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Joanna, who had thick nerves, had no intention of hiding it in her heart at all, so she asked directly, "What about you... I remember you saying that there is no concept of time here. ”

"You won't be hungry or tired, you are so much stronger than Mo Ran, if you are prepared, you can take turns to destroy them."

"Don't tell me, you guys ended up dying because you were bored."

The old wizard was choked by Joanna's stupid question, snorted angrily, and said very unceremoniously, "Little one, don't think of us as useless. ”

"The land under your feet is the Magical Congress of the Americas, and every wizard here is the best of the best, probably better than the mentor who taught you."

"But you still haven't told me how you died?"

He rolled his eyes, but the old wizard's face gradually became serious, "They are death." ”

"It's not just an adjective."

"In fact, they can absorb the power of death."

"It didn't take long for the battle to realize that the bodies of those who died at the beginning were gone, and the corresponding increase in the strength of the silent group of people was increased."

"We suspect that they are no longer pure obscures, and that in this unknown space, there is a good chance that something more unknown has undergone this twisted creature born from a wizard that we have never really understood."

"One side can't kill a monster that can draw strength from death, and the other side is an ordinary living person."

"Even if we don't get tired or hungry, what will the final result of resistance be?"

"I think you already know."

Clearly, Philiat III and the others encountered the first and most common situation facing the undead, the despair that came from the infinite resurrection and domination of the undead army.

Like the ghouls of the world of ice and fire, the armies of the undead are always fighting more and more, while the power of the living is depleted less and less.

And the vitality consumed by the living just makes up for the undead.

The experience was desperate.

The faces of the witches were ugly, and it was obvious that they had nothing to do with such creatures, and Philiyat III was right, they did not have the powerful magic of the elite wizards in the Magic Congress, and they did not have special magic for the undead.

In addition to finding a way to run away quickly, stubbornness is just dying.

But at this time, Madison, who had been fishing for a long time, suddenly coughed lightly and angrily brushed his sense of existence.

"You're giving too little information." She said to the old man in the portrait, "All the key information has been blurred by you, and only a general approximation has been given. ”

"As a person who should have participated in the front-line battles and is still the speaker, you should know the most."

"Don't tell me that your not-so-brilliant head has forgotten even such important information under the erosion of time?"

Joanna in front of her screamed dissatisfiedly and said, "Don't learn from me." ”

The old wizard seemed calm, "What do you want to know?" He asked rhetorically.

"Resurrection." Madison said.

"What the hell are you talking about resurrection, the black smoke that restores them? Where did the black smoke come from, and those corpses, how did they disappear, could it be that right under your noses, the sound of biu is gone? ”

"We need more information."

"These things have the most detailed records in the memory room, but if you want to know, I'll pick some important ones and tell you in advance."

"First of all, the corpses, they didn't disappear suddenly."

"Silently assimilated them, these things have no specific form, as long as a silent black body touches the dead corpse, the black silently will soon completely envelop the corpse."

"When I opened it again, the body was gone."

And then there's their self-healing. Black smoke is just a metaphor, if it were more figurative, they are more like some kind of liquid, black and red, like plasma. ”

"They are strange in color and shape, and it is difficult to describe them in words, which is why we have memories."

"And... They don't come into being out of nowhere. ”

Madison raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you sure?" ”

She had already rolled off Joanna's back, and she had not been physically or physically damaged because she had been mentally stimulated by looking at the evil god.

Fortunately, Madison didn't watch for long, and the evil god's erosion of her was not deep, and the double mental power and brain occlusion made it difficult for her to break free.

But she was not proficient in Occlumency, and after breaking free from the whispers and murmurs of the evil gods, Madison herself withdrew from Occlumency.

By this time, her spirit had improved a lot, and she did not continue to rely on Joanna.

Even if Joanna didn't mind, Madison himself thought it was weird.

"I'm pretty sure." The old man replied firmly, "These repairs do not come from the Silent Ran itself, but from the ring in their hands. ”

"Rings?"

Madison felt even stranger to himself.

Not only her, but everyone else as well," I remember silently not having a concrete form. Joanna said, "In that lump state, they can still have rings?" ”

"Occasionally, they still take on their human form, and on their right hand, they have the same ring, which is like a bloody plasma flowing out of it, mending their death and wounds."

"Even in its silent form, the plasma will still appear, and we will repair it directly, but we can't see where this plasma comes from."

It's really weird.

Imojin and the others had solemn expressions, originally thinking that they were just some silent troublemakers, but they were just a little stronger, but they didn't expect them to have immortal characteristics.

I thought that this was the end of the matter, and it was just a mutation that had silently occurred, but now, it has involved a new problem.

Where did these rings come from, or rather. What the hell are they.

According to the old wizard's statement, it is clear that all the rings are the same style, and he does not know them, because if they were worn by these wizards before their deaths, the old wizard should be able to name these rings, or at least use them.

So, how exactly did these rings come about.

Anything can happen in the wizarding world.

Was it originally hidden in the Congress, and was found by these silent accidents, or was something that entered that space and changed, and the so-called ring was never born.

The witches had no way of knowing.

And compared to the origin of these rings, they are more interested in what the ring can do. As well as the ring itself, a little more interested.

However, unlike Imogen and the others, who were solemn and curious, Madison's expression was strange, and it could even be said that it was even stranger than before.

She felt something familiar.

In fact, when the old wizard used the word plasma to describe the substance that repaired the obscurity, Madison sounded so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.

And when the ring style appears, this vague feeling of not being very good is even stronger.

She felt like she must have seen it somewhere. Or I've heard of this kind of thing, but I just can't remember it for a while.

Not everyone has a good memory, and not everyone can play the magic of extracting memories as skillfully as a levitation charm.

After thinking for a long time without thinking of any more clues, Madison decided not to torture his head.

"What kind of ring is that?" Joanna next to her had already helped her ask the question in her heart.

But of course, she was destined to go unanswered.

"How do I know?" The old wizard rolled his eyes, "If I know, do I still need to stand inside the portrait and talk to you?" ”

No one can explore all the mysteries of the wizarding world, and no one dares to say that they know all the mysteries of magic, so it is too normal for some magical items to appear that no one knows.

"What about the features?" Madison continued, "What does the ring look like, it must have some character. ”

"I do remember that there was a very peculiar pattern on the surface of the ring, like some kind of sign or symbol."

Obviously, the appearance of the ring portrait wizard was firmly in his mind, and without hesitation, he immediately gave an answer, even if he was just a portrait and couldn't release magic, it would not be difficult for him, because the next moment, the portrait of the old man pointed forward with his right hand, and said directly.

"It's exactly the same as that."

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This sentence almost scared the witches into a cold sweat.

I have to say that the timing of the portrait of the old man is too good, almost exactly the same as those classic shots in the movie, Joanna is afraid that she will turn her head and see the monster chasing behind her. That is, silently standing behind them.

They saw the emblem on the ring, but they were afraid that a battle would ensu.

Fortunately, there was no such thing as a movie in the old wizard's time, and Joanna didn't see the silent one chasing after she turned her head, all she saw was a pattern printed on the wall.

The vertical lines and an inverted triangle make up the logo, somewhat like the bad work of some fledgling designer.

This pattern is not a magic pattern, it moves, or there is a door hidden in it, it is just a very ordinary pattern, probably left by the wizards at the time for some unknown reason.

Although it was burned with magic, it still looked a little faded under the staining of time, but fortunately it was still intact and didn't look like it was missing something.

Joanna raised her eyebrows, thinking that the pattern on the ring was like this, but she didn't notice it, but when Madison saw this pattern, her face was so ugly.

She was staring at the rudimentary symbols on the wall, her eyes full of disbelief.

Eventually, Madison's footsteps seemed to slow down a little, and Joanna, Imokin, and several witches next to her finally noticed her anomaly.

They cast their gaze over to see Madison staring at the wall, as if he was going to rip the symbol off it.

"You know?" Imogen asked.

Between the inquiries, Imogin's eyes swept to the left and right, and found that although some of the other witches also looked confused, there were also one or two different, doubtful, suspicious, Imogen was the first time to see such a deep expression of emotion, almost so that she could guess what was going on in their hearts at a glance.

Madison didn't answer, but Joanna seemed to hear her muttering, leaned closer, and soon made out a whisper that seemed to be talking to herself.

"The night is vast, and there is nothing to hide."

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When Madison entered the world, not long after the Broadway neighborhood superhero battle, the news was scrolling throughout New York, and although it was estimated that it would soon be replaced by the big ghost that destroyed half of the smaller suburbs, it still bombarded Madison's ears during that time.

So in addition to the world she came from, American horror stories, and Harry Potter movies, TV series, and related books, she also consulted a large number of Marvel and DC comics.

Madison is still relatively fond of comics, but she is not keen on this kind of superhero comics, she can say the names of the characters in the comics and the general story, but more details, I can't say.

The main reason she looked up the comics was to see if there was any difference between the two worlds.

But the result was no different.

Despite finding nothing, Madison still pretty much revisited the comics, including the Seven Rings of Light in the DC world.

Legion of the Seven Lights.

Madison didn't plan to re-read all the comics, so many of them were just flipped through in a hurry, and it was even more impossible for her to memorize the details of each of the light ring signs, so although there were influences in her mind, most of them were subconscious, and it was not so easy to remember if she had to recall them.

But with the resurrection of the dead, the ability to repair, black plasma, rings. And the last piece of the puzzle, the pattern on the wall appears, and Madison finally thinks whose logo it is.

Until the darkest night, the Black Lantern Legion.

So what exactly this ring is, it is already self-evident.

It is the hallmark of the Black Lantern Legion.

The black light of death.

One of the highest forces in the DC world, the power of death.

In this way, everything probably makes sense, why Mo Mo Ran does not die, because they themselves have already become corpses, and the black lights of death can only be active when they sleep on the corpses, and they will control the memory and power of the corpse before death, obviously Mo Mo Ran also belongs to one of the powers of life.

Black lights can absorb the power of death, they can absorb the feelings of the living, by devouring the spectrum of emotions, or the heart of the living, and of course, pure death can naturally do it.

This explains why Silent Ran can absorb the power of the wizard after his death, and become stronger and stronger.

But while it all made sense, Madison felt his head more messed up.

Because all of this has a precondition for the appearance of the black lights of death, why they are here, they do not belong here, they do not belong to the wizarding world.

Even.. It shouldn't be in the wizarding world.