"Is it really Hela?" Kilron looked at the staff in his hand incredulously, he didn't urge himself to have any power just now, just relying on the power of the staff itself, he could directly give and absorb life force, such a terrifying power even Kilron, who treasured many artifacts in the royal treasury, had never seen before.

"Hela is Naraku's staff, and its most terrifying power is not simply life force manipulation, but the ability to manipulate necromantic power. After all, Naraku is the god of death, and most of the current necromantic spells are related to his priesthood rules. Rog summoned the mage's hand and threw the overgrown puppy out of the basement. He said: "And this pinnacle spell itself is an extremely strong necromancy summoning technique, with the cooperation of the magic circle and the assistance of the staff, it is not difficult for you to control this pinnacle spell, and Hela, not only can greatly reduce the load of the spell on you, but also its life nourishment ability will also be of great help to you." ”

"Where did you find that?" asked Kilroan.

"From Naraku, after all, this is Naraku's thing, isn't it?" replied Rogge.

"......" Kilron didn't speak, he just stared at Rogge for a long time. And the latter remained indifferent in Kilrohn's suspicious gaze, which made Kilrohn's skepticism lower again.

"If you dare to lie to me, then I will make you pay a heavy price!" Kilron said coldly, "No one can stand against the Stoke Empire, not even a legendary mage. ”

"But a legendary mage can also save an empire, right?" said Rogge, "It doesn't do me any good to deceive you, I need the empire to continue to provide me with the necessary resources to conduct more magical research, and the empire needs my results to save itself." That's it, we're in partnership. ”

Kilron finally relented, and if Rogge had continued to show his loyalty to him in a humble tone, Kilron would have doubted him for his low-minded attitude. Indeed, even a legendary mage cannot compete with a human empire, but he can have an unimaginable impact on an empire.

Kilron slowly walked to the core of the circle, and then looked at Rog with an inquiring gaze, although he could guess what to do, but in this matter that affected the fate of the entire empire, he had to be cautious.

"Adjust Hela to insert the Staff of Death into that groove and infuse it with mana. Rogge said.

Kilron inserted the staff into the tiny groove in the core, then slowly poured mana down the staff into the groove. The magic slowly flowed from the core to each line of the circle, and the originally dim lines emitted a purple light under the infusion of mana, and the cores of several sub-circles were activated by the magic power, and they began to operate on their own. And in Kilron's perception, there are indeed some faint consciousnesses connected to his own spirit, and they actively want to surrender to themselves.

Kilron continued to infuse the magic power, and most of the circle had been charged by Rog with mana crystals. All Kilron's needs to do is activate these circles with his own magic.

But even if it's just activated, it's a big magical burden for the caster. Fortunately, the robe on Kilron's body is also a small artifact-level treasure, which can provide the wearer with a magic booster and a spell power booster, and can also store a spell below level 6 in case of emergency. As an imperial king that has been inherited for thousands of years, even the underwear worn by the old guy has enchanted effects such as soft warmth. With the help of a lot of equipment, Kilron wasn't too difficult to deal with.

Ninety percent of the charge has been carried out, and so far, Kilron feels that everything is in order with the circle. So he decided to activate the circle in one go, and then use this unexpected army of undead to entertain those northern barbarians.

Ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six......

Just when the circle was still three percent unactivated, the mutation suddenly occurred.

When Kilron tried to activate the last sub-circle, the circle that was passively receiving his own magic suddenly turned into a black hole of magic. It began to frantically suck Kilron's mana flow, and the massive loss of mana nearly knocked Kilron unconscious.

But Kilron gritted his teeth and survived, he tried to interrupt the mana transmission to the circle, but the damn circle was like a maggot on the tarsal bones that couldn't get rid of it, so Kilron had to settle down and try to stop his mana loss with his mental power. After slowly controlling the rate of mana drain, Kilron had the time to ask Rogge, "What's going on?"

"Isn't that obvious? I lied to you. Rogge looked at the embarrassed Kilron, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Two chains of pure magic emerged from the circles on either side of the wall, wrapping around Kilron's arms like poisonous snakes, and the chains contracted, slowly lifting Kilron in the air.

Kilron's mind moved, and the sixth-level spell advanced dissolving magic that had been stored in his robe was released. However, this spell, which was supposed to be able to remove most of the magic status, did not have any effect like a mud cow entering the sea.

"Every magic circle here is absolutely solid, and with such low-level spells, it is impossible to break them. Rogge smiled.

"What the hell are you going to do?!" yelled Kilron.

"I want to ......" Rogge's originally handsome and elegant face suddenly became as hideous as a hellish ghost, and he gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Revenge!!"

"Who are you, and who are you going to take revenge on?"

Rogge looked up at Kiel Ron, who was being hoisted, and then showed a sarcastic and sad expression: "Don't you know me so soon......? Dean. ”

Rog's face slowly began to change, and Kilron, who was watching the change in front of him, showed a ghostly frightened expression. The old king's anger at being deceived was gradually replaced by fear at the sight of the man in front of him, and he struggled continuously, and roared out of fear: "Is it you?!impossible!You are dead!How is it possible!?You are dead!You are already dead!!How could it be you??! you should have died a long time ago!!"

Rogge, a handsome and sunny young man with short black hair, said, "That's right, I'm dead, I died more than twenty years ago. I even met Naraku, but ah, Naraku said to me. I have something to ask you for. So, I'm back again. I've crawled back from the abyss of death to ask all of you for what is rightfully mine!"

"Nidhogg, you madman, don't think about it! Even if Naraku turns you into an outsider, what can you do?" Kilron shouted frantically: "Outsider beings can't interfere too much with normal life, your death had nothing to do with me back then, and now that you have killed me, how much strength do you have left to take revenge on others? The punishment of the Origin Rules alone is enough to annihilate you!"

The young man named Nidhogg raised his head and looked at Kilron: "This magic circle is even more powerful than you think, and when it is activated, it is enough to destroy the entire Chino continent!"

"Then you will be ......"

"No, the rules of origin don't punish me. Nidhogg interrupted Kilroun: "You started this circle, so the cause and effect of all this fate is all on you. I'm just constructing a circle and using some lies to trick you into it. ”

"So do you want me to use this circle to help you kill the Malorites? Of course, I ...... Ahh!!hh

Kilron's words were interrupted once more, as Nidhogg used magic to intensify the mana extraction circle, and Kilron's mana began to drain wildly again.

"Hmm, hmph!" Nidhogg spat out two mouthfuls of blood, he had had a direct effect on Kilron, so the Origin Rule immediately lowered the punishment. Nidhogg wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked up at Kilron, with a twisted madness in his eyes: "I don't want your help, I want ...... Your life !!"

The "No !!!" magic circle drained Kielron's magic power but was still not satisfied, it continued to frantically extract all the power of Kielron's life force, mental power, and other powers, and transformed them into the most primitive magic.

Kilron was completely whipped into a dry corpse with a howl of pain, and at this point the final circle was finally fully charged. When the circle lit up, a shadow of Naraku wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe appeared in front of Nidhogg. But Nidhogg knew that this shadow of Naraku was not only a manifestation of Naraku's power, but also that this shadow of Naraku had been infused with Naraku's own divine consciousness!

"The last sacrifice you want to activate the circle, the soul of a high-ranking mage. Nidhogg said as he weakly took two steps back.

The last circle activated by Kilron will drain all of the activator's power at all costs, and upon completion of the activation, summon the shadow of Naraku to complete the final sacrifice of the circle. In other words, Kilron activated a magic circle that would absorb his own magic power, and it was this magic circle that he activated himself that sacrificed his soul.

If it weren't for the intensification of the circle, he wouldn't have suffered too much backlash. But Nidhogg didn't want to wait, he had been planning for more than ten years for today, and he didn't want to wait for a second.

"All the people who turned their backs on me, I'm back. Nidhogg muttered to himself.

Poof! In the woods of the Stoke Academy of Magic, a rotting hand suddenly protruded from the ground covered with fallen leaves, followed by a head, and a walking corpse with rotten eyes slowly crawled out of the ground. It shook off the dirt from its body, and then looked elsewhere in the land.

After a brief silence.

Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!