Volume 4: The Cataclysm Chapter 110 Treasure
"Bender!"
The group of people in the Dream Temple surrounded by green vines seem to be the only ones who have the ability to resist.
But now they also look very embarrassed.
Marvin could feel that this special vine was constantly sucking his life force, but the process was very, very slow. With his legendary physique, he could probably last for hundreds of years.
But what is more serious is the other forces attached to the vines.
This feeling was just like the one I had encountered the mysterious singing in the suburbs of Holy Light City before.
It was as if there was a huge invisible lock locking their bodies, making it difficult for them to move.
Of course, Marvin still has a way to escape, but the timing is not right now.
"Bender? Why does this name sound familiar? This lich's name is Bender?"
Marvin held his breath and listened carefully to the conversation between the two parties.
I only heard the divine magician shouting:
"The Death Vine cannot kill me, and my true body will be resurrected in the temple. However, your evil deeds here will be known to the great God of Dreams, and he will not forgive you."
"Give us the Grip of Cold Light now. It's still not too late for us to leave!"
The lich sneered: "Of course I know you are immortal. But the resurrected you is not the you of today, right?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you've never died before. After you died once, you truly became a puppet of the gods."
"Do you want to have a taste of that?"
The divine magician's expression immediately turned somewhat ugly.
He looked at the lich angrily: "Why can you open the Wilderness Hall and the Autumn Hunting Ground? Why do these Death Vines obey your command?"
The lich shrugged. "As a viewer, you have too many questions."
"Look, the others are much more obedient than you. I said I am fair and will not treat you differently just because you are the one of the God of Dreams."
"Just surrender. My patience is limited, and the great mentor's patience is even more limited..."
As he spoke of this, the vines that were besieging the divine magician and his group seemed to suddenly go crazy and launched a frantic attack.
Countless sharp spikes shot out, and even though the divine magician himself cast several powerful divine spells as defense, a temple warrior was still caught off guard and was shot through the body!
The scene was simply horrific.
The legendary warriors hanging on the ceiling all gasped.
They had never been so frustrated as they were at that moment.
This palace, like the Autumn Hunting Ground, suppressed their legendary laws, and they fell into an unprecedented struggle.
However, compared to the group of people fighting below, they were treated much better.
At least I wasn't beaten into a sieve by those terrifying vines!
Marvin's expression also turned a little ugly.
He could feel the power of the lich.
His power seemed to be unaffected here, and he could still use the legendary laws freely.
And the Emerald Banshee looked the same.
What on earth are these green vines? The name of the Death Vine looks very ordinary, is there any mystery behind it?
At this moment, the voice of the Winter Assassin rang in his ears:
"The Death Vine is an incarnation of the God of the Wilderness!"
"Legend has it that after the fall of the God of the Wilderness, there are seeds of resurrection hidden. These seeds are buried in these death vines."
"The reason why you were deprived of the Legendary Law is because the Death Vine carries the power of the God of the Wilderness. He has the authority of the ancient laws, so he can easily erase your domain power. In essence, you are like being in the kingdom of a god! Unless you have his permission, the Legendary Domain is basically covered!"
Marvin understood instantly.
Although the God of the Wilderness has not yet resurrected, these Death Vines, as his clones, seem to still have some power.
This kind of power is of a very high level, and has the same authority as the divine law. It is difficult for the legendary law to work under the suppression of this law.
The Lich himself was not affected, perhaps it was because the Vine of Death had given him additional permissions!
"Damn it, he just mentioned the word 'mentor'... Could this guy be the disciple of the God of the Wilderness?"
Marvin suddenly remembered the adventurer team he had joined before entering the snowy mountains. He had heard them talk about similar experiences.
"I'm afraid so."
The Winter Assassin's voice also sounded a little serious: "Your decision just now was correct. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to gain any benefits by fighting head-on."
"That damn witch deceived me again. She clearly said that the God of the Wilderness would not be resurrected."
"But looking at these death vines, the God of the Wilderness's consciousness has begun to revive!"
Marvin's heart was pounding.
This time, he felt that the situation was really bad.
The God of the Wilderness is a famous evil god since ancient times. If he is really resurrected, how many of these legends present can escape?
He silently asked the Winter Assassin to inform Isabel that if there was a chance to escape later, it would be better to escape first.
He knew about Isabel's unique talent. If it weren't for this talent, the Winter Assassin would not have allowed her to enter the Wilderness Hall.
There is very little space that can contain her.
…
"ah!"
The fierce battle below continued, but the Dream Temple group seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.
Under the continuous attack of these ferocious green vines, another temple warrior died.
The divine magician's face turned green.
These are the elites of the Dream Temple in Holy Light City, the real backbone.
Not only did we not see the shadow of the Cold Light Grip during this operation, we also encountered the incarnation of the God of Wilderness. This is completely different from what the oracle said!
He tried to communicate with the god he believed in, but to no avail.
The look in the lich's eyes chilled his heart.
He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die so miserably at the hands of a bunch of creepers.
So the next second, he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Bender!"
"I have a suggestion!"
The lich sneered: "Oh? Tell me about it?"
The divine magician took a deep breath and said, "You don't really want to offend the God of Dreams, do you?"
The lich replied indifferently: "Do you want me to let you go?"
"The Dream Temple owes you a favor for this."
The divine magician looked at the only two remaining temple warriors in front of him, and the equally embarrassed Holy Knight Griffin, and smiled bitterly:
"You win. We give up the Grip of Cold Light. As long as you let us go, the Dream Temple will not pursue you in any way."
The lich's soul fire flickered a few times, and no one knew what he was thinking.
However, the attack of the green vines did slow down.
"Honestly, I'm not afraid of offending the God of Dreams." The moment the lich opened his mouth, the divine magician's heart sank. However, the next second, he suddenly changed his tone:
"But it's better to do less things that offend the gods, right?"
"I can let you leave safely."
"But one of you is the sacrifice chosen by my mentor himself. Her flesh and blood is very tempting... She must stay!"
The divine magician was stunned for a moment: "She? Who?"
The lich pointed his finger at the sweaty Paladin Griffin... ...the little girl behind him!
Griffin's face suddenly changed.
"That little girl. She's different."
The lich chuckled and said, "She has a considerable treasure on her body. Although it is covered by the cursed aura, it cannot escape the sense of smell of the God of the Wilderness."
He raised his withered chin: "She must stay. You can take the rest."
The divine magician glanced at Griffin and decided without hesitation:
"make a deal!"
