[Part 2]
Two spears pierced the puppet's body and slid away. Salin watched calmly as the puppet grabbed the Desolate Warrior's spear and gently snapped it in half. The golden magic book in his hand had already finished casting its spell. A huge black shield condensed in front of him, and the dark elements instantly swallowed the puppet.
Shield of Darkness, a level-10 spell, had been transformed into a level-9 spell through a special method and stored in the golden magic book. This was a storage method created by 36 Magic Shooters on Seriger Island. It was a spell that Sarlin used to save his life.
At level-10, this spell could be used both offensively and defensively, but its effective range was still short. It was not something that spells like Endless Night could compare to. Sarlin had only used the golden magic book after receiving Nicholas's hint.
Nicholas had not stopped using the spell. At first, he only harassed Van Gogh, but this time, he used the spell to affect Van Gogh's actions.
The effect was limited. There were too few souls in Nicholas's Crimson Soul Tower. If he used a powerful spell, he would lose his life again. Nicholas would not do that unless it was time to fight with his life on the line.
At least before Neris reappeared, Nicholas would not let himself lose the ability to fight. He realized that by assisting Sarlin, even if he did not use his strongest attack, he could still increase Sarlin's ability to fight.
The puppet was thrown out by Van Gogh because of the effect of the spell. This was not a mistake, so it did not consume too much of Nicholas's spiritual power and power of faith. The puppet was very destructive. Level-9 elemental creatures could not even withstand a single attack from it.
Sarlin had seen the puppet's ability to fight. It was a puppet used by an astrologer to receive guests, so it would not attack him. What Van Gogh threw out was obviously a battle puppet.
Sarlin's Shield of Darkness was released in advance. Otherwise, he would not be able to cast a level-10 spell instantly, even if it was stored in the magic book.
The puppet was surrounded by the dark elements emitted by the Shield of Darkness. Sarlin shot out a Star Condensing Needle from his glove and pierced it into the puppet's body. The puppet threw out a dagger from the darkness, but it was blocked by the Shield of Darkness. The Shield of Darkness shattered instantly. The dagger also fell to the ground with a clang.
The Star Condensing Needle accurately pierced between the puppet's eyebrows. There was a divine character inside that was shattered by the needle, turning into specks of light and dispersing. If the puppet was really controlled by an astrologer, Salin wouldn't have dared to do so. However, the people of the Church were used to using divine spells to control the puppet. Although it ensured the puppet's combat power, it left a huge flaw in the puppet.
If it encountered an astrologer, the divine character inside the puppet would be destroyed at any time.
There were no astrologers in this realm, but Sarlin was an exception. He didn't continue to learn astrology, but it had already advanced to the second level, and he could already sense some astral energy. This time, the Star Condensing Needle was shot out using wind magic to wrap around the Star Condensing Needle, and in conjunction with his mental energy, he locked onto the puppet's vitals.
Sarlin inside the divine character inside the puppet. But now. Sarlin inside the divine character. Sarlin. one was. Star with with, the divine character, and. Sarlin. one. one. Sarone., Fan Two..,
Two Desolate warriors rushed forward and snatched the limp doll back from the ground. Salin picked up the doll, his heart filled with joy. The three broken dolls he had obtained from the Astrology Tower were obviously not of a high grade. This doll, on the other hand, was of a decent grade. It was even a Battle Doll. If he used astrology to refine it again, it would become a powerful piece of equipment for him.
The puppet's hand moved, but it still drooped down. Sarlin could not take out the Star Condensing Needle for now. The scattered divine character was still revolving around the needle, trying to refine it. Sarlin knew that the divine character was not as powerful as the twelfth level Star Condensing Needle. It was impossible to refine it. The Star Condensing Needle not only contained the astrologer's rule power, but also a huge space inside. It was where the astrologer refined the stars.
Even a magician would need decades to completely refine it. No matter how exquisite the divine character was, it was only for Van Gogh to control. It could not be higher than the tenth level.
Sarlin threw the puppet into the Demon God Ring. The remaining angels were easy to deal with. Van Gogh couldn't possibly have a stronger weapon in his hands, right?
Sarlin thought as he switched to the demonic magic book.
Van Gogh saw another magic book in Sarlin's hand and felt extremely depressed. Why did this magician have more equipment than him? His Divine Puppet had been destroyed, and he … still had the Magic Book!
Van Gogh knew how precious magic books were. They could store spells repeatedly and were almost indestructible. Magic staffs needed constant repair, and scrolls were single-use equipment. There were tens of thousands of magicians on the continent, but one in a thousand might not have such equipment. Among the magicians who owned magic books, less than one percent had a gold magic book.
Not only did the magician in front of him have magic books, but he also had two sets. This gray magic book must have stored ninth-level spells. Otherwise, he would not have used it against him.
Van Gogh took out a huge divine character scroll from his spatial badge and opened it.
Divine light lit up, and a huge teleportation array appeared under Van Gogh's feet. This array had a diameter of six meters, and it teleported Van Gogh out of the cave almost instantly. Van Gogh did not even take the angels he had summoned with him.
Sarlin was stunned. He did not expect Van Gogh to have such a powerful scroll. Even if he did, why did Van Gogh leave before the battle had even begun?
Boom!
In the lava lake, the two snake heads rushed out again. Lava splashed and shot hundreds of meters away, but Sarlin's Shield of Darkness blocked it. At this time, the two snake heads in the lava lake revealed their true bodies. The thick snake body scuttled to the ground, and Sarlin saw that it was a huge two-headed snake.
Two snake heads on the body of a single snake.
Two-headed flaming snake! Although Sarlin was mentally strong, he still took half a step back. He let the Ancient Warriors move forward and released the orange knights. The orange knights' attacks might not be able to harm the flaming snake, but they were relatively easy to defend against, especially the leader of the orange knights.
The flaming snake was a tenth-level elemental creature, and the two-headed flaming snake was a mutated creature. Who knew what level it was?
Van Gogh escaped not because of Sarlin, but because he had been attacked from both sides. He had already felt the power of the flaming snake from the angels. Van Gogh was not a warrior, even though he was more terrifying than most golden sword saints when using the Spear of Order. Having lost the Spear of Order, he would be courting death if he continued to fight the two-headed flaming snake.
Sarlin blocked the cave entrance, and Van Gogh was unable to deal with attacks from both sides. Thus, even though he had lost two of his most important pieces of equipment, he still escaped.
In the southern sea of the Tanggulas Empire, there was a huge island. From the outside, this island was covered by thick black fog all year round, making it impossible to see the entire island. Occasionally, ships would come in and out, but they were all small boats made of pure metal. The sea was covered with submerged reefs, and some strange magical beasts wandered nearby. These magical beasts were not in their right mind, and were all controlled by the people on the island, becoming the island's barrier.
This was the Dark Prison of the Inquisition. There were hundreds of islands, and this largest island was the main body of the Dark Prison.
In the center of the island, there was a tall stone house. Holy light lit up, and Van Gogh's figure appeared in the transmission array. Outside the stone house, the prison guards were alarmed. This stone house was a rarely used transmission array. Only the most important people in the Inquisition could use this thing.
Seeing Van Gogh walk out of the stone house with an ashen face, the prison guards tactfully scattered, hiding far away.
Although Van Gogh was one of the more gentle people in the Dark Prison, the prison guards did not want to get on his bad side. The so-called gentleness was in comparison to others. For Van Gogh to be able to reach the top, he was definitely vicious and merciless.
Van Gogh walked out of the stone house, and for a moment, he did not know where to go. Should he meet the people left behind by the Chief Inquisitor, or should he meet the Warden first? After hesitating for a moment, Van Gogh flew into the air, heading straight for the southern part of the island.
After flying for more than an hour, Van Gogh finally landed. He did not change out of his silver armor, as if he could only feel safe with this armor on. The battle just now was too thrilling, and he was unable to withdraw from the tense state of battle for a moment.
"Van Gogh..." A faint voice penetrated Van Gogh's armor, directly into his mind.
"Teacher!" Van Gogh turned and looked at a courtyard on his left. Above this courtyard, there was a huge crystal suspended. There were hundreds of flowing divine characters in the crystal, releasing a gentle light that illuminated the courtyard.
"You suffered a loss? Come to me, "the faint voice continued.
"Yes." Van Gogh respectfully walked to the front of the courtyard, pushed the door open, and entered. Flowers and plants were also planted in the courtyard. These delicate flowers and plants were rare on the Black Prison Island. If not for the floating crystal above the courtyard, they would have long withered.
Van Gogh arrived in front of a two-story stone house, took off the silver armor on his body, and then knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Van Gogh pushed the door open and entered. The room was very large, and on the ground in the middle, there was a bronze furnace. This furnace was also divided into six sides, and each side had an opening to throw in materials. Different from the magic furnace, this metal furnace shone with holy light, like a white flame.
Beside the furnace sat an old man wearing a black robe, leaning against the back of a chair, staring at the holy light in the furnace, and constantly inserting golden divine characters into it. After the golden divine characters entered the furnace, they turned white, and then fused with a piece of equipment in the furnace.
Van Gogh thought for a moment, and said, "Teacher, I lost the Spear of Order."
The old man's eyelids trembled, and he sighed, "Is it that serious? It seems that I have to personally accompany you to see the Warden."
"The Warden, he..."
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