"Would you like to give it a try?" The Power of Slaughter beside Khan Yan was also stirred, and in an instant, turned into a skull. But this skull was blood-red, surrounded by countless massive blood droplets.
This silently proclaid his origin; this image was clearly the Holy Emblem of the forr God of Slaughter, Bal.
"rcy of the Buddha!"
A high-pitched chant of Buddha rang out.
A golden, dazzling Buddha statue silhouette, towering at a hundred ters, appeared between the two skulls. The image bore a thirty to forty percent resemblance to the fat Buddha who previously followed Khan Yan, with slightly drooped eyes, exuding an indescribable harmony, able to stand firm amidst the terrifying auras from both sides.
"Peace is precious." The Buddha statue silhouette gently struck each of the two skulls with a palm.
This act of attack was like poking a hornet’s nest; the two skulls automatically reacted, targeting the Buddha statue silhouette with their attack, surging forward.
The Buddha statue silhouette followed the montum, leading the two skulls into the air.
The masters of the two skulls took advantage of the situation, not attempting to control this aura, letting them rise to the sky, forming two beams of light connecting heaven and earth.
Poof!
The Buddha statue silhouette exploded into countless golden lights on the spot.
Crack!
The warhorse under the Red Robe Buddha didn’t even let out a long neigh, directly turning into a pile of flesh.
Poof!
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out from the Red Robe Buddha’s mouth, undeniably essence blood. His face imdiately turned as pale as the vast snow on the prairie.
The disputes between the top secular powerhouses are not easily diated, even a remnant of power could cause serious injury, and such injuries cannot be healed with just a few divine arts but require secret techniques to recover, in Felen’s terms, it directly damages professional level and constitution.
"General Batumihe."
"Great Khan."
"Escort Skambuhe, the National Master, back to rest. Fulfill any needs the National Master might have to the best of your abilities."
"As you command."
Neither Tukan’s vanguard general nor Tukan’s National Master Skambuhe wasted any words, turning around and leaving.
Because they knew that the two sides might be involved in so relatively private dialogue agreents that they didn’t want outsiders to hear.
Indeed.
Just after the two left, black fog and red fog rose up again, but this ti, instead of clashing, they entangled with each other, forming a huge barrier that enveloped the two within it.
Using their own power, they created a power barrier to isolate inside and outside, preventing eavesdropping and prying.
Once the energy barrier was established, Khan Yan jumped off his warhorse, silently sending a signal that he acknowledged Sazass’ strength and considered him worthy of equal dialogue.
A stream of black fog injected into Sazass’ body, and like inflating a balloon, his skin-wrapped bones and flesh again beca full, returning to his previous elderly scholar appearance.
Even though it was well known that his essence was that of a witch and all exposed emotions were a facade, at least it was more personable than the previous cold witch facade, easier to deceive people.
This was Sazass’ favorite tactic in negotiations, even knowing the possibility of the opposite side being duped by such external appearances was minimal, ticulous preparation never hurts.
"Since the Great Khan is not simply here to plunder wealth, I have a better proposition."
"Speak."
"The Great Khan leads his army northward, bypassing the Sunrise Mountain Range, to directly launch an attack on the Laiserman Kingdom from the north. From there, enter Felen, and we will ensure that no forces flank behind Great Khan to launch attacks against yours, and we are willing to open up our magic equipnt inventory to you at market price, selling you Ser’s magic equipnt."
Here, Sazass was typically redirecting trouble eastward, transferring their original attackers towards their arch-enemy Laiserman Kingdom.
For the past half-century, the Kingdom of Ser has mainly had two enemies: one is the Aglarond Kingdom to the west, and the other is the Laiserman Kingdom to the north.
The forr boasts the largest number of Half-Elves on the Felen Continent, who’ve even acquired their own exclusive title, the Aglarond Half-Elves, possessing the best archer corps in the world.
But what truly brought them fa was their current Queen, Symbul, who carries a series of nicknas such as the Storm Queen, one of the Seven Sisters, the Chosen of the Magic Goddess Mistela, the lover of the greatest mage, Irminster, and so on.
Her wild ways, even the Red Robe Mages have to beware of, for if they provoke her fury, she will bring storm and thunder, to kill her way up to Ser Peak single-handedly.
However, her series of sensitive identities also prevent them from inflicting fatal harm on her, for doing so would summon at least half of the top ten archmages of the Felen Continent to her side, marking the true beginning of disaster.
So, even with the power to completely overbear the Aglarond Kingdom, Ser is helpless against them.
The latter, the Laiserman Kingdom boasts the renowned Laiserman Witches and Laiserman Berserkers.
Though nominally ruled by a powerful berserker revered as the Iron King, hidden behind the scenes, the Laiserman Witches choose this Iron King.
These witches possess unique Totem Spirit Magic; on that land, there are abundant Spirit Totems, and on that land, the power of Laiserman Witches far exceeds ordinary spellcasters. They can even suppress other spellcasters to a certain extent through secret techniques. With such disparity in power, engaging in a magical battle against them in the Laiserman Kingdom is a thankless task.
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