"You're leaving, too?" said Lawrence, visibly relieved. After a long time, he asked, "Isn't your plan just beginning? Didn't you say that you want to rule the four major academies?"

"yes, that's what I thought. Qin Ming sat down on a chair casually, propped up his chin, and said nothing, as if he was organizing the language. But at the same time, he also threw Lawrence a magic crystal.

This is the scene above the palace, although he knows about the movements in the palace at the magic academy, but he is not there in person after all, so he is not very clear.

And what is recorded in this crystal is everything that Qin Ming recorded with the eye of power. The level of detail can definitely be added to the Royal Library collection.

After reading it, Lawrence understood, and the first sentence was.

"Are you so strong, why did you come to the Academy of Magic?"

Lawrence is not a time-traveler like Bao Lei, although he has also crossed. But after all, he was still a native of this world, not to mention that he was not an existence of Qin Ming's level.

He will not feel the deep malice of the world towards him, and his current true level of magic.

Regarding this point, Qin Ming didn't want to explain too much. Because there is no need, soon, the news of his battle against the Pope will spread throughout the imperial capital.

Including the entire Academy of Magic, at that time, both students and mentors will know what kind of existence they have been dealing with all along.

When the time comes, they will all be like Lawrence, so he will have to explain when.

So he threw all the pots at Gandalf and left it up to him to explain. As for Lawrence, he said: "You forget, I am a traverser." ”

Lawrence was silent again, he also knew what kind of existence a traverser was in this world.

Even if he didn't travel from another world, as long as he told the things he had traveled through, there would definitely be many magicians who were willing to spend half of their gold to study him.

Continuing to stay under Qin Ming is a good means of protecting oneself.

Speaking of this, Lawrence also reacted.

"Then when you go. ”

"I'll take you with me, don't worry, you're my important research material. Qin Ming said.

Remembering that he was going to be electrocuted from time to time, Lawrence suddenly asked himself if he had accidentally gotten on the thief ship.

"You should also pack your things, and do it as soon as you have anything to prepare. It won't be anytime soon, but it won't stay here much longer. Qin Ming sent him away.

"Then where are we going?" Lawrence asked as he left, Qin Ming had to have a destination, right?

For this, Qin Ming gave a detailed answer

"Spartan Empire. ”

On the streets of the imperial capital, the bones of sin roamed among them.

Although he is Qin Ming's doppelganger, Qin Ming when he was still an immortal has given him an independent personality, which is also related to the death mark of the god of death that he has integrated.

So, although Qin Ming asked him to come out to help stop the vampire Crowley.

But after the truce between the two sides, he did not want to go back to hell, but wandered in the imperial capital, which was his freedom. Qin Ming has no right to ask, at least for now, from a certain point of view, Qin Ming, who has lost the Yuan Baby, is essentially just a doppelganger.

In order not to be obtrusive, he changed into a linen robe. and used undead magic, flesh and blood, to make a flesh and blood skin bag for himself.

It didn't matter if his head was exposed, in the eyes of others, he was just a pale young man.

But the difference is that wherever he walks, there are dead people. In a matter of moments, he would crawl out of the ground and eventually disappear into his shadow, becoming a member of his legion.

He's been expanding his territory in Hell. Although there are countless dark creatures in hell, the dark creatures of hell come and go quickly.

He didn't have long in hell, but it was not easy to assemble a group of subordinates who were loyal to him. But in essence, he is a necromancer.

You can easily assemble an army of the undead who are loyal to you.

At his level, too low-level, like a skeleton soldier, is useless. And the higher level not only requires a large amount of materials, but also an almost massive amount of undead qi.

These corpses, the corpses of most mortals, were the material that provided him with the aura of the undead.

Eventually, the last shred of the bones would be abandoned in hell by him, perhaps by the corpse eater, but that was none of his business.

If it were Qin Ming, he might dislike this kind of efficiency that was too slow, and when he needed the qi of the undead, it might be faster to rob him.

But the sin bones, the undead. Since birth, we have a very different way of thinking from humans.

It's like just giving a low-level skeleton mining task, and they will keep mining, regardless of the passage of time and rest.

He doesn't think much about it, and although it's inefficient, he's still happy to do it. After all, no matter how small a fly is, it is meat, and he doesn't think it's so inefficient.

Walking past a hotel, walked in.

Although he was covered in flesh and bones, he still couldn't drink it. Because he has only a single flesh and blood on his body, there are no taste buds, stomach bags, and digestive system and those complex things.

Slice his belly open, except for muscles, still muscles.

The hotel was basically destroyed, and he walked in and saw an old man and a young man. The old man was struggling, and the young man was knocked unconscious by a blunt object to the head, and was crushed under several pillars. The old man was trying to get him out.

But in the eyes of Sinner, even an ordinary doctor would not be able to save him if he didn't have someone who could use healing magic.

The old man looked back, because of his tall stature. Standing in front of the store, the shadow cast by the sun obscures most of the place. I just happened to meet his eyes.

Forget it, help him. Sin Bone thought and walked in. The old man took the initiative to get out of the way.

Sinner's hand rested on the young man's head, and with a slight turn, twisted his entire head off.

Blood poured down from his torn neck, and the old man was dumbfounded.

Sin Bone stood up and said to him, "Rest assured, he is not in pain. ”

The head rolled out from under his hand and landed next to the headless corpse. After a while, the dead young man's body moved again, and began to follow in the footsteps of the sinner.

The old man's heart-rending cry came from behind, but the sin bone would not move, because the time had not yet come. It was his subconscious thought.

It's not the first time that the sin bones walking on the road have done this kind of thing, and when they saw it, they subconsciously knew that this guy couldn't live, so he helped end his life.

I had never felt this way in Hell before, and it was the first time I walked in such an imperial capital. Wrapped in a black robe, he suddenly had an idea in his heart, this time, he was like a god of death.

Walk through the city, harvesting dying souls, and almost instinctively.

At this moment, Qin Ming sat on the nineteenth layer of hell and instantly locked the sin bone with the Eye of Power. The two looked at each other from a distance of thousands of meters. No one else knows each other as well as they do.

All the same, but not the same. Qin Ming retracted his gaze and didn't care about him anymore. It's just some lives that are about to die, and dying early has helped him and himself, so why not.

(End of chapter)

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