"Of course," Rhaegar said with a smile, "of course we will keep our word, and you will definitely return to the mage group." ”

As a mage organization with a history of thousands of years, at least on this continent, the mage group is undoubtedly one of the most powerful organizations of its kind, but since its creation, this group of fanatical mages who hold the same views has been particularly mysterious, they rarely interact with the outside world, and do not allow outsiders to enter their territory, in order to keep the secrets of the location, with the mage group's station as the center, all intelligent life in a radius of hundreds of kilometers has been killed by them, no one dares to break into this area without permission, in the eyes of all the people in the nearby kingdoms, there is life。

But this *** broke into an uninvited guest today, he was covered in blood, ragged, and staggered to walk, like a deserter who had just been defeated on the battlefield, and stumbled into the boundary line that was regarded by countless people as the boundary between life and death, and was drawn by the mage regiment itself.

"Looks like we've got work to do," said a mage who saw it all through a '' falcon in the sky, a few kilometers away from the intruder, and said to his companion, "I'm glad to have someone to be the subject of my new magic." He chanted the incantation softly, and his body soared into the air, flying in the direction of the intruder.

"According to the rules of the mage, before we dispose of him," said another mage as he flew up at the same time, "we must first take him to the elders, and we may not be given the right to deal with him until they are convinced that the latter has told him everything they know, and that he is no longer of any value." He reminded his companions who were already eager to apply their newfound magical torture to intruders, "Elders don't like to be self-defeating. ”

This reminded the excited mage, who muttered discontentedly, and then sped up his flight.

The mages of the Mage Regiment, from a normal person's point of view, are somewhat different: they never pay attention to worldly opinions and habits, for them, the most important thing in life is magic, and for this purpose, they can sacrifice anyone and use any creature as an experimental subject. This has led to a surprising number of research achievements, but it has also turned most of them into a bunch of madmen who care little about anything but research and combat. One of the two mages who guarded the border was a powerful magician, but they rarely thought about anything other than spells, and when they spotted an intruder, their first instinct was not to report it to their superiors or consider why the visitor was here, but how to verify their findings on them as much as possible before they were executed.

Half a minute later, the two excited mages finally met their prey, but the next moment, when they saw each other's faces clearly, they immediately dispersed the magic that had already formed in their hands and quickly fell from the sky. The spell's backlash had caused them unclear damage, but they couldn't care about it, and as they landed, they hurried towards the intruder, grabbing each other from either side, barely able to stand still.

"It's Master Kothwaite," said the mage who spoke earlier, "he seems to be badly wounded, what a strange thing, shouldn't he be with his own team?"

"I think you'd better save these questions for later," said his companion, as he quickly applied healing spells to Kothwaite's body, "The Master's situation doesn't look good, we have to report it to the higher-ups." He looked at Koswait, who was almost in a semi-coma, with a worried look on his face.

"His soul has been hurt," a snow-white mage in the tower where the mages were stationed, and after carefully examining the unconscious Kothwaite, he said to Rand, the supreme leader of the mages, "I could restore his 'flesh' body in a few days, but his soul ...... He shook his head, "I'm sorry. ”

Naroth listened to the old mage's report expressionlessly, his eyes unblinking as he stared at Kothwaite lying on the 'bed', and after a few seconds, the supreme leader of the mage group finally turned his gaze to the elder in front of him who was the most skilled in healing magic in the entire group. "I want him to wake up," he said without any emotion, "whatever you do, I just want to see him wake up safe and sound." His tone was flat, and the elder who heard his command could not help but shudder, and although he was well aware of the consequences of disobeying the other party's wishes, and thinking of the hurt Kothwaite had suffered, he mustered up the courage to speak his opinion to Nalox.

"It's almost impossible," said the Elder, "you know, while we've made considerable progress in the study of soul and consciousness, we can't ...... this realm that only the gods have at the moment."

His next words were interrupted by an oncoming tremendous pressure, and the only thing the Eighth Order Peak *** Master could do under the terrifying coercion emanating from Nalox was to try not to let the tremor of his body be too obvious. "I'll do my best," he reluctantly said, "but I need help." ”

The invisible pressure disappeared as abruptly as it appeared, "You can get all the people and things you want," Nalox said to the elder who was trying to take a deep breath, "but you only have three days, and after three days, either he will wake up or you will lie down - but in the grave." ”

"I assure you," said the elder, "that I will certainly try to wake him up." The elder, realizing that he had no way out, gradually calmed down, "But before I can do that, I have to do some preparations—you know, our current research on souls is all based on the mutilated notes of an ancient oracle, most of which we don't have a grasp of right now, and if I can read them again, I should be able to find some answers there." ”

Nalox's emotionless eyes stared at the elder for at least five seconds, and before the other party was about to lose his mind from being unable to bear the pressure, the supreme leader of the mage group finally nodded slightly, "Take my badge to the tome room," he said to the elder, "Don't let me down." ”

Seeing the back of the elder disappearing almost all the way out of the 'door', Nalox turned around and looked at Cothwaite lying on the bed, and waved his hand to order his followers to leave the room.

"My child," when only father and son were left in the room, the supreme leader of the mage group finally took off his cold mask, like all the old people on the sickbed, Nalox's eyes flashed with love, and slowly walked towards his only son, "Don't worry, you'll be fine." He said to Kothwaite, who was still unconscious, "You are the hero of the mage regiment, you have destroyed our greatest enemy, and when you wake up, you will enjoy the supreme glory - you will be the sole heir to my empire." He sat down on the edge of Koswaite's 'bed', reached out and gently 'touched' the top of the latter's head, "I assure you," a chilling glint flashed in his eyes, "whoever makes you like this will pay ten times the price......

A torrent of energy rushed towards him without warning, and before Nalox could realize it, the devastating attack had approached his chest, and the frenzy of negative energy had caused the temperature of the entire room to drop below freezing, and the air was frozen by the terrible cold.

A substantial 'essence' light flickered in Nalox's eyes, and although he was caught off guard, the supreme leader of the mage group was not alarmed. Almost as the cold snap approached, the forbidden magician's unique permanent 'sexual' force field had been activated, and the invisible magic force field firmly blocked the 'tide' of negative 'sexual' energy on the periphery of his body, and then, the dazzling red 'color' light 'shot' out of his body, and quickly spread out in all directions, dissolving those cold currents into the invisible like the summer sun.

Even in the midst of the surprise attack, Naloth did not forget his son, his right hand placed on top of Kothwait's head never moved, and a soft but tough shield of energy emanated from his palm, enveloping the latter's body, insulating it from the bitter cold.

However, it was this action that led to the defeat of Nalox. When all of his 'essence' power was placed on the enemy hiding in the shadows, the 'essence' divine power like a flood broke through the magical force field outside his palm and rushed into his soul along his arm.

Compared with ordinary people and even *** masters, the soul world of a forbidden mage is significantly different, it is no longer just a simple combination of the sea of souls and space, it is more colorful: a huge ball of light hangs in the sky, like the sun outside, between it and the sea floats a white 'color' of light mist, when their number reaches a certain level, it will form white clouds, below the rudiments of these white clouds, the gentle sea breeze blows the sea surface of the tumbling heavy 'waves' and 'flowers'......

Everything is not much different from a primordial space that is taking shape, and this is the biggest difference between these spellcasters who temper their souls to gain more powerful power and those who have not yet mastered the rules, and those who are not much different from their power, but rely entirely on their talent to gain power. When their soul space becomes a complete space or world, their soul will be regarded as one of the many spaces in this universe, and as the master of this space, they will be given by the universe to a greater extent, usually, people call this stage a demigod, and if they can master the rules initially selected when they become a *** master to a certain extent, and then expand the soul space outside the body and become a world in the true sense, they will become gods.