The pain in my head is like an unbroken wave, one after the other. Vincent felt a thousand

pounds of heavy stone pressing against his forehead. Little by little, his clear thoughts are

being squeezed out of his skull. The darkness was all around him.

It had been a long time since Vincent had an eye for insight that he had experienced total

darkness. Once in the dark night loneliness, hesitation and panic gradually attacked his mind,

Vincent hugged his body, and tried to concentrate his mind to retain the last bit of reason.

Suddenly, the darkness was dispelled and the light shone on the master's body again. Bathed

in the warm sunlight, Vincent looked at his surroundings in surprise.

The blue sky was filled with white clouds, the soft grass under his feet was still dripping with

water, and the air was still filled with the fragrance of the morning earth.

But Vincent clearly remembered that the last time he came to this world, he was almost

burned to death by a fire that was lit. He reached out his hand and performed the simplest

of feats of light.

A bright light appeared from his fingertips, reassuring the mage. As long as he does not lose

his ability to use spells, as he did last time, Vincent is confident that he can cope with most

situations.

From the other side of the hill came a regular shout, and the ground shook rhythmically

beneath him. It was as if an army were marching there.

Vincent climbed up the hill and bent down quickly in the tall grass. On the other side of the

hill was an army made up entirely of snake men. They were practicing.

The Master had never seen such a large army assembled together. It was as dark as a dark

cloud. No fewer than twenty thousand serpents were gathered in the small col in front of him

alone.

They were armed to the teeth, and all wore armor woven with thin rings. This armor was good

protection against arrows, and with its natural scales against swords, it was enough protection

for any army. The Snake-men used their lower bodies to crawl along the ground, eliminating

the need for armor on their legs, but both made them huge weapons. Each of them carried

four war spears, which they could throw or raise to protect their horsemen, and in their hands

they held huge machetes whose white blades reflected in a mirror the terrors of their upsidedown triangular faces. With such huge knives and the fearsome natural power of these

creatures, Vincent believed that no other army in the human world could meet its slashes

head-on.

The serpents were marching in neat squares across the grass at the same speed, never in

disarray. The leader swung his machete to his side, and the whole group turned at once, still

in a criss-cross formation. Vincent could not help but admire the level of training of this team.

It was able to restrain the naturally unruly snake people and form a powerful army. How much

effort had it taken? The Serpents themselves were one of the powerful ancient races, the

masters of men, elves and dwarves who had once ruled the land of Blasares. As the other

races mastered magic, they gradually declined and were reduced to mere inhabitants. What

do the snake people want here now?

Vincent had once confronted these snake men in underground caves, and had it not been for

the powerful explosive power of his lightning magic, the mage would have been helpless

against them. Both in terms of melee and magic resistance, this evolved snake man has been

close to the level of subdragon. Coupled with such a large number, Vincent shudder to think

of the damage this army could do to an entire continent.

"Hopefully this group of snake people won't go after Blasares." Vincent said to himself.

Black clouds suddenly covered Vincent's head, which was in sharp contrast to the bright

sunshine the Master had brought before. The mage's heart was startled, and he suddenly

looked back. The guy who was wrapped in the black fog last time was slowly floating up.

Being threatened by him once with fire is enough, and this time the mage is not defenseless.

Vincent stands up with a lightning spear in his right hand and a silver orb of energy suspended

above the palm of his left. Unsure of the true strength of his opponent, Vincent decided to

be on his guard.

The man in black stopped and quietly watched the Wizard's movements. His whole body

shuddered, and the black cloud disappeared, revealing its true face.

It was a white-skinned human being, with rare black hair that fell over his shoulders, a kind

smile on his face, and a white robe with large sleeves of some unknown material that could

reflect some sunlight.

"Human mage, I mean no harm," he said. He held out his arms in front of him, palms up, to

show that he was unarmed: "Who are you, mage? Why have you come to my territory?"

Vincent looked at the man in front of him. As he spoke, thousands of Serpentine soldiers

surrounded the hillside. The mage took stock of the situation, put away his lightning spell,

and momentarily dissipated the orb. "My name is Wizd. Who are you? What is this place?"

"Mr. Wedzder, you are welcome to be a guest in my space, where you will receive the warmest

reception." The man came up and stood in front of Vincent, bowing slightly: "Please don't be

frightened by these little snakes, they are actually very obedient and lovely. Oh, it is impolite

not to introduce yourself by name. I have lost my courtesy just now, I beg your forgiveness.

My name is rather difficult to pronounce with the human tongue, but if you don't mind, you

can call me Da Zei. Welcome to this space."

"Space? What are you talking about? B: I don't quite follow you, Mr. Tachen. Would you please

explain it to me in detail?"

"That is nature, distinguished guest. But standing on this hillside is no place to talk, so come

with me, and trust that my servants have prepared the most splendid feast and the most

comfortable seats."

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Vincent followed Dafeng and passed through the formation of the Serpentine army, flanked

by scaly creatures more than two meters high, their yellow eyes and slender, vertical pupils

fixed on the human mage before them. The machetes in their hands moved gently, and the

continuous noise of the snake's message threatened and challenged Vincent.

The Master felt an oppressive force, a horrible pressure expressed in numbers. Faced with any

Snake man alone, Vincent would have been sure to win, but faced with an army of Snake men

across the mountains, he would have been crushed to death before he could use his spell.

Tazei, who was in front of Vincent, was unconcerned about Vincent's situation and allowed

his men to threaten and provoke the Master. Although he did not look back and his face did

not show any special expression, Vincent believed that he was laughing secretly in his heart.

The Wizard then used his eyes of insight, and for a moment there was nothing but a pure

black void in his eye socket, a faint whirl swirling where his eye had been. At the same time,

a dance of light was released onto his own eye, and a flash of changing color appeared at the

center of the black vortex.

The serpents who saw this took a step back, clenched their weapons, and the serpents moved

more rapidly in and out of their mouths -- they felt threatened.

Ordinary mages would not dare to do this, and casting glowing spells on their own eyes would

only cause them to become blind. But with an insight, Vincent is no longer afraid of all kinds

of bright lights, and the brightness of the dance light has no effect on him.

"Here it is, here it is." Dacheng pointed to a palace in front of her and led Vincent inside.

It was a castle, built on a stone platform more than five meters high. It was divided into seven

levels. The higher the tower, the smaller the level. At each level the tower was opened with

many Windows, either for observation or as holes for shooting arrows. The sides of the tower

jut out and at the very edge rise up into the air, and the green roof is very vivid against the

blue sky.

The interior of the castle was covered with wooden floors, and many of the serpents swam

noiselessly over the polished surface. Unlike the army outside, the serpents here were mostly

female, and their thin clothes covered their faces just enough to hide the scales, but they

showed off the natural beauty of the serpents, and a strange aroma hung over the castle.

Vincent smelled it and recognized that there was a special extract in it that could stimulate

the passion of living things. He imposed a "mental barrier" on himself to block out all spiritual

influences.

Tachi led the master to a large room, where low tables were arranged in two rows, and there

were no chairs but plenty of soft cushions. Dacheng and Vincent sat behind two tables

opposite each other.

Not long after, several girls brought small white bowls, in which fragrant hot tea had already

been brewed.

Dacheng motioned for Vincent to drink the tea, and then waved all the maids back.

Vincent took a sip of his tea. He was not used to this kind of tea without any sugar, milk or

red wine. He stole a glance at the women walking backwards away. From beneath the veils

that wrapped their faces, the heads of small snakes appeared.

"Medusa!" he cried. Vincent could not help feeling frightened. To attract such a powerful

creature as a maid, how powerful was the man called Da Zei on the other side? And for what

did he have this power?

"You are welcome once more to my castle, and do not consider yourself a stranger, but make

yourself at home here. Everything is at home. ' Dacheng said with a smile.

"The last time I was here, you almost burned me to death." Vincent puts down his teacup and

looks up and down at the guy opposite him. "I don't dare suffer like that again."

"Ha ha, I see. I'm really sorry." Dacheng claps her hands as two young girls come in. He said:

'I thought it was some kind of attacker, so I struck first. You know, it was just taking shape,

but there were a lot of guys trying to hit it, so I had to be careful. I feel so sorry for your last

fright. How do you feel about these ladies being given to you as handmaidens as an apology?"

'Snake Man again? Vincent did not dare to look around with his penetrating eyes now, for it

would be terrible if he met Medusa's gaze. Although he still has the talisman that is immune

to petrification, the sting of being attacked by supernatural forces will not be eliminated.

"Of course not, these are both beautiful human maidens. How can I offer your guest the

Serpent Maiden?" Dafzai smiled. "These women have never even touched a man. They are

absolute virgins..."

Vincent waved his hand to stop Dacheng: "We masters always like to walk alone, and do not

have the habit of bringing servants with us, so thank you for your kindness, but I cannot

accept it."

"What a pity. I thought you would like it." He clapped his hands again. Two strong Serpents

came in. "Now that they've seen men, it's no use," he said. "Drag down and see if those beasts

are hungry."

'Wait,' said the man. Vincent waved his hand, "It seems that they have never seen a man

before, but it is good material for magic. I will keep it."

"That's all right." Dafei waved the samurai away, and the two women cleverly stood behind

Vincent, but they couldn't stop shivering. Dafzai smiled and said, "Master, how did you come

to this space?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Vincent never takes his eyes off the man opposite him. "I just

closed my eyes and I woke up right here."

There were several crackles, and the low table in front of him was overturned. He suddenly

stood up, ignoring the hot tea splattered on his legs, and looked at the master with a surprised

expression.

Vincent felt that he was definitely being watched by a giant snake.

Da Zei pointed at Vincent, and after a while she managed to squeeze out a word: "You..."