

Finally, it's all over.

"Roald, the Vatican's army is coming outside." A guard was lying lazily on the bed. As if he had thought of something, he turned his head and looked at another handsome guard next to him.

This guard had an evil face, a high nose, deep brows and eyes, and he exuded an indescribable strange charm.

The aura on him was very strange. With a little identification, one could tell that he was a member of the Abyss Demon Clan.

Roald, a powerful Silver Demon. Before, when Maureen led Mary and the wizards and warlocks to strangle them, the Abyss Demon was led by him and another Abyss Demon, Harusen.

At this time, not only him, but all the guards in the hall who were committing adultery with beautiful women were from the Abyss Demon Clan.

Abyss Demon Clan.

They are here.

"Come if you want." Roald smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, the arcanists are very strong. They can stop the army of the Church. If there are no other accidents this time, the army of the Church will return empty-handed."

"So there's no need to worry."

"As for the arcanist, I know where they have something special. It seems to be a treasure that has been passed down for a long time. If we have a chance in the future, we can go and grab the arcanist's long-standing treasure and take a look."

Roald held a middle-aged woman's waist while he spoke nonchalantly.

The middle-aged woman is the king's queen.

"Harusen and the others have contacted us. They are in another dimension not far away. Should we..." said the abyss demon.

"I know!"

Roald interrupted the abyss demon. He no longer cared about the beautiful middle-aged woman on him, but muttered to himself.

"Let's go after we recover from our injuries. Now wait a little longer, wait a little longer... just wait a little longer." Roald's voice was very low, as if it was the soft whisper and mumbling of a lover.

The other abyss demons stopped talking.

Ah!!! A sharp scream suddenly rang out.

Finally, the queen, the middle-aged woman sighed with satisfaction, and her snow-white body slowly fell onto Roald's chest like water.