The Shadow Guard, as the name suggests, is a group of armies that have never been made public and are hiding in the shadows.

It's just that this army is different from any army of the Darents.

It doesn't have a huge number, there are only seven people in total, including the commander, and it doesn't have any well-known achievements, and even the names of its members are a mystery.

According to the laws enacted by the Darents, the Shadow Guard would only choose to carry out the order if all members of the Supreme Council signed their names.

In a way, they are the last guardians of the Darrant civilization, the crystallization of the highest knowledge and technology of the entire civilization, and the ultimate weapon used to destroy powerful enemies.

Normally, unless the enemy attacks the home planet, the Council will not easily mobilize the Shadow Guard.

With a complicated and heavy heart, an envoy of the Council arrived at the oldest palace with a scroll of glittering magical brilliance, carefully placing it on a stone platform where the ancient torch was lit.

That's right!

It's ancient!

Thousands of years ago, the Darents popularized magical lamps that relied on energy to provide lighting, so torches, braziers, torches and the like have long been only found in some very old books.

Just as the envoy finished his mission and was about to turn away, he suddenly found that his body couldn't move for some reason.

Not only did the body lose control, but he couldn't even blink his eyes, and the whole person was like a lifelike sculpture.

Before he could react to what was happening, a dark shadow instantly jumped out of the flames and asked in an ancient language that most modern Darrants didn't understand at all, "Tell me...... Be...... Who...... ...... sent you"

I don't know if it's because I haven't talked for too long, but the voice sounds choppy and choppy, and every syllable is so clear that it keeps echoing in the depths of my mind.

"I ...... I am an envoy to the Supreme Council and have been instructed to hand over an order to the commander of the Shadow Guard. The envoy stammered in response.

"Parliamentary envoy, are we being attacked by a powerful enemy again?" the dark shadow muttered to himself, grabbing the scroll in his hand and slowly opening it.

Moment!

The magical sigils that symbolized status and power began to shine, and from a distance they looked as bright as the sun in the night.

"It is indeed an order of the Supreme Council. But I'm a little strange, this boy is really so heavy, and he needs us to do it?" asked the black shadow casually as he threw the scroll into the flames and burned it, without looking back.

According to the report given by the research department, these two boys of unknown race possess a hundred, thousand, or even ten thousand times more magical affinity than us Darents, as well as an innate ability to learn horrors. If we can incorporate their bloodline, perhaps we can take that crucial step and form a true immortality. On top of that, the one we adopted as a child carries an unknown dark blue liquid that can freeze everything including time, space, and matter. The parliamentarians agreed that he was the key to the future of the entire civilization......"

In order to be able to make the other party understand the importance of this task, the envoy had to describe it in a slightly exaggerated tone.

When he came, he already knew that the members of the Shadow Guard were all old guys who had lived for an unknown amount of time, and even from the beginning of civilization, the commander of the Shadow Guard had existed.

The long period of isolation has made these old guys with terrifying powers lose interest in the outside world, so every time they give an order, they have to have a period of adaptation to ensure that they can integrate into the new era.

"Oh, a race better than us! Sounds a little unbelievable! But it doesn't matter, anyway, they're still kids, so it's not too hard to deal with. Give me two months, and I'll be back with them in two months. ”

Say it, the shadow waved his hand slightly.

Moment!

The envoy found himself wrapped in some black unidentified substance.

Just a second later......

His eyes flickered to see that he had left the ancient building and returned to the quiet of the council.

"How, have the Shadow Guards received orders?" asked an old man impatiently.

"Yes, Your Excellency, one of them took the order from the Council. The envoy hurriedly bent down and bowed in the affirmative.

"yes, then I can rest assured. It's just not known who they will send this time. ”

"No matter who is sent, it's not something the two boys can handle. ”

......

Just as the supreme authority of the Darrants was once again relaxed, Luke was also following the boy to learn a lot of esoteric magical knowledge.

In just a week or so, he got rid of the original fragmented magic system and began to use energy in a more rational and efficient way, casting more powerful and lethal spells.

Feeling the energy stored in his body expanding exponentially, his heart was filled with excitement.

Nothing is more pleasing to the body and mind than a constant stream of strength.

However, this good mood did not last long, and was destroyed by a sudden group of Darrant spellcasters.

"Are they your men?" asked Luke, staring at the images transmitted back in the magic mirror.

"Of course! They are all members of my expeditionary force. It looks like your studies are coming to an end. The boy nodded with a gloomy face.

"So you're going back with them?" Luke asked.

"Kill them all, and then make the whole expeditionary force realize that I have betrayed them? No, I'm not that stupid. I'm going to start a war in this world and delay as long as I can. ”

When the boy said this, he was as cold as ice from the polar regions, and he didn't care how many lives the war would kill.

"Well, let's hope this war lasts a little longer. Besides, you don't seem to have told me what your name is, I can't just call you "brother," Luke teased in a half-joking tone.

"Names? hehe, I don't have a name. According to the Darantian tradition, no name without glory is not deserved, so none of them gave me a name. Normally, when I return triumphantly with the expeditionary force this time, they will give me a resounding name, either ordinary or memoral, based on my achievements......"