The pain in my head is like an unbroken wave, one after the other. Vincent felt a thousand

  pounds of heavy stone pressing against his forehead. Little by little, his clear thoughts are

  being squeezed out of his skull. The darkness was all around him.

  It had been a long time since Vincent had an eye for insight that he had experienced total

  darkness. Once in the dark night loneliness, hesitation and panic gradually attacked his mind,

  Vincent hugged his body, and tried to concentrate his mind to retain the last bit of reason.

  Suddenly, the darkness was dispelled and the light shone on the master's body again. Bathed

  in the warm sunlight, Vincent looked at his surroundings in surprise.

  The blue sky was filled with white clouds, the soft grass under his feet was still dripping with

  water, and the air was still filled with the fragrance of the morning earth.

  But Vincent clearly remembered that the last time he came to this world, he was almost

  burned to death by a fire that was lit. He reached out his hand and performed the simplest

  of feats of light.

  A bright light appeared from his fingertips, reassuring the mage. As long as he does not lose

  his ability to use spells, as he did last time, Vincent is confident that he can cope with most

  situations.

  From the other side of the hill came a regular shout, and the ground shook rhythmically

  beneath him. It was as if an army were marching there.

  Vincent climbed up the hill and bent down quickly in the tall grass. On the other side of the

  hill was an army made up entirely of snake men. They were practicing.

  The Master had never seen such a large army assembled together. It was as dark as a dark

  cloud. No fewer than twenty thousand serpents were gathered in the small col in front of him

  alone.

  They were armed to the teeth, and all wore armor woven with thin rings. This armor was good

  protection against arrows, and with its natural scales against swords, it was enough protection

  for any army. The Snake-men used their lower bodies to crawl along the ground, eliminating

  the need for armor on their legs, but both made them huge weapons. Each of them carried

  four war spears, which they could throw or raise to protect their horsemen, and in their hands

  they held huge machetes whose white blades reflected in a mirror the terrors of their upsidedown triangular faces. With such huge knives and the fearsome natural power of these

  creatures, Vincent believed that no other army in the human world could meet its slashes

  head-on.

  The serpents were marching in neat squares across the grass at the same speed, never in

  disarray. The leader swung his machete to his side, and the whole group turned at once, still

  in a criss-cross formation. Vincent could not help but admire the level of training of this team.

  It was able to restrain the naturally unruly snake people and form a powerful army. How much

  effort had it taken? The Serpents themselves were one of the powerful ancient races, the

  masters of men, elves and dwarves who had once ruled the land of Blasares. As the other

  races mastered magic, they gradually declined and were reduced to mere inhabitants. What

  do the snake people want here now?

  Vincent had once confronted these snake men in underground caves, and had it not been for

  the powerful explosive power of his lightning magic, the mage would have been helpless

  against them. Both in terms of melee and magic resistance, this evolved snake man has been

  close to the level of subdragon. Coupled with such a large number, Vincent shudder to think

  of the damage this army could do to an entire continent.

  "Hopefully this group of snake people won't go after Blasares." Vincent said to himself.

  Black clouds suddenly covered Vincent's head, which was in sharp contrast to the bright

  sunshine the Master had brought before. The mage's heart was startled, and he suddenly

  looked back. The guy who was wrapped in the black fog last time was slowly floating up.

  Being threatened by him once with fire is enough, and this time the mage is not defenseless.

  Vincent stands up with a lightning spear in his right hand and a silver orb of energy suspended

  above the palm of his left. Unsure of the true strength of his opponent, Vincent decided to

  be on his guard.

  The man in black stopped and quietly watched the Wizard's movements. His whole body

  shuddered, and the black cloud disappeared, revealing its true face.

  It was a white-skinned human being, with rare black hair that fell over his shoulders, a kind

  smile on his face, and a white robe with large sleeves of some unknown material that could

  reflect some sunlight.

  "Human mage, I mean no harm," he said. He held out his arms in front of him, palms up, to

  show that he was unarmed: "Who are you, mage? Why have you come to my territory?"

  Vincent looked at the man in front of him. As he spoke, thousands of Serpentine soldiers

  surrounded the hillside. The mage took stock of the situation, put away his lightning spell,

  and momentarily dissipated the orb. "My name is Wizd. Who are you? What is this place?"

  "Mr. Wedzder, you are welcome to be a guest in my space, where you will receive the warmest

  reception." The man came up and stood in front of Vincent, bowing slightly: "Please don't be

  frightened by these little snakes, they are actually very obedient and lovely. Oh, it is impolite

  not to introduce yourself by name. I have lost my courtesy just now, I beg your forgiveness.

  My name is rather difficult to pronounce with the human tongue, but if you don't mind, you

  can call me Da Zei. Welcome to this space."

  "Space? What are you talking about? B: I don't quite follow you, Mr. Tachen. Would you please

  explain it to me in detail?"

  "That is nature, distinguished guest. But standing on this hillside is no place to talk, so come

  with me, and trust that my servants have prepared the most splendid feast and the most

  comfortable seats."

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  Vincent followed Dafeng and passed through the formation of the Serpentine army, flanked

  by scaly creatures more than two meters high, their yellow eyes and slender, vertical pupils

  fixed on the human mage before them. The machetes in their hands moved gently, and the

  continuous noise of the snake's message threatened and challenged Vincent.

  The Master felt an oppressive force, a horrible pressure expressed in numbers. Faced with any

  Snake man alone, Vincent would have been sure to win, but faced with an army of Snake men

  across the mountains, he would have been crushed to death before he could use his spell.

  Tazei, who was in front of Vincent, was unconcerned about Vincent's situation and allowed

  his men to threaten and provoke the Master. Although he did not look back and his face did

  not show any special expression, Vincent believed that he was laughing secretly in his heart.

  The Wizard then used his eyes of insight, and for a moment there was nothing but a pure

  black void in his eye socket, a faint whirl swirling where his eye had been. At the same time,

  a dance of light was released onto his own eye, and a flash of changing color appeared at the

  center of the black vortex.

  The serpents who saw this took a step back, clenched their weapons, and the serpents moved

  more rapidly in and out of their mouths -- they felt threatened.

  Ordinary mages would not dare to do this, and casting glowing spells on their own eyes would

  only cause them to become blind. But with an insight, Vincent is no longer afraid of all kinds

  of bright lights, and the brightness of the dance light has no effect on him.

  "Here it is, here it is." Dacheng pointed to a palace in front of her and led Vincent inside.

  It was a castle, built on a stone platform more than five meters high. It was divided into seven

  levels. The higher the tower, the smaller the level. At each level the tower was opened with

  many Windows, either for observation or as holes for shooting arrows. The sides of the tower

  jut out and at the very edge rise up into the air, and the green roof is very vivid against the

  blue sky.

  The interior of the castle was covered with wooden floors, and many of the serpents swam

  noiselessly over the polished surface. Unlike the army outside, the serpents here were mostly

  female, and their thin clothes covered their faces just enough to hide the scales, but they

  showed off the natural beauty of the serpents, and a strange aroma hung over the castle.

  Vincent smelled it and recognized that there was a special extract in it that could stimulate

  the passion of living things. He imposed a "mental barrier" on himself to block out all spiritual

  influences.

  Tachi led the master to a large room, where low tables were arranged in two rows, and there

  were no chairs but plenty of soft cushions. Dacheng and Vincent sat behind two tables

  opposite each other.

  Not long after, several girls brought small white bowls, in which fragrant hot tea had already

  been brewed.

  Dacheng motioned for Vincent to drink the tea, and then waved all the maids back.

  Vincent took a sip of his tea. He was not used to this kind of tea without any sugar, milk or

  red wine. He stole a glance at the women walking backwards away. From beneath the veils

  that wrapped their faces, the heads of small snakes appeared.

  "Medusa!" he cried. Vincent could not help feeling frightened. To attract such a powerful

  creature as a maid, how powerful was the man called Da Zei on the other side? And for what

  did he have this power?

  "You are welcome once more to my castle, and do not consider yourself a stranger, but make

  yourself at home here. Everything is at home. ' Dacheng said with a smile.

  "The last time I was here, you almost burned me to death." Vincent puts down his teacup and

  looks up and down at the guy opposite him. "I don't dare suffer like that again."

  "Ha ha, I see. I'm really sorry." Dacheng claps her hands as two young girls come in. He said:

  'I thought it was some kind of attacker, so I struck first. You know, it was just taking shape,

  but there were a lot of guys trying to hit it, so I had to be careful. I feel so sorry for your last

  fright. How do you feel about these ladies being given to you as handmaidens as an apology?"

  'Snake Man again? Vincent did not dare to look around with his penetrating eyes now, for it

  would be terrible if he met Medusa's gaze. Although he still has the talisman that is immune

  to petrification, the sting of being attacked by supernatural forces will not be eliminated.

  "Of course not, these are both beautiful human maidens. How can I offer your guest the

  Serpent Maiden?" Dafzai smiled. "These women have never even touched a man. They are

  absolute virgins..."

  Vincent waved his hand to stop Dacheng: "We masters always like to walk alone, and do not

  have the habit of bringing servants with us, so thank you for your kindness, but I cannot

  accept it."

  "What a pity. I thought you would like it." He clapped his hands again. Two strong Serpents

  came in. "Now that they've seen men, it's no use," he said. "Drag down and see if those beasts

  are hungry."

  'Wait,' said the man. Vincent waved his hand, "It seems that they have never seen a man

  before, but it is good material for magic. I will keep it."

  "That's all right." Dafei waved the samurai away, and the two women cleverly stood behind

  Vincent, but they couldn't stop shivering. Dafzai smiled and said, "Master, how did you come

  to this space?"

  "To be honest, I don't know." Vincent never takes his eyes off the man opposite him. "I just

  closed my eyes and I woke up right here."

  There were several crackles, and the low table in front of him was overturned. He suddenly

  stood up, ignoring the hot tea splattered on his legs, and looked at the master with a surprised

  expression.

  Vincent felt that he was definitely being watched by a giant snake.

  Da Zei pointed at Vincent, and after a while she managed to squeeze out a word: "You..."