"City Lord, you are really going back more and more." The headmaster snorted.

This hum made Tengerger feel like he was struck by lightning, and his breath suddenly withered.

"Dean, what do you want?" The city lord of Tengerger barely stood and did not kneel, he was facing the spiritual power of a mage.

Magister......

Although it is only a half-step gap with him, this gap is no different from Tianxin.

If you don't become a magic master, after all, you are just a mortal body, and you are different from mud.

"After seeing my disciple, you should know how important he is to me, right?" Dean Comiros's voice was indifferent, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"You know for yourself."

When the city lord heard this, his pale face turned even paler.

He had no doubt that he would die, and the importance of the future Holy Demon Guide was more important than that of the Dean of the Academy of Magic.

He originally thought that the other party would not be able to find out, but he still underestimated the horror of a magister.

In particular, the one in front of him is still the Jiuyang Magister, and half a foot has stepped into the existence of the Great Magister.

He had seen a five-star magister go berserk and blow up half a city the size of the Dawn City-State, leaving the other half of the city dead and wounded in the aftermath alone.

They are not only a status symbol, but also a symbol of disaster.

"Please grant me a request!" Tengerger gritted his teeth and fell to his knees.

"Please also don't do anything to my child, he is very kind, he has done nothing wrong."

It's late, it's too late, if I had known that Wang Sheng's identity was so big, I wouldn't have provoked Tengerger.

"I can agree to this request." The dean nodded, the old fellow would come and take him.

"Thank you!"

Tengerger closed his eyes, and the spiritual power around him quickly became chaotic.

"Father!" Pusto fell to her knees, tears falling in rows.

"Child......" The city lord of Tengerger reluctantly opened his eyes and smiled slightly. It's a pity that I can't see the day you get married. ”

"Father, I was wrong, the child knew that he was wrong, I shouldn't have made enemies for you, I shouldn't have been a knight!" He cried so badly, choked with tears, and dug his nails deep into his flesh.

"No, son, you're right." Tengerger's eyes were already close to death, and clouds spread out in the sky, revealing stars.

The Celestial Dome is in silent mourning for the Great Magician.

"It's the world that's wrong." He tried hard to focus his gaze on his son, but he couldn't gather anything.

"It would be nice if, if, the world was no longer so dark."

At the last moment of his life, Tengerger sighed that he may have repented and confessed his sins, or he may be fighting for his children.

Tengerger is dead.

A generation of great magicians, a group of people who stood at the top of the empire on the surface, each of whom could lead a city-state, died like this.

After the spiritual power boiled, it turned to freezing, the brain waves died, the magic element overflowed, and in the distance, only an emerald green seed was left.

This is the condensation of a great magician's life, Wang Sheng has seen in a certain book, a magician who voluntarily dies may produce this kind of thing.

It is said that it may be more precious than a dragon, or it may be cheaper than a small grass.

Either way, it's a life-threatening treasure for Pusto.

Wang Sheng didn't have any covetous intentions for it, and he wouldn't do such a thing to a weak person.

Now Pusto is a weakling, an out-and-out weakling.

"Alas......"

"Kid, let's go." The dean patted Wang Sheng on the back, step by step, and left here a little sluggishly.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

Wang Sheng ran to Ke Ersha's side in three steps and two steps, and picked him up.

Pusto must be in a bad mood right now, and maybe he will do something wrong.

Kolsa is in danger if she stays here.

Dean Comiros looked at it, didn't say anything, and walked ahead on his own.

Wang Sheng followed, following him.

"Child," the dean spoke slowly after a few moments.

"I'm here." Wang Sheng replied. Appears to be in a trance.

I don't know why, after the death of Tengerger, the great enemy of life and death, he was not happy at all.

Watching Pusto cry heartbreakingly, he didn't feel any pleasure at all.

Yes, it's just a blockage in the heart. Along the way, he carried Keelsa without saying a word, just thinking about a problem.

A very deep question.

Life and death, what is it exactly?

Is it the process from birth to death? Maybe yes, but he felt that it wasn't.

In this world, some people are not as good as life, and death is not as good as death, and they live in the middle of life and death, which is very painful.

And there are some people who live in the life and death controlled by others, are ignorant, and their lives are not up to them, and they may die on the unfinished road because of a mistake.

Tengerger is an example, he wanted to kill Wang Sheng, but was counter-killed by the dean's teacher.

He died, Pusto lost a loved one, and what did he gain?

If you change it, the teacher doesn't arrive, and you die, what does the other party get?

If you think about it, did the teacher also have a day when he was killed by a more powerful being?

Wang Sheng clearly knew that there were people outside the world, there was heaven outside the sky, and the people in this world were cultivating frantically, expecting that he would be the outsider, the sky outside the sky, but he never thought that such a path was wrong.

The correct path should be like the earth, or rather, like Huaxia.

The rule of law is moderate, everyone has the right to live, and will not be killed because of a strong existence.

He suddenly felt a sense of responsibility, the old mercenary man, thinking about it, how old he was, but still racking his brains to make money.

For what?

What are those immature eyes in front of the window eager for knowledge for?

What is the reason why that thin girl resolutely took up her weapon and entered the mercenary union?

Now, everything along the way, everything that came to this world, is churning in his mind.

The boys and girls who kill people without blinking, the slaves who slaughter at will, the ordinary people are like mustard in the eyes of the nobles, and the Pusto who shouts justice but doesn't understand anything.

This world, tens of thousands of years of history. But they have embarked on a crooked path, and the final result may be to find a path similar to that of earth socialism, or to perdition.

Who has the power to change all that? Who can save a world?

He looked up at the back of the teacher in front of him.

This old man, who is not young anymore, stands at the top of the continent of life with terrifying strength, but he is just the dean of the magic academy, sheltering, teaching, and groups of demons.

He can't change it.

Perhaps, there will be angels among the demons, but after all, there are very few.

Success is also a magician, defeat is also a magician, people, born equal, why are there three six nine?