The mage's hoarse voice was like the night wind in a dark canyon, "Never underestimate a dark mage, this small injury is not enough to kill me." ”

His face was paler and more distorted and sickly than it had been a few months ago, and the remaining traces of the left side of his face had faded without a trace.

His two severed arms had been replaced by new ones, the flesh and blood were eroded with dark red runes, which were traces of magic, and from time to time a spark or two erupted from what should have been a wound, and it would take him some time to get used to the new arm.

The old man stared intently at this scene, "This is necromancy? With the help of the chaotic law that violates the balance of order, forcibly depriving others of the power and things that do not belong to themselves is very cruel, but from a certain level, it is indeed effective, but don't you feel awkward to install other people's organs on your own body?"

The new arms, which did not belong to Younas, were bloody and brutal in the process of obtaining them.

But the old man's face did not turn pale with fear, but he observed with great interest the heinous and chilling scene before him for the orthodox clergy and magicians.

"If you've lived through what happened to me when I was younger, you'll know that this awkwardness is nothing, and the physical cost is nothing compared to the pain and confusion of not being able to gain strength. Younas said indifferently.

It's not the first time he's remodeled his body.

"If Elvis had had your kind of consciousness earlier, he wouldn't have died tragically in Quanshui Town. The old man sighed softly.

"Don't compare me to Meron's dog, that guy's prowess in the dark arts is a joke. Younas sneered. "In the case of summoning Samael's clone, he was actually turned over by a young angel and a little guy, which is simply a shame for all black mages throughout the ages. ”

"And what about you, Younas, you are more disgraced to your master than Elvis. The old man sighed, "I even gave you the Rainbow Light Ring that I have collected for so many years, but you still haven't been able to kill Joey, and I feel sorry for Beelzebub for such a useless prayer person as you." ”

Younas snorted, "Joey's magic is stronger than you think, I'm afraid it's close to Innocent's level back then." ”

Hearing the name of His Majesty the Pope, a cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes.

Younas smiled coldly: "Your Excellency the Empress is now practicing in the magic tower of Old Man Joey, with her divine talents, it won't be long before she reaches the level of the top powerhouse of your church, and when she becomes a saint, will the church still be the church you want to see?

"I don't really care, really. The old man stroked the shabby robe on his body, "As long as the light of the Lord can spread all over the world, there will be my place in the kingdom of heaven, and what is my earthly status? ”

"My concern is not for Diana, but for Innocent, my old friend, who had made a vow together when we left Augustine together to spread the light of the Lord to every corner of the continent, but he seems to have forgotten now. There was a hint of melancholy in the old man's eyes, "Since the woman in white appeared, many things have changed. ”

Hearing this, Younas couldn't help but show a complicated look, the two people in the old man's mouth were related to him, as one of the witnesses of those stories back then, he had a deep understanding of the old man's feelings.

Wasn't he himself changed his fate by those two people?

For the old man in front of him, Younas was not in awe at all, not only because as the leader of the heretical order "Lucifer", he had dealt with the highest position of the church for many years, but also because he knew it clearly........

If it weren't for the old man in front of him who took the initiative to take off the white and luxurious bishop's robe on his body, put on an extremely shabby monk's robe, and silently walked into the Hall of the Holy Spirit, the Pope of the Glorious Holy See would be him now, and it would not be Innocent's turn.

What terrible will and determination it takes to be the bloodiest and ruthless executioner on this continent for the sake of faith, without seeking any fame or fortune, to be willing to give up the papal scepter, which is incomparably glorious and noble in the eyes of the world, and to sit in the dark Inquisition for decades?

This situation seems extremely ridiculous to outsiders: one is the most senior priest of the Glorious Holy See, the most powerful inquisitor in history, and the other is the giant of the largest heretical organization on the mainland, and if there is a dialogue between them, it should take place in the dungeon of the Inquisition, not sitting on the terrace of the ornate mansion, reminiscing about each other's past.

"Innocent should know about my presence by now, and I have to get out of here. Younas's face was gloomy, "Perhaps, he has already guessed that it is you and me who are secretly teaming up." ”

"So what?" said the old man lightly, "he won't challenge me until he has enough evidence." ”

The old man continued, "Are you sure that the man who killed Elvis and Cente is the little priest that Cicero sent to Diana?"

Younas said categorically, "I'm sure, and this operation will fail, and it's because of him, otherwise, the key to Faust's mausoleum, I've got it now, and I can help you kill Joey by the way." ”

"I don't care about Faust's mausoleum, that's something that the mages in the World Tree Council should be worried about. The old man said indifferently, "I only care, how did my two old fellows die, now I know, it's good!"

The old man closed his eyes.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Younas's mouth, and he knew that if the old man made this expression, it would mean that the killing intent in his heart had been extremely strong.

The Dark Mage decided to add another piece of wood to this fire of murderous intent, making it burn even brighter.

"Let me tell you another secret, the little friar who came out of Augustine's academy is the son of the deceased Grand Duke Elliottard, and more importantly, his mother is the woman in white whom you and I know very well. Younas's voice was unusually cold.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and in his pupils that were not waveless, there was suddenly a smell of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the emotions brewing in his eyes were like a roaring vortex on the stormy ocean, which was terrifying.

"Meron must not have known about this. The mood in the old man's eyes slowly calmed down, but his tone was as cold as ice and snow, "I'll remind him, keep an eye on Innocent." ”

"And then?"

The old man looked up at the sky, "If I'm not mistaken, in two months, the Empire's martial arts conference will open. ”

Younas knew that this was the five-year knightly festival held by the Holy Empire, but he didn't understand what it had to do with the matter they were discussing, and stared at the old man in front of him in confusion.

"You can stay a few more months and watch a good show. The old man closed his eyes again.

.........

Constantine stared at the chessboard in front of him.

The battle on the chessboard was scorching, but Joey's black was driving straight into White's hinterland and had the absolute upper hand, while White had only two pieces, Priest and Queen, in the enemy line, and they were trapped and unable to move.

"Little one, it looks like you're going to lose again today. Joey glanced at the chessboard and said lazily.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, many months have passed, and many teachers and students of the Royal Academy know that Constantine was allowed to enter the magic tower by Master Joy exceptionally, and many people in the know are very envious.

But only Constantine knew what a heart-wrenching time it was to practice in Joey's Magic Tower.

During the day, he would meditate in the meditation room for a morning while practicing the compression of each mantra without stopping.

In the afternoon, he had to assist the old magister in drawing all kinds of strange teleportation magic arrays on the second floor, which was an extremely exhausting job, the more advanced the arcane magic array, the more complex it was, and the requirements for the position and accuracy of each magic symbol were quite high.

The most painful part was the night, and whenever Joey pulled out the chessboard with bad intentions, Constantine knew it was going to be another difficult battle.

In contrast, he even missed the early years of studying swordsmanship in the mountains.

He was now extremely curious, how did Diana endure this old man in those days before she left for the abyss?

Constantine blinked the beads of sweat in his eyelashes, his spiritual power was activated, and on the chessboard, the [Mage] jumped forward with difficulty, and barely gnawed down a [Swordsman] on the opposite side.

Joey slowly threw out a [chariot], and the black wheels brutally ran over the phalanx of white chess pieces, directly crashing into the [Prime Minister] who was guarding the [King].

With two moves left, Joey glanced at white and made a judgment that even the top chess players would not be able to return to the sky as long as they took two more moves.

Frankly speaking, Joey is quite satisfied with this competition, from being powerless at the beginning, to now being able to fight with himself in a short period of time, the little guy's progress over the past few months can be called rapid.

But just then, [the priest] launched an unexpected attack.

The black [Swordsman] was ejected from the chessboard, but the life of the [Priest] also seemed to have come to an end, because in front of it, it was the [Queen] of the black side.

Joey was about to eat the [Priest] who was still breathing, but found that the [Mage] that Constantine had moved earlier had fallen behind the [Priest].

And there are no pawns around that can capture [Priest] except for the [Queen].

Joey was undecided for a while, and it was obviously not a wise move to exchange [Queen] for [Priest].

If you don't eat this [Priest], it means that Constantine can choose to resurrect another chess piece, and after resurrection, the position will be ......

Joey's pupils contracted inadvertently, and that position happened to be the grid where his [chariot] was located, according to the rules of war chess, if the resurrected chess piece was higher than the [chariot] in rank, then this chess piece would automatically clear the [chariot] from the chessboard.

"Master, have I passed the test?" said Constantine tiredly, his face frighteningly pale because of the enormous exertion of mental power.

Joey's gaze swept the chessboard, where White had few pieces left, while Black had lost nearly half of his black pieces, seven black pieces.

Joey waved his hand lightly, and the chessboard disappeared in an instant, and a little relief flashed in his eyes, "Congratulations on completing your training, Constantine, I officially declare that you are already an arcanist who can stand alone." ”