The masked man couldn't help but swear, his tone was filled with sadness and anger.

In a sense, they are also brothers who live and die together, and they have much support along the way.

If we talk about the friendship between life and death, it will definitely be a little short of it, but the trust between the two is absolutely sufficient.

After all, they were not really out of danger and knew that if they escaped alone, they would definitely not end up in a good way.

So, it is unlikely that the two of them will have problems before they can truly gain safety.

Therefore, Isaac, who had served as a senior executive in the empire and was well-informed, became the one who provided information among the two.

Whether it is the information about the Ministry of Justice who pursued them, the information about the pursuers they might meet, and the magic tools they might use, the means they might take...

These are the focus of the two people's discussion.

After all, know yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Although there is no such a saying in another world, it also has similar meanings.

The reason why the two of them were able to escape safely and escaped during several encirclements was because they did this.

However, this time, they seemed to have fallen.

"Before I was guilty, this magic tool was still in the research and development stage. Even if the test items were not developed, how could I know I would encounter this?"

"But don't worry, this thing should be a trial work, and it has not achieved the effect of completely forbidden demons."

Isaac's tone was still plain, but the masked man could hear the uneasiness below him.

However, Isaac's words did not play the role they deserved, and the masked man was not relieved by the other party's comfort.

After all, although it has not reached the full state, it is not good as the current situation.

Magic is the search for possibilities in the impossible, the discovery of hope in despair. It is the product of soul awakening and spiritual sublimation, and it is also the concrete manifestation of the extension of vitality.

In that sense, it is an extremely precious existence.

Usually, silver-level casters will mobilize magical particles in the void through magic power, and use tens of thousands to make their spells more powerful.

This is also the reason why the silver-level spell caster can be called a human-shaped heavy artillery.

But here, in this forbidden demon realm.

The originally lively magical particles in the air seemed to be frozen at this moment and became stagnant.

The originally empty space seemed to be filled with slowly mercury, extremely heavy.

The strength of the Mask Man and Isaac went directly to the 30th and 4th.

It’s not that they cannot cast spells at this time, but that they will probably not be able to cast spells by relying solely on the magic power in their bodies. It will probably not take long to run out of ammunition and food.

Moreover, the effect of the Forbidden Demon Realm is also enhanced with the reduction of the light curtain prison.

The Masked Man and Isaac kept simulating the next situation in their minds, and he found helplessly that if they could not break the current deadlock, when the Light Curtain Prison squeezed the two into a cube, the magic power in their bodies would not be able to operate.

By then, it would be really powerless to turn things around.

However, since there is still a chance, they will not surrender.

In the temporary communication channel constructed through communication technology, Isaac and the masked man communicated extremely quickly and reached the final decision.

...

Far from the north of the imperial capital, far from Gria City, in the study room of an ancient mansion covering an area of ​​huge areas, an old blue-eyed man sat there quietly, as if he was leisurely reading ancient books.

Misty water vapor floated up from the black tea placed on the desk, adding a bit of warmth to the study.

"Did those sent out find the whereabouts of that thing?"

The old man with blue eyes lowered his head and asked as if he was talking to himself.

It seemed that another sound suddenly came from the study room where there was only one person, which made people feel a little terrifying.

But the old blue-eyed Alec was not panicked by this, and was still calm and listened to the other party's answer.

"Sir, not."

"The ten people sent to the Dwarf Magic Battleship were killed before they logged in, and they could not sense the internal situation there."

"The dead soldier sent to Bet's mansion has also lost contact, but his breath of life has not yet been extinguished and he is suspected of being arrested."

Alec did not look up, and took a sip of tea leisurely and said in a plain tone.

"Then keep sending people. That thing is about whether we can gain enough benefits, get the first move, and whether we can dominate the next big era."

"But this time, we have to change our approach." Alec slowly raised his head, his eyes deep, as if he was looking at the distant northern border.
Chapter completed!