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After all these years, Kent has never been more ecstatic than he is today. The physical problem has been completely solved, and there is no longer the embarrassing situation of not being able to control the body movements. The soul of the necromancer has also completely fused with this more perfect lich body, and the future cultivation is almost a smooth road! Maybe in less than a week, Kent can easily break through to level eight, and in the future, level nine must not be a problem.

"Huh...... Hey...... Hahaha-! A smile gradually bloomed on Kent's face, from a faint smile, to a grin, and finally to a wild laugh.

With a soul in the Sage realm and a strong body close to the Sage, with enough time, Kent is confident that he will be able to return to the Sage realm as a lich and take a different path, even further than when he was a necromancer!

The old lich looked crazy, but Durand on the side was expressionless, he stood quietly, and did not say anything about the old lich's smugness.

After laughing for more than a minute, Kent let out a long breath, as if he was about to spit out all these years of grievances. He turned his head to look at Duland, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he stepped forward with a smile and bowed: "Duland, thank you very much for your help this time." ”

"It should." Durand smiled faintly and said calmly, "As long as you don't forget about our deal." ”

"How so?" Kent laughed, and then asked seemingly casually, "Oh yes, you scared me out before, what happened?" Are you suddenly out of control of your power? ”

Kent asked, naturally, about the anomalies that Durand had in the process of transforming his body before.

Durand frowned slightly when he heard this, shook his head, and did not answer.

"Heh, since Durand you don't want to say it, forget it." Kent looked very kind: "About our deal...... Well, how about I'll go to you in a little while? ”

"No, I'll come to you in a while." Durand said.

Kent frowned slightly, was silent for a moment, then laughed again, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll wait here for you." ”

Durand nodded: "Okay, I'll go first." ”

"I'll send you." Kent seemed unusually enthusiastic.

"Not necessarily."

After helping Kent transform his body, Durand seemed to be a little absent-minded, not talking much, and there was no expression on his face. He picked up the dwarven musket that had been placed aside, slung it on his shoulder with his backhand, and then turned and left the room, heading down the haunted street. As for Kent, Durand didn't even ask too much about the effect of his body modification, and only asked casually as if he had left it behind.

Kent was keenly aware that Durand was frowning when he left.

The old lich stood in the doorway without saying a word, staring at Durand as he drifted away, his face uncertain.

As the sun sets, Durand walks alone through the streets of the City of Shepherds, walking aimlessly.

Looking at the direction he was walking, it was obvious that he was not going back to Lanling Fort in Shangcheng District, and he didn't know where he was going, or he was just wandering around casually.

His lips pursed tightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Then he simply stopped, stood in the middle of the street as if no one was around, and then he slowly closed his eyes. The mind slowly sank into the body, all the way to the elemental crystal located in the heart. Durand "looked" at the elemental crystal in his body with an inward view, or more precisely, he was looking at the smallest wisp of fire in the deepest part of the crystal, but it was indeed there.

This flame is located in the very center of the elemental crystal, I can't tell what color it is, it seems to have no color, but it seems to contain all kinds of colors.

It's so small that there's hardly any sense of it. Ice and flames wrapped around this flame, and once these two extremely powerful forces approached the flames, they actually became extremely docile. The flame was quietly suspended in the elemental crystal, swaying gently, and no powerful power fluctuated throughout, looking pitifully weak, but it was born with a very unique aura - it was a lofty aura, an awe-inspiring aura, a ...... It seems to be the breath that can make all things surrender.

For a long time, Durand reopened his eyes.

A look of extreme complexity flashed in his eyes, with surprise, surprise, confusion and hesitation.

"There shouldn't be a mistake, I didn't expect my Durand to condense this thing so quickly......" Durand muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, slowly spitting out a word:

"Demigod Tinder."

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After returning to Lanlingburg, Durand quietly returned to his room and pondered quietly.

Because now he had to make an extremely important decision, a decision about the demigod fire.

In this plane, the Professions are divided into levels one to nine, and above them are the Sages, the legendary powerhouses of Sendlo. Above the legend, there is a high plane god. Since Durand has been in a state of self-sealing for a long time, his strength is only about the peak of the seventh level, and his real strength is actually the Sage realm.

What many people don't know is that above the sage (legend), under the denigration of the gods, there is another stage - that is, the demigods.

Demigod, a simple word, represents a long road. And the beginning of the demigod realm is marked by the self-condensation and formation of a strange flame in the body, that is, the demigod fire.

"So I'm already a demigod?" Durand's face was strange, and until now, he still couldn't believe it.

Durand condensed the demigod fire in the process of helping Kent transform his body, which was not expected by him at all!

At that time, Durand was so shocked that the power of the guide was instantly out of control, and he almost hit Kent on the spot. Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise Kent would have been seriously injured if he did not die, and he might have been left with permanent damage and defects.

Durand thought back to what he had learned at Sendlow, and he knew that the process of condensing the fire was actually completely self-directed, and had nothing to do with his own will, but only depended on whether the "amount" of the analysis of the rules was sufficient. From sages to demigods, the most important thing is the analysis of the rules. This is true not only for Battlemages, but also for other classes. Once the total amount of the parsing rules exceeds a certain threshold, the Sage will automatically break through to the demigod realm and condense a little fire in his body, that is, the demigod fire.

Durand spent five years in the City of Shepherds, during which time he never let go of his analysis of the rules of the plane, mainly watching the battle in the Colosseum of Batlló. He didn't expect that he had unknowingly analyzed so many rules, and in the process of helping Kent transform the body of the lich, Durand took the opportunity to parse a large number of rules, passing the threshold from sage to demigod in one fell swoop.

This would have been a good thing, and if it was in Sendlow, Durand would have been so happy that he couldn't even sleep. However, the current situation is a bit complicated, because with the condensation of the demigod fire, Durand is extremely depressed: this position seems to be ...... in the face of his own suppression Stronger.