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Marshall couldn't help but shudder in his heart, and now just thinking of the documents he had read, he could feel the terrifying scene of the end times at that time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The records of the Black Death, between ordinary humans and superpowers, are almost surprisingly consistent. In fact, as early as 2,000 years ago, mankind discovered this ancient and violent plague, but the real outbreak, almost to the extent that it would destroy the whole of Europe, was in the Middle Ages.

Ordinary people only think that the Black Death disappeared in the later stages, suddenly, and find many reasons for this sudden disappearance. But the real reason, Marshall, the vice president of the native Star Academy, is very clear.

"Because the source of the Black Death, the Black Death Demon Venerable, was desperately eliminated by the demigod-level Pope of the Holy See of Light. ”

Black Death Venerable!

That's a demon among European superpowers, especially among some old superpower organizations, just mentioning this name can make people tremble!

At this time, he Marshall, the purpose of entering this forest, and the object of his meeting, were related to this demon who was forbidden even to accidentally pronounce it.

"Click, click. ”

As Marshall went deeper, the sound of empty footsteps was particularly striking in the woodland.

Before you know it, the night has become thicker, and a thick fog has risen around you like a living thing. At this time, Marshall also reached the destination of the trip after crossing the last row of trees.

A town ruins with only scars and broken walls, or rather, a mass grave with nothing but life.

"Quack!"

A breathtaking crow crow suddenly sounded in the night sky.

Marshall's heart tightened with fright, and his body trembled involuntarily. Before I could lift my head, I heard the overwhelming sound of wings flapping.

Under the hazy moonlight, countless red-eyed crows flew into the sky, covering the sky and the moon, covering the entire mass grave.

The crows hissed in the cold night, and Marshall stood below with a numb scalp and a cold hair standing upside down.

The one he was going to meet was here!

"Babbling ......"

Sure enough, after only a few breaths, a series of sharp and piercing, strange laughter like laughter and crying began to come from all directions.

Before the crying and laughter fell, a withered figure wrapped in strips of shroud and a gray cloak began to fall slowly from the crows, standing on a cross tombstone that was diagonally planted on the ground.

This monster that fell from the crows looked very terrifying. Its body was shriveled and craggy, its skin was gray, its nostrils looked like two decaying holes, and most horrifyingly, it had four long, narrow scarlet eyes.

Marshall looked up, just glanced at the other party, and his heart tugged, and fear followed the blood that quickly flowed all over his body.

Banshee, Bessimo!

This terrifying monster is the most heartfelt servant of the Black Death Demon Venerable, who once took the place of the Black Death Demon Venerable, wandering around the European continent, harvesting innocent souls one after another.

Its appearance often represents war, misfortune, and death that cannot be escaped!

"Babbling ......"

The laughter of the mourning banshee seemed to be the cry of countless unjust souls, "Marshall, the faithful servant of His Majesty the Demon Venerable, tell me quickly, is our plan going well?"

"Lord Bessimo, come out, there was a little accident......" Marshall swallowed his saliva and spoke cautiously.

Originally, he was just greedy for more power and wealth, but he never expected that his mind seemed to be being spied on. In the middle of the night, a banshee appeared at his bedside.

The terrifying overwhelming strength made it impossible for him to even move or shout. Moreover, this banshee actually told him that the Black Death Demon Venerable had been reborn, but he needed a right-hand man.

So as long as he Marshall helps, after the matter is completed, not only the Star Academy, but also the whole of Europe will be his. Of course, if you don't say yes, then die.

Under the circumstances, it was clear to him on his toes that he had no chance of refusing, and besides, he really wanted to own the Star Academy and the whole of Europe.

Therefore, Marshall even gave away the fragments of his soul at that time and became the new lackey of the Black Death Lord.

"What do you say?

The banshee's crying and laughter suddenly turned into a piercing scream. Four scarlet eyes, with a strong dead air, stared at Marshall's face. The huge spiritual power is like a big hand, holding him tightly.

"Our dean has asked for help from the Huaxia National Africa Bureau, he, they, have sent, the son of flames, Wang Yan!" Marshall trembled all over, this mourning banshee has thousands of years of accumulation, and her strength may be better than that of Dean Emmons.

"Son of Flames, Wang Yan?" the mourning banshee's pupils shrank, revealing a look of jealousy.

But soon, the fear was fleeting.

"Babble...... The Flame Child is just a budding junior, and he can't do anything bad. ”

The funeral banshee cracked the corners of her mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, "As long as our plan succeeds, the current Bright Holy See is just a tired egg that will be overturned, even if Yan Zun comes, what can it do? Who in this world can compare to the greatness of our Demon Venerable Majesty?!"

"When the time comes, the entire world will belong to the Black Death Venerable, and all those who resist will be killed and destroyed!"

The Banshee screamed coldly, and as its madness surged, a large commotion suddenly erupted around the entire tomb.

Countless gargoyles lurking in the darkness all opened their cold eyes, and thousands of ghouls under the soil broke through the ground and howled at the moon.

The rich aura of death rose to the sky, and the terrifying scene made Marshall tremble. In the face of death, full of despair, he, a living person, seemed insignificant.

"Come, faithful servant. The Banshee snapped at Marshall's sharp claws, her four scarlet eyes shining with an eerie sheen, "Let me teach you how to do it." ”

Marshall walked up to the banshee in a cold sweat and whispered to him.

"Dealing with the Children of Fire and your Dean, all it takes is ......"

The corners of the Banshee's mouth went up, and beside Marshall, there was an eerie whisper.

After only a few short sentences, Marshall's pupils shrank, and a fierce look bloomed on his face.

Now, if you don't do it, you have to do it!

Children of Flame, Dean Emmons, don't blame me for dying.

You brought it all upon yourself!

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The next few days.

Wang Yan spent his time in peace, and under the guidance of Lydia, he visited the facilities of the college and participated in some strange classes.

I have to admit that although the Star Academy has declined now, its foundation is still very strong.

In particular, the library of the Star Academy is really everything, and there are even many records of lost ancient civilizations.

There are also many courses that teach students all kinds of knowledge, from the principles of magic, to potion making, to astrology, etc., and even they have literature classes, math classes, activity classes, and so on.

When the academy prepares its students, it doesn't just cultivate their magical powers.

This alone inspired Wang Yan.

this day.

Wang Yan sat at the back of the classroom, listening to a lesson on potions. Halfway through the lesson, an owl flew onto Lydia's desk and dropped a letter.

Owls send letters, which is a tradition of magicians, although all kinds of communication are now extremely developed. But magicians still like to keep an owl as a magical pet to pass on letters.

Lydia read the letter, hurriedly finished the Potions class, and invited Wang Yan to go to the Tower of the Stars with a slightly heavy face.

Wang Yan vaguely knew that this time the Star Academy invited Saladin to come, mainly for a seal. Wang Yan knew almost nothing about the magic seal, so naturally he would not participate in that project.

All he knew was that Saladin had been busy with that thing these days.

Wang Yan frowned slightly, looking at Lydia's expression, it seemed that the sealing incident had encountered some kind of difficulty.

I don't understand why I asked him to go with Wang Yan, but Wang Yan still gladly agreed.

After all, these days, in the Star Academy, Wang Yan can be regarded as being treated. No matter what facilities I visited, I was not troubled.

Under the leadership of Lydia, Wang Yan went straight to the Tower of the Starry Sky.

At the top of the tower, he met Emmons and the others.

At this time, Emmons and some of the vice-deans, professors, and Saladin were discussing something around a huge seal.

"Lord Dean, I personally think that it is better to strengthen the seal, if you enter the forbidden land to repair the seal, it is too dangerous. A certain professor said with a solemn face.

"What do you know?" Saladin has been studying the seal for the past few days, and he has some dark circles under his eyes, "If you use the external reinforcement scheme, I can guarantee that within three years, the entire seal will be broken." At that time, the entire Starry Sky Academy will be annihilated by the sea of molten fire. ”

Emmons glanced at Wang Yan and Lydia, his beard curled, and he hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Flame Child, how are you doing in the academy these days? ”

Wang Yan touched his nose, he was really flattered.

Ever since he met Dean Emmons, Wang Yan had never been so "cared for" by him, and he could even be seen smiling so much that his forehead wrinkled.

As the saying goes, there must be demons when making abnormalities.

Wang Yan is not a child, of course he knows that Emmons must have something important to ask for on his head, and most of it is still a matter of this seal.

I can't help but wonder how to knock this bamboo pole in my heart.

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(To be continued.) )