Nyx was strolling down the streets of the palace ground when he bumped into his superiors head-on.

It was a disaster, and it was impossible for Netherian to know every High Mage, so he was easily deceived. But his superiors knew him well.

"What are you doing here, Nyx." His superiors looked at him suspiciously, "You're not guarding the lookout, what are you doing here?" ”

The ground forces of the Obsidian Empire are really scattered enough, and Nyx has been missing for a day and a night, and his superiors have not even found out.

"Uh, I just saw an unidentified object fall near the palace, so come and have a look." Nyx repeats his old trick. "The result is the magic of the archmage Carré, a false alarm."

"Hmph, I'll verify your claim. Wait until I am done with my son's baptism. ”

Nyx shuddered. In Obsidian, baptism refers to the ritual at the age of ten. Failure to demonstrate a talent for magic during this ritual will result in an instant obliteration. Although some mages do not slowly show their talent for spellcasting until later, and some mages sometimes have stronger mana, they will still be killed by mistake, which is Obsidian of Blood.

Fifty years ago.

"Nyx! Come here! ”

"Brother!" Six-year-old Nexus trotted all the way to his brother, "Brother, what do you want me to do?" ”

"Nyx, I'm going to baptism soon. You know what, I may never see you again. ”

"Why, is baptism a far, far away?" Nyx asked innocently.

"It's not. But it could be that I'm going to far, far away. My brother's expression was a little desolate, as if he had borne a weight that he should not have borne at this age.

"Then you must give me communication magic! I still want to play with my brother! ”

A gust of hot wind blew and dried the tears on my brother's face.

"Ah, I want to play with you again, Nexus......"

"Well, it's a deal! We'll play together when you get back! ”

"It's a deal, Nexus." The brother hugged Nexus and turned away, not looking back.

It was the last thing Nyx heard his brother say. The same hot wind blew Nexus dizzily.

While he was immersed in his memories, his superiors were still saying to himself, "Even your son can become a mage, let alone my son, hahahahahaha." His superiors burst out laughing, this kind of sarcasm for their subordinates was a common occurrence in Obsidian.

"And what if he wasn't." Nyx said calmly.

"Impossible!" His superior shook his head frantically, "If not, then this little cub is not necessarily a mongrel born by someone!" ”

A nameless rage rose from Nyx's heart. He still remembers howling and crying when his son was baptized. His claws opened, and a ball of fireball rolled in his palm, making a sizzling sound.

"What, Nyx, what are you going to do?" His superiors frowned.

The fireball in Nyx's palm disappeared, and he said lightly, "It's nothing, just remembering the spell I used myself when I passed the baptism." ”

His superiors seemed to think something was wrong with Naix, but couldn't say it. He shook his head and walked away on his own.

"If it weren't for anything else, I'd kill you here......" Nexus said hatefully.

However, empty threats will not solve anything. Nyx was just an ordinary high mage, and there were many above him. Even with Lena's backing, if he fails to complete the mission on Earth, his life in Obsidian may not be guaranteed.

"Mistress Lena, I can go back." Nyx said into the air.

"Seems to be quite sensible." Erich breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Nyx was about to be exposed. "Get him back, Lena."

"Okay." As if to save face for her magister, Lena worked hard.

"Look at my heavenly spirit, the spirit of the earth, the gods of all walks of life!" Lena didn't know where she learned the words, and she even matched them with a bunch of dancing gods.

"I said Lena, it's not a spell for your portal." Only Christina and Zhang Chuanlan can understand her words, and only Christina can complain like this.

"No, but it sounds cool." Lena shook her head, and a portal appeared on the ceiling, "This sentence gives people a feeling of boundless mana. ”

"Forget it, it's not a good word......"

Nyx fell from the ceiling, and it seemed that Davian's balance was very good, and he didn't know what position, but he landed steadily.

On the other side, on the Yellow Emperor.

Smoke was billowing from the crack in the door of Lena's room.

But the smoke was violet.

The captain of the Yellow Emperor knew Lina's identity and did not dare to be self-conscious, so he hurriedly went to ask Parana. Barana couldn't contact Lena for a while, so he decided to go and see for himself.

When he arrived at the door, he had just touched the door when a face suddenly popped out, startling him.

This face is the face of an elderly man, it seems to be made of smoke, it is somewhat transparent, I can't see what this person looks like, I can only look at it, the beard is quite thick, the face is furrowed, it seems to have lived for a long time. As for how long this is, Parana does not dare to determine. There must be tens of thousands of years.

Barana was just about to retreat, when his face suddenly opened his mouth and spoke: "Ah, it's Lord of the Night, please come in." With that, the face dissipated, and the door opened a small slit of its own.

Lord of the Night? Who's that? Parana was a little strange, but now that the door was open, he didn't bother to ask who it was.

Lena's room didn't look like a girl's boudoir at all. There were all kinds of potions on the table, some slowly changing color over time, some emitting strange vapors, and Barana didn't dare to move, just looking for something that emitted smoke.

On what could barely be called a bed, Paraná found a book. It is a large, thick book with a gold border, and the brown cover seems to have undergone a lot of vicissitudes. The pages appear to be made of parchment. The violet text on the book was glittering, and in the middle of the page was a magic circle from which violet smoke was coming out.

Paraná took a step back and said to himself, "Just kidding, did my joke come true?" This book won't suck me in, will it......

He looked around, looking for something to close the book. He didn't want to touch such a book of unknown origin with his hands. He looked around, and finally found something like a golden cane in the place of the bookshelf, and he weighed it, and felt that it was still in his hand. So he took one end and touched the book with the other.

It's okay not to use that staff, but as soon as the end of the staff touches the book, the book suddenly turns countless pages, and a huge magic array rises from the book and spreads into several circles, like ripples. Parana hurriedly retreated, but the magic circle spread extremely quickly, spreading to the entire room in the blink of an eye, and then slammed it in, sucking Parana and the staff inside. The book flipped through a few more times and closed.

Paraná felt like falling into a toilet bowl and was constantly spinning in a whirlpool. He clutched the staff tightly, fearing it was the key to getting out. Then, as if being pumped down, he fell from the swirling magic, and so on until he fell into a blank space on all sides, where he could not see anything.

He got up and looked around, unharmed, still clutching the staff tightly in his hand. He remembered the lightsaber and laser pointer in his official gown, patted his shoulder, confirmed their position, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know what it is, I can't see anything. He walked in one direction with his staff, and within two steps of his journey, a violet figure appeared in front of him.

The man was dressed in a long robe with a hood that covered his face, making it impossible to see clearly, but a mustache reminded Barana of the man at the door of Lena's room.

"Ah, it's the Night King. What are you doing here? The figure spoke, and Parana heard the voice, it was the old man.

"I don't know any Night King." Parana picked up his staff and stepped forward, "Where is this?" ”

"I know...... Adults like to be alone...... Understandable......" the figure said in an older voice. "So, sir, please......"