Looking at the five majestic puppet soldiers in front of him, the golden bone armor was like golden water, indestructible, and had a heroic and awe-inspiring momentum, the old ghost nodded with satisfaction.

The mechanical giant hand on the ceiling moved again, this time not holding another weapon in his hand, but his five fingers converged, clenched into a fist, and there was a burst of sound in the air, and a punch smashed into the chest of a puppet soldier.

With a "boom", there was an explosion sound at the junction of the two, if it weren't for the puppet soldier being tightly held by another mechanical giant hand, I was afraid that it would be smashed directly.

The mechanical giant hand slowly retracted, and Ivan also saw the situation of the puppet soldier clearly, only to see a slightly concave fist mark on his chest, and the sunken Diwan slowly recovered in an instant, as if the wound just now was just an illusion.

The old ghost looked at the new number on the meter on the wrist of the mechanical giant, and after some calculation, he got a new data.

"How was this time?" Ivan asked.

"The progress is not small, the maximum strength of the body has reached between ninety and one hundred and thirty degrees, which means that the body defense of these five puppet soldiers has reached the level of a second-order ordinary mage's spell attack, and it is only a slight injury. The old ghost put aside the parchment and quill pen in his hand and said.

"This one-man plan should be over, right?"

"There's one last step to go. After speaking, the old ghost took out his left hand in the invisible mid-air, and suddenly took out five old color scrolls, the scrolls were black and red, painted with strange and mysterious patterns, it was a golden balance, but the strange thing was that one end of the Ming Ming Flat was placed in real things, but there was nothing at one end and one end with the real thing up.

"What is this?" Ivan asked curiously.

"The balance of injustice, the most unfair contract among the many magic contracts, is one that belongs to the master-servant contract, but it is the most cruel one of the master-servant contracts, the servant's body is unconditionally controlled by the master, no matter how unwilling his heart is, he cannot disobey the master's orders. The old ghost unfolded the five scrolls one by one, and the blank and yellowed scrolls outlined a pair of eyes.

The eyes were empty, as if waiting for someone to inject aura, and the old ghost dripped the blood of the five puppet soldiers into one of the eyes of the scroll, and when he was done, he looked at Ivan.

Ivan bit his finger and squeezed out the blood, dripping into the other eye of the five scrolls.

The blood gradually melted into those eyes, and the hollow eyes became full of spirituality, and they blinked playfully, and two sharp rays of light shot into the puppet soldier and Ivan respectively from the position of the eyes.

Five sharp lights directly hit Ivan's eyes, and in an instant Ivan couldn't help but be dark in front of him, and then five miniature scrolls slowly appeared in his mind, and there was an invisible line connecting the other party on the scroll, Ivan had a feeling that he could absolutely control the other party's body, and even the other party's inner thoughts could be probed one or two.

However, for some reason, when these five scrolls appeared in Ivan's mind, he had a feeling that he was almost complete, as if he could only fit one more magic contract now, and he could no longer fit it.

Holding back the dizziness of his head, Ivan asked the old ghost, "Old ghost, what's the matter, how do I feel that I can only sign a magic contract at most now?"

"Master, this is normal, a mage can only sign a maximum of six magic contracts at the beginning, and after being promoted to a sixth-order high-level mage, he can sign nine magic contracts, and finally after reaching the tenth-order legendary archmage, there is no such limitation. The old ghost replied.

"Is that so?" Ivan said suddenly.

"Master, I still need to help these five puppet soldiers add some things, it will be a long time, do you still have to wait here?" the old ghost asked with a smile.

"What do you say?" Ivan said.

In the room, Ivan slowly opened his eyes, lazily bent his waist, squinted at the already bright sky outside the window, he didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

"Boy, how can you sleep like a dead pig, no matter how you can't wake up. "I heard Viodi's voice.

"What's your business. "Ivan didn't have a good air.

"It's really none of my business, and I didn't call you, it was your teacher who kept knocking on the door and calling you, who knew that you slept like a dead pig, and there was no reaction. Vio said slowly.

"Bastard, you didn't say it sooner. Ivan scolded, got up and put on his coat, washed up hurriedly, and hurried towards Kanom's laboratory.

The knock on the door echoed through the silent hallway, and after a while, Kanongamen's voice came from the laboratory: "Come in, Ivan." ”

Ivan pushed the door open and entered, and saw Kanongamon lying on his back on a wooden chair, a little tired with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, thinking that he was again troubled by the problem of reactive metal.

"Teacher, you need to rest well, otherwise your body will collapse, and who can solve the problem of reactive metals?" There was a rare worry in Ivan's voice.

Kanon Gamen opened his eyes slightly, and saw the slightly disturbing warmth in Ivan's eyes, it really seemed that it was so familiar, he was like this in his memory, but unfortunately everything changed later, everything changed.

"It's fine, there's nothing wrong with my body. Kanon Gamen said lightly.

"Teacher, I don't know what you're looking for me? Yesterday I was meditating for too long, so I couldn't hear your voice in my sleep, and I didn't wake up, + I'm sorry. Ivan saluted apologetically.

"It's okay, just good news for you, the Academy's once-in-a-century Rush Trials will begin in three months. Kanom Gamen said.

"Storm the tower trial?" Ivan was puzzled.

"Oh, I forgot that you are just a freshman who has just entered the academy for more than a year, and the trial of rushing to the tower is very strange to you, you should know that there are thousands of black towers and one white tower in the center of the academy. Kanom Gamen said.

"You know, each Black Tower represents a Tenth-Order Legendary Archmage. Ivan nodded.

"Do you know who the owner of the White Tower is?" asked Kanongamen.

Ivan shook his head in bewilderment.

"There are three masters of the White Tower, the King of Magic, the Prophet of Magic, and the Lord of All Things, which not only contains all kinds of powerful spell scrolls, but also countless precious secret methods and magic materials, and is the most valuable treasure of our highest magic academy.

The White Tower is a trial place for the three adults to stay to train the students of the academy, which not only has a lot of resources, but also many obstacles and difficulties, and the trial of the tower is to let students enter the White Tower, explore and hunt for treasures, and by the way, hone the students' spell combat ability. Kanongamon replied.