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Doomsday Arena, the outer city.

With the help of the identity of the ring of the Star Tower, Constantine was not hindered when entering the city.

He walked through the streets of this city full of classical atmosphere, and as far as his eyes could see, countless messages slowly passed by.

Under the insight of the eye of the stars, the historical trajectory of the city was exposed to his eyes, and then retrieved by astrology and imprinted in Constantine's memory.

Although it was only his first time, Constantine had the feeling that he had lived here for many years.

The wisdom eye of Odin, the king of the gods, gave Constantine the ability to see the fate of all things.

But the price is that when you are a mortal, the novelty of experiencing everything for the first time has disappeared without a trace.

This couldn't help but make Constantine feel a little bored.

The only thing that could give him some attention was the passers-by, and his perception told him that the passers-by in this city, in any plane, were definitely a number of strong people.

In the starry eyes, the passers-by around are all. Transformed into walking magical light clusters, the brightness of the light clusters represents the magnitude of power.

There were a few clusters of light that emitted energy that even Constantine felt a slight tingling in his cheeks, indicating that the magic power of those trialists was amazing, and it was even very likely that they had entered a desperate situation.

Still can't be too careless, Constantine thought secretly.

However, before he came, he had already inquired about the rules of the Doomsday Arena, and he had already made a plan.

It didn't take long for him to meet his guide.

Samantha, dressed in pitch black, appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"Young Trialist, I am your guide. ”

"I'm from the Hoshimi Tower. Constantine raised his hand and showed the other party the dimensional ring as a status symbol, and it was a common rule between the major holy places of the Dawn City to pass through with the help of specific items owned by the members of the Holy Land.

Samantha glanced at the ring in Constantine's hand, and she immediately recognized it as the logo of a member of the Star Tower, and it was impossible to fake it.

"This is your point crystal. ”

According to the process, Samantha took out the point crystal in her pocket and said simply: "You have a total of five days of novice protection, during which any duel request against you will be considered illegal except in the Tower of Trials, now, please set your personal codename." ”

"Morning Star. Constantine said lightly, without the slightest hesitation.

After receiving the crystal from Samantha's hand, Constantine glanced at the top of Samantha's head, and suddenly his heart moved: "Your Excellency the Guide, I want to find someone in the city, can you tell me his exact location?"

"If you know his code name, you can. ”

Constantine smiled slightly, stared at the fate track above Samantha's head, and softly read out the line of handwriting that shimmered with golden light: "I think, his code name is [Winter Holy Horseman]. ”

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Using the information provided by Samantha, Constantine found Roland's living quarters.

Seeing his appearance, Roland breathed a sigh of relief: "You're finally here." ”

"What about Siegfried?"

"He went to the Void Realm. Roland said.

Constantine nodded, "I'm going too, you prepare for it in the next few days, and we'll go out together." ”

Roland was stunned for a moment: "However, you have just arrived in the outer city, and it takes more than a thousand battle points to enter the inner realm, which means that you need to get at least ninety victories, which will take a long time." ”

According to Roland's original plan, he would stay in the outer city with Constantine for a while, and wait until Constantine had also obtained enough points before leaving for the outer lands.

"A thousand points. Constantine said lightly. "Five days for me is enough. ”

Roland suspected he had misheard.

Most of the people who can walk in the outer city are strong people from various planes, and none of them are good at their peers, and they all have their own extraordinary.

Every time you defeat a trialist, it takes a lot of energy and wisdom, and it is not easy to achieve a victory, and there is often a period of rest after a victory.

According to Constantine's plan, in order to accomplish such a goal in five days, he would have to defeat an average of eighteen trialists a day.

Even if he is as powerful, confident, and proud as Siegfried, he will never have such arrogant thoughts.

This is not even hubris anymore, but more akin to fantasy.

However, both the warrior's intuition and the spiritual link of the soul contract made Roland vaguely aware that Constantine was not lying, at least he really did.

I haven't seen him for half a year, what exactly was born in Constantine?

Constantine didn't give him time to digest the shock, and after a few words, he hurried in the direction of one of the towers of trials.

.......

Each Tower of Trials has dozens of independent rooms, and under the power of space magic, the back of these dozens of rooms leads to a huge gladiatorial arena of hundreds of square meters, and the vast space gives the strong room to maneuver, and accommodates the terrifying magic explosion of the strong in the holy realm.

Pushing open the door of a room, Constantine was greeted by an ancient gladiatorial hall made of stone, surrounded by a blazing brazier, and the stone brick floor was inscribed with the lines of swords and magic wands.

Standing across the room was a pale-faced, thin-bodied gray-robed mage, about forty years old, with the insignia of the Immortal Throne pinned to his robe.

Karthas, the archmage of the necromancer, codenamed the Soul Chanter.

Seeing the message fed back by the main star of fate, Constantine was a little surprised, and he didn't expect to meet an archmage in the first game.

Karthas's gaze swept over Constantine's robes and landed on the ring on the young man's hand, his gaze condensed slightly, "The mage of the Star Tower? ”

Among the six holy lands, the members of the Star Tower have never been known for their combat effectiveness, and in the eyes of many people, astrology is not only unpopular, but also useless.

Undisguised contempt flashed in Karthas's eyes.

In terms of rank, Karthas is the Grand Magus, and in terms of origin, he is a disciple of the Elder of the Immortal Throne, and in any point, he is better than Constantine.

"Throw in the towel, I don't want to waste magic and time. Karthas waved his hand indifferently.

Constantine was not angry, but quietly examined the information of astrological retrospection.

The trajectory of fate shows that Karthas, who came from the different planes, was selected by the mages in the King's Immortal Throne twenty years ago to enter the fifth floating island to practice, and became an archmage at the age of forty, which can be called a peerless genius.

Matched by his talent is his ambition, and in the five years he has been in the Doomsday Arena, Calhas has won hundreds of victories, and has also entered the Void Desperate Realm, and achieved no small feats.

The only regret is that five years later, his battle points still haven't been included in the Dawnbreak Monument.

According to the rules of the Doomsday Arena, only the names of the Trialists who rank in the top 100 among all Trialists in terms of accumulated Battle Points can be engraved on the Daybreak Monument.

This inevitably made the arrogant Karthas angry.

Therefore, this time he chose to return to the outer city, with the aim of gaining more battle points in the shortest possible time.

Compared to the inner region, although the battle points in the outer city are small, but for Karthas, who has already entered the Void Desperate Realm, it is nothing, as long as the little things add up, there will always be a day when they will be on the list.

What's more, fighting in a foreign land is too risky, and you may die one day.

Karthhas is a magical genius, and a genius values his life more than anyone else.

In the face of Karthas's disdainful words, Constantine only smiled slightly, "I don't think so. ”

"Just a crown mage wants to defeat me?" Karthas sneered, "Although the outer city stipulates that no one is allowed to kill, but even if you are only cursed by me, you may not be able to fight for half a year, have you borne this price?"

"Well, please. Constantine's answer was neither humble nor arrogant.

Karthas's eyes narrowed, his fingertips raised, and there was not a single incantation, yet the powerful necromantic magic fluctuations rose and fell in the gladiatorial arena.

Constantine had an alarm in his mind, and his body suddenly blurred, and with the help of "Flash", a skill commonly used by high-level arcanists, he moved to the other end of the room.

The chanter's magic landed dozens of meters away from him, and the stone floor was suddenly covered with a dull gray color, as if it had been splattered with a high concentration of sulfuric acid.

Karthas's indifferent pupils turned to Constantine again, and the next spell was the very classic [withering] in necromancy.

Gray energy gushed out and permeated Constantine, like a fog of the tomb under the darkness of the night, devouring life and sowing fear.

Flash!

With a quick glance, Constantine calculated the maximum cast range of withering, and without hesitation, he used the flash spell again to escape from the death mist.

"Do you want to play hide and seek with me?" Two curses in a row failed, but Karthas was not annoyed, on the contrary, a chilling smile was squeezed out of his pale face.

Then, a string of muffled incantations echoed across the gladiatorial arena.

Constantine was surrounded by several tombstones inscribed with eerie runes and patterns.

The tombstone cracked, and from the cracks, a cold wind blew out, like the dead whimpering, and the samurai in armor dragged a bronze sword out of the cracked stone tablet.

Undead summoning, in necromantic spells, is a magic that everyone from apprentices to legendary mages will practice.

The higher the level of the mage, the more powerful the undead creatures will be summoned, and an average necromancer may only be able to summon a few skeleton guards, while a legendary mage has a high chance of summoning a bone dragon mount or even an entire undead army.

The minion chosen by Karthas is the Black Knight.

In fact, at the level of a Calthus Magister, summoning a high-ranking Death Knight might be a better choice.

However, Karthhas was dismissive of Constantine's strength, and in his eyes, a few black knights were enough to deal with Constantine.

Of course, in all fairness, the Black Warrior is also a good undead creature, and the Black Warrior, made from the soul of a powerful warrior, can pose enough threat even against the Crown Mage in close quarters.

And Constantine did indeed chant incantations as he expected, gestured, and poured attack magic on the surrounding black knights, looking like a very orthodox magician.

Fireballs and arcs exploded on the armor of the Black Knights, and the cracked fragments flew with sparks, and under the powerful magic output of the Crown Mage, the Black Knights could only barely resist, but in the end they were swallowed by the fate of the Light Flame.

However, Karthhas didn't think so, behind the tombstone, there were still many black knights, even if Constantine could knock down all the black knights, more than seventy percent of his magic power would be consumed.

What's more, Karthas didn't just stand on the sidelines and watch the play.

"It's over. The soul chanter said expressionlessly, raising his finger to point at Constantine, who was surrounded by dozens of black knights, and light gray energy rippled out.

After unleashing his proud spell - [Desolation], Karthas couldn't help but be interested for a while, in his eyes, the end of the battle was already doomed.

In the face of the archmage, Constantine's performance was actually good, at least decent, but in the eyes of Karthas, who had gone through a desperate trial, decency was synonymous with rigidity.

In a rapidly changing battlefield, trialists who do not know how to be flexible are destined to be eliminated.

Such an opponent really can't make him any interest.

The current trialists are really not as good as the generation, Karthas shook his head and thought to himself.

But this is also good, which means that he will earn points quickly and correctly.

Necromantic ripples swept over Constantine's body and passed through his body.

However, Constantine was not affected at all, and still "honestly" stayed in place, releasing attack magic one by one.

"What's going on?" Carl Saston was stunned, he had always been absolutely confident in his spell casting, and such a low-level mistake as a mispronounced spell would never happen to him.

Just as he was puzzled, a crystal sword landed around his neck.

"What you just saw was a minute ago. Constantine, holding the [Morning Dawn], looked at Karthas's stunned face and said calmly.

Karthas came back to his senses, and now the gladiatorial arena was full of the remains of the Black Knight, and several tombstones of the undead had disappeared, and the picture just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Although shocked, however, as a genius magician cultivated by the Immortal Throne, Karthas will never sit still, as long as his spiritual power is not exhausted, a magister should not be taken lightly anytime and anywhere.

"Don't get complacent too soon. ”

A fierce look swept across the soul chanter's face, crushing a gem in his pocket.

This gem was a magic device that he had exchanged his points for from the Alchemy Altar, and it contained a magic sealed by Karthas himself, his proudest natal spell, and the origin of his title of soul chanter.

--- High Magic [Soul Elegy]

A dark green figure appeared behind Karthas, like a disembodied ghost, his lips twitching, and a voice that seemed to be out of his mind, and he wanted to lose his mind and fall into the depths of his dream.

Soul magic is the weirdest and most difficult to defend against in all magical schools, it can't produce physical damage like other spells, but when facing magicians who are known for their spiritual power, its power is incomparable.

Constantine raised his head, his eyes still calm and clear.

The requiem-like chant didn't even make a splash after entering the sea of his soul.

"Get out. Constantine's eyes twinkled with stars.

The beautiful chant of the dark green figure came to an abrupt end, and the body turned into a fog.

Karthhas snorted, and the nostrils and corners of his eyes lay down at the same time with a small snake-like line of blood.

"You lost. Constantine withdrew his sword and turned away, not looking back at the slightly distorted face of Karthas.

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