When Alvine noticed Ferda snapped her fingers, he closed his eyes and extended his magical perception to place his spiritual mark on each stranger. '1321 demonic beasts, 543 humans, two of whom are three-star shamans, and the last two are ancient five-star shamans.' He murmured after finishing his counting. Like Sabrina, he had obtained almost all the necessary information about this mysterious breed. Their cultivation methods were different from those of Alvine or others. Those who were currently on his territory were not really strong but in the middle of their hierarchies, like the holy mages and emperors. As for shamans, they are the only ones capable of casting long-distance offensive spells, such as the [fire-stroms], [Demonic arrows], etc., which they call, martial arts skills. And the fundamental reason that gives them magical resistance is only linked to two factors. The first is their bodil

--"!"In an old disinfected building, where light bulbs flashed, barely illuminating an operating room that had been out of service for probably a century, a man with long black hair with a refined appearance and ruby red eyes was sitting in a wheelchair with his black coat that was dyed with blood.But in front of him, more precisely on an operating bed, another person was firmly attached to it with a body bloodied by knife wounds every inch of his body.But even if he was attached and barely breathed, as if he were at the end of his life, the vivacity of his eyes was so intense that anyone would understand that he was close to everything but death."Kuku, it seems the lord has finally passed a cape; now, he cannot return to his normal state." The man in the wheelchair announced these words with cold eyes that had no glimmer of goodness in them.Afterward, he got up from the wheelchair with a black knife in his left hand and approached his patient, stabbing him again in his abdomen

"So, do you know what's wrong with her?""Hmm, it's extraordinary. Even if it's surprising and hard to believe, I...no, I need to check her condition more before announcing such information lightly!" After the three-person team returned to the palace, Sylvia left all her responsibilities to Sabrina. She instead went directly to the room where the Queen lived with Sebass to allow the latter to check the Queen's health without further delay. But hearing Sebass's uncertain tone, Sylvia frowns with dissatisfaction. "What do you mean by that? Didn't you just say that you had an idea of his problem? And that you needed to consult her to heal her?" She asked in a slightly frustrating tone. Sebass, for his part, shakes his head slightly. "Milady Sylvia seemed to have misinterpreted my words. First, this lady's current situation is not a problem that must be or can be t

As soon as the general crossed the mist, he was separated from the others! What he didn't know was the specialty of this place. As the article on the art of war says, knowing the characteristics of the field is already a half-self victory! The red mists are not only there to make the decoration but rather have characteristics, illusory and toxic. The higher the rank of a mage, the more he will have the power to resist the poisons in the atmosphere and the powers of hallucinations, and vice versa, the emperor mages and below will be nothing more than mere victims. Knowing these factors, Alvine had taken the necessary precautions by bringing only divine mages, hence the lower number of his troops. As for the reason why his men carried pieces of tissue on their noses, it was natural to prevent the toxic smoke that covered this entire area affects his troops! "Squad three, and my squ