The morning sun sprinkled the coniferous forest, the green exuded was refreshing, the broad-leaved plants were almost withered, and a few wisps of snow still stopped at the tips.

The young man walked along the tree-lined path, the wind blew through the school uniform belonging to the Gaia Academy of Soil on his body, his face was clear, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyebrows and eyes that could make people feel like a spring breeze. Different from Mu En's relatively soft face, his face has a more manly demeanor, his light brown hair is embellished with bright colors that belong to a teenager, and he seems to have already understood where his target is while wandering through the jungle.

He was different from ordinary people, and he had a strange seven toes on the toes of his left foot, which made him always wear off his shins. As long as he walked too much and his boots were not good and soft, he would grind out blisters and blood, but he always faced everyone with that soft and warm smile.

He stood outside the village and greeted the village chief as if they had known each other, and he walked across the stream and picked up a handful of water to feel the sweetness and freshness of nature.

He is so peaceful, like a nobleman who stands beside the goddess on an oil canvas and is deeply in love with the goddess, and a troubadour who hugs his neck and laughs beside the white deer.

He wandered through the forest for seven days as if he were walking, and every inch of dirt affectionately called his name.

"My name is Abel and I'm from Gaia Academy. ”

That's how he always introduces himself.

After the elf old man woke up from a hangover, he picked up the silver coin and thought for a moment.

It was a fine silver coin with an intricate symbol on it, and it was extraordinarily magnificent. But he knows what the symbol above represents.

As the sun was about to turn into noon, the three of them came to the final corridor. The final corridor no longer needs to be carved out by itself, but is a wide and magnificent path that truly has the meaning of a temple.

Behind him was the stone wall, and the stone walls on both sides did not know where to lead, and Ansher tried to sense it by the wind, but to no avail.

Shinto was still pitch black, and not even the slightest glimmer of light from the Yellow Spring could be seen from here, but the three of them knew that this pure black environment was not simple, and at the extreme height, the distorted statues and strange symbols would make people feel awe and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

It wasn't that they didn't want to go directly to the Yellow Spring, but because the ghost couldn't get close to it, and according to Han's telling the crowd, if they dared to do so, they would be harvested by the dementor's scythe.

But there is also good news, because the Dementor has used too much force to suppress the Huangquan Golem, and its shadow cannot appear too far away from his body, otherwise there is a risk that the mind control will be below the critical point of the control barrier.

Ansher closed his eyes and smiled slightly, now he wouldn't believe such nonsense at all, fighting in the field, everything has to be calculated according to the worst-case scenario, so even the ghost told the three of them that his sister's body was hanging and dried as a means of restraining him, Ansher ignored it.

The worst case would never be what Ansher had told the other two before, but the space mage was known for his strong life-saving ability, and he wasn't too worried. Jock was also the governor of the arbiter, believing that he could judge the truth of what he was withholding.

At the end of the corridor, the two looked at each other for a moment, and at the same time hooked a trace of arc from the corner of their mouths, looking handsome and confident.

"Actually, you can see the person you're looking for here. Under the subtle feeling between the ghost and the dementor, he could know that the dementor was still standing with his back to the crowd, and he even seemed a little majestic.

So he wanted to buy a little time for the thing that seemed to have devoured an unknown number of souls, and his intelligence was not too high.

Ansher twisted his neck and made a "click" sound.

"There's no need, I don't want him to know I'm here, so let's get rid of all the threats in this place quickly. ”

"After the dangerous contact, you take him back without telling him that I was here. It's as if you came here before them. Anschel said to Chamberlain.

"Why?"

"I don't want him to develop the mentality of 'not afraid of danger......, my brother will definitely appear anyway,'" Anschel Dington said after a moment, "although I do." ”

"As for it, this kid is just your junior brother, and I've never seen you care so much about anyone. Chamberlain finally asked the question that was lingering in his mind.

These words seemed to stop Anschel, and he looked out into the darkness in the distance with his arms crossed, with a contemplative temperament.

"I want him to be independent and strong and live happily. Anschel's words seem to have no end in sight.

Jock snorted, "Is that your heart knot?"

"Sort of. ”

They began to move forward, which caught Han off guard, so he could only stand behind him and watch the backs of the three of them in the distance, and suddenly remembered his former self, and seemed to have been so high-spirited.

I don't know and I don't care how much time has passed, but finally the bright yellow appeared in front of him, and then it continued to enlarge.

The yin wind blowing from the other side of the Yellow Spring raised the corners of Ansher's trench coat, which looked flamboyant and arrogant.

Obviously, there is still a long way to go, but there has been a shadow waiting for a long time.

"Hey. An Shier shouted.

The Dementor turned, and the Dementor Scythe was in the palm of his hand.

The ghost stood outside the non-existent thread, wondering if the dementor had the yellow spring water in his head.

Then he realized something was wrong.

The Dementor had already attached the sage's flesh-like head to himself!

The monster's powerful ability to restore has given the dementor a physical body, countless tentacles stretch out from under the translucent ghost robes, and the scythe, which was originally only a soul phantom, has added many strange patterns and appeared in the real world.

"Yo, it's worse than I thought, this aura is close to the Great Magus. I don't know if I should call you the Soul Messenger or the Dark Sage, you are so weak, I think you must have been conquered by the remnants of the Dark Sage. Anschel knew that the two wills of this alien monster were still in conflict, and because its breath was up and down, he was happy to add fuel to the fire.

"How did you manage to still be yin and yang at this time, if it was really the soul of the Dark Sage who was dominant, we would have no chance of escaping. Chamberlain looked at the disgusting body and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Hmph. It is not necessary for saints to be reborn once again to become saints again, talent and adventure are indispensable. Jock sneered.

Chamberlain felt as if he couldn't communicate with the two guys next to him who had strange brain circuits.

After all, although the reason is Jock's theory, the key is that the magic power of the Grand Magister is more than that of even a high-level mage, not to mention that this is still an evil god that represents fear, even if it is only with its rumoredly nuanced magic control, it is estimated that it can kill the three of them without injury at the level of a high-level mage.

Ansher pulled out a lot of the Demon Hunter's long knives from the space magician, and the wind rose like a phoenix raising its head, and there was a faint dragon roar in the gradually warming air.

The black feathers on the robes fluttered, and Jock stuck his left hand in his pocket, and pointed forward with his right hand, and the space stopped.

The huge magic began to turbulent, and the monster that didn't know whether it should be called a dementor or a dark sage shook the spatial magic around him, and swept away with a scythe in both hands, and with a screaming blade wave, it left the knife, tearing through the spatial prohibition along the way and rushing straight towards the three of them.

Chamberlain took a deep breath, and a staff glowing with white fluorescence appeared in his hand, and a magic circle bloomed from the gem set in the middle.

He stood his staff in front of him, his left hand was weakly supported to maintain the magic circle, and the middle finger and index finger of his right hand were closed, and with a swipe to the side, the blade light deflected into the air and fell into nowhere.

Naturally, Ansher took advantage of this time to step forward with his sword, and the fiery red feathers surrounded him, shooting towards the monster like a storm.

With a few crisp sounds, the monster used the giant scythe as a shield to block the incoming Yan Yu, and the face without mouthparts writhed up and down, and one after another screams emitted, which made Ansher have to stop the offensive and land on the ground to defend his sea of knowledge with magic power.

"The psychic attack is not as powerful as I thought, and their battle for control is fierce, take this opportunity to kill it. Ansher pulled out a sword flower from the war ghost and stuck it on the ground, and his breath changed suddenly, and the shadow of the great sun rose behind itself, the heat rose, the corridor of the secret realm was lit up, and those strange statues added to the horror in the undulation of light.

At that moment, the monster made a dementor's signature movement of floating backwards with his hands crossed over his chest.

Then five of the corpses of Chanjin appeared in front of Ansher and the others.

"Purple satin robes. Even though everything on his body turned into an unreal gold like a flat surface, Ansher instantly recognized the robes of the Tower mages who were a grade lower than the Drifting Snow Robe by virtue of the workmanship.

"Is this your teammate?" Ansher asked, tilting his head.

But the ghost didn't know where it had gone.

"It doesn't matter. Ansher set the sun and decided to take out this group of walking dead who did not have the refinement of the Dark Sage, and could only be regarded as retaining the level of magic power in their lives.

But the monster could not grant him his wish, and it floated out of the shadows and harassed the three of them.

"Me and Chamberlain will deal with them, you go deal with that thing. "Jock's second and third attributes are mental and physical, respectively, which allows him to quickly approach and slash enemies in the forbidden space of space. So he's actually pretty confident in dealing with these walking dead who don't know if they're going to use magic.

As for why it wasn't him, the person with the highest level of magic power, to deal with that hybrid monster, it might be because he wanted to see where Ansher had the confidence to say his crazy words.

Ansher had no objection, and the magic poured into the war ghost to light up the circle within, and the next time the monster emerged from the shadows and tried to harass Jock, he urged the magic to chase after them. Because the attributes of wind and fire can make him stay in the air more freely, the monster that has an entity but can't escape the wall can't take advantage of the terrain.

On the other hand, Jock and Chamberlain don't have a hard time dealing with these unintelligent walking corpses. It's just that after being soaked in the yellow spring for too long, their skin has become as strong as a boulder. And even though there is no wisdom, the fait magic engraved in the circuit during life can still be released at will.

They used to be spirit mages, and most of them were mages close to the level of a magister, so their spirit attacks didn't even want to be taken by two people who also practiced spiritual magic, and the battle still looked anxious for a while, but it was only a matter of time.

Although the dark sage in his body covered with tentacles only left a tiny piece of remnant soul, the background is not comparable to any casual cat or dog. The dementor is fierce, but once the desire for resurrection is awakened, it is undoubtedly just a mantis arm as a car in the eyes of the sage.

The body of the blended monster is constantly avoiding the battle, because the fight is in the head, so it seems that Ansher is going to be a little more relaxed, and a magister chasing a great mage to slash sounds like a face-saving thing.

But Anschel was actually very nervous, and he knew that once this situation was over, he would be in great trouble. Therefore, he is not stingy with his magic power, and only wants to kill it while it is sick.

In the tunnel, I don't know how a ghost dragged the four people forward.

The four little men were as quiet as if they were asleep, as if they had become corpses.

After fighting for half an hour, Ansher finally found an opportunity to shackle the space with dragon language, and then use the crimson war ghost burned by the flames to start scorching the body with disgusting tentacles.

Strange to say, it obviously had no mouthparts, but it could hear a sharp roar.

"The fifth. Jock grabbed the black feather in his hand and cut off the head of the last of the Yellow Springs puppet.

Turning his head, he gave a thumbs up to Chamberlain, who was working hard behind him, but strangely enough, Chamberlain didn't seem to have a good face for his eternity, rolled his eyes, and looked up at Anschel, who was fighting in the sky.

"The legendary River Styx, which leads to this sea of yellow springs, is unfortunately all dried up now, and you see, there is only such a small pool now. Jock didn't seem to want to help, but looked back at the "little pool" that still had hundreds of square meters.

"One can imagine how huge the Dark Sage was during his lifetime. Chamberlain gave a rare slap in his mouth, and he had no intention of helping.

Because it was too high, they couldn't go up, so they could only give Anschel moral support on the ground.

"There's a corpse, I guess the ghost said it was. Jock stepped forward and lowered the body that had been hanging here for nearly fifty years.

Chamberlain, intrigued, walked over and examined it.

"There's a touch of intelligence in there, it's amazing!"

When Jock heard this, he also slightly released his magic power from his palm to probe, nodded and said, "She is very well protected, and there are five not weak spiritual forces as a barrier to protect her." ”

"Five-strands?" Chamberlain looked back at the corpses that were still glowing with golden light, as if he had a scene from decades ago.

In order to protect the girl, the five gave up their chances of survival to protect him, but the man named Han fled, leaving his sister to be captured by the Dementor and hanged here.

"Hush. Chamberlain let out a rise of disdain, raised his wand and condensed countless low-level magic to beckon the soft monster in the air.

But at this time, the heavens and the earth seemed to calm down.

The sound of the loud voice, people were stunned for a moment before they felt the terrifying sound!

The sound was mixed with endless whispers, as if in the sky, as if in one's own mind, as if it were meaningless, and as if it carried endless incomprehensible knowledge.

The skin on Chamberlain's and Jock's bodies splattered with blood as if it had been slashed by countless knives, staining their clean robes red.

Jock let out a bad roar, ignoring the turbulence of the sea, and suddenly jumped up nearly twenty meters, firmly hugged Anschel, who was falling down at high speed, and then slammed into the ground.

The shock made the Adjudicator Governor, who had not been injured in nearly twenty years, feel like his internal organs were on the verge of bursting.

The ghost crouched on the ground, sad and desperate in his heart.

The yellow spring water was dragged out and turned into the famous robe like gold.

The three knights who maintained the portal at the door spat blood and flew out, because the reverse disintegration of the circle caused them great damage, although Mr. De Jong's magic power was higher and seemed to be unharmed, but in fact, he was also holding his chest at the moment, trying to calm the restless surge of the circuit.

"Are you alright?" Jock helped Ansher up and asked, Ansher was not in a very good state at this time, and even the Great Sun Phantom behind him could no longer be maintained and shattered.

Anschel, a magus who had never practiced spiritual magic, was surprised that Jock did not faint at the moment after experiencing such a strong magic scream.

"I'm fine. Ansher got up and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Chamberlain sighed deeply.

"There's no help now. ”

Hearing this, Ansher smiled and teased, "You're quite calm." ”

At this time, even Jock couldn't laugh anymore, so both of them wondered why Anschel still looked confident.

Could it be that he has gone crazy.

"I didn't expect this dementor to be so vulnerable, but it doesn't matter. Ansher stood up again after calming the turmoil in the lower circuit.

Jock glanced up at him, and now it seemed that there was no other way but to believe him, it wasn't that he didn't have a magic guide on him, but those bits and pieces were really ridiculous and generous to use against this resurrected evil god.

Even if it was only under the vigilance of the Archmage now, even if it didn't have that creature at hand anymore.

The voices in the air gradually became clearer, like a song.

None of the people present had heard that kind of voice, but the three of them were all proud of the sky who came out of the tower, and even if they guessed, they could guess what it was.

One of the most famous abilities of the Evil God Dark Sage is not its realm of power, but it is better than its realm of power.

This is the "Gospel of the River Styx".

The ground gradually sinks, everything around them becomes familiar and unfamiliar, and everyone's greatest fears seem to be salvaged from the deepest part of their hearts.