From the vast and prosperous Central Continent of Ansel's world to the southwest, after traveling through mountains and seas for hundreds of millions of miles, you can see a terrifying sea of blood covering thousands of miles.

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There, the blood-colored waters are always choppy.

In the midst of the churning waves, pieces of broken and dry bones were swept by the waves of blood, floating and sinking, just like the sad fate of a small mortal, involuntarily.

And surrounded by hundreds of millions of bones and endless blood and water, islands large and small, are hidden in the vast black clouds and blood mist, and they do not see their true faces all year round.

No one knows how many ghouls and ghosts live on these mysterious and dangerous islands.

No one knows how many miserable mortals have been kept in captivity on these islands, used as toys and meals by countless demons.

This is the territory of the Day of the Sea of Blood, one of the twelve suns of the world of Anzel.

A sea of blood.

Immediately close to this dangerous sea of blood is a continent that is shrouded in shimmering light all year round and never has a dark night—a glorious country.

This realm is also the realm of a Shining Sun-level being, the Sacred Sword Day.

Sharp and viscous, holy and bloody, light and dark.

The existence of such an extreme rejection of power attributes in the same domain will inevitably look at each other and hate each other, and then fight fiercely.

A kind of all-out confrontation from top to bottom, from the top Sunbla to the bottom of the two subjects.

This confrontation has been going on between the two kingdoms for tens of thousands of years.

Today, it has evolved into a deep hatred that never ends.

A kind of all-encompassing hatred that immerses hundreds of millions of sentient beings in the two countries, from group culture to individual cognition.

Therefore, the fierce war between the glorious kingdom and the bloody ocean has not been extinguished for many years, and the chaos has continued one after another.

As a result, the most intense front-line theater on the border of the two sides has become the world's most famous killing field in Ansel.

At the same time, these war zones are also the "vanity fair" used by mercenaries who lick blood on the knife all year round to earn good rewards and make a name for themselves.

At this moment, in the edge area of this "Vanity Fair", a huge fortress stretching for thousands of meters made of thousands of gray and black boulders, swirling thousands of rays of blazing light from top to bottom, and the surface is covered with scars and breaches and a thick historical atmosphere, is quietly suspended in the air above the boundless boiling sea of blood.

This is the Templar Bastion, one of the frontline bases for the Templar Legion under the command of the Brilliant Realm to fight the demons of the Blood Sea.

It exists here, and it also indicates that the flames of war will be rekindled.

At this moment, in a towering watchtower in the center of this huge fortress like a small city, a handsome young man with blond hair and armor, a golden cloak slowly moving behind his back, and a faint cascading witchcraft aura around his body, was staring through the narrow light hole at the viscous black clouds that were slowly floating on the blood-colored sea hundreds of miles away.

Its gaze was as sharp as a thousand-mile arrow, and even the rolling black clouds that clinged to the boundless sea of blood were as thick as a city wall, they could not stop its cold gaze full of murderous intent.

Under his gaze, the hundred and ten ghouls on the cliff of a lonely island hidden in the boundless black clouds in the distance suddenly felt a sharp pain around their bodies as if they had been poked by needles and bayonets.

Afar.

"The famous ocean of blood......

After staring at it for a long time, the dazzling color in the young man's eyes, which represented the brilliance of witchcraft, slowly disappeared.

He chuckled and whispered, "How much soul power and hash points will you bring me?"

In fact, the young man was not a native of the Anzel world.

He was originally an ordinary unemployed young man from the "Earth Star" Dragon Kingdom in an unknown time and space, and unfortunately died of food poisoning in a rental house thirty years ago, and then his soul traveled here.

If there are no particularly big changes, there is a high probability that the young man will be like in his previous life, be an ordinary honest person, and spend a relatively hard and somewhat mediocre life.

But perhaps it was the mercy of fate, the pity of his sad life like a sewer rat in his previous life.

After the crossing, the young man had just spent the years of ignorance after birth, and suddenly found that there was a super optical brain chip with a variety of powerful functions such as perfect memory, overclocking thinking, data induction, event analysis, model construction, simulation and deduction, etc.

With the help of this black technology chip, a young man born in an aristocratic family learned the knightly breathing method, which is extremely complex and difficult for ordinary people, at the age of five, and optimized and iterated it into a new version with higher efficiency and greater functions.

After a few years, with the help of the chip, the young man spread the name of "genius" to all the provinces of the mortal realm where he lived.

Living in the worship and praise of thousands of people all day long, the young man who was still honest and contented has gradually fallen in love with the wonderful feeling of being surrounded by saints and envy in front of people.

He began to like to show his intelligence and wisdom in front of everyone, just to enjoy the amazement and admiration of others.

Therefore, only a year or two later, the young man was noticed by a wizard who happened to be passing through this ordinary country, and took him out of the mortal kingdom to join a wizarding organization.

As soon as he entered the wizarding organization and really came into contact with the vast amount of knowledge of the transcendent world, the young man knew for the first time that the superbrain chip would also be "stuck" and difficult.

Esoteric arts, rituals, rituals, meditations, runes, ancient spells, contracts, astrology, spiritual numbers, summonings......

All kinds of mystical knowledge beyond the comprehension of ordinary people suddenly drowned the youth and the superbrain chip like a dark and dreary sea.

In the almost helpless torment of wanting to get started but not being able to, he finally realized that although he had wizard qualifications, his spiritual power level and cognitive level were not high.

Without the help of chips, it would be difficult for you to even get started at the apprenticeship level.

At this time, the wizard who had high hopes for the young man, who was also his current mentor, saw that his learning efficiency and absorption ability of witchcraft were so unbearable, and in disappointment, he immediately turned his face and ruthlessly sent him to the back kitchen of the big canteen organized by the wizard, making the young man a small worker who was responsible for slaughtering chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep and geese.

It was in the process of slaughtering these livestock that the desperate young man was pleasantly surprised to find that his chip, which had reached the limit of computing power, actually jumped up a little.

Although the number is not high, it has indeed increased.

Faced with this situation, his thinking magically did not go in any wrong direction, and Huo Ran understood that his superbrain chip could be upgraded.

[In view of the general environment,

And the way to level up is to keep killing living beings.

It must also be a creature with a certain amount of soul reaction, like some maggots, flies, earthworms, butterflies, and cabbage, greens, flowers, and trees, all of which are useless to kill.

So the young man endured the hardships and tiredness, gritted his teeth and worked for a month.

After a month, his light brain chip was immediately "nourished" by the continuous killing of young people, and it rose to a new level in an instant, and his computing power increased dramatically.

With the support of computing power that is far better than in the past, all the difficulties encountered by the original beginner wizard apprentice were stepped on by the young man in an instant.

He was just ten years old that year.

Since then, the progress of young people has been unstoppable.

The name "genius", which was originally only circulated in the mortal realm, has gradually spread among wizarding circles.

And what supports his continuous progress is his almost mad killing away from the perspective of everyone.

Ordinary domestic animals and even wild animals in the forest are no longer enough.

The youth began to kill people.

Robbers, bandits, bullies, cattle thieves......

All the bad guys in the traditional sense have become his targets.

It was at this stage of frenzied killing that young people's three views and cognitions gradually began to change.

At the beginning, he killed people, but he also upheld a relative justice, and he didn't want to kill good people by mistake.

Don't want to kill innocent people by mistake.

But in the middle of the period, the young people who were killing more and more people gradually began to become numb.

He felt that no matter how good people are, what bad people are, they will eventually die.

Mortals who live for a few more decades will not enjoy much happiness, and may suffer a lot, so why can't they dedicate their lives to him.

And in the later stages.

Young people don't even have the time or the mood to discern who is good and who is bad, and they no longer find any reason to convince themselves.

Just kill them all.

Anyway, in the eyes of the young man, after the mortal dies, except for the soul body that will be devoured and absorbed by himself, the rest of the corpse will not move even if he kicks it or slaps it, and it is no different from the dead pig in the slaughterhouse.

So what about killing?

Obviously, at this stage, in the eyes of young people, the difference between animals and humans has gradually become blurred, and they are just pockets of flesh and blood that die after just one glance.

At the same time, with the gradual improvement of his own witchcraft level, the young man has also thoroughly understood why the superbrain chip will have the magical phenomenon of "computing power upgrade" after killing living beings by himself.

Very simply, the operation and calculation of various functions of the superbrain chip need "hardware" to support.

And this "hardware" is his soul.

Originally, in the face of all kinds of ordinary knowledge in the mortal realm, only the weak soul of the young man who was less than ten years old was enough to deal with it.

But after arriving in the wizarding world, after facing more complex and mysterious knowledge of witchcraft, his soul power level was obviously not enough.

Only by killing, killing all creatures with souls, and absorbing their soul power, can his soul grow, so as to drive the superbrain chip with its soul body as the basic "hardware" to upgrade together.

In other words, today's youth is simply a devil in human skin, a soul-eater who completely devours the souls of other living beings as a delicacy.

"It doesn't matter, none of this matters."

The blonde youth chuckled coldly, "As long as I continue to devour, when my computing power reaches the point of near-omniscience, even Anzel, the creator god, will be trampled under my feet!"

Just as he was in anticipation, a sturdy middle-aged man who was also dressed in heavy sorcery armor pushed open the door and hurriedly walked in.

As soon as he approached the young man, he immediately bent down and respectfully said, "Good day, honorable Marquis of Walton, the mercenaries have now assembled on the school grounds."

"How many are there?" Jerk Walton asked with a blank expression.

"The total number of mercenaries who participated in the campaign this time was fifteen hundred and seventy-four, of which the number of wizard apprentices was the largest, one thousand three hundred and seven; The number of first-class wizards was the second, at two hundred and thirty-three; The number of second-level wizards is the lowest, at thirty-four, and there are no third-level wizards for the time being." The middle-aged man replied methodically.

"Well, the work is very detailed, not bad."

Jerk Walton bowed slightly, "So, have you already publicized the campaign reward policy for them?"

The middle-aged man nodded respectfully and said, "The propaganda has been completed, and now we are waiting for you to do the final pre-battle victory ceremony."

"Well, let's go." Walton's expression remained unchanged, and he flicked his cloak lightly, turned around and walked briskly towards the door.

The stout middle-aged man stepped forward, took three steps and made two steps, and left the watchtower with him.

Pedal Pedal –

Footsteps continued.

After the two of them left the watchtower, they pulled out the remnants of the Dao with great speed and followed the winding corridor from high to low, and in a few minutes they reached the bottom of the school field inside the Templar Fortress.

The mercenaries, who were scattered around the vast school grounds, mainly in small groups, also began to whisper when they saw Walton himself present.

"Look, important people are here."

"This is the Marquis of Walton, how young."

"It's not easy to become a legion commander at such a young age."

"Except for envy or envy."

"Who calls people geniuses?"

"It's a genius, it's a witchcraft monster."

"Oh, I don't know, is that an exaggeration?"

"At the age of thirty, you can set foot in the realm of a third-level wizard, do you think this is a monster?"

"Shhh...... It's a bit outrageous, I'm still an apprentice at the age of thirty."

Listening to the words coming from the school field, feeling the shock, envy and jealousy and other emotions overflowing from the mercenaries' ears, the corners of Walton's mouth, who slowly walked up to the high platform of the school field, slowly raised, and he chuckled secretly in his heart:

"yes, that's how it feels, jealousy, isn't it?

Oh, come and be jealous of me, jealous of my genius and incomparable!"

In fact, these mercenaries are a little conservative.

Now just thirty years old, Walton has already reached the pinnacle of a third-level wizard.

And at any time, he may break through the realm barrier and become a thirty-year-old morning-star wizard who has been rare in the entire Anzel world since ancient times.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Commander of the Ninth Legion of the Templar and the Chief Executive Officer of this Demon Eradication Campaign......

Just as Walton was enjoying the darkness of his heart and standing on the high platform with some eloquence, time and space suddenly distorted in a clearing at the edge of the school field.

Buzz –

In the sparkling churning of time and space, four mysterious black-robed people of different heights, from nothing, slowly manifested in the air.

Bizarrely, such an obvious and bizarre scene did not attract anyone's attention.

Not only did the mercenaries who stood at the back of the house and the closest ones not notice, but even Walton, who was the farthest away but had a wide field of vision and almost an overview of the entire school field, was as if he was blind, completely unaware of the scene that he found under his nose.

What's even more strange is that the four black-robed men also seemed to expect that no one would pay attention to them, and they did not flee the scene in a panic after landing here, but stood quietly and silently, as if waiting for something.

Whew-

Suddenly, a dry, cold wind blew up inexplicably.

Obviously, the wind is not strong, but it can roll up a large area of sand and dust on the ground of the school field, and magically condense into rows of suspended subtitles in front of the eyes of the four black-robed people.