She forced herself to calm down and think about her current situation.

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and looked at the group of uninvited guests who appeared in the living room with a scrutiny.

Right in front of her sight was a woman with amazing beauty, with her blazing robe and a scarlet tights outlining her perfect figure.

She was looking at herself with a playful look, thinking to herself.

The evil light emitted in her eyes made her feel extremely uneasy.

To the right of the woman, a distance from her was a terrifying red-robed wizard with cold, gem-like green eyes and narrow hooked nose. Although he shaved his head according to the tradition of the Sel Red-robed Wizard Society, he was proud of the dense gray-white beard.

This is obviously more like provoking Sell's authority.

This is indeed the case, otherwise how could he go to the Dragon Bible Sect?

The leader of the Dragon Bible Sect was a tall and upright man. He was wearing a dark purple robe and a dark red mask that looked like a long horned skull. He stood quietly as if he was not there.

Among the four, he kept the closest distance from the red-robed wizard, which proved that the cooperative relationship between the two should be the closest.

On the contrary, the ghost wizard standing at the door of the reception room. He was wearing a black robe and his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, revealing only a pair of cold and light red eyes.

The distance between him and the other three is judged by the caster's standards, and is just right.

"Have you considered my proposal?"

The beautiful woman with red hair and red robe, with her hands on her chest, was filled with a hint of joking in her cold voice, "Our patience is limited, don't let me wait too long, otherwise I will only vent my anger elsewhere, the female lord of Arab City, dear Ms. Myrcella Raul."

Limited patience...

The female lord sat upright on the chair gracefully. She was as beautiful as all young women, with a beautiful face, smooth and fair skin, long brown-red hair spread on her shoulders, and a serious and quiet face.

Although the enemies she faced were the leader of the Dragon Bible Sect, the Supreme King of the Ghost City, the military adjutant of the Duke of Hell, and the rebels of the Red Robe Wizard Society, her delicate face did not show panic.

"When the shield turns into a prosthetic leg and the long sword turns into a crutch, people's hearts will collapse. When the family becomes a prize, the enemy will be promoted, and hope will disappear."

Myrcella recalled the desperate words again.

In her short life, she has experienced many wars and countless adventures.

Once upon a time, cheese, fruit and reels, these ordinary things, could make her understand what real, simple happiness is when she was less than twenty years old.

Now, in her clear and clear silver-gray eyes, what often reveals are the sadness brought by the conflict and the wisdom that is enough to despise the war.

After all, everything has a rhythm and a cycle, and nothing can remain unchanged, even the nearly immortal and great gods can do it.

What's more, they are mortals who are wandering in front of a limited time.

She thought and thought, looking at the tower spirit of the mage tower from the corner of her eyes, the cat that often brought her a little smile.

It curled up in a chair, its whole body shivering, its small and straight nose, its smooth mouth, its soft feet and its golden tail have long since changed from being like substance to a nearly transparent color, as if it would collapse at any time with a light touch.

"Teat, I was actually stolen." The cat said weakly.

Her mage tower was subjected to a terrible attack.

At some point, two Felin Demon Kui, who were so old that they could trace back to the era of the three creators, quietly lurked into the depths of the underground of her mage tower.

They cut off the connection between the mage tower and the elemental pool, and the tower spirit would fall into a deep sleep at any time due to the attacks of two demon aura elders and the energy cut off.

What is the difference between a mage tower without energy supply and loss of tower spirit control and ordinary buildings?

This group of uninvited guests successfully descended into the mage tower without any effort.

As the female lord of Arab City, Myrcella guarded the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormier for so many years, and even witnessed the incarnation of the tyrannical god Bann coming to his city with her own eyes.

She endured all these disasters alone, but this time, she could not see any hope, even a little bit of faint light.

Arab City is the pillar of the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormier. If it falls, many surrounding towns and territories will encounter unimaginable disasters.

This also includes Mokou Town.

When she left Mokou Town, she confidently told the young mage lord in person that she must hold on and that she would soon assist him in defense.

Who would have thought that this situation turned into this?

"What else do you want to do with her?" said the wizard of red robe with a little impatient, "Just as we agreed before."

"A super spell in the legendary realm, in our Sell, there are countless colleagues who are drooling at this beautiful lady, so her body must belong to me."

He said, while using his narrow and vicious eyes, he looked at the female lord's delicate body unscrupulously, his tone was full of mockery:

"One pint of blood, three pints of ochre jelly monster, and a dozen orchids of acid extracted from the body of the black pudding monster, and then prepare a sticky solution to seal this beautiful body in the sarcophagus. In just half a year, a flawless gum monster was made."

He was trying to anger me, which might have disappointed him. Mycella thought calmly: Because he wouldn't have this opportunity,

Even if she is defeated and killed, she will let herself die with dignity.

"This mage tower and city belong to me." Hajj Horner, the Supreme King's hand from the Ghost City, said coldly.

You will only get one ruin, Myrcella thought: a ruin that can cost you a heavy price.

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Saiweilin, the leader of the Bailong Cult, who was wearing a dark red skull mask, glanced at Hajjhona and said in a gentle tone, "I need the wealth of the entire kingdom."

The greedy dragon, even their five-colored dragon queen, was no exception. Myrcella thought: The greedy dragon queen and the greedy believer, he has begun to tempt the brink of death.

"What are you waiting for? Do it as soon as possible and don't waste time here." The red-robed wizard raised his voice and said to everyone.

"I need a complete soul." The high-level devil from Barto Hell looked at the clamoring red-robed wizard, and still looked at the female lord unwillingly, "This is the last chance. As a wise wizard, I believe you will make the most rational choice, ma'am."

Complete soul.

Myrcella sighed softly in her heart, savoring the devil's words.

In the material world, if she dies accidentally, if she is willing, then with her own soul purity, as well as her own strength and willpower, as long as the soul does not die for some reason, it will be easy for her to become a high-level devil.

But at that time, she would forget too much, because any reincarnation would leave a lot of memories.

Even the believers of the gods are the same. After entering the kingdom of God, they will only retain pious memory of faith, while other memories will gradually fade until they disappear completely.

The reason why this high-level devil is so persistent is nothing more than wanting to obtain a complete soul.

In Batto hell, if she signed a contract with the devil and was willing to fall into depravity, then she would not only transform into a high-level devil, but also would not lose a lot of memories.

"This is your best choice to protect Arabia City." The devil began to induce it earnestly.

"As long as you are willing to trade with Zariel, the Duke of Hell, I will protect Arabia for you, otherwise you will only see a ruin and countless tragic dead bodies. And your soul will be imprisoned by me forever and torture."

"I let you down, no one can take away my soul." Mycella gracefully tucked her hair, and said calmly, "With my permission, even the gods cannot take it away."

As a sensible spellcaster, she naturally knows the terrible consequences of a deal with the devil.

She will not become a fallen person, nor will she be threatened to join the devil's camp.

This is her final bottom line.

As for Arab City... the only thing she can do is to have a clear conscience, that's all.

Born in distress and dying in happiness is also a good choice.

After all, she bears too many responsibilities alone, and perhaps this is an alternative relief.

"Although my mage tower has lost its energy supply," she said calmly, her words full of threats.

"But this does not mean that it has really become a useless ruin. If you have any means, just use it. I will guarantee that I will take at least one of you before I die."

She looked at the four uninvited guests with meaningful eyes, as if she was selecting the weakest among the four.

She saw the red-robed wizard's subconscious gaze, and immediately realized something.

She smiled and looked at him intriguingly, her eyes as if telling him that she had already chosen the lucky one that was most suitable for taking away.

They did not despise her words, but looked at the female lord who was sitting gracefully on the chair with a solemn look.

"I am looking forward to a very noble and beautiful woman who reveals her hideous face before she fights back." Hajj Horna, the Supreme King from the Ghost City, rubbed her fingers against the staff that leaked dark energy, and said coldly:

"Believe me, before you take someone away, I will trap you in the staff, and you will slowly die inside, suck your vitality and tear your flesh through by the shadows inside. The most interesting part is that even if you die, the punishment for you will not end. Your will will survive in the form of shadows and suffer eternal suffering as an etherworld creature."

"That may disappoint you because you don't have that ability." Mycella's words were sarcastic. "After all, you are just a group of fallen men who say nobility and betray the soul. How could you find the true meaning of the arcane? Otherwise, why would you never get out of the Desert of Enoak?"

Compared to the descendants of Naseriel in the Ghost City, Brian from the Kingdom of Harua is completely different from them, she thought.

"Her soul is mine, and no one has the right to get involved." The high-level devil reminded.

"Mystery, since you are unwilling to fall into the arms of our Lord."

She said in a cold voice, "Then I can only protect the integrity of your soul with the best efforts. Aren't you a pure and noble female lord? Very good, then I will transform you into a devil and teach you the skills of arranging flowers and making jade myself."

"You can see that you are a pathological person who is in a humble state." Mycella's words gradually became relaxed, and she said sarcastically without fear:

"No doubt you have suffered painful torture and abuse as a humble person. I suggest you believe in the goddess of pain, Lauvita. What do you think of my proposal, the pure devil lady?"

"You made me lose patience, ma'am." An angry flashed across the pure face of the high-level devil.

"What's the point? I'll keep her soul and keep her body. Let's see if her mouth is still so hard." The red-robed wizard shouted, and then subconsciously took two steps back.

"Then come on." The female lord of Arab City said with a solemn expression: "Since you are so eager to set off, I will satisfy your last wish."

In an instant, the warm and comfortable living room became tense, as if a fireball that had just finished singing would explode at any time.

The high-level devil with a fiery red robe slowly pulled out the magic sword, and the faint fire lingered in his left hand, slowly approaching towards Mycera with casual steps.

At this moment, a buzzing sound of the teleportation magic array sounded, and a light blue magic array light flashed.
To be continued...