'What a good idea you have! Batana's voice sounded like a knell in Zeena's ear, and she took

a step back unconsciously, the dagger clanging to the ground.

"Lord... Mother? ' Zeena looked at the place where Batana had fallen. Nothing had changed.

The powerful old woman was still lying motionless on the ground.

"Is it...?"

Zena didn't finish her sentence before her sister rushed in front of her. Shelley seized on the

Drow's momentary lapse and attacked, and in her full strength, she struck Zeena directly with

the hilt of her sword. The Drow, already scarred, finally falls, and her spell dissolves, as does

her ambition to be a matriarch. She fell on top of the pile of dead dark elves, her eyes closed,

breathing only as she could.

Decades, if not centuries, of waiting had vanished in the space of a single blow.

Vincent puts down his right hand and leans against the wall to try to adjust his breathing. The

illusion technique he has just used is already the limit of his physical strength. Now he doesn't

even have the strength to brush away the cobwebs hanging over his head. But the sorcerer

felt a strange sensation, a warm feeling coming from his left arm, massaging his weak heart,

relaxing his sore muscles, even healing his wounds.

He tried to move his left arm, but found that the golden arm had become so light that it was

easier to use than his right arm. The heavy prosthesis seemed to have no weight, and it would

move obediently with the slightest thought.

"Valentine, what's going on?" A word came through Vincent's teeth, but the red soul did not

answer.

'What? Vincent what did you say? ' Shelley turned around and put away her weapon. "If it's

not important, don't say anything. Have a good rest."

Vincent smiled at Shelley, knowing that it was not the best time to ask Valentine. Now the

master just prayed that the vision did not harm the spirit. What other secrets were hidden in

his left hand?

Shelley went over to Vincent, patted the cobwebs off his body, and helped him adjust his

sitting position more comfortably. But suddenly she saw Vincent's eyes open wide, looking

fearfully over her shoulder.

She was about to look over her shoulder when she lost consciousness.

What Vincent saw was the lich swaying to her feet. It was in a terrible state, its entire right

shoulder had been brushed flat, and the fracture was scorched like a fire. With every step, the

Lich's body made a crackle of bone, and it looked as if it would fall apart at any moment. It

was now holding on to its actions by sheer force of will.

Due to Vincent's interference, the lich was not able to fully resist the magic of the Batana

mother, and the power from the spider goddess was largely consumed, but it was still very

strong. Although the lich is no longer in Blasares

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Sutra is called the strong, they are legendary existence, but compared with the divine force,

there is still a big gap.

The yellow flame in the lich's eyes danced like a candle in the wind and seemed to vanish at

any moment. But Vincent knew that, given time, the lich was an undead creature that could

absorb enough strength from the world of the dead to rebuild its body. Even if his flesh --

the skeleton, to be exact -- were ground into powder, the lich would rise again and again,

intact, as long as it was not cut off from the world of the dead.

The Mage looked at Shelley, who stood motionless in front of him, and saw her lifeless eyes

and bloodless face. Vincent understood the lich's idea. It was mind control.

What had just happened had shaken the lich's confidence in his own magic, for a human

spellcaster, a character so young, could inflict such damage on his own body, simply because

he had used a lightning bolt that was not supposed to work against the lich. This baffled the

Undead mage. He was now afraid to lay a hand on the young man. God knows what else he

had! Even if he were to use the lightning again, such an inexplicable explosion would be

impossible to prevent. The safest thing to do now is to control someone else to take care of

the mage.

Shelley redrew the thin black sword, held it mechanically in the air, and lowered it slowly, its

tip pointing directly between the mage's eyes. Her eyes looked at Vincent as he sat on the

floor, but there was no sign of him. Her eyes were open, but she did not "see" with her heart.

With his right hand, Vincent gently felt the wand of Power, which had fallen to the mage's

side in the explosion. He moves his arm carefully, trying not to irritate Shelley or the Lich,

whose attention would only herald his death. The lich was now motionless, barely propped

up on what was left of her body, its left hand pointing at the Drow and muttering words.

Shelley's body trembled, and her thin sword became untenable, swaying slowly through the

air.

"Shelley! Are you going to destroy hope yourself!" Vincent suddenly burst out all the strength

he had accumulated for a long time and turned it into a phrase that constantly echoed in

Drow's ears.

"Yes!" he said. Shelley heard a voice inside her head warn her, "If you want to leave the

underworld, you must get rid of that family's tracking mark! The only spellcaster who can help

you is Vincent!"

Shelley's long history of desire and longing supports her, and her celestial lineage comes into

play. Still not free from the Lich's grip, Shelley's sword stopped completely in mid-air, never

moving an inch further.

The lich cursed, her voice tinged with anger. As an undead creature it was supposed to have

no feelings, it was supposed to have abandoned them long ago, but the succession of defeats

did bring back memories of when he was alive, and this brought back one emotion in him:

anger!

Mistress Batana's body moved a little. By force of will, the strong high priest of the dark Elves

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slowly gathered her strength. The lich knew that once she regained consciousness, with the

help of the spider goddess's magic, she could heal her body and regain her strength in an

instant.

The Lich has no such power. Weighing the threat of the immobile mage against the waking

mother, the Lich controls Shelley to pash at Batana.

Vincent's heart does not care about the fate of the dark fairy mother, but he has to consider

the whole situation. Only Batana has the strength to fight the Lich now, and she is the only

one who would be sorry to destroy this undead creature. While Vincent himself may be the

next to be destroyed after the Lich dies, the Wizard now has no other choice.

Vincent's mind was racing to figure out how to dissuade Zarifah from her actions. It had been

clear that the Lich's spell had not been entirely successful. The Drow under its control still had

some capacity for self-thought, and with a strong reason, Shelley should have been able to

shake it off.

Vincent's voice rang out just as the Drow's sword was about to sink into Batana's neck. "Shelley!

Kill the Mistress and you are the Mistress, and are you bound by that title to the city of

Prudence for the rest of your life?"

Shelley's sword stood still again, as it had done before. Becoming the mistress meant a

spiritual connection to the Spider Goddess. In that case, Shelley would never have a place to

hide or be truly free unless she was destroyed.

"Kill her! Kill! Kill! Kill!" 'cried the witch desperately. Instead of using its original psychic powers

to contact the mind-controlled Drow, it now spoke directly -- the lich's mind was too agitated

to maintain a psychic connection.

Caught between the two psychic forces, the Drow's mind chose stupor. Shelley's thin sword

fell to the ground, and she fell, as if without the support of her bones, in front of her mother.

Batana opened her eyes just in time to see her daughter limp to the ground as the lich half

of her body shouted.

"Motherfucker! The mother does not know where to get the strength, directly stood up, her

body wound and not through the magic of treatment, struggling to move the blood donation

rushed out. She did not care, but focused her anger on the undead creature. The Mother had

always been invincible, she had never lost a battle, never been beaten down, and his clerical

robes had never been stained with dust. She was synonymous with the mightiest, she was the

pinnacle of the dark elf priesthood, she was Batana! A name that will make all the Underdark

tremble!

Looking at the lich in front of her, her heart welled up with anger, anger so strong that it was

not just for the loss of her family, which could be quickly remedied; Nor the fact that she had

been knocked unconscious -- the final victory was still Batana's; Nor was it the threat of being

outdone again and again by the lowly human mage -- now in far worse shape, having taken

care of the lich himself, he was next! Her anger had been ignited the moment she saw Shelley

in front of her. It had been ignited.

If there was a hell of fire, then Mother's fury was a hell of fire.

Batana could not explain the feeling. She could not understand why she was so angry. For the

first time, she had forgotten the spider goddess's command, and by sheer force of her anger,

she had sealed the lich's fate.

A black flame formed in her hand, a spell she had received from the Spider Goddess since

she became the mother, a black fire from the abyss, a flame of absolute blasphemous power

that would destroy the lich before her. Even if it could still connect to the world of the dead

and draw strength from it, the black flame would follow it and destroy it once and for all, over

and over again, forever.

The lich gave up all control of Shelley, raised her finger to her mother, and chanted the spell.

Vincent tried to concentrate and not pass out at this critical moment, and with his solid

knowledge from the Mages' Guild, he recognized that it was a ray spell with a death-defying

effect.

It could be the finger of death. If you go back to the old days of Moonport City, then he can

use a death finger at the same time, so that two identical spells cancel each other out. But

now, although he can use the powerful power of the original magic, but the depth of contact

with magic is not as deep as before. Vincent is unable to counter this magic.

But is there nothing the mage can do? Using a technique from the Law of Creation, he built

a wall of crystals in front of the lich's body. The sharp edges of the crystal wall were cut, and

numerous polished surfaces acted as mirrors to converge images in all directions, severely

interfering with mutual observation at both ends of the wall. In the lich's eyes, there were

suddenly an infinite number of Batana mothers in front of her. The images from different

angles, different sizes, and different directions immediately confused her, and she did not

know which one to aim at. The ray in his hand hesitated to launch.

Batana's flames suddenly rose at the lich's feet, covering a radius of three meters. The black

flames did not need to aim, they automatically climbed the lich's skeleton, and began to exert

their power.

Even though the fire had no temperature at all, its destructive power was unmistakable. From

the flames came the wailing of the lich, and that wailing was not just a tone of voice. It was

like the simultaneous death cry of all who had been killed by the lich, the spirits at last giving

vent to their grudges. After a while, the lich's voice was drowned out by the flames and was

silent.

Vincent could no longer sustain the spell, and the crystal walls fell into pieces and scattered

all over the ground. The wizard closed his eyes and fell into a coma in the cave.

A red light broke out over Matsushil Batana, and her wounds were healed in an instant. Now,

she had almost regained her strength.