A great victory of 25 against 3,000 people. The Dream Tower only paid the price of two injured swordsmen, a magician's mental exhaustion, and the destruction of several artificial monsters in the meditation space.
This gave Xiao Chen a new understanding of the power of the Dream Tower mages on the battlefield. The mages of the Dream Tower had many more methods than ordinary mages of the same realm. Moreover, no one projected the meditation space today. If that were the case, the effect would probably be even more amazing.
After simply cleaning up the battlefield, the convoy continued on its way. They did not rest at night, but continued to rush towards Black Rock City.
Jocano used the power of the formation to kill a Saint, which consumed his energy. Therefore, Xiao Chen didn't want to disturb him who was meditating.
So, nothing happened that night, and in the early morning of the next day, the convoy arrived at the outskirts of Black Stone City.
"Your Excellency Saint, the spatial oppression seems to have weakened a lot. According to our calculations, we can activate the teleportation magic about fifty kilometers ahead." During the morning break, a great magician who was responsible for monitoring the changes in space reported to Xiao Chen holding a crystal ball.
"Well, I understand." Xiao Chen knew in his heart that they couldn't just run away like that. Otherwise, the Spirit Refining Tower wouldn't have been built.
"We'll set off in five minutes. Remember to bypass Black Rock City. We don't need to enter the city," said Jocano.
"No! The space has changed." Black mist suddenly rose from the crystal ball in the hands of the great magician. "A large-scale space suppression has erupted from Black Stone City. This kind of space suppression cannot be achieved without more than three saints! Saint!"
"Sir!" The mages, including Jocano, looked at him. They all knew that it would be impossible to escape if they ran into more than three saints at such a close distance.
"Don't panic, we'll wait here. Chocano, hurry up and draw a long-range casting array and an extremely effective casting array and nest them together. I want to use them." Gomez said.
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When the Golden Branch Priest Artemio appeared in front of everyone in the Dream Tower with two elven elders, many Silver Leaf priests, a large number of temple knights and elven troops, Gomez was already standing in the middle of a nested formation.
"Artemio, I was wondering where you got the manpower to stop us here. It turns out that you mobilized the power of the elves. It is rare that these God's followers who act on their own can obey your command."
"Well, I talked to the Elven Elders, broke a few tables, and finally convinced them to send troops." Artemio was a white-haired old man with a thin figure, wearing a simple green robe and holding a wooden stick like a branch in his hand. However, this country old man-like figure made the magicians present nervous. "Gomez, you made a very interesting choice. You didn't continue to run away, but waited for us here. I want to know, do you have anything to say to me?"
Artemio's tone was calm, but his aura was intimidating. After all, even Xiao Chen had heard of his name. He was the most powerful of all the Golden Branch Priests in the Seven Towers Era. Although the two elven elders behind him were also of the Saint rank, they might not be his match even if they were combined.
"Hmm... Have you ever heard of the magic 'Tide of Annihilation'?" Gomez said as he stood in the center of the constantly rotating magic circle.
"Is it the magic that destroys souls on a large scale, and then uses the energy of the destroyed souls to destroy more souls?" Artemio asked, looking at the mages around Gomez. "This kind of magic only works on those below the Saint level, right? Moreover, once that magic is cast, all the people around you... will die, right?"
"That's right. But please look at my feet. What if I detonate a few more holy artifacts with the help of this magic circle embedded with extreme spellcasting and long-range spellcasting?" Gomez looked at the mountains in the distance. "With the space suppressed, no one can escape. I guess no one can survive as far as I can see."
"It seems like you want to have a good talk. Tell me, what do you want?" Artemio was not flustered. He frowned and stared at Gomez with his bright little eyes.
"It's very simple, three things. First, stop the hunt against us. Second, let us rebuild a new magic tower somewhere. Third, let's write off what happened between us in the past." Gomez said.
"Hehe, do you know how many priests and warriors of the Temple of Nature died in the process of chasing you?" Artemio chuckled.
"I don't care about that. It seems that quite a few people died when I detonated the holy weapon last time." Gomez laughed, "But so what? The key now is whether the people here can survive, and whether you can survive."
Artemio's eyes flickered between Gomez and the circle, as if he was considering how likely this was.
However, an elf elder behind him said, "Artemio, why hesitate? Are you scared by such a bluffing guy? The glory of the God of Nature does not allow us to make such a compromise!"
"Artemio, who has the final say here now?" Gomez asked.
"I," Artemio said.
"Very good!" Gomez raised his hand and a beam of white light hit the elf elder. The elder had layers of shields stacked on his body, but it was too late. The white light penetrated his shields and hit his soul directly.
The elf elder froze for a moment, then he fell to the ground and began snoring.
Dream of Sleep, a holy-level magic, ignores magic shields and magic resistance, acts directly on the soul, and makes the recipient fall into a deep sleep for a day.
"Look, this is the effect of the extremely effective spellcasting circle." Gomez said, looking at the second elf elder.
The latter nervously added several mental shields and strengthening magic to himself, but Gomez did not make a move. Instead, he asked: "Artemio, what do you say? Tell me your conditions."
"Three things: First, give up the name of the Dream Tower. Second, hand over the holy book in your possession. Third, do not have any contact with the remnants of the other seven towers."
"Your Excellency Saint, this is too much. The Holy Scripture is the foundation of the Tower of Dreams!" Jocano said angrily.
"No, the scriptures are not, but the people are." Gomez said to Artemio, "I will wait here until all my companions leave. Wait until the Temple of Nature announces to all countries that it will no longer hunt down the members of the Dream Tower. When you do this, I will withdraw the magic circle and give you the Dream Tower's scripture "The True Form of the Fantasy World."
Artemio paused with the staff in his hand, turned around and called a silver leaf priest, "Go and inform the temple of this matter, and tell them that I approve of this deal."