The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Hearing this, Dorai knew that the two families had been fighting for many years, so he nodded, and then slowly said, "The power in this clone is insufficient. It's just an ordinary clone. Wait ten minutes, and I'll transfer the Xuan Corpse Worm clone over."

This clone is a clone composed of a part of the holy beetle. It only has a shell and no power. In the imperial capital, it is only for the convenience of reading, and it does not actually have much power.

Everyone glanced at him without speaking.

Everyone has clones, but there really aren't any that are so powerful.

After discussing it, Dorai understood some of the situation, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The Glory Empire, one against two, actually relied on that set of fusion energy devices to defeat the opponent, and is now advancing into the opponent's empire. The expansion of the empire's territory has nothing to do with him, but he feels inexplicably happy.

The Light Empire had caused trouble for him before, but now they failed to attack and were beaten back instead. He inexplicably felt very festive, so he immediately agreed.

The Light Empire will definitely dispatch high-level forces. It is only natural for him and others to go and support them. Dispatching two Sub-Ninth Ranks is almost unprecedented in the history of the Glory Empire.

Dispatching six Ninth Ranks in one go is quite rare for an empire. Dorai doesn't know if the empire has more Ninth Ranks, but this is definitely a major event.

The people are also very enthusiastic about resisting the two great empires, after all, this represents military merit, represents a title, and represents future status, but the battlefield is tragic, and whether they can return is another matter.

The imperial capital is rarely peaceful, and several families are not causing trouble, which makes the imperial royal family very gratified.

Seizing credit and seizing military merit have become the theme of the empire's nobles. Even many Sixth and Seventh Ranks are not in the imperial capital at this time, but have gone to the front line, especially those young people, who are the main group for seizing credit.

Ten minutes later, the Xuan Corpse Worm clone came to the outside of the imperial capital, joined Stanley and Comps, and headed towards the southeast, while the other three went towards the southwest and quickly disappeared into the sky.

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"Damn it, let me out! Mental pollution! I am the god of mental pollution! You are actually using this to deal with me. You deserve to die!"

In the narrow space, the Evil God was furious, but had to separate a certain amount of mental power to deal with this mental pollution.

If it were normal mental pollution, fragments of evil power, he would directly absorb it, and it would instead become his own power. However, the mental pollution released by Dorai is similar to the miscellaneous thoughts of prayer from the church. Absorbing it will affect the purity of the Evil God's mental power. He is just a clone and does not have a godhead, so he cannot transform these miscellaneous thoughts. Once polluted, he can only get rid of them.

The miscellaneous thoughts used by Dorai are very interesting, containing light faith, dark faith, and other messy faiths. In short, they do not provide orthodox mental pollution.

There is no killing, darkness, evil, or filth. They are all various murmurs of prayer.

This thing is nothing in itself, just like the wind in your ears, but with mental power, it is not the same thing. It will drill into the Evil God's mental willpower and wear away his original mental power.

However, this kind of attrition is not ideal. Dorai observed it for about a month, and it only wore away less than one percent.

According to the current situation, he needs to wear down the opponent to one-tenth of its current state before he is confident of devouring it.

This will take several years, so he is not in a hurry.

During this period, he can also capture other Evil Gods. The seeds have already been planted, and he is just waiting for the enemy to take the bait.

He actually wants to catch the Light Envoy and the Dark Envoy, but that would easily be chased by the entire church. Maybe an angel will descend, so forget it.

Envoys and angels are two different things. Envoys are slightly more powerful creatures, but angels represent a part of the True God's broken godhead, and their power is unparalleled. Although this world does not allow angels to descend, if they really forcibly descend, it will be very terrifying and invincible.

No matter how the Evil God clone cursed or tossed, Dorai just had two words for it: ignore it, let him toss.

The border between the Glory Wizard Alliance and the Light Church.

The fortresses of both sides are not in good condition. The intermediate zone is filled with smoke, and the earth is like a ruin. The ground has been shaved off a thick layer.

On the dark brown ground, there are still remnants of limbs and broken arms, fragments of various weapons, and burning wood chips, as if showing the world the tragedy here.

The earth is collapsing and full of devastation. This is the true portrayal of the fortresses of both sides.

When Dorai flew over, he glanced at it and felt that the resentment and death were particularly heavy here. Some evil wizards would definitely get twice the result with half the effort if they practiced here.

The fortress of the Glory Wizard Alliance is still a little better, but the dark fortress in the distance has been punched with a big hole. The army on the Glory Empire side has crossed the middle and is approaching the city on the opposite side. What is most amazing is the Glory Wizard Alliance's mage group, which is now driving nearly twenty wizard towers above Level Five, suspended in mid-air, confronting the Light Judgment Force of the Light Empire on the opposite side.

Dorai felt the power of the energy aggregation wizard array on these twenty-odd wizard towers, which meant that each wizard tower had a wizard energy source close to the Ninth Rank, making it almost impossible for the energy to be cut off.

The Light Church will definitely be defeated this time.

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Dorai and the others did not go to the fortress, but floated in the sky far away from the fortress, coldly looking at the opposite side.

In the Light Church, there are four Ninth Ranks, who seem to be waiting in full battle array.

Dorai glanced at the distance, and then gently asked, "Eighth Rank and above do not take action. This is the usual practice. What are their Ninth Ranks doing here? Do they want to take action?"

Comps smiled triumphantly, "They are anxious, afraid that we will attack their empire. Once the fortress is broken, it is very likely that they will not be able to help but take action."

Although Stanley and Dorai were not meeting for the first time, they did not have any extra cooperative relationship with Dorai, and did not understand the other party. At this time, he cautiously said, "The fortress is the bottom line. It is estimated that they will not be able to help it, but as long as we are here, they will not take action. If they take action, Wizard Dorai, we will have to take action. At that time, I hope you can…"

Dorai glanced at Stanley, then at Comps, and then nodded, saying, "Yes." He then looked at Comps, and then raised his eyebrows, "Sir Comps, you have made progress recently? Your strength has improved a little?"

Comps was a little embarrassed. When Dorai was at the Eighth Rank, he looked down on Dorai a little. Now, Dorai is at the peak of the Ninth Rank, Sub-Ninth Rank, and he almost doesn't even have the qualifications to talk.

At this time, he sighed a little and said, "What is my little progress compared to Wizard Dorai? Now the empire has to rely on you."

He immediately put down his posture.

Dorai didn't mean to beat him, just asked casually. In the wizarding world, strength speaks. He has this strength, so he can look down on the heroes. In fact, sometimes, looking at their nodding and bowing, he feels quite uncomfortable.

What he needs are people who can talk on equal terms, not a bunch of flatterers.

Stanley looked at the two of them, not knowing what dumb riddles these two were talking about. He looked ahead and said, "Tomorrow is the last date for the attack. The eight legions of the Southeast Military Region, together with the twelve brigades of the Glory Wizard Alliance, will attack the opponent's fortress together. It will probably be breached within a day. By then…"