In the dormitory, Heine was flipping through the book "Epic" written by the legendary poet Schiller with relish.

The chapter he saw was one of the most classic chapters in the entire epic in the Battle of the Ancient Dawn, in which the epic hero Nibelungen rode the dragon Galajos and fought against a powerful alien.

Through Schiller's vivid narration, Heine seems to be in the battlefield of the Battle of Dawn: the howling wind in his ears, the battlefield of purgatory in front of him, the earth baptized with fire and frost, the warriors sang ancient songs and embarked on the journey, and threw themselves into battle, and the flames of war burned in every inch of the continent.

The Nibelungen was on a dangerous peak at a height of thousands of meters, standing on the back of a giant dragon, wearing the "Dragon Blood Armor" that shook the continent, holding the long sword tightly, and his sharp gaze pierced through the clouds of thousands of miles, waiting for the fierce opponent that was about to appear.

Suddenly, the wind surged, the thunder struck, the heavens and the earth changed, and the dragon Galajos roared earth-shatteringly, spreading its wings to cover the sky and the sun, and led his master from the cliff to the sky, rushing to the endless battlefield.

There, they left an immortal legacy.

"O small and incompetent human beings, surrender before my power. Heine couldn't help but imitate the classic lines from the mouth of the alien who is the villain in the book.

A cloud of scratch paper flew from the direction of the desk and thrust it into his mouth, blocking back all the passionate lines that the great poet was about to blurt out.

"It's noisy. Euler said impatiently.

Heine threw the paper ball back in annoyance, and was about to have a seizure, when something suddenly occurred to him.

"By the way, where has that fellow Constantine gone? I don't seem to have seen him since last night. ”

Countless crystalline brilliance flew out, and wherever the pure and flawless light like jade went, large transparent crystals appeared abruptly, and the cyan lake surface was covered with a thick crystal layer as if it had encountered a cold winter that had not been encountered for 10,000 years.

The condensed crystals hang on the dark green stone pillars, like countless ice thorns, and like stalactites frozen for thousands of years in the snow caves deep in the Asgard Mountains.

Only the stone platform engraved with golden spells remained unaffected.

Constantine stood up with his sword and gasped for breath, for the first time since the Battle of Mises the boy had been so embarrassed.

The last time this was done was four years ago after the Battle of Mises. At that time, Constantine swung his sword and rushed into the battle formation of the dragon lancers.

In that battle, the young Morning Star overdrew all his physical strength, and finally harvested more than 600 corpses, successfully forcing the dragon lance army to retreat.

The battlefield that day was the same, and as far as the eye could see, the ground within a few hundred meters was frozen in a crystal jungle of crystal beauty. When Carroli's reinforcements arrived at the land, there was no blood and severed limbs all over the ground, but a fairytale kingdom-like Shura field.

Now, four years later, the boy did his best, and his strength was stronger than four years ago, the crystal sword danced in his hand, spilling a deadly crystallized light, but he couldn't even rub off the fabric on the mage's body.

The black-robed man paced in the crystal-dense room, walking leisurely, and the sound of crystal cracking could be heard from time to time on the ground under his feet. His face was very relaxed, like a black-clothed emperor wandering in the snow palace.

"That's all your power, Constantine, I'm sure your mother will be disappointed when she sees it!" the black-robed man sneered, his body surrounded by a layer of magical power, and the crystallized aura attached to the crystal sword could not break through the invisible barrier.

As soon as the words fell, the light of the arcane wand flashed, and in the blink of an eye, Constantine had flashed behind the black-robed mage, which was his original tactic against Rommel.

The [Flash] stored in the short-handled wand can create a valuable opportunity for the Jedi to fight back.

The black-robed man snapped his fingers, and a blazing flame fell from the sky, surging flames engulfing half of the hall, forming a wall of flames, and the foehn wind blew the young man away.

"It's really exciting. The sect leader waved his hand, and immediately after the flames, another lightning bolt fell, and the dazzling silver-white lightning pillars smashed around the hall one after another, and the electric snake twisted, scurrying up the stone pillars one by one, shattering all the crystals on it. Constantine had to dodge left and right, lest the lightning scorched him.

It seems that the black-robed mage is not fighting at all, just holding the mentality of a game, simply experimenting with one magic after another. However, even so, the black-robed man who released the water still crushed Constantine steadily.

At this point, if you can't guess the strength of this black-robed man, then Constantine's year in the Royal Academy will be in vain.

"Little one, if you had one-third, nay, one-fifth of your mother's magical strength, I might have escaped by now. The black-robed man stood in the corridor of flames, his hands folded.

Constantine gritted his teeth, and the arcane missile drew dozens of purple trajectories and shot towards the black-robed man.

However, the black-robed man just lazily waved his sleeves, and the dozen or so missiles were all automatically annihilated in the air, and he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

"It's commendable to be able to use an Arcane Missile to this extent at this age, but it's a pity that ......," the mage teased, "in our day, little creatures of your level abounded. ”

Sure enough, no?

For the first time in his life, a mood called despair took root in the heart of the young man.

Whether it was magic or swordsmanship, or even the devastating Dawn, the methods he relied on in the past were all ineffective in the face of the unfathomable magical power of the black-robed man.

In front of the real strong, he is still too weak after all, Constantine laughed at himself, the long battle and trek have brought his physical strength and spirit to the limit, he can only stare at the black figure that is slowly walking towards him, and clench the pendant in his hand tightly.

"O little human being, surrender before power. The black-robed man looked condescendingly at Constantine with unwilling eyes, his tone was leisurely, and when he said this, an indescribable pleasure surged into his heart, perhaps, because the young man in front of him was her son?

You were indeed very powerful in life, and even Innocent was no match for you, but so what? Now that you are dead, your son has been forced to death by me, and your relics belong to me after all.

The black-robed man looked at the young man who was struggling to stand up in the fire, as if he had seen the woman in white many years ago, and his eyes flashed with extreme longing and madness.

He couldn't wait to take possession of that thing, to get the power that would make him supreme over all beings, right today.

No one can stop you.

"I have a question. In the midst of the fire, the boy raised his head.

"Say your last words, boy. "The black-robed man's palm condensed a powerful magic power, which was actually gray that symbolized calamity and death.

"How do you know my mother??What is such a thing?What does it have to do with the legendary St. Faust?" said Constantine, gasping for breath.

The black-robed man's footsteps paused, "Do you want to know? For the sake of your death, I can tell you part of the truth, your mother and I are both magicians who were selected by the World Tree Council to study in the City of Dawn more than a hundred years ago, and the magicians who can enter that place are true geniuses, and your mother is a genius among geniuses. ”

"Her magic is incredibly powerful, and it's not at all what a poor creature like you can imagine right now. The black-robed man who was reminded of the memories narrowed his eyes, "Among our peers, there is no one who can compare to your mother, her light is too dazzling, and any so-called genius will be dimmed in front of her." She easily left us all behind. ”

"I was one of those Heavenly Heroes, and before I entered the City of Dawn to study, I always thought I was a genius like no other. "But your mother, and a few other fellows, crushed me mercilessly, and made me painfully realize that I am such a mediocre person. ”

"My years in the City of Dawn were my most desperate time. All my efforts have paid off in the end, and the gap between me and my companions has widened, so I have found a new way to find a magical path that no one has traveled before......"

"In the end, I paid the price, and the right half of my face became what you see now. The black-robed man stroked the ugly half of his face, "However, I have also gained unprecedented strength......

"Unfortunately, the mages in the council discovered my secret. The black-robed man said in a disgusting tone, "They banished me from Daybreak afterwards. ”

"I just realized that my strength is still not enough, and I need to get more strength to take revenge on those who kicked me out, those who made me humiliated, those who made me mediocre......"

The black-robed man smiled grimly, "So, I've been staying in the north for years to escape my old friends. At the same time, I also took in those beings who were regarded as heretics by the world like me, formed the Luciferian Order, and finally had a power of its own. ”

"I waited for many years, relying on intelligence networks in the north. I learned that your mother lived in seclusion in Winterfell in the Duchy of Azerolia, but she died before I could prepare to go to her. The black-robed man's tone could not hide his sorrow, "Azeroya has also perished. ”

"But I knew a long time ago that she had a key in her hand that could open an ancient ruin, the tomb of St. Faust. ”

Constantine was silent for a moment, "The St. Faustus who founded the World Tree Council?"

"Yes, legend has it that the tomb contains all the secrets of St. Faust's magic. "Since the Battle of the Dawn, countless people have searched for its whereabouts, but even those lucky enough to find it will not be able to enter because they don't have the key to open the tomb. ”

"And this key is in your hands right now. ”

Constantine stared at the crystal pendant and was in a trance for a moment.

"I've answered all your questions, and now you can die with peace of mind. ”

The black-robed man approached Constantine, and to his surprise, there was no resentment and panic in the young man's eyes, but a calm like water.

"I've only confirmed one thing, you're just a weakling. Constantine held his sword in both hands and looked up at the black-robed mage, "I'm curious, how can a weak person like you be qualified to enter the City of Dawn with my mother?"

"I'm as arrogant as your mother, but unfortunately you don't have the strength of your mother, and I'm not the dragon lance kid who was provoked by you and then shot into the lake. The mysterious mage sneered, "And above the hall where we are standing now, there is the lake of Inmeng, which is ironic, isn't it......"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because the tip of Dawn's sword pierced the magic wall at close range and stabbed into his body.

The previous conversation was all just foreshadowing, in order to send this sword.

In the face of a long-standing blow from a top hunter in the continent, even a powerful magician like the black-robed man couldn't react immediately.