"Phil!!"

Illia had forgotten how long it had been since she had dreamed.

But this time, she clearly remembered the happy times when she was a child, and the knightly squire who always followed her.

It's a pity that the other party is completely dead.

This pain, even if she killed Richie with her own hands, could not alleviate it in the slightest.

She put on her ornate magical robe and walked out of the Mage Tower.

It didn't take long for Tacloo to come up to her: "I'm sorry...... Richie has added all sorts of anti-detection magic to his 'Horcruxes', and I can't find the location of his Horcruxes......"

As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, the Lich will never die.

Even if Illya kills Richie once, as long as the other party's Horcrux is not found, one day, the other party will return from death.

"It's okay, as long as he dares to show up, I'll kill him, again!"

Iliya replied in a cold voice.

Tacloau, on the other hand, frowned, feeling that after this trip to the north, Ilia had changed a little.

In fact, the changes brought about by being promoted to a sixth-level magister are similar to those of transforming into a lich, except that there are not as many negative emotions.

But because you have too much power, it's also easy to get out of control!

"Illia, you know, I've been ......"

Takelau took a deep breath and spoke affectionately.

"Sorry......"

Illya's eyes moved, but he refused very directly: "Now, I just want to climb to the pinnacle of magic, and I don't think about other ......."

"No ......"

Looking at her back as she resolutely left, Taklau felt his heart being stabbed: "Could it be ...... The person you've always liked, is it Phil? ”

……

Nether Empire, Magical Calendar, 120 years.

As time passed, magic became more and more deeply rooted in life, and every citizen of the empire proudly proclaimed himself a 'citizen of Nether', proud to be a magician.

And one legendary magister after another is also constantly born.

Each Magus will build his own floating city.

One floating city after another rose one after another, spread all over the continent, and finally after statistics, it had exceeded the three hundred mark.

Taklau also entered the realm of a sixth-level magister due to the feedback from the magic net.

At a certain meeting of the Magi, Ilia proudly declared, "Magic is the essence of everything, and the Mage has taken control of the world!" Ladies and gentlemen...... Let's cheer together! ”

But secretly, Illiyah revealed her worries to Taclou: "Although the sixth layer of the magic net has been perfected with the assistance of hundreds of mages, the seventh layer ...... Elusive! ”

"It's completely new territory." Taclau could only be comforted: "Perhaps...... It will take more than 500 years of accumulation ......"

"No, as the master of the magic net, I can feel that with the spiritual power and faith of the magician, it will take far more than 500 years to build the seventh layer of the magic net and make it a 'rule', maybe our thousand-year lifespan will not be able to wait for that day."

Illia replied with a wry smile, her expression becoming more determined: "We need a new obelisk!" ”

Taclau was shocked: "Have you forgotten my prophecy and the teacher's reminder?" ”

"I want to ...... My magic empire and I are ready now. Ilia replied.

Hearing this, Tacloo couldn't help but be silent, and after a long time, he sighed faintly.

……

"Finally...... After reaching glory, do you want to start dying? ”

Sulu looked at this scene and sighed in the same way.

The obelisks of the Zerg, from the Ancient Continent, those who dominate and the old gods.

Among them, the first twelve pieces are okay, just recording some mysterious information, after the research of the Zerg and humans, they have been transformed into the cultivation of 'strings' and 'runes', and the two extraordinary systems of extraordinary warriors and magicians have been born.

And the thirteenth obelisk is different!

Its appearance itself represents ominousness!

It is an item brought out of the devil's trench by the king of the Zerg who lost his troops and paid a huge price.

There is even a message left by the old gods on it, recording the ritual of communicating with the ruler of dreams, the old god Montich! With the power of terrifying pollution!

As a result, the Zerg were polluted and fell into bloody sacrifices and crazy worship, and eventually the entire race died out together, and only a few members were transformed into pure spiritual beings and became a great race, Spot.

"This time, is it the turn of the humans?"

Sulu thought indifferently: "However, this is also a spur...... As long as someone can be promoted to the gods before they are destroyed......"

After all, the madness and destruction of the Zerg is also an extremely long process.

"So...... As you wish! ”

Sulu stared at Iliya and slowly spat out.

Before the birth of the obelisk, with his will, it became very 'orderly', and the thirteenth obelisk, which was full of polluting power, has never been found.

But now, it can be born.

……

Under the will of the Magic Emperor, the entire empire is like a sophisticated machine, and it moves quickly.

All the Zerg ruins were excavated, even digging three feet into the ground, and the magicians formed an adventure team, constantly looking for new ruins in the ocean and the continent.

Unwittingly, they measured the depth of entire continents and even oceans.

Only the Devil's Great Trench has become more and more dangerous, and even the fifth- and sixth-level Magi cannot get close, and it has become one of the few unknown places.

The secrets of the Lost Continent, the legends of the Old Gods and the Creator, are still buried there.

In a tropical rainforest.

Three floating cities descended violently, covering the sky and the sun.

"Dami Magus, please first!"

Three legendary magisters, with a large number of mages, flew down together.

Among them, as the first generation of personal apprentices, Dami undoubtedly became the leader.

"Hmm!"

Dami was the image of a gray-haired old man at this time, but he was in good spirits, with silver thunder and lightning wrapped around his body, standing in the void, like a god high above, overlooking the tribe below.

It can be seen that the other party is very primitive, with tents set up with thatch and wooden frames, and the members are dressed in animal skins, and there is a feeling of drinking blood.

"Primitive tribes, how can there still be such savages?"

He frowned.

"Your Excellency...... After being investigated by the vanguard of the adventure party, it is believed that this is the remnants of an old empire, fleeing into the rainforest, gradually degraded due to its loss from civilization......"

Nearby, a magician immediately bowed down and replied, "Not only that...... They also mastered some bloody sacrificial methods, and gave birth to a very mysterious 'witchcraft', and our people traced the clues from this aspect...... The thirteenth obelisk, the treasure of civilization, should be in this area! ”

"The obelisk is the truth of magic and should not be held by savages!"

Dami raised his staff coldly.

The next moment!

A terrible shower of meteors rained down from the sky and overwhelmed the primitive tribes......