It's unpleasant.

Richard thought to himself.

This subtle unhappiness had haunted him since the time of his temporary alliance with Longman Hall after his fireside meeting, and Richard stumbled upon the fact that Rasputchin was a "cross" high-header.

In everyone's eyes, he was Rasputinovich, Steppenwolf, the wizarding leader of the Blacktower, and the former Richard had been trying to imitate the dead wizard in order to prevent his identity from being revealed

But is it really necessary for him to continue to act in this way?

Richard recalled his true purpose.

Why did he get here?

For Richard, his current position and power seemed to fall from the sky, so he was never so arrogant as to think that he had put in much effort.

However, Richard did have a proactive attitude that was unimaginable to him as a small citizen in the past:

He took the initiative to take in Willett Edward, even if he wanted to tear his face with Marion Green, the "crownee", and he did not hesitate to dare to decisively attack a cardinal.

He wants to take control of the Council of the Black Tower, and he wants to fulfill his ambitions

And all of this, at the end of the day, is about being able to gain peace of mind.

The experience of the year just "crossed" is the most impressive memory of Richard's life.

He had always felt that he was an ordinary person, so what seemed like a short career as a wizard apprentice was enough to make a huge difference in his mentality

Like duckweed in the water, helpless, unable to grasp the direction of his destiny

Richard was intimidated by such a life.

Living in a civilized society, there is an illusion of stability that can blind oneself, but in the Mayan world, the cruel nature of the relationship between people emphasizes the law of the jungle, and it is "naked".

I want to keep climbing.

Even after becoming a legendary wizard in one step, the road to becoming stronger will not end here.

After becoming the pinnacle of the extraordinary, there are also crowned ones, otherworldly saints and demon kings, as well as demigods, subgods, and even true gods.

The more he wanted, the more annoyance ensued, and as a result, he now seemed desperate to make a difference, but Richard did not get the slightest sense of reassurance from it.

Wouldn't it be a reversal of the cart before the horse, if it is just to achieve the goal, to be wronged by the calculations and calculations all day long, and to be plagued by disturbing conspiracies?

There is no need.

Richard thought to himself.

Completely, no, there is this necessary.

He, unlike the real Raspuchin, already has someone to trust and trust.

His demon gods, his students, his knights, each of them, will bring him great power and benefits. Sooner or later, they will become, or are already big enough to influence the world, and they have a pivotal position.

As Joan said, Richard did want to hide himself behind the scenes, because he didn't have the lofty ideals to achieve at the risk of his life, but he didn't like to waste his life on trivial intrigues.

Especially talking to some guys who have lived for an unknown number of years, and their hearts and minds have rotted too much, will only make people feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Everyone knows that conspirators do not become companions and can betray at any time. Immersing himself in the tireless, slimy "entanglement" with them all day long may be a little bit of good, like Raspuchin, but what does it mean to him?

Who is the "preacher"?

He will eventually become his enemy. Since he was playing the idea of the spark, Richard would never back down.

What's more, this guy is now eyeing the object that Qiong An wants to woo again.

Since it is the enemy, then

"I don't want to hear it anymore."

“？”

McQueen Mathers was stunned for a moment, seemingly unaware of Richard's change in mentality.

"Joan, get ready. Do you have any power-ups that can unleash your psychic abilities? ”

The black-robed wizard ignored the man's reaction and turned to Joan to ask.

"You want to kill this guy?"

The knight asked softly.

"Nope."

As he spoke, the Spell Spirit Lord had raised his originally fallen fist high again.

The storm set off an invisible and huge wave, and the rolling angry waves wrapped in the cobwebs that fell from the sky, resurfaced in the spirit world, and the expression on the face of the "preacher" suddenly froze.

"Wow."

Joan whistled.

"As a former victim, it's really pleasant to witness others take this trick alive."

On the face that belonged to "George Browning", his still handsome features were twisted by pain, his eyes rolled and his mouth foamed, and his nose flowed with hot blood, and then he collapsed limply as if his soul had lost his mind.

"Sure enough."

This guy didn't make any progress, and he didn't find a way to crack the Spell Lord's means.

After being hit by the "lattice shock", the preacher's consciousness is still forcibly detached from the "possessed one".

It's because he knows that he can't beat him, so after meeting himself, this guy will choose to compromise with him as soon as possible, right?

However, this time, the black-robed wizard's silent actions did not end there.

The other party has not improved, but he is different.

The last time was Richard's first battle as a wizard, and after the war, he had already learned his lessons and sorted out a set of fighting styles that suited him, and successfully implemented them in actual battles after that

In short, Richard's biggest flaw is his lack of means of change. Although they have mastered legendary magic, they do not have the corresponding secondary magic system. Therefore, the longer the time drags on in traditional battles, the more disadvantageous it will be for him, who can only charge up and release "special moves" overnight.

Therefore, what Richard needs to do is to try to make this "three-plate axe" more lethal and threatening, and he will be beaten in a group of people, and he will attack if he can sneak attack, and the means that can make the other party poisoned, injured, and cursed will be thrown out first, and those who can be killed in one breath will never be let go.

The black-robed wizard raised his wand in the air.

"Mental Storm!"

With the light of the gem at the top of the snake staff blooming, in the spiritual vision of the master and servant, a black shadow that was so dim that it could not be seen at all without careful attention appeared in the air.

Seeing this, the female knight's eyes flashed.

"My dear lord, have I ever mentioned to you that I learned from the hands of those madmen in the Inquisition a secret technique that is said to be capable of imprisoning souls?"

"No, you didn't."

The black-robed wizard replied lightly.

"I just wanted to experiment casually, I didn't even expect psychic magic to actually work on his magic."

"In the past, I just thought it was a useless trick to cheat money from the Pontifical Council. Now it seems that there is a time when it will be useful."

Saying this, Qiong An took out a box with a strange shape carved with a simple pattern on the outside from her pocket.