The vast majority of mages have been immersed in meditation and various alchemical experiments all year round, and their bodies are not only not advantageous compared to ordinary people, but will be more fragile.

As long as the injury is not too severe, it can heal in a short time. Some of the clergy of the Church of Light even have the ability to heal injuries that are fatal in the eyes of ordinary people.

Constantine's sword was well thought out, and from previous encounters, he had judged that the black-robed man was good at attack and destruction magic, perhaps because he was overconfident in his own strength, and he himself seemed to have no defense against physical attacks.

The best way to face a mage with amazing magic but weak body is to look for an opportunity to kill him at close range.

That's where that conversation came in.

Constantine is not the male protagonist who blindly pursues the so-called peace of mind in knightly novels, nor does he think that he has the luck of the male protagonist, he can survive dangerous missions again and again, relying on calmness and perseverance in the pursuit of victory.

Therefore, the shocking secrets that the black-robed man just said did not stir up any waves in his heart, he calmly waited for the other party to step into his psychological trap, and the trance in his eyes was just a disguise.

If he survives, those secrets will only make sense to him, and when he dies, nothing will be left for him.

With a successful blow, he naturally would not let go of this fleeting opportunity, and before the black-robed magician could react, his left hand pressed against the hilt of the sword and sent it forward with force.

The crystal clear blade of the morning light pierced the chest of the black-robed man, and a faint ray of crystal light sank into the black-robed man's body along the sword body, and the transparent crystals spread on his chest.

This was his last counterattack, and with his remaining mental strength, he could only go so far.

He was sure that the black-robed man was dead, and no human internal organs and organs could resist the crystallized aura of the morning light, not even the creatures of the abyss.

"Hahahahahaha.........ha

The black-robed man let out a piercing laugh, and the face with two faces showed a contradictory expression, the left half of the delicate face was a gentle smile, and the right half of the ugly face had a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"You think you're going to kill me?"

Constantine's heart swept through vigilance and uneasiness, and he subconsciously abandoned his sword and quickly retreated.

The dark wind rolled up without warning, and the wind exuded a powerful magic, and Constantine's body flew out like scattered autumn leaves on the shore of Lake Inmeng.

The black-robed man stood in the wind, the wind he summoned raged through the hall, and the lake was stirred up with turbulent cyan waves, and he himself did not move.

Bang, the morning light stuck in his chest shot out like a sharp arrow, nailed to a stone pillar, and the surface of the crystal sword was wrapped in an unclean gray-black, dull.

The black-robed man stared coldly at Constantine, who noticed. Tiny purple flames erupted from the wound in his chest, crystallized skin falling off like snowflakes, and new skin was formed in the flames.

"Unfortunately, if your magic had been stronger, I might have been seriously injured by you. The black-robed man said slowly, "In order to carry my overly powerful magical power, this body of mine has also been transformed, ordinary swords are ineffective against me, even if it is an attack from a legendary weapon, if it is not a divine attribute, at most it will seriously injure me, and it is impossible to completely kill me." ”

"Are you a black magician?" Constantine is no longer the novice who knows nothing about magic, and he is afraid of divine power, as we all know, there is only one kind.

"It's the rotten cliché of the gentlemen of the Academy, and in the face of the vast magical universe, the mundane magicians see nothing more than the knowledge of one or two planes, and they self-righteously call what they can't see black magic. The black mage said disdainfully, "Power is power, knowledge is knowledge, how can there be any black and white?"

"Taught. Constantine smiled wryly.

The black-robed man raised his hand, invisible magic was pulled to his fingertips, and a gray beam exuding a rich aura of death appeared on his hand.

Necromantic Magic--- wither

The opponent who was hit by this gray qi would quickly fail all the organs of his body, desperately waiting for death, obviously, the black-robed man was not satisfied with killing the opponent, but also enjoyed the opponent's desperate and painful expression, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Are you going to die?

Constantine looked at the gray air that was galloping towards him, but his heart was surprisingly calm.

Unconsciously, his hand was on the gray box, and in the box there was a black box that had followed him for ten years, which was the last thing his mother had given him, and the woman in white had told him not to open the box until the last resort, and even if it was a last resort, he had to think twice.

Now that I'm dying, I haven't been able to see what's inside, and I'll feel unwilling to go to hell.

The breath of death carried the death intent that did not belong to the human world, and the pure smell of death was like the kiss marks of the god of the underworld, whistling towards him, and Constantine seemed to see that the messenger from the underworld was facing him, smiling and raising his scythe.

Constantine's hand had touched the black box, and ten years later, the surface of the box was as cold as ever.

Just as he was about to open the box, an old, majestic spell echoed throughout the hall.

The vast amount of magic in the hall tumbled, and the huge room seemed to tremble for a moment.

A wall of blue crystals appeared in front of the boy, and the curved crystal wall took the kiss of death for him.

The gray lines bloom like flowers on the wall made of crystal, but they can't pierce the thin layer of crystal, which is as thin as a cicada's wings, and it looks like a gray embroidery tattooed on a precious silk cloth, which has a thrilling beauty.

Arcane --- Crystal Coffin

The person who can cast this kind of magic is naturally not Constantine, even the crystals made by Dawn cannot defend against high-level magic attacks, and can only damage opponents by crystallizing the enemy's flesh, or freezing the air to resist certain magic damage.

The light of the teleportation circle flickered in front of him, and a figure appeared in front of Constantine.

It was an old man, dressed in a purple mage robe, with a clear face, and it was impossible to tell how old he was.

"Joy Cezreal. The black-robed man half-narrowed his eyes, his ugly right cheek twitching, revealing an emotion that he didn't know whether it was hatred or surprise, "Long time no see, old friend." ”

"I have to say, Younas, seeing your face now, my old man estimates that he will have no appetite within a month. The old mage sighed and shook his head.

Constantine's eyes widened in surprise, the old man in front of him was actually the Grand Magus of the Empire, Master Joy, the dean of the Royal Academy.

What is the relationship between him and this powerful black magician?

Younas's laughter was very gloomy, "That's a shame. ”

The old mage's gaze suddenly turned cold, "Younas, you still haven't made much progress after so many years, she died, and you won't let go of her son?"

"That woman's death had nothing to do with me. The black-robed man shrugged, "If you really want to say it, Innocent has more reason to do this, doesn't it?"

Joey looked indifferently at Younas's extremely divided face, "Although I didn't like the old god stick very much back then, I have to say that compared to you, who did not hesitate to sell your soul to demons for the sake of power and fell into the dark path, I think His Majesty the Pope is much more pleasing to the eye, what right do you have to doubt him?"

"I'm not here to catch up with you, Cizeriel. ”

Younas's tone was very cold, "For your sake, I can spare this kid, provided that he hands over what he has." ”

"That's impossible. Joey said calmly, "Unfortunately, old friend, it was not a wise decision for you to be here tonight, and even if you could take it from this kid now, the old god stick would never let you out of Olympia alive." ”

"I don't need you to worry about my life or death, Cizeriel. Younas's eyes rolled, "Let him give me the key to the mausoleum, and I'll go, now!"

Joey glanced at Constantine behind him and shook his head again, "I'm sorry, old friend, for the sake of the love that we watched the sunset together back then, I can act as if nothing happened tonight, but you can't force this little guy to do anything, this is my bottom line, you go." ”

"Looks like you're trying to stop me. ”

Joey sighed, "I've made it clear, Younas, you were banished by the council for studying dark arts privately, and decades of time still can't wipe out your ridiculous ambitions?"

Hearing this, a violent flame ignited in the eyes of the black-robed man, "Ambition? You're right, I was ambitious back then, I wanted to be the greatest magician on the continent, and I was looked up to by the world like St. Ingres, but my ambition was destroyed by you." ”

"Since you won't accede to my request to give me the artifact, I wouldn't mind stepping over your corpse to take it, Cizeriel.