"Yes, good news. Stephen smiled. He stood up and walked to the bed, reached out and pressed Javi's head lightly, and a black and white magical aura swept over him.

A long gasp came from Javi's throat, and his closed eyes slowly opened. He twisted his neck to look left and right, and then landed on Inham and Stephen's faces, showing a hint of confusion and confusion.

"What?" even Bishop Inham's composure shook him. This is definitely not the behavior of a person whose mind is already chaotic as a mess, and that look is unlikely to be a look without thinking ability and spirit. He hurried over to the bed and reached out to grab Javi's wrist, a cold, pulseless touch, replaced by mana flowing through his body. It was not a human body, it was completely indistinguishable from the body of the Necroknight.

"In terms of body, you can absolutely rest assured, all of the ancestors I have selected are carefully made by Shante, and even the internal organs are all used in them, and there are also a lot of tantric methods that I learned from the East, even if Shante comes in person, it is impossible to do better than me. Now your son's body, I dare say it is the strongest on this continent, it is the crystallization of the highest magical skill. Stephen pointed to the scattered limbs in the corner of the wall, all kinds of muscles, marrow and internal organs were completely decomposed to the smallest point, like a pile of miscellaneous pieces picked out by the most clever butcher, only two heads were still intact, and the appearance of the original owner could be seen. The fierce face of Helika, and the handsome face of Rodhart, were now lying quietly on the ground like two sculptural heads.

"What do you think?" asked Inham, looking at Javi. At this moment, his expression was different from the previous ones, whether it was the aura of the bishop, the necromancer, etc., or the deep cunning of the mastermind behind the changes in the world, he could no longer feel the slightest bit from him, and he was no different from the tens of thousands of fathers in the world.

I don't know what mood it is, but Stephen couldn't help but smile a little when he saw his expression from the side. It was also different from the smile he had been putting on his face just now. It also comes from the heart. But the smile didn't carry much kindness in it.

Javi just nodded lightly and didn't speak. Even this is enough, a son who can understand words and nod his head is enough to satisfy Inham. It's just that Jia Weidi's eyes are still confused.

Stephen returned to that normal smile, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's a little flawed." These two necromantic knights have no vocal cords, and your son's original one has also been rendered useless by Sandru, so he can't speak for the time being, so let's put it up later. ”

"How did he get back to his senses?" asked Inham, turning to him, which was what he was most concerned about.

Stephen smiled faintly: "The power of Pudu beings is really beyond my expectations, plus the white magic in his own body has a considerable foundation. I thought of a way to use necromantic magic to deliberately and slowly erode his spirit and brain, and induce the power of all beings to impact. I'm still familiar with Sandru's technique, and I can't match his physical skills, but the mental and mental aspects are a little worse, at least I can make up for it. ”

"Yes, that'......" Inham nodded slowly. The reason why white magic treatment was ineffective against Javi's injuries was that he was not injured in a way, but had been distorted by Sandru's unbelievable way of distorting his normal bodily functions. If there is a person who is familiar with Sandru's methods and can be similar to Sandru in terms of demon control, then use the miraculous healing power of Pudu sentient beings. It really seems like the only way not to use the leaves of the World Tree.

"But I have to apologize to you. This method is a bit risky, once the Purdue beings are stopped in the middle of my action, it may be irreversible, there is no time to discuss with you at that time, I think you should have a remedy, so I took the risk, fortunately, luckily. Stephen seemed a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry to disrupt your plans. You should have had a better way to get him back to his senses? ”

"Mr. Stephen, I really want to thank you. Inham bowed to the ground.

"Where, by the way, a little after-effect......" Stephen hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly. "You know the effects of mana erosion...... Although there are purdue beings to make up for it, he may have some influence on his previous memories...... Of course, I guarantee that his brain will be absolutely awake in the future. ”

Inham looked down in contemplation, then finally looked at Jarvey and sighed. Nodding his head, he said, "Is that so...... Maybe that's a good thing for him too. He has come this far because he can't forget a lot of things......"

Stephen nodded, smiled and said, "There is a very interesting religion in the Far East, and there are many sayings that people's troubles are actually that they remember too many things, forget them, and let them go, so that they can get true peace and joy." ”

"yes, maybe. Inham nodded thoughtfully and looked at Janvi. Javi was still lying on the bed, just looking at the two of them with confused eyes.

"He's still weak, but he'll recover soon if he has enough mana. It's just that now it's not just necromancy that is needed, but also a huge amount of white magic to drive the body after being transformed by Pudu sentient beings, after all, the necromantic knight's own body needs to be driven by the consciousness of a normal person, and it is no longer enough to use necromancy alone. You can find a dozen priests and priests and channel all their magic power to your son. ”

As if he was a little embarrassed to assert himself, Stephen thought for a moment and said, "Well...... If you are not at ease, you can wait for a while to see how he recovers. Until you're sure you're okay, it's not too late to give me that thing......"

"No need. Inham reached into his bosom and pulled out a scepter.

Stephen's expression hadn't changed, but his eyes were already glowing. There was also a clear crack in the center of the cane, and it was obvious that the two halves had been put together temporarily. Stephen recognized it very well, this was what he had always wanted, and the faint fluctuations that emanated from the two when they were closed could not have been emitted by anything else.

Inham handed the scepter out, took it back a little more, and seemed a little unreassured, and asked again, "Teacher Stephen...... Are you sure. He's completely fine, and what's not going to happen in the future?"

"Absolutely not. You can rest assured. Stephen replied with a smile and confidence, but he didn't look at Inham, his eyes had been glued to it since the scepter was taken out.

"Well, since you say so. Then I can rest assured. Inham nodded, smiled, and handed the cane to Stephen.

Stephen reached for the scepter, his hand trembling slightly, like a boy touching his lover for the first time. "It's a pity that the King's Ring has fallen into the hands of Magnus, and it has been used by the loser four times, I'm afraid it has exhausted its strength, otherwise these two treasures of the strongest person in the Earth Continent can be reunited into ......one in my hands."

His words came to an abrupt end here. His hands continued to tremble, and they were shaking more and more, even his whole body was shaking, and his face changed completely. His other hand rose sharply, and a layer of black magic rippled around the edge of his palm, slicing sideways towards his right hand that held the scepter.

"Huh?" Inham's face showed a slight look of surprise, and he put his hands together, and a cleverly controlled force field shield blocked Stephen's left hand. Stephen's hand froze in mid-air, but the knife-like black aura in his hand flew out and slashed towards his right hand.

A cloud of purification white light flashed out of Inham's hand and collided with the black qi, but was then destroyed by the black qi. Inham flicked his hands together. Clusters of white light lit up between the two of them at a dense extreme frequency, finally dispelling the black aura.

By this time, Inham's hand had let go of the staff, and the only one holding the staff was Stephen's hand, and he himself was now desperately trying to cut off the hand holding the scepter, but Inham was trying his best to stop him.

"You ......," Stephen yelled. His originally thin and elegant-looking demeanor was now completely distorted, and his eyes were now full of fear and anger. The fierce and intertwined light, the eyes that originally seemed to be a well-educated scholar are now like a wolf struggling desperately in the middle of the stairs. Now it was not his hands that flashed black, but his whole body. The black magic fluctuations that surrounded his body turned into dozens of pitch-black blades, intertwining with him as the core and emanating towards the surroundings.

Inham had already flown away, picked up the bed and rolled over to a corner of the basement, and with a push of his hand, the bed was in front of the two of them, as if that was not enough. With a wave of his hand, the remains of the corpses of the two Necroknights piled up in the corner flew over and landed in front of the bed, and in an instant, they were put together into a strange shield.

There was a loud bang, and the entire basement collapsed. Not only the basement, but everything within a radius of tens of meters was cut to pieces like cheese by these black blade-like magic flying blades, and all the buildings above were shattered and collapsed. Dust flew and bricks splattered, and the place was in ruins in an instant.

The earth and rocks loosened, and Inham jumped out with Javi in tow, and he was already covered in dust. All the priests and swordsmen had gathered around the square, and no one had noticed what had happened here.

“...... It seems that it is really too risky......" He molded his chest, where there were already several wounds that were bleeding blood. Even if he has an absolute advantage in scheming and means, but after all, he is a member of the Necromantic Guild, after all, he is a magic cultivation that is decades deeper than him. If it weren't for the remains of those two necromantic knights, and if it weren't for the fact that he finally unleashed all his white magic to defend against them, he and Javi would only be part of this piece of magic now.

Using earth-based magic to separate the rubble of a place, Stephen was revealed. The necromancer was still in the same position, still clutching the scepter in his hand, and even the expression on his face was still twisted like that, and now it was even more twisted, for his head had been smashed like a pinched tomato by the collapsing stone from above.

Inham carefully removed the scepter from Stephen's hand. He was careful in his movements, for the end of the scepter, where Stephen had just held, was inlaid with a needle as thin as a hair. The needle, which was barely visible to the naked eye, had been hidden in Inham's ring, and had just pierced into Stephen's hand without a trace. No matter who is pricked by this needle, the poison refined with the Deya Valley and the mixed curse will stop all the functions of the person, even the magic fluctuations.

Even a necromancer like Stephen, who has been immersed in necromantic magic for decades, can at best ease the speed of the curse and poison hair slightly. And this slightly, it was only a second or two, and it could only give him one chance to cut off his poisoned hand. In the end, the necromancer, one of the strongest magicians in the continent, could only stand in place like a clay wood sculpture and wait for the bricks and stones to be crushed by himself.

"I'm sorry, I can't give this thing to you. While this may seem like a waste to you, it's much more useful than a dozen priests. With a push from his hand, Stephen's body slowly fell backwards, and his body began to crumble and scatter as he fell, until only a pile of rubbish-like shredded remains and clothes fell to the ground.

Javi lay in the rubble, as if he had run out of strength, and he had closed his eyes. Inham pressed his staff to his forehead and slowly recited the incantation.

With the incantation, the whole body of the cane began to emit a dazzling white light, which was not inferior to the white magic fluctuations of the Purdue beings and began to ripple in the surrounding air, but unlike the healing magic fluctuations of the Purdue beings, it was a more primordial, direct and intense white magic.

With sweat on his forehead, he didn't know the proper use of the scepter, but it didn't matter. The incantation he was chanting now was actually necromancy, and as he chanted, a black aura slowly spread from his hand towards the scepter. The white glow was forced by the black qi to flow up Jarvey's body.

Javi's body was like a sponge, as strong as the white magic of substance melted into him as soon as it came into contact with him. Inham's incantation grew louder and louder, and the sweat on his forehead grew, and his hands began to tremble. Eventually, all the white glow flowed from the scepter into Javi's body.

The white light had dissipated, and the scepter had become like a rotten stick that had withered for decades, and as soon as Hamm let go, it fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Inham was already sweating profusely, and it was difficult to even stand, which was still a little reluctant for his magical cultivation. But his expression was relaxed, and it was relieved, because Javi had already stood up.

After infusing the white magic in this scepter, the scars on his original body have completely disappeared, and unlike the original body of the Necro Knight, he now looks like a normal person, every inch of his body is filled with the luster and elasticity of life force.

Javi glanced at Inham, nodded, and then turned to look at Stephen, who had become a crumb, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.