The town burned with strange flames, and in the firelight, the two figures collided constantly, and the debris flew away from the roaring explosion, and one pit after another was embedded in the ground.

"I really didn't expect that such an interesting ability would be born among civilians. Absolute memory and ability replication, as the brain of the Senate, how many forbidden magic have you mastered over the years...... I can't help but shudder when I think about it, Satarandot!"

Mosphes, covered in ancient bandages, stared at the heavily armed Satarando not far away with wide scarlet eyes in the burning flames, but unlike what he had said, his eyes were not full of chill, but extreme excitement.

Raising his hand and controlling the four blood-colored spears with his mind to pick aside the robe of another veteran who had turned into dust, Satarando pushed the frame of the mirror and spat the blood, looked at Mosfes and chuckled: "If I can really make the old-timer who is burning all over his body say that he is chilling, I am flattered as a junior." ”

"Interesting...... If it weren't for Lord Chakin asking me to pay attention to you, I'm afraid you would have been able to get your hands on it this time. ”

"I said how could it be so smooth, it turns out that Lord Chakin has already noticed my abnormality. Since I gained the core status of the Senate, I have been patronizing the library in various places, although it is true that I have learned a lot of forbidden black magic, and it is still too conspicuous......"

Before he could finish speaking, a solid flame suddenly roared and drowned the smiling Satarando, and as the incantation engraved on the bandage around Mosphes continued to squirm, the fire gradually changed from dazzling white to rich black, as if the pitch-black flame that could melt into the night roared like a monster breaking free, tearing apart everything that stood in its way.

"Keep your men out of danger, and take matters into their own hands when they've done everything, so that the civilians involved in this operation can take all the credit in their arms? As for you, just die slowly in this endless black flame. Mosfes said as he slowly turned around and was about to leave.

The dark magic had been laid out, and there was absolutely no need for him to continue wasting time here. Looking at the chaos around him, Mosfeis felt for the first time that civilians were also terrifying beings, but he did not intend to be on an equal footing with those with potential, and in his consciousness, the dangerous idea of exterminating all civilians was brewing.

Although the people who died here were all young patriarchs, and their immaturity was certain, the civilian named Satarantó actually killed them all while fighting him, although he used dark magic and superior inheritance that they did not know, but the result was indeed too terrifying.

And what matters is the ability he has. Absolute memory aside, just the ability to copy can completely subvert the foundation of the blood clan, with this ability, for him there will be no distinction between the upper and lower blood clans, as long as he has this ability, he can even cultivate descendants with all inheritances comparable to the ancient royal family.

"It would be nice if it was a pureblood, it's a pity. ”

"Ah, it's a pity, I originally planned to leave all the backbone members for the Führer, but I'm afraid that in the future, the burning blood of the blood clan will become history. ”

Satarando's voice came from the black flames, and a blood spear with a spell attached to it burst out and stabbed straight at the black magic of Mosphes, and the moment the two touched, both of them became nothing, and the black flames dissipated.

"Oh, it's nice to be able to unlock my own dark magic, but don't think too highly of yourself because of that!" Mosfes turned back and glared at Satarandot, the bandages on his body falling off as quickly as if he had lost his restraints, and the engraved spell gradually stood out like a reptile and squirmed, and there seemed to be a faint flame constantly jumping.

Seeing the bandage snake surging around Mosphis, Satarando pushed his glasses: "Burning blood Mosfes, when he was young, his family was attacked by a fire exorcist, and since then he has hated flames, but because of extreme hatred and pathological pursuit, he constantly uses his own experiments to innovate various fire magic, although he has gained extremely strong strength, but he has suffered a backlash because of the failure of the black magic experiment, and only his right hand and part of the body above the chest cavity are left......"

Before he could finish speaking, a fiery snake instantly condensed from the weed-like bandage bushes, and the hot blood basin spewed out an almost transparent tongue of fire and struck at Satarando.

In the midst of the surging blood qi, Satarando waved his hand and condensed seven blood shields, which were the inheritance of other clans that he had just copied not long ago.

However, the fire serpent broke through one blood shield after another, and although each layer of fire became dimmed, it seemed that even so, in the end, the remaining power would definitely seriously injure Satarandot.

Seeing the fire snake surging forward, Satarando raised his hand and condensed more than a dozen blood spears, and the rich blood qi penetrated into it, and at the same time as the fire snake broke through the last layer of blood shield, the blood spear was fused into a giant spear several meters long, and then he launched the ability to increase the speed, and used the strength of his body to push the spear to pierce through the blood mouth of the fire snake.

The scorching breath almost filled Satarando's body. Not only was his hair yellow and his skin chapped, but the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and he was almost fainting as he gasped for breath.

And it was only now that Satarantó became aware of the most terrible thing, and looked at Mosphes in disbelief, who had only a tiny fraction of his body left.

"Do you notice?" Mosfes's tone was tinged with disdain, as if he had been disappointed that the other party hadn't noticed it until now, do you think that the reason why the burning blood became the burning blood was just because I specialized in fire magic? These black magic melted into all of me, life, time, knowledge, and so on! These magics, even if I teach them myself, there is no way for a second person to learn them, because even if you copy the spell, you who have not given up all the experience will not be able to comprehend the soul of the flame!"

There was a churn in his chest, and Satarando frowned and spat out a mouthful of steaming blood, which was constantly flickering and sparking due to the close contact with the fire snake before, and had obviously been eroded by Mosfeis's blood.

"First time encountering...... Black magic that I can't replicate. Forcing his body to stand up again, Satarando realized how naïve he was thinking that with a variety of dark arts, he could defeat the backbone of the Senate in front of him, "The blood of the upper bloodline has also eroded into my body without hindrance, so even if I escape, death is only a matter of time." ”

Being a commoner fighting against an elder may be wrong in itself.

But......

If you want to change, you have to change. When the lover was taken away, he already had this awareness, even if he ushered in a doomed death, he had to prevent the tragedy in the blood clan from continuing.

If you want to change, you have to change. As more and more civilians stand behind them for the sake of the future, it is their responsibility to let them live well, even if they can't see what the future will look like.

So......

"I'm going to defeat you!"