Chapter 15: The New Seven-Character Mortal Star

After Lawrence was gone, Jehovah crouched down and touched the circle.

A chill came through the gloves.

"It's ...... them"

A pale golden flame ignited from Yahweh's fingertips, burning the blood from his gloves.

"Hasta, is that you............"

Jehovah's eyes were on the seashore outside the city of Don.

“It's still you, Cthulhu.” (Or you, Cthulhu.)

Shaking his head, Yahweh stood up and smiled self-deprecatingly.

“Am I even scared of them?” (When did I start to be scared of them?)

“ I'm about to retire and something like this happened.” (I'm retiring, and there's so much.)

“Bad luck.” (Bad luck)

Beyond the city is the sea, and in the depths of the sea, who knows what creatures have been forsaken by the Creator

"The war between the gods........."

With a sigh, Yahweh left the room and burned the circle with the holy jar before leaving.

"Come with me, there may be something in the sea if it comes out......"

The LORD stood at the door, preaching.

"What's going on? It's the circle upstairs?"

An instantaneous Ling Yu also appeared downstairs, and his clothes changed back to the robes of the Infinite Heaven Mage.

"חוק שמים וארץ, אזאתות" (Azathos, The Rules of Heaven and Earth)

"Isn't the Blue Star your territory, and can other main gods interfere?"

"It's another mythical creator, far more powerful than me. ”

"Now it's just a descendant of its creation, and I probably can't stop it. ”

"It was a myth of a system of power that completely surpassed all myths. ”

The eyes of the Lord were fixed on the far reaches of the heavens, in the midst of the endless darkness, in the chaos, which existed beyond the orderly universe, a place beyond the reach of any dream;

This destructive force, indefinite, exists in the deepest chaos, tumbling and boiling at the center of all infinity, blaspheming and blaspheming—the unruly demon lord Azatoth, whose name no tongue dares to shout.

In the uncanny dark halls of the other side of time, in the middle of the low, frantic beating of the abomination drums and the hollow and monotonous howls of the monstrous Magic Flute, it was hungry and eroding.

"Yahweh, Yahweh!"

Ling Yu tugged at Yahweh's sleeve.

"Oh, sorry, I was thinking about something else. ”

Jehovah scratched his hair and apologized.

"Let's go, there is a group of heretics in the New Asia Valley of Ireland, go find them first. ”

Jehovah walked ahead with his head bowed.

"He seems to be preoccupied. Ling Yu followed with a puzzled expression.

As the cold wind blew through the city, the people were isolated at home, and groups of knights, wearing special helmets, patrolled the streets.

“Fuck off right now!”

“Pope, thank you。 ”

A knight in white light armor bowed to the old man on the throne and exited the palace.

"Whew, I don't know what happened to them. ”

The knight took off his helmet, with light blue eyes, long black hair, draped over his shoulders because of the helmet, and a handsome melon seed face.

It's our fall.

"Alas, the Pope is getting more and more irritable......"

"I don't know what happened to the Infinite Heaven......

There is a floating island in the lonely sky, and in the center of the island there is a splendid church, which is the headquarters of the Seven Characters Imperial Court.

In the conference room on the upper floor of the church, four white-robed old men seemed to be discussing something, and their faces were red.

"Ling Fan, don't you want to fight with the old man, Jesse Kyle can only follow me, you are refining the power of necromancy, how can you hand over her, the Holy Law Priest, to you!

"You're not a good teacher either, the little girl practices summoning and long-range spells. And you? A mage, there are not a few spells, to the melee body and physical body are strong enough to be comparable to the pervert of Stardust, you are embarrassed to teach others? My necromancy is at least based on summoning and ranged, so there are things in common!"

The one who was called Ling Fan raised his head and looked directly at the old man in front of him and said, his voice was sharp and piercing like bones rubbing against each other, his eyes were full of dead silence, and his gray pupils were like an abyss, as if his soul would be taken away at a glance.

"Also, don't call me Ling Fan, you're not qualified. ”

"You!" the silver-haired old man slapped the table angrily, and when he was about to make a move, he was stopped by another old man with a kind face and golden eyes beside him.

"Okay, okay, how old are you two, and you're still like little friends, Lawrence is right, you're not fit to teach Jesse Kyle. As he spoke, he didn't forget to hold down the silver-haired old man who had lost his temper.

"Jesse, this little girl, is with you, Lawrence. ”

"Hmm. Lawrence nodded.

The kind-faced old man made up his mind.

Lawrence Gaelde

alias Ling Fan, the first protector of the Spirit Dust Empire, but he has a more noble identity on the continent of Silia, the Necromantic Holy Law God, Lawrence, the King of the Eternal Night.

And the old man who quarreled with him in front of him was the protector saint mage of the Omore Empire, which was comparable to the Spirit Dust Empire on the Celestial Continent, Asperger O'Moor

The two of them are also one of the seven decisions of the Seven-Character Imperial Court, the Necromantic Ruler and the Dawn Enforcer, respectively.

And the old man with golden eyes who persuaded him was the honorary president of the Magicians Association of the Mycia Continent, Ars Gandalf, the CEO of the Seven-Character Imperial Court, the Inquisitor of the Firmament, and the only one who could hunt down the gods.

"Jesse has a place to go, let's talk about Zhong Ling. ”

Ars glanced around at the people around him, his gaze pausing at the only young man among the six.

"Zhong Ling, the youngest Xingyue-level astrologer, is not far from the Xingyang level, and at the same time, he was exceptionally admitted as an official astrologer by the Magicians Association, and won the third place in this seven-character mortal star competition. A pitch-black crow tilted its head to look at Ars, its eyes shining with a silver glow.

"As for her last .................." The silver glow in the raven's eyes began to spin, and if you looked closely, it seemed as if there was an infinite starry sky in it.

"Ozzy, don't tell other people's futures. The young man, with the silver stars floating beside him, waved at the crows hovering in mid-air.

"Tut-tut, Philit, this girl is the most suitable for your apprentice, with a strong talent for astrology and a natural character. Oz said as he landed on the young man's shoulder.

"Anything is possible, don't peek into the future of others. The young man stared at the raven and said again.

"Plop Leng" Oz was stared at by the young man's hair, flapped his wings a few times and obediently stopped the running stars in his eyes.

Ars looked at the two and smiled, "Okay, Mordis, don't freak out Oz, it's also for your good." ”

"It's just that if I hadn't seen you as a lonely man, I wanted to help you find an apprentice......" Ozzy muttered with his head down.

"What do you mean, Mordis?"

"Hmm...... Well, I'll take her as an experimental assistant first, and as for the apprentice, I'm thinking about it. Mordis said with some hesitation.

After seeing Mordis agree with Zhong Ling to stay with him, Ars smiled with relief.

Don't look at Mordis's youth, in fact, he and Ars are the same generation, but everyone has more or less taken in apprentices, only him, except for Ozz to accompany him, there is no other living creature around.

An astrologer who is highly sought after wherever he goes, he forced Mordis to live like a necromancer, away from the crowd and from everything.

"Ahh

"Finally someone!" If Oz could cry, he must be crying with joy now.

After all, it and Mordis have been "dependent" for three thousand years, and now they finally have someone to accompany them.

"Hahaha, Lord Philit Mordis, a ninth-level astrologer in the Lonely Highlands, has accepted his apprenticeship, this news is really exciting. ”

At this time, a bald old man wearing a bishop's robe walked in from outside the door, "I wonder what Mosingana knows will happen?"

The old man looked at Mordis with a smile on his face.

"Sandru, you're enough!" Ozzy exploded when he heard the name Mosingana, and the silver starlight in his eyes began to fluctuate.

"Hahaha, Oz, you're too unproductive, your master didn't say anything. When it came to you, you actually blew up the hair first. Bishop Sandru said with a stomachache as he looked at the fried Oz.

"Could it be that the rumors are true? Two years ago, when you first joined the Seven-Character Imperial Court, Moszingana took a fancy to your master, and as a result, your master turned you into his own form to fool Mosingana......? Hey. Bishop Sandru watched as Ozzy's smile grew sinister.

"Sandru, do you want to die. A tremendous pressure fell on Bishop Sandru in an instant.

"Poof. Bishop Sandru spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was crushed to the ground, and his bones were creaking.

"Lawrence, what do you want to do!?" Esperger, with a wave of his staff, held the pressure on Bishop Sandru.

"Teach this law-enforcer who doesn't know the height of the sky, what's the matter, am I not qualified?" Lawrence looked directly at Asperger, and with a press of his hand, another pressure descended.

"You!" Before he finished speaking, Asperger felt the stronger pressure from Lawrence, and hurriedly concentrated on helping the spirit resist.

"Enough. Ars looked at the two of them and waved his hand, dispersing the forces that were suppressing Esperger's and Sandru.

"Today's discussion is about where these young geniuses are going, not about settling your grievances. ”

"What's going to happen in the seven-character mortal star finals three years later, what's the point of a group of old immortals fighting around?"

Als looked at the few people around him and said, "Now, can you sit down and have a good talk?"

PS: The author is a big cousin in the liver wilderness recently, and the update will be a little slow, forgive me (=·ω·=)(=·w·=)