A few days later.

At Veran's house, the Muse came to the meeting by appointment.

"This is Mr. Muse Newton, a very young mid-level mage who has joined the Elemental Blade, and it can be said that the future is bright. ”

In front of several spellcasters, Veran enthusiastically introduced the muse, "This is Mr. Dennis Valen, he is a powerful warlock and a master of [gemology], and he is very talented. ”

"This is Miss Antoinette Percy, a researcher in the realm of souls, a wonderful member of our Frontier of Order. ”

Dennis Valen is a man in his forties, with brown hair and blue eyes, a brown complexion, and not very good facial features, but when combined, he can give people a sense of silence and restraint.

Antoinette Percy looked to be a lady of twenty-five or sixteen, with waist-length snow-white hair and blood-red eyes, sickly pale skin, and no expression on her frosty cheeks.

If it weren't for the fact that she could still feel the breath of life in her body, the muse would at first glance mistake it for an undead creature [Banshee].

"Good day, Mr. Dennis Wallen. ”

"Good day, Miss Antoinette Percy. ”

After taking their seats, Muse and the two exchanged pleasantries, keenly aware that they were both observing themselves.

At this time, of course, the muse pretended not to know and started a conversation with them......

"The gems I use to process are all purchased from adventurers who have returned from the Great Wasteland, you know, the elemental energy in the Great Wasteland in the middle of the continent is chaotic and active, and all kinds of strange phenomena occur frequently, and it is easiest to produce high-quality gemstones. ”

"Of course, the quality of the gems produced in the desert is better, but because the desert is so dangerous, it is even called the 'Desert of Death', so it ......"

Unlike the quiet Antoinette, Dennis is a very talkative type, well-educated, humorous and funny, and does not make Muse feel the slightest irritability.

As for the convener of the meeting, Veran Dias, it seemed to be a foil at this time, and most of them remained silent, only saying a word once in a while.

And it wasn't until a pot of fine black tea from Darima, the largest oasis in the East, that Dennis asked, intentionally or unintentionally:

"Mr. Muse, I wonder if you have studied [astrology]?"

"Do you know the [Theory of Constellation]?"

After a moment of thought, the Muse cautiously replied with the knowledge of a sculptor mage, "No, I haven't heard of it. ”

With a smile, Dennis smiled:

"Oh, that's okay, I'll hear it out now. ”

"The Theory of the Movement of the Constellations is a theory put forward by Arnold Taylor, the head of the royal palace mage corps of the kingdom of Seraduran in ancient times. ”

"Throughout the history of the material plane, we can see that there have been countless major events of all kinds, among which the epics and tragedies are simply innumerable. ”

"But there are some historical periods when these events occur particularly frequently, and when they are severe, even the entire material plane is in a catastrophic erosion. ”

After probabilistic statistics, he found that these historical periods appeared and disappeared in a general pattern on the timeline. ”

"Every period of frequent events is roughly 1,500 years apart, and every time a cataclysm that sweeps the entire physical plane comes, the interval is about 20,000 years. ”

"After an in-depth study of [history] and [astrology], Arnold Taylor proposed the conjecture of 'star year' and 'star moon'. ”

"The star year refers to the number of years required to deflect the axis of rotation of the plane of matter, a total of 19800 years, in [astrology], he believes that this is a complete astrological cycle, from the beginning to the end, and the star and moon refers to the number of years that this deflection passes through one of the twelve constellations, and each major month is 1650 years. ”

"When the 'stars and moons' represented by each constellation alternate, there will be all kinds of major events intensively, and according to estimates, we are not many years away from the end of this star and moon......"

Dennis spoke eloquently.

"I see. ”

The muse looked like he had come to an abrupt realization, making Veran's eyes move slightly, who had been paying attention to his performance.

And secretly glanced at Antoinette, and while the muse was questioning, and the attention was attracted, the air behind his head shook slightly, and a faint strange fluctuation spread out, covering the muse.

- "Spiritual erosion"!

In the midst of this strange fluctuation, the muse's eyes suddenly became dark, his expression fell into a dullness, and the whole person lowered his head as if he had lost his mind.

And at this time, Antoinette, who had not said a few words at all from the beginning to the present, was almost like a living corpse, and Antoinette, who had not had a trace of life in her body, raised her head.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth......

At the same time, Veran and Dennis covered their ears in unison.

"Ah!!h

A high-pitched and suppressed scream came out, with a strange power that seized the mind, and even the air was shaken to form ripples that radiated outward.

- "Soul Scream"!

And this scream is obviously aimed at the muse!

Boom!

The muse, with his head down, suddenly raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a pale finger emerged from between the flesh and blood, and then exploded violently into a pale mist with an inexplicable aura.

Hula-

The power of the soul scream clashed with the pale mist, and both of them were annihilated.

In the wisps of pale mist, the muse gradually raised his head, but at this time his state did not seem normal—his eyes were occupied by an eerie pale, and his body under the mage's robe was swollen, as if there were many extra body parts for no reason.

"Who are you?"

"How could it lead to my split incarnation!"

"Strange, I felt something familiar. ”

"Damn, I can't remember!"

"Come out! or I'll ruin everything here!"

At this time, there was a hissing voice in the muse's words, as if he was not speaking, and the tyrannical meaning was overflowing, and the rich negative energy in his hand exploded in an instant, quickly forming a pale ball of energy.

And the three people who were watching Veran, Denis and Antoinette felt a terrifying momentum rushing towards them, and their faces changed greatly.

But the next moment, a gloomy wind blew through for no reason.

Antoinette tilted her head, and behind her, a vague phantus appeared in mid-air, her face unusually old, her phantom-like body seemed to be composed of a thick black mist, and one of her faces full of resentment, fear, and pain was uncertain.

And Veran also trembled and lowered his head, his body trembled like chaff, his face was distorted, and when he raised his head again, his temperament had changed greatly, and his face was densely covered with demon insect patterns like tattoos.

"Carl Keane, have you forgotten the oath we made?"

A shrill female voice came out of the shadow.

At the same time, a thick black mist poured out, outlining an unusually complex pattern in mid-air, as if it were made up of multiple rings of different sizes.