Desperate.

Even though he had already died once, Robin was still terrified of death.

To be precise, he still cares about the world.

That's why I'm so reluctant.

That's why I'm so afraid of death.

Sister Rowling, the guy who is full of attachment to him, how sad she should be without him.

The silver-haired woman in his dream had sent him back from the land of the dead.

He wanted to know what had happened sixteen years ago, and he wanted to know the truth about the mockery of those countless dreams.

If you die, then everything will become a phantom.

He didn't dare to hope for another chance to come back from the dead.

Without him, the kingdom would have fallen into a demographic fault line, and countless people would have died.

A country without a future will be doomed.

So, he can't give up yet.

So, even though his hands were twisted and his limbs were missing, Robin still stubbornly raised his head.

Bang!

The thunder was magnificent, illuminating the bodies of the three people in a miserable light.

"Teach me!"

Robin shouted.

The vampire in the sky looked back in confusion.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a little surprised by the guy's tenacious vitality.

To be honest, this Tianyan's willpower exceeded her expectations.

In the countless wars she has experienced, even the mighty warriors have become vulnerable under her twisted power.

When their hands and feet are broken, they fall into a fearless fear of death.

There are very few people like Robin and Raven.

"Teach me!"

Robin shouted again.

Prisra and Raven came to their senses at the same time.

In the darkness of the night, Robin knelt on the ground and straightened his upper body.

Like a green bamboo standing proudly in the snow.

"What?" Raven replied to him with difficulty.

"Teach me."

Robin tilted his head and looked at Prisra with a determined gaze.

There was a flame of fire in his eyes.

Blazing.

"Teach me to defeat her!"

Robin's tone was calm, but his voice pierced through the heavy rain.

"Teach me to be a spell banter."

"Ahahaha"

As if hearing a big joke, Prisra leaned back and laughed.

But her thank you lasted ten seconds, and the smile froze on her face.

The vampire sees the power in Robin and Raven's eyes.

These mortals, not kidding.

That kind of look, that kind of unyielding look, reminded her of a faint shadow.

She hated the look.

"Do you think the Forbidden Spellmaster is that good?"

Prisra flew down from the sky.

She walked briskly over to Robin.

As soon as he raised his hand, Raven's hands began to snap back.

This time, Raven didn't shout.

She just looked at Robin with a determined gaze.

"Well, I hate that look."

Prisra waved his right hand.

Robin's body staggered suddenly, and he raised his elbow to catch his eye.

Blood flowed down his arm.

His severed hand dangled helplessly in front of his face.

Before that, something flew out of his eye socket and landed on the ground.

Not even a little splash.

His eyes.

and Raven's, all of them fell to the ground.

Prisra stepped over them mercilessly, stomping several distorted eyeballs under her feet.

"Why do you think that the forbidden spell master has gone through tens of thousands of years from ancient times to the present, but only a few have been born?"

Presra bent down and grabbed Robin's white wide cleric by the collar with one hand, lifting him off the ground.

The young man in front of him stubbornly tilted his face.

Where the eyes were, there were only two holes left.

Blood mixed with rain crawled all over his face, looking eerie and terrifying.

However, this Tianyan is still smiling.

This made Prisra even angrier.

"I hate you, it's this stinky face that's harder than a stone, it's disgusting."

Prisra sighed heavily.

She moved her neck and leaned her face closer to Robin.

The vampire's warm tongue licked the blood off Robin's face.

The long-lost flavor spreads to the mouth and nose.

"Forbidden spell master, it's not a realm that can be easily set foot in. Even trying to awaken power from the Land of Death is futile, as the warriors of the Sins Realm who have experienced death. ”

Prisra said viciously, "A Forbidden Spellmaster is a realm that requires talent and opportunity, as well as strength and time. ”

She lifted Robin higher so that his face was closer to hers.

But Plisra found that it was in vain.

Even though she wanted to show Robin her anger, the teenager was out of sight.

"Wouldn't it be too insulting for a beginner like you to become a forbidden spellmaster so easily?!"

Prisra suppressed her anger and squeezed the words out of her teeth.

"Nope."

A loud voice interrupted Prisla.

Raven's voice.

Prisra looked back at the Archmage of Itnair.

Raven stood up, a flat smile on his face.

The vampire's nasty grin.

"Like you said, Prisla."

Raven said slowly, his broken wrist recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye under the movement of her magic cage.

This time, Prisra uncharacteristically didn't interrupt her.

"Becoming a spell master requires talent and opportunity, but it doesn't take time."

Raven laughed and said, "You and I both know this, and that's something that all of a sudden, when we understand, we have it. ”

Prisla's eyes narrowed, and there was a red glint in his eyes.

"It's not a trade, so it can't be obtained through death, it's here, in our bodies."

Raven's new palm pressed against the brown mouth.

The heart was beating violently.

"The nature of magic."

"It comes from our hearts."

Thundered!

The thunder in the sky rolled and roared through the night sky.

Robin frowned, pondering her words.

For a moment, Prisra had the illusion that her fingers could no longer grasp the boy in front of her.

She sucked in, staring blankly at Robin's face.

Long.

"No, I don't understand." Robin trolling.

Raven covered his face in frustration.

The vampire was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Even if you say that magic comes from within, I don't know how to get to the path of the Forbidden Spellmaster, you have to guide me, you drunk!"

Robin said unwillingly.

"Alright, that's the end of your show." Prisra gently lowered Robin to the ground.

"I'm running out of time."

The vampire took the Corona Staff at his side and walked towards Raven.

Raven's tectonic power was still restoring her eyes.

In a limited field of view, she captures the blurred figure of a vampire.

and Robin, who is on his knees.

Raven walked past Prisra and turned his face towards Robin.

"What do you think magic is?!"

She shouted, oblivious to the looming danger.

"Why is my ability construct, why is Vivan's ability fluid, why is this damn vampire, it's a fucking twist?!"

"No, I don't understand."

Robin trolling.

"Because that's what we are, you idiot!"

Essence?!

"Find your essence so that you can step into that world!"

Bang!

Thunder is a masterpiece.

Tear the sky apart.

"Don't struggle, it's impossible"

Prisra stopped suddenly.

Her shadow was stretched to the ground, obscuring Raven's body.

Shadows, not because of thunder.

It's because—

A golden glow suddenly appeared behind her.

Light from Robin.