After death, it usually takes seven days for souls to drift from the land of death to Soul Island, during which time dark mages are able to capture their souls and refine their spirits.

"Young Master, we're here."

Caron dropped the reins, and the carriage came to a halt on the edge of the cliff, and after all these days, the crater was still burning, and the air was terribly dry, no wonder the more you walked here, the purer the sky became.

Oreo poked his head out of the carriage, and on the way the two met the Vinada army, and they hurried south, as if they had suffered a defeat, but it did not seem to be the case.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it casually in the air, the rich resentful energy almost didn't need to be condensed to inject into the Black Gospel, before he came, he expected that this would be an extremely tragic battle, so he brought a total of five Black Gospels, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated the power of the war.

The crater is almost invisible, everything in the horizon is black, the charred stone road, the black crater, the black Alessandro Mountains, the whole world is like being engulfed in fire, only black bones are spitting out.

"Is this the destruction caused by the spell?"

He muttered, and Caron looked down the pit, then leaped down, and in a moment he jumped up from below, holding a black bottle in his hand.

The mouth of the bottle was unsealed, and the black liquid inside was burning.

"It's all over the pit."

"Is that so?"

Oreo muttered, vaguely guessing how the pit had formed.

If the plain were full of this flammable black liquid, a gap in the land and a little flame would burn in the confined space, resulting in a devastating explosion, as the charred Alessandro Mountains in the distance seemed to explain well.

He vaguely thought of the scene of that day, the people of the plains were blown away by the explosion, and before they could hit the ground, they were engulfed in flames, and in such extreme heat, the flesh and blood would burn almost at the same time, and some people could not even let out a wail. The army of the East Ikra simply did not have time to retreat, and more than 200,000 soldiers were engulfed in flames in the blink of an eye.

If the other dark mages saw such a scene, they would probably faint with excitement, but Oreo would have a sense of sadness that the rabbit had died.

But sorrow to sorrow, he still had to do the work, he took the five black gospels from the carriage, and with the infusion of black magic, the special vessel was soon excited, and they floated in front of Oreo, the pages trembling violently with the infusion of energy, like five babies waiting to be fed.

The five Black Gospels were quickly filled, and the ink on the pages was so thick that it seemed that the human spirits were much stronger than the animal ones.

After a little inspection and confirmation of accuracy, Oreo closed the last black gospel, and the black teleportation array expanded from under his feet.

"I'll have to go back to Jessel to make some black gospels, and it's a shame that these spirits are wasted."

Cuarón nodded, and was about to walk into the teleportation circle with Oreo, but the latter shook his head.

"I'm not the only black mage on the continent, you go to the other side of the pit and watch for me, the resentful spirit energy there is much stronger."

"Yes, young master."

Cuaron answered, and he ran along the edge of the pit towards the opposite side, the black gospel crackling behind him, this is an ultra-long-distance teleportation, and it will consume more than twenty pages of the black gospel at a time.

Angelo returned triumphantly, he could get from Preston to Yesel in three days at the earliest, and Oreo had to take care of everything before Angelo returned to Yesel, which is why he used the undead energy so extravagantly.

I don't know how many times Caron looked back, Oreo finally turned into a black mist and disappeared.

The valet had fought with the Emperor of Ikra for many years, and he considered himself a murderous executioner, but what he had experienced was nothing compared to Angelo's handwriting.

This war will have a profound impact on the pattern of the continent, the Vinada Empire and the East Ikra Empire will be greatly damaged, and if the Okassim Empire is a little stronger, it may be possible to dominate the continent in one fell swoop.

But as things stand, it will take at least a decade for the Okasim Empire to recuperate and develop a strong army, and no one can predict what will happen in those ten years.

Cuarón landed firmly on the edge of the crater, facing Preston, staring at the sky above him, aimlessly thinking about something.

After a while, a sharp voice sounded behind him, and he could tell that it was the sound of the teleportation circle, so he turned his head vigilantly and stared at the expanding white magic circle.

Oreo went to Jessel to make the Black Gospel, and no matter how fast it was, it would take two or three hours, and there was no reason for him to go and come back.

Maybe it's true that as he said, another dark mage covets the resentful energy here.

Caron sneered and put on Zelta's helmet and hid silently behind a dead log, he had been thinking about becoming a dark mage for so many years, and now his chance had come.

A hazy figure appeared in the middle of the teleportation circle, and now he could retreat at any time, and it was not time to attack.

Karon carefully observed the situation through the gap in the dead wood, and the black mage watched as he took half a step forward, and the white magic circle under his feet began to slowly shrink.

Now is the time!

"Click"!

Caron blasted away the dead wood with a punch, and the long-standing punch went straight to the man's head, and the man's reaction was quite fast, and she also turned around and threw a punch, the fist was eerily black, and the hot steam continued to spew out from under her arm, melting her nightdress in an instant.

The two fists collided violently, and the tormented earth was once again shattered by the fist wind, and the flames in the pit were swept away by the strong wind, and after a while, they quickly gathered.

The same shock appeared on the faces of both men.

"Caron!"

"Miss Atifa?"

Cuarón withdrew his fist, "Why are you here?" ”

"I don't know."

Atifa looked at the surrounding scene with trepidation, explaining, "I just wanted to teleport to the city of Eclair, but I didn't expect to teleport here...... Where is this? ”

Caron pointed to the opposite side of the pit.

"Preston City, the battlefield of the East Ikra and Venada, the young master and I are here to draw the spirits, the prepared Black Gospel has run out, he is on his way to get the Black Gospel, I am here to watch out for thieves."

"Absorb the wraith?"

Atifa's expression changed for a moment, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Is this what he did?" ”

"This has nothing to do with the young master."

Caron shook his head and stopped his gaze on Atifa's scales, "Miss, aren't you going to put this thing away?" ”

"Oh."

Atifa replied with a conscious reply, and she raised her right hand, the scales on her arm gradually softening into her skin, but after a few moments they popped out like sharp blades.

"It's ......"

She struggled to take two steps back, her expression hideous, and more and more scales burst out of her body, turning into a dragon.

"Miss Atifa."

Caron took two steps forward worriedly, it was not a good thing to be inexplicably dragonized, not to mention that Atifa was still inexplicably teleported here, and the two accidents happened at the same time, which was inevitable to some extent.

"Don't come near me!"

Atifa slapped him away, and she struggled as she fell to the ground, massive bone wings sticking out from her back, muscles and veins clinging to the thing. Cuarón's gaze followed the wings all the way up, and by the time he came back to his senses, Atifa in front of him had completely transformed into a dragon.

It prostrates on the ground, spreads its wings, and stares at itself with orange-red eyes.

Caron shouted Atifa's name, but she clearly couldn't hear it.

"Whew!"

The dragon opened its bloody jaw, and dragon flames erupted from its mouth, and Karon dodged the blow with lightning speed, and he stayed on the distant rock, staring at the dragon from afar, ready for its next attack.

It didn't seem to pursue itself, but retracted its wings and slowly crawled in place, its head buried in the ruins, as if resting.

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