"You're outside! Don't come in! Give me something!" said the skinny Andrew, in a commanding tone.

His voice was drowned out in the roar of the sea of fire, but Strayer understood what he meant, and he carefully took out a fist-sized orb, the golden shell was painted with countless magic runes that were indistinguishable to the naked eye, even if it was not activated, it caused free magic fluctuations, like an ancient and powerful spell, which was invaluable at a glance.

In the middle of the spherical shell, there is a circle of fine gaps, as if it can be rotated and unscrewed.

Strayer handed out the spherical shell, not trying to step into the triangular opening, he took a half-step back to avoid the scorching currents.

Andrew reached out and grabbed it, looked at it in his hand, and asked, "This is that thing?!"

"Yes, the person in charge gave it to me," Strayer replied calmly, "He said that the breath of this thing was well sealed and could be unscrewed in half, but he told him that it must be opened on the altar, otherwise—"

"Don't you say it!" Andrew yelled, "Take me for a fool?!"

He stood beyond the sea of fire with the golden spherical shell in his hand, as if ready to turn and step onto the long, narrow trestle that separated the fire from the abyss and led to the circular stone platform in the middle, with an ancient altar.

"Hmm, do you know what's in there?" Strayer hurriedly asked, deliberately using a mocking tone to provoke the Andrew's assistant to tell the truth. The tasks of that organization have always been strictly divided and kept secret, and when the person in charge handed him the heavy orb, he only gave the order that Andrew should be told to go to the altar before it could be opened.

Although Strayer knew the purpose of his operation, he did not yet know what was in the shell, or what it was supposed to be. And it seems that Andrew knows.

"Hah!" Andrew smiled contemptuously, "Didn't that guy in charge tell you? haha! yes, how could that sneaky guy tell you this!!!

Having said that, he couldn't help but proudly show off: "I'm telling you, this is naturally the most precious sacrifice in it, have you seen that altar?" He pointed to the center of the sea of fire: "I will send this spherical shell to that altar, take out the sacrifice in it and sacrifice it with my own hands, complete the task and gain unparalleled strength!"

"Sacrifice...... What is it? To whom are you going to sacrifice it? And what is the altar?" Strayer asked anxiously.

The Tower of Trials in the shadows, the fourth floor that no one knows, the raging sea of fire, the ancient altar, what the hell that organization is planning, this mission gave him a very ominous premonition, and he forgot the tone of his voice for a while.

"Hmm......!!" Andrew's face changed, and he said fiercely: "What are you doing with so many inquiries at this time? Are you jealous! Don't you! You want to rob me of my credit?! Do you think you are better than me and can snatch this sacrifice to sacrifice?!"

"No way!!" Andrew yelled, "You don't want to replace me!!"

He held the glittering golden spherical shell in his arms and said incoherently, "I tell you! You can't do it! You can't cross this trestle! Only I can walk through! That lord only taught me that power! I can!!'t even get past the person in charge, only I can! Because the lord trusts me! You can't! Only I can pass!"

With that, he held the black spherical shell in his hand and stepped on the narrow rock trestle.

The sea of fire suddenly raged, incandescent flames erupted, pillars of fire almost reached the towering dome, and the violent convection brought out a howling wind, and the wind was also a violent flame, like a black dragon's breath sweeping across the narrow rock trestle.

"Ahh!!h

But he didn't retreat, and stepped on the trestle step by step. The robe quickly burned out, but his skin was torn apart piece by piece, as if the sword had cut countless deep wounds in an instant, and the blood soaked the cracked skin on his body with the magic of darkness, and quickly hardened into crystals, like inky scales that resisted the burning of the flames.

"I'm the only one who can accomplish this task......" he roared, sizzling like a viper from his stiff neck, "the greatest credit goes to mine, I will gain power beyond your reach, no one can rob me!"

Step by step, he walked along the trestle to the altar in the middle of the sea of fire, the trestle was very long, he protected the golden spherical shell in his arms, and the blood poured out of his body endlessly, as if it could not be exhausted, leaving a string of bloody footprints on the pitted stone bridge, and was soon ignited by the violent wind current, turning into a mass of flames burning on the trestle.

From the moment Andrew stepped onto the pier, Strayer outside the triangular door was silent.

He looked at Andrew's staggering back expressionlessly, and the metal box in his hand began to click again. He pressed a button, and the lid of the metal box opened to both sides, and a psychedelic crystal ball and a small and delicate hourglass rose from the box, and the crystal ball was slowly turning, and a trace of red mist seemed to appear in it, and the extremely fine white sand in the delicate and small hourglass began to fall evenly.

Strayer held the objects and watched quietly from the doorway, the scorching air coming out of it, sweat oozing from his forehead, but he didn't dare to move, as if they were the most important things.

Andrew had already walked a third of the way with a roar, but his steps were getting smaller and smaller, and the blood gushing out of his body was gradually decreasing, as if he was finally about to drain the blood in his body, and the series of footprints behind him were still burning.

Strayer watched without saying a word, guessing how far he could go, as the crystal ball slowly turned, turning red.

……

"You can't take credit from me, only I can do it......," Andrew muttered, staggering toward the altar at the end of the trestle, holding the golden orb in his arms. Once he got there, he would complete the mission, he would be rewarded by the Lord, his power would leap again, he couldn't forget the feeling, the surging and powerful magic flowed through his body like blood, as if he could destroy an entire city with every move, just by giving his own blood and controlling the dark magic, the effect could go far beyond those so-called sophisticated spell models.

The standard magic that he had so desperately wanted to control but couldn't even comprehend.

Because it was difficult to break through to the Supreme Mage, he studied in Iluvita for nearly twenty years, and finally gave up in despair, choosing to become a teaching assistant and stay in the academy to live a mixed life. But he was tired of the college that was celebrated, the magic school he was once proud of, he hated every student who was more talented than him, he hated those who persevered in the face of difficulties, and even more hated every teacher he had at the beginning, hated the dean who didn't care about anything, hated everything.

He even hated magic, he hated magic, how could he seem so stupid if it weren't for the existence of these things, and if it weren't for the theories and models that were too jerky, how could he have not advanced an inch for so many years.

So in all the years he had been a teaching assistant, he hadn't even meditated once, and he had already despaired.

It wasn't until he met the Lord at Bellamy and told him that the power of darkness was his talent, and the Lord told him that the Sky Ring had forbidden and destroyed the dark arts not because of the evil of those magics, but because a genius like him used the power of the dark arts so powerful, those incompetent mages and scholars were afraid and joined forces to ban these inheritances.

yes, Andrew understood on the spot.

He is obviously a genius, how could he not master those magic theories, how could he not cast those praised standard magic, it turned out that it was those forced mages and scholars, those cowardly mages and scholars who were afraid that he had mastered the power!

Of course, he is not stupid, he knows that there are no free benefits in this world, and that adult will not give him strength casually.

Although the adults say that their organization is an organization that inherits dark magic, only the true core members have the talent to master the power of darkness, and the executor like that one does not have such talent, so he is not even qualified to become a core member. As for himself, he has great talents, but he must also contribute to the organization accordingly.

He also thought about it, wondering if the other party was simply trying to take advantage of him.

But when he experienced it for himself, when the surging and trembling magic surged through his body, and when he used the forbidden spell that was much more powerful than the magic he had ever known before, he completely believed it, and he completely surrendered. In any case, he must gain such power, he must obtain the inheritance of that adult, and he will definitely complete the task.

Then, with a genius like him, he can directly cross the line of the world, and it may not be long before he can be crowned a saint, and it is not impossible to even step into a legend. No, no, with a genius like him, he will soon become a legend and become a figure like the Elemental Emperor, who can drive out the high priestess and build his own tower, and dominate the entire Todell continent.

When the time comes, everyone will have to prostrate, all races will have to respect him as king, and he can openly use the magic that has been banned by the hypocritical and cowardly Sky Ring, and whoever does not accept it will directly destroy it, and destroy the city where the person is located by the way.

Of course, he will keep the academy of Iluvita, keep these teachers and students he hates, let them live in his shadow forever, and make them kneel at his feet in ugly clothes and laugh and sing praises.

Ha ha...... Hahahaha...... Andrew actually laughed out loud.

Countless images that fascinated him appeared in his mind one after another, countless pleas that made him get carried away came and went one after another in his ears, he had never been so proud, he had never been so immersed, he had not paid any attention, his pace of progress had become smaller and smaller, and he could no longer spare the energy to remember his steps.

He indulged in it, enjoyed it, and actually stopped, and with a cruel, twisted, triumphant and arrogant smile on his face, he stood dumbfounded on the bare stone bridge, and the golden spherical shell remained motionless, and his blood gradually dried up.

……

A hint of doubt flashed in Strayer's solemn gaze.

What the hell is that guy doing when he is standing on the trestle before he is halfway through?

He obviously still has the strength to spare, although he doesn't know what kind of magic he used to resist the incandescent flames, but it is obviously one of the sources of his strength with his blood, even if Andrew finds that he has not had time to rush over the trestle and walk up to the altar, why hasn't he returned now, why is he still in place.

Half of the white sand in the delicate hourglass had fallen, and the crystal ball had been stained red with a hint of mist.

"Are you lost...... Strayer murmured, "It turns out that this place is not only the raging sea of fire, but also the more deadly power, tempting to stop and get lost, terrible, no wonder ......"

After all, the incandescent flames were terrifying, and the raging sea of fire was not idle, and Strayer saw from afar that there was no more blood gushing out of Andrew's body, and the dried wounds were also burned into black crystals.

"Bang!" he saw a black-scaled crystal on Andrew's shoulder explode and staggered half a step forward.

"Ahh

He looked at the trestle that was still half the way, and then at his arm that had turned into Sombra, and turned around and walked back, he staggered two steps, but not far, the crystal scales on his body exploded again, and the whole person stumbled and fell again.

This time, the golden spherical shell in his hand fell out.

"No——!!!," he screamed bitterly.

If you fail this mission, you can continue to complete it next time, and there is no deadline for death, but this sacrifice, this precious sacrifice is only one such one, and the adult only confesses such one, once it is not opened on the altar, once it falls into the abyss of fire next to it and is lost, he can no longer explain to the adult, he knows the fate of the mission failure!

He threw himself forward desperately, his stiff, charcoal-like hand struggling to open to catch the golden spherical shell.

But he failed.

I saw that the golden spherical shell landed on the pitted trestle, made a crisp sound, bounced, and landed in a slightly sunken pit on the trestle, without falling into the sea of fire next to it.

Hope burned again in Andrew's eyes, and he struggled to crawl twice, reaching for the golden spherical shell.

"Squeak-" The spherical shell engraved with countless intricate magical runes cracked and split in half.

Andrew, like a roasted lizard, crawled on the trestle, frozen.

- There was nothing in the thin spherical shell, empty.

A moment later, the golden spherical shell burst into incandescent flames like a tattered, and in the blink of an eye, it burned completely.

"How can it be ......" Andrew said in a daze, and said in a panic, "what about things, what about things?!!"

"You took it! Did you take it!!" He got up suddenly, stumbled on the trestle, and thought Strayer rushed over: "You must have taken it! You thief!!I'm going to kill you!!"

The scales continued to shatter, and his body was already full of holes, black and lifeless.

He finally failed to walk back to the triangular doorway, even in anger, he still fell on the stone bridge, but this time he couldn't get up again, his body was burning, his hands and feet were burned out, and he could only crawl and struggle.

Soon he didn't even have the strength to crawl and struggle.

"Help, save me......" He looked at the disguised shadow, which had not been removed even now, and muttered weakly and painfully, "Help me...... I will repay your ......"

Strayer didn't speak, he stretched out his right hand, and in his right hand held the metal box, on which were red crystal balls and an almost falling hourglass, which stretched out the shadow of his disguise, and showed them to the other party.

"Record Ball......" Strayer heard Andrew's groans of pain: "Record Ball with all the information...... It turned out to be ...... at first Just take me for a test...... Ha...... Hahaha, hahahaha......"

Andrew's laughter grew quieter, and Strayer watched without saying a word as he turned into a ball of flame.

The sea of fire was completely furious, the flames flooded the trestle, swallowing all traces of Andrew, but there were still some grains of sand in the hourglass that did not fall, Strayer's eyes widened, and he dragged the triangular door with one hand, and still held the metal box with the other, and the crystal ball had turned blood red.

The incandescent fiery serpent swooped down on the doorway along the trail of burning blood.

A silver sigil flew out of the sea of fire, the one left when he entered the Tower of Trials, and any unnatural death would attract the attention of the guards.

But a stream of blood emitted from the metal box, shining on the silver mark that wanted to fly away, pulling it into the metal box.

The last grain of white sand in the hourglass fell, and the fiery serpent erupted.

Strayer slammed the door shut.

A dull whisper, perhaps the low sound of a raging sea of fire crashing against the door.

As the rusty triangular doors were completely embedded in the walls, the dark space fell silent again.

Strayer leaned back against the ancient door and took a deep breath.

Trembling and slowly spitting out.

"Hoo ......"