I've never seen the power of magic so clearly as I do now, and even the magic that I've seen a long time ago, such as the Summoning of Angels, the Fallen Angel's Fall, and the Wood World, has had such a big impact on my perceptions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems to me that it is not so much magic as magic, with the help of the power of the gods to achieve that great power.

But the one that the lich unleashed in front of me was definitely an orthodox dark magic, and I don't know if it could reach the level of a forbidden spell, but this powerful magic hit my soul deeply.

As I always thought, I was a warrior, and although I was generally classified as a magician in terms of ability classification, I had always been a warrior's mind, and from the way I cast my magic, I could see that magic was only an aid to my fighting, even if it was more powerful than the output.

I've never thought about what kind of battle I want to choose in the future, just like the lich said, this is a magical world, is my way of choosing warriors really not suitable for this world?

I looked at the lich, who was now dancing with his hands and laughing obscenely, and his hoarse laughter was incomparably tragic and tragic, his signature smile, which had been ridiculed by An Ling countless times.

Well, can you really believe the words of such a lewd person?

The Lich smashed several giant ships to smash, only consuming half of the magic called Wide Dark Endless Strangulation, and the remaining half of the weapons flew towards the other ships with the dance of the Lich's hands, and the originally black disc under the Lich's feet also disappeared a lot at this time, becoming a little transparent, but this made the complex runes on the disc a lot clearer.

What a magical power! Again, I couldn't help but sigh.

After the lich commanded the remaining magical power to sink several more ships, the pitch-black disc beneath his feet slowly vanished.

At this time, two voices came from two different directions: "Martyrstone, you are doing death, that is my goal", "Damn, it would be good if you completed your target". It's two magicians floating in the sky with not too strong magical fluctuations.

"Aslson, Bidelcombe, you don't hurry up if you have this time, there are not many ships in the Holy See of Light, and if you are slow to start, you can only go to the island to kill people," the lich replied loudly, his voice filled with deep pleasure.

"Holy, that's right, Aslsson, you continue to condemn him, I'll go to the bathroom"

"Ahh

The Lich is worthy of being a 500-year-old immortal who has been a pope, and in one sentence he understates his actions, inspiring new contradictions in his opponents.

"What are your indicators of going out," An Ling asked him.

"Well, one ship per person or five hundred people, I don't know if the total number of the Bright Sect on this island will reach three thousand, and it is clear that some elders will not be able to meet the target, hahaha, the mood is really a lot more relaxed" the lich said.

"There is a conflict between the elders within Shadowtooth Island?" It's something that comes to my mind directly.

"That's not it, although humans naturally like to fight in the nest because of jealousy, but Shadow Fang Island, as most of the magicians who pursue strength and cultivation, how can this kind of thing be so serious, at best, it is a small conflict between juniors or apprentices, everyone is so familiar with it, and it will be solved with mediation.

These indicators, just to let these elders who are too lazy to go out to fight once are just a way to contribute, they are all old and immortal, but they don't value the resource rewards represented by those indicators, they value face, and if they don't complete the indicators once, they will probably be laughed at by other magicians for a while, how can these old stubborns who think they are arrogant stand this kind of stimulation"

The lich's words explained to me very well the meaning of the indicators, that human beings would fight for this useless thing called face, instead of precious resources, it really makes me completely incomprehensible, the survival resources of this world that I know are not yet so many as rotten streets, is it that my knowledge of this world is not enough?

It must be like this, after all, there are still too few places I've walked.

Then the lich sent me a soul message directly to ask me if An Ling had killed anyone on the battlefield, and I directly sent him the scene of An Ling's first killing, and the lich touched his shriveled chin that had nothing and nodded, and then said to An Ling: "Take revenge." I thought he was going to say something uplifting.

"Are they really my enemies?" An Ling asked.

"Well, there are some things to tell you when I return to Shadowtooth Island, and now I am not only your enemy, but also the enemy of the whole world."

In fact, the lich still has something to say, that is, whether they directly destroyed your family, destroyed your castle base, and killed your grandfather, but they must be your enemies, and they will always have to face them at some point. I didn't remind An Ling that she would always stand in battle and slowly wake up, provided that she went to fight.

An Ling nodded, and the moment we first touched the ground, the lich snorted, "I'll take the little skeleton to find something, and you can try to assassinate it yourself."

As he spoke, a mist was released around the two of us, and in this magical refraction, our bodies seemed to disappear into thin air.

"An Ling now has a soul chain with me, and he can feel my place," I said to the lich at this time.

"Don't say it sooner," the lich said angrily, and then the mist illusions around our bodies vanished in an instant.

An Ling looked at us with a smile on his face, and the lich was embarrassed.

"Teacher Liegustone, I understand what you mean, you can just be invisible behind me, I will do it on my own, if you find it boring, you can also temporarily torture and kill some people of the Bright Sect for fun, and let the little skeleton stay here." An Ling said.

"It's good to know my purpose, anyway, my indicators have been completed, and taking the time to guide you, an apprentice, is also what the teacher should do, and the teacher has not been perverted to the point of abusing and killing these, stupid low-level personnel to have fun, and the lich also has good demons, besides, the little skeleton is here, he will definitely help you, I still stay here and stare at the two of you"

The lich's words did hit me, and I would definitely help An Ling when she was in danger, even if I knew that this would not give An Ling a chance to really exercise, but my soul's first choice must be not to let her be harmed.

This choice has been imprinted in my soul since she damaged her own dark magic root and released the "Dark God's Nether Arrow" to save me, in the undead world, strength means everything, and I would rather damage my own strength to rescue other undead, then the undead who are rescued will willingly become the power to rescue the undead, and protect the rescuer for the rest of his life.

But the undead have no emotions, so this rule of supreme nature is almost useless, but this rule is so clearly present in the souls of the undead.

Although An Ling is not an undead, I still bind myself to this rule, I feel that I owe her, this is already in the category of emotion, but from my situation, how can I be simply attributed to the undead?

In this respect, the loyalty of the undead is much stronger than that of humans. The lich didn't know that An Ling had damaged the root of his dark magic for me, but in the ensuing battle, he would inevitably find out that the lich would expel An Ling from the sect in a fit of rage, which was already the lightest punishment I could think of.

After the lich added the mist illusion to me and himself again, An Ling unleashed light spirit magic and a dark shield on himself, and sure enough, the lich frowned slightly when he saw the dark shield. The place we set foot in is basically a slum of human society, most of the human beings here live in simple tents with very weak ability to withstand the cold, I don't know how they survive so long under the huge sea breeze at night, and the human body adaptability is really strong.

In fact, in my opinion, there is no need to delay time in this kind of place, the consistent arrogance and loftiness of the Bright Sect make it a complete waste of time in this place even if they set foot on this small island, they will not set foot in this dirty place, and rush directly to the distribution center of important materials, such as food and energy, and maybe meet a few lonely members of the Bright Sect, which is a complete waste of time in this place.

As soon as I finished thinking about it, An Ling's soul suddenly became alert, and she hid behind a rudimentary tent.

My soul perception opened, and I easily found two powerful souls, the power emanating from their bodies really slapped me in the face deeply, and there were really two warriors from the Bright Sect here, you are simply a shame for the Bright Sect.

The two of them ran towards here in a panic, slowly trying to hide their aura as they ran, I said to the lich, I bet they had never hated it so much in their lives, the strong aura of their own power, the lich said you are stupid to me, how can such an obvious thing be bet with you.

No matter what kind of power the Bright Sect is, it is much stronger than the aura of the power of other attributes, and it is often possible to rely on this strong aura to capture people's eyes and overwhelm the momentum of the other party.

But it's just the momentum, the actual destructive power is no different from other systems, each with its own strengths. But in the case of this disadvantage of the Holy See of Light, they may not have a chance to escape, because their aura is generally not completely hidden, and it is clear at a glance in the feelings of powerful people.

They ran towards us in a panic, completely unaware of the spirit of darkness that had begun to chant about the dark magic they should have been most sensitive to. The lich's brows at this time were furrowed deeper and deeper, and sure enough, he was discovered as soon as he made a move.

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