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The entire world was shrouded in black flames.

A straight and steep avenue leads to the castle on the hillside. The castle's shadows, with its countless Gothic spires and oversized ornate arches, make up the outline of the castle, which resembles a hill of corpses of gun-armed soldiers.

The carriage rumbled from afar, as if it were riding a thunderbolt. More than a dozen fierce horses are jet-black in color, and the pure bloodline makes the fur of the fierce horses shiny. A massive iron mask covers the horse's head, revealing only its nostrils and eyes. The eyes are also black, like the deepest black holes. The movements of the fierce horses were uniform, graceful and luxurious, and they came in step without hurry.

The most mysterious thing is that this carriage is not driven by a coachman, as if it is a puppet pulled by invisible silk threads. As the carriage scrambled down the avenue, the sign of a white skull on the carriage floated by. This terrifying skull symbol is the supreme master of this Black World.

The carriage stopped inside the castle, and a figure jumped out of it. Under the large black moire cloak is a large shiny back. The face of the twenty-something looked left and right, and seemed a little nervous and uneasy.

Nero has been away for four years, and a lot has happened over the years, and he's been growing. From the cowering teenager back then, he has grown into this cautious young man today. He always thought that after all these years of hard work, he would definitely make great progress enough for him to return to this castle with pride. But the moment he jumped out of the carriage, he realized that he was wrong, and the gloom and coldness of this castle were still the same as they were at the beginning, which made him tremble in awe.

Like a devil's roar, a gust of wind swept through the alleys of the castle, lifting Nero's cloak, and underneath the cloak was a black silk robe that was now slightly smaller, and in the center of the robe, in front of Nero's chest, was the same white skull emblem. At the top of his waist, a holster was tightly tied, and inside the holster hung was an Alaskan hunting knife. Not to mention the fact that this hunting knife was so well made, the conditions for obtaining it alone were enough to make Nero proud. Only within a month, hunting five polar bears, can you become the owner of this knife.

Nero tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and as if he had made up his mind, he bowed his head and walked towards the main white building in the center of the square. In this world, everything is predominantly black, with black carriages, black churches and arches, black marble floors, and black cloaks and robes. But only the building in the center of the square is white. Towering stone steps, huge frescoes, vertical prisms and curved tops, and baroque reliefs, everything is white. When so much white comes together, it doesn't give a sense of holiness. Because the frescoes depict human beings suffering in purgatory, and the reliefs depict angels with broken wings and dancing ghouls. This piece of white conveys that kind of white bones-like fear.

Nero stepped up the steps, and the closed white door slowly opened. Nero looked back again, glanced at the large black shadow, and hurried through the door.

At the end of the corridor that was burning with glittering flames, a dark shadow suddenly flashed. The shadows are a chaos, in which nothing can be seen clearly. But a hoarse voice came from the shadows, "Nero? ”

It seemed that it had been a long time since he had encountered such a thing, and Nero's face became ugly. However, he still tore off the robe on his body with force, and in the center of the robe, where the white skeleton originally belonged to, there was really a white skeleton tattoo slowly appearing on his white chest, and at the same time, Nero's original dark green eyes became as scarlet as flames.

"Very well," the black shadow dissipated like a dark cloud, and at the same time a distant phrase floated in the distance, "welcome back." ”

Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, a huge study appeared in front of him. The tall bookshelf stood like a titan in the room, and a faint charcoal fire burned in one corner of the room, and next to the charcoal fire, sat a gray-haired old man. The wrinkles on his face are like old trees, and his half-squinted eyes make people wonder whether he is awake or asleep.

But the moment Nero stepped gently into the room, the old man said lightly, "You're here?" ”

"Yes, Professor, I'm here."

Nero walked over to the coals, unfastened his cloak, and sat down respectfully.

"Over the years, you have developed very well in Shanghai." The old man's eyes never opened, "I'm quite proud of you." ”

"Professor Xie Luxie. I'm just doing my duty as a student and trying to put what I've learned into practice. As for the good results, that's thanks to your teachings. ”

"Heh, you kid. It seems that I have learned the flattery of the Chinese. My teachings? I teach no less than ten students, but not every single one of them can find a few Ministrian envoys as his subordinates. Not to mention the dozen Ambershad-class enslavers under your command, as well as countless sheep demons and minotaurs. ”

"It seems that you can't hide it from the professor." Nero was shocked, the three Ministrian-level demon mages he had secretly summoned were an absolute secret that he had hidden for a long time. Unexpectedly, at this time, the professor said lightly, and fine beads of sweat poured out under his big back.

"I just like your timidity." Suddenly, the old man came up with such a sentence. "Maybe others think it's a shame for you to be cowardly. But I think that's the greatest quality of your success. It's easy to be lawless and fearless, but only timidity and reverence can make you live longer. ”

"That's it." Nero nodded, and wiped the beads of sweat from his head with the collar of his robe.

"So, what is the matter with you coming this time?" The old man, with his eyes closed, showed a hint of a smile.

"It's about that guy. A while ago, Konstantin came to me and asked me to stop all activities. Said that it couldn't disturb that guy's test...... I always thought that guy was a little too rampant. ”

"Hehe, after so many years, don't you still dare to call him by his name?" As if a little dissatisfied, the old man's smile froze, and the air seemed to become viscous and stagnant at this moment, and the faint charcoal fire became even darker. "It took thousands of years for us to emerge victorious from that internal war. The west wind finally overwhelmed the east wind, and the castle finally stood on the land. In our world, this is the only master. But for that Oriental student, don't you even dare to mention the name? He's many years below you, and he's only enrolled when you left here. There is almost no record of fighting, but you are so afraid of him? ”

As if suppressed by the old man's string of questions, Nero took a deep breath before answering in a low voice, "Over the years, I have heard a lot of rumors about him. And about his test, there is news that ......"

"His name is Li Zicheng! He's just a student at this Demon Academy! In the entire Dark World Realm, the Western Department is the supreme master! This is also for what the name of the Dark World is called Hell, not the underworld in the mouth of the Easterners! Ignoring Nero's answer, the old man's voice rose an octave and shouted to himself.

"I admire your timidity, but you lack a temperament. That kind of temperament that is unique in the world! You are my best student, but I am disappointed! ”

The old man was out of breath and paused for a long time before lowering his voice again, and in the same slow and steady tone as before, he continued, "Let me answer your doubts. The rumors about Li Zicheng's trial are true. In his graduation defense, he made it clear that he would not graduate until he had completed the examination and verified his thesis conjecture. So even though he left the Academy, he is still a cadet, not a seductress like you. ”

"Konstantin's little kid is not wrong. His test requires a perfect environment, and if you move too much, it will arouse the vigilance of those séances and make Li Zicheng's test more difficult. ”

"So, what was his test?"

"Summon the Demon King, destroy the capital, and open the passage between hell and the world under the capital."

Capital. Inside a chic family hotel.

"You're here again?" The silver-haired Li Zicheng said coldly. He sat meticulously on the edge of the bed, while behind him, behind the door of the room, leaned against a slightly drunken Constantine.

"What? Am I kind enough to help you, or is this attitude? Konstantin grinned and sat down on the TV stand.

"So, you're done?"

"Of course. Who am I? Konstantin. Sell me a face. Each of the major Demonic Cities has reduced its activity. You can take the test with peace of mind. ”

"Self-proclaimed clever guys. There are more séances in the capital, and I met a team tonight. Li Zicheng's hand was on his chest, and his face was full of disgust.

"What? It stands to reason that if the demon's activity is less, these séances will go on vacation or something? Why did you still come to the capital when you had nothing to do? Konstantin was stunned, he didn't expect that things were going wrong.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how many séances are here, my test will be carried out according to the plan." Li Zicheng said in that condescending tone. In his eyes, only he is the supreme existence, and as for the séances and seductress, they are just a group of clowns.

His scarlet eyes were reflected in the window, and outside, the rainstorm had stopped and the skyline had lit up slightly.

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