Arrogant Healer God novel Chapter 861

Chapter 861: Chapter 861: The Other Party Must Be a Spell Expert!

At the same moment.

In the Dihena Desert.

This vast desert is close to the Imperial Court of Tribute.

The whole desert is desolate and lonely, without any sign of life.

Yet, deep in this desert, a base is hidden.

This base is built in a massive desert basin.

Many fortresses are constructed inside, with thousands of soldiers stationed within the base.

This base is called "Sand Sea Base" and it’s run by one of Flower Flag Country’s top teams, the Owl Dragon Battle Team.

At this moment.

In a room of one of the fortresses.

A skinny black middle-aged man wearing a gray robe was seated on the bed, his body shimmering with black and gray light.

This middle-aged black man was a gray-robed wizard from the Wizard Alliance Outside the Realm named Calvin Gilen, possessing powerful witchcraft.

In the Wizard Alliance, red-robed wizards are the strongest, considered the Great Priest.

Descending order from there are gray-robed wizards, blue-robed wizards, purple-robed wizards, and black-robed wizards.

Just at this moment.

Calvin violently opened his eyes and spurted a mouthful of blood with a "puff."

He was drenched in cold sweat, gritting his teeth and roaring: "Who?! Who exactly broke my evil spirit witchcraft?!"

Knock, knock, knock.

Just at this moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Calvin said.

The door was pushed open.

A brawny black man in military attire walked in, cursing under his breath.

"FUCK! Mr. Calvin, no need to hold back anymore!

If that Aledmon chooses to be a cup unwilling to be filled, then plant the evil spirits in all other members of the Imperial Court of Tribute!"

This brawny black man was Flete—the commander of the base and Captain of the Tenth Squad of the Owl Dragon Battle Team.

However, when he saw the blood on the ground, he was startled and immediately asked: "Mr. Calvin, what’s wrong?"

With a somber face, Calvin said, "The evil spirit I planted in Salma was killed just now.

More than that, this person didn’t just kill my evil spirit, but also counter-attacked me.

It seems that Aledmon must have sought help from an expert."

"What?!"

Flete couldn’t believe what he heard: "Mr. Calvin, you’re one of the top ten wizards under the Great Priest!

Someone can break your witchcraft?!"

Calvin, squinting, said: "The opponent must be an expert in witchcraft, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to break my spell.

As long as this person is present, no matter how many evil spirits I plant, it will be of no use."

"Damn it!"

Flete clenched his fist and said harshly, "Aledmon was about to give in, but I didn’t expect this to happen at this critical moment!"

Then, he proceeded to ask: "Mr. Calvin, what should we do now?"

Calvin’s cold eyes said, "This person must definitely be in the Imperial Court of Tribute right now, otherwise he could not have possibly broke my witchcraft.

We should immediately send someone to kill him, otherwise, our plan will surely end in failure."

Flete nodded and said: "Alright, I’ll send people to the Imperial Court of Tribute right away to find out who this punk is and then kill him!"

Calvin said, "Mr. Flete, I will also send a group of wizards with your people!

This punk dares to hurt me, I’ll make sure he dies a cruel death!"

Flete let out a hearty laugh and said: "With Mr. Calvin’s wizards helping us, no matter who that punk is, he is bound to die!"

...

At this moment.

At The Imperial Court of Tribute.

In a room on the third floor of the royal palace.

When all the silver needles had stopped trembling.

Lionel Yeager waved his right hand and took back all nine silver needles.

Aledmon handed the card over to Lionel, saying, "Mr. Yeager, this is a gold card of our royal family, usually held solely by our family members! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

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