This wizard only wants to take students.

Chapter 256 Recovery
Lucian was quite familiar with this scent; he had taken a quick look at it when he was identifying the quill.

However, compared to the calm and even somewhat dead feeling in the previous sleeping state, the breath that descended now also seemed a bit lifeless, but there was also madness in the deathly state, like the instinctive desire of a wild beast for its prey.

If this breath were to be "dubbed", this would probably be what it means.

Hungry, hungry!
However, the food that this simple consciousness is looking for are those beings that can be called "gods"!

Therefore, the first moment it descended, it locked its target on the goblin priest who exuded the "tempting aroma". It even temporarily ignored the question of why the other party had sneaked in, which should have been the question it should have thought about.

As for Lucian?
In the eyes of this great master, Lucian is not even a "small fry".

After all, the subconscious of the master deep in the dream layer is still asleep. The breath that descended at this time is more from some means arranged before he fell asleep. The will contained in it is extremely weak, and it is more from an instinct of the body.

After all, if He wants to recover and revive from the endless sleep, He needs to "eat" and replenish the missing part of His "divinity" to make Him complete again.

Driven by this instinct, the great master showed an extreme desire to consume divinity. The moment his breath descended, invisible and thick chains shot out from the void. These chains carried a noble breath of rules, and the moment they collided with the gray-white breath released by the goblin priest Abu, they directly dispersed the latter.

It was like using a sword to chop tofu, or like strong sunlight easily penetrating thin clouds. The qualitative difference between the two made the outcome of this clash of rules decided before it really began.

With the interweaving of these chains of rules, the distorted forces released by the goblin priests collapsed and were defeated in the first place.

hum-

The altar tower standing not far away seemed to sense the crisis, and the gray eye on its top suddenly opened. The vortex inside the eye seemed to contain a vast gray nebula, from which came a sense of horror that was equally magnificent, but slightly eerie.

However, this consciousness collapsed the moment it noticed the situation here, and completely cut off its connection with this side.

After the connection with the Mother of Chaos was cut off, the eye above the altar tower completely lost its "soul" and became dim and lifeless. At the same time, the entire crooked altar tower lost its support and energy supply in an instant, and began to collapse from the inside out.

The chain of order swept past quickly, sweeping away some special gray-white crystal blocks left after the collapse of the altar tower.

"Two-legged hairy monster, that eye! Take that eye!" Count Sanasis' voice sounded at this time, with a hint of urging in his voice. "Hehehe, I thought you were lucky to get a little bit of dregs, but I didn't expect... you would be lucky enough to pick up a grain of rice. Hahaha, I have to say, fools are lucky!"

Lucian glanced at the paper judge and then rushed quickly towards the direction of the eye.

At this time, the paper judge was indeed unable to take care of himself.

Because the golden scale he took out, although not truly divine, had certain corresponding characteristics. In the subconscious of the dream master, it was food that could replenish his needs. Although the quantity was not large and the quality was not very good, in such a difficult situation, it was impossible for him not to use the bean buns as dry food.

It is also for this reason that, although he is not given special care, there are still several chains condensed from the rules of order trying to capture him and the golden scale he holds.

"Get out of here!" The indifference on the judge's paper figure's face had disappeared, replaced by a hint of arrogance. Its flat body kept punching the chains around it. A faint breath of rules repelled these chains, and through the rotation of the golden scale, it tried to weigh these chains of order.

But unfortunately, if you want to weigh something, there are requirements for the scale.

The moment the paper judge tried to weigh these chains of order, a slight deformation occurred on its golden scale bar.

clack clack...

With a slight sound, a tiny crack appeared on the golden scale rod in front of the shocked and angry eyes of the paper judge, and the crack was rapidly growing larger and deeper at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Obviously, these chains of order themselves are far beyond the capacity of the golden scale to weigh.

"No!" The judge's eyes were red with anger. After he cried out in grief, his entire body disintegrated on its own initiative. After losing the paper man as a "medium", the secret space where the scale was located also quickly separated from the normal space, hoping to avoid the attacks and plunders of the rule chains in the future.

However, these "little tricks" seem pale and powerless in the face of the chain of rules.

Several chains of rules were like nimbly swimming pythons, directly binding the entire secret space. Almost at the same time when the paper judge self-destructed, they bound up the entire secret space, using themselves as "anchor points" to firmly fix the secret space with the golden scale, leaving no chance for the other party to escape.

Afterwards, the chains worked together to "tighten" the hidden space, like a group of old fishermen working in harmony, and slowly began to pull the "net" back onto the boat.

As for the fish in the net? There is no possibility of escape.

“Wizard!” At this time, the goblin priest Abu roared at Lucian.

If the judge only lost the divinity that he had worked so hard to accumulate, and at least saved his life, then the goblin Abu really felt the crisis of death at this moment.

Hunted by those chains of order, he felt like a fat deer trapped in a grove by a group of hunters. Death seemed to be a certainty. The only difference was who killed him and how he died.

Although He never gave up hope of escape, and even dispersed and abandoned His original body, transforming into dozens of emotional lives that could walk in ordinary life consciousness, these little tricks seemed a little pale in front of those chains of order.

puff!

A chain pierced directly through the chest of one of the clones!
(End of this chapter)