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Of course, liches generally do not take the initiative to provoke evil spirits, and evil spirits are not interested in their life knots.

Ermengarde glanced outside the palace and happened to see Chen Xiu smashing the giant axe on the ground.

The witchcraft used by this Cyclops senior was a type she had never seen before. It could actually materialize all kinds of things beyond imagination out of thin air. It didn't seem to have anything to do with prophecy, and it didn't seem like a new application of the Cyclops' talent.

"Cyclops? I'll have to ask the teacher about it when I get back."

Miss Lich glanced again at the tall, closed palace gate behind her.

The same goes for the Witch King, which is an obsession that the teacher has not been able to let go of.

If he knew that the Witch King's wandering spirit was here, he would probably really drop everything and rush over immediately.

Ermengarde even suspected that Cyclopes had pulled her over so that he could tell the teacher about this matter through her.

I wonder if I will have the chance to meet the Witch King later. I used to be a court lady for a while.

Miss Lich's thoughts did not last long, as a torrent of spells hit the spell shield she had erected.

The black and blue spell suddenly exploded, spreading a creepy chill around, as if to freeze everything.

Ermengarde looked towards the end of the corridor and saw an evil demon that looked like Elafia jumping in. It ran out in a winding trajectory like a strange creature, and the staff in its hand was shining with purple magic light.

Miss Lich calmed down. This guy looked different from those ordinary soldiers at first glance.

She blew away the lingering ice mist at her fingertips, and suddenly spun around and swung out a seven-fold binding spell. The silk strings scattered in the air took the opportunity to twist into giant scissors, and pounced towards the lively Fallen Snow Priest, trying to cut it in half.

However, Ermengarde did not notice that the fallen snow-sacred creature had been deeply eroded by the collapse and was on the verge of transforming into a cold disaster. After being cut in half by the closing blade, it exploded like a deep-freeze bomb.

"This, this is!?"

Ermengarde pressed the witch hat tightly on her head and squinted her eyes as she looked into the depths of the blizzard.

A black shadow floating in the air slowly appeared, surrounded by dense gray-black ice spikes, emitting an icy and ominous aura.

Miss Lich swallowed, and the psychological pressure suddenly increased.

Judging from the aura of this ghost thing, it is impossible for me to deal with it alone. Even if I try to delay it, I won’t be able to hold on for long.

The newly born cold disaster let out a shrill scream, but this was also the last sound it made after its birth.

The palace gate behind him suddenly opened, and the surging torrent of magic instantly blasted the cold disaster into debris.

Chen Xiu looked at the hole in the sky that was healing. It seemed that the ensemble ceremony was over. After freeing his hands, the Witch King could easily kill all the evil demons that rushed in with the help of Pavillion. His Erlang Shen experience had expired.

However, it feels really good to swing a big axe and hit someone!

Even an evil demon would explode on the spot if it was hit by a mountain axe.

Chen Xiu looked around the broken square and, with great civic spirit, helped clean and repair it.

Anyway, the computing power used is the PCS system, so it’s not my turn to feel bad about it, and there’s not much shortage of this thing anyway.

Meanwhile, underground in the Lateran Basilica.

The old Pope stood numbly in the hall, staring at the buzzing mainframe.

He had just gone back to sleep for a while when the master suddenly went crazy again, forcing him to get up and rush over again.

Although I know that nothing serious will happen, I dare not be too careless, for fear that something really might happen.

The result was naturally nothing happened. After the host ran at high speed for a while, it returned to normal.

Evangelista XI scratched his head and simply went back to bring the bedding and slept on the floor.

Otherwise, you can just sleep here at night from now on, so you can take a look at any time if there is any movement.

Closing his eyes, the old Pope muttered to himself and prayed again.

"It's not a peaceful day. May the law be with me..."

When Chen Xiu returned to the palace, Ermengarde had already paid tribute to the Witch King.

Herhunzollon looked at Miss Lich, and a hint of emotion appeared in his deep eyes.

"How is your teacher doing lately?"

"Thank you for your concern. The teacher is doing well," Ermengarde replied calmly. "It's just that the funding for Ludwig University has been cut year after year, and the teacher has always been dissatisfied with it."

The corners of Herhunzollen's mouth curled up slightly, and he replied, "When has he ever thought that the funds were sufficient?"

Ermengarde lowered his head slightly, and in his heart he agreed with the Witch King's sharp comments. His teacher was indeed a spendthrift when it came to research.

Whatever he promised, as long as the money was in place, he would definitely achieve results in the end.

This is also the reason why Herhunzollen was so straightforward in approving funds in the past. Friendship aside, the most important thing is that Fremont can always achieve the results he wants.

"It seems that you are not having a good time now. When do you plan to go home?"

"Kazdel is currently in the midst of a civil war, and the teacher's attitude is to stay out of it. We haven't yet determined our return path."

Herhunzollen nodded in understanding, and the thought that had just come to his mind was put aside again.

I wanted to ask Fremont to come and reminisce about the past, but now is not the right time.

Since the liches will stay in Letania for an unknown period of time, Fremont must keep his distance from them, otherwise he will be in big trouble if the Twin Queens notice him.

Clyde couldn't ask the liches to help take care of him, as there would be political problems as well.

"You've lived in Leithania for so many years, so you don't need a ghost like me to tell you what to do."

Herhunzollon regained his composure. His emotions fluctuated more today than in the past few decades combined.

Ermengarde bowed again. She naturally understood the hidden meaning in the Witch King's words.

Chen Xiu waved his hand and sent Miss Lich back, then said goodbye.

"Now that this matter is over, it's time for me to leave."

"You're as reckless as ever, but this time... it's timely."

Helhunzolon looked at Chen Xiu and felt that he seemed to have a good relationship with the Sarkaz.

Chen Xiu felt something was a little strange. No wonder Hei Jian’s personality was so weird. It turned out that this tsundere nature was inherited from his ancestors.

"Ha, is this the arrogance of a king? I thought you would simply say, 'Cyclopes, I owe you one.'"

Facing Chen Xiu's teasing, Herhunzollon seemed very calm, because someone had teased him in the same way before.

"Then what do you ask for? I'm afraid all I can offer you in return is a little knowledge."

"Knowledge?" Chen Xiu asked, his mind stirring. "If that's the case, are you still interested in accepting students?"

Herhunzollon was stunned for a moment and carefully considered this somewhat unexpected proposal.

During his lifetime, he was busy studying Originium and the Wasteland, and never thought about accepting students.

As an outstanding spellcaster, he naturally hopes that someone can pass on his legacy.

Although he left behind a lot of research materials before his death, the Twin Queens and the Electors would definitely list them as taboos.

And now, sitting in Pavillon, I have plenty of free time.

"Are you trying to project someone else's consciousness here?"

"That's right." Chen Xiu replied, "Just my descendant, and your little lamb."

Herhunzoron glanced at the Cyclops and felt that the Cyclops seemed to understand the ways of the world better than the lich, and he did things very well.

"Well, just do as you say."

Chen Xiu waved his hand, and his figure disappeared silently like broken bubbles.

Herhunzollon stood up from the throne. Now it was time to go outside and see how long he would have to fight.

Outside the ruins in the center of the lake, a team of Queen's Voice looked at the towering magic tower in front of them.

The experienced spy in the team recognized the origin of the tower at a glance.

"Y-It's the Witch King's Tower! This is the Witch King's Tower!!"

As a team specializing in dealing with the remains of the Witch King, they have completed countless tasks over the years.

But this is the first time I have seen ruins of this kind. It is as if the Witch King is not dead and has returned to the world again.

"Quick! Report it immediately!" the old spy screamed. "This is not something we can handle. We must report it to Her Majesty the Queen immediately and send the Golden Law Guards over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of the tall tower in the lake faded away and disappeared like a mirage.

The entire ruins have returned to normal. From the outside, they appear to be even more damaged than ruins in other places. There is nothing scary about them at all.

For a moment, the Queen's Voice team fell silent.

If you think about it carefully, the situation just now could not be the normal state of this Witch King ruins.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible for it to stay here in obscurity for so long, so there must be some reason that caused it to undergo special changes.

If you want to apply for support, you must go in and investigate the cause.

Otherwise, the Golden Law Guards are all busy people with tasks to do, and they don't have time to come over just because of your casual report.

In the end, the captain made up his mind to leave one person outside to provide support, and the others followed him into the ruins.

When Chen Xiu opened his eyes, Arturo was looking at his cello with broken strings with heartache.

Clyde fell asleep against the wall, a look of relief on his face.

Before he could say anything, Gertrude suddenly ran in from outside.

"The Queen's Voice is here! There are five of them, and Mastema and Texas are dragging them along."

Chen Xiu immediately suppressed the idea of ​​chatting. He originally wanted to use the remaining power of the Witch King to stop the Queen's voice.

However, due to various problems that occurred in the middle, the ensemble ceremony was completed successfully ahead of schedule and the time difference could not be made up.

The spellcasting unit shattered into fine sand after the ceremony, and the spell shadows naturally dispersed as well.

In this case, we can only evacuate by force.

Fortunately, the other side only sent a small team, which was not enough to surround the ruins.

"Gertrude, you escort Arturo and Clyde away first. I'll go pick up Mostima and Texas."

After Chen Xiu finished speaking, he drew his gun and ran outside. He soon saw the two sides fighting fiercely in the ruins.

The masked Miss Wolf stood in front, while the hooded Mostima cast spells from behind.

Although it was the first time for the two to cooperate, they cooperated very well because they each had rich combat experience. They blocked the opposing five-man team in place and did not give the other side any chance to advance or retreat.

Chen Xiu fired his gun towards the sky, and the two men in front immediately realized that this was the signal to retreat.

Texas kicked the spy captain back, and Mostima raised his staff to delay the time of all the opponents. Then the two of them ran out of the ruins without looking back.

After the spell ended, the spies were about to catch up when a bullet hole was accurately left in front of each person's toes, and everyone stopped in place.

"Don't chase them. They have long-range cover." The spy captain gave up decisively: "Even if we catch up, we can't beat them."

"Captain, what should we do about this?" someone asked. "The people on the other side don't look like remnants of the Witch King."

"They're definitely not the Witch King's remnants," the old spy suddenly said. "That hooded Sakota seems to be a wanted fugitive from Lateran. Her halo and wings are very unique. I can't mistake her."

"Then report it." The spy captain replied: "We are only responsible for handling the remains."

Chapter 113 Chen Xiu: My First Fall, Dedicated to Texas! (3K)

Leitania, outside the city of Ideom.

Chen Xiu and Arturo dropped Clyde off the car and said a brief goodbye.

"Clyde, this violin is for you." Arturo handed the violin case to Clyde and introduced it with a smile: "This is a relic of my teacher. I hope you can make good use of it in the future and play more emotional music with it."

Clyde was happy.

But when he heard the origin of the cello, he immediately panicked.

"Teacher, this is too precious... This piano must have a different meaning for you, right?"