In the human realm, the application of spiritual energy has created all extraordinary abilities, and the gifts of the gods have made many gifted ordinary people superhuman.

The knight tempers his body, finds a point that is in harmony with his natural spirituality, obtains the so-called Dou Qi, and awakens his talent at level 4, officially stepping into the ranks of the strong.

Monks and nuns are more likely to receive gifts from the gods with devout faith, and as long as they are pious and not badly gifted, they will not be too slow to be promoted. Once you reach the stage of the Holy One (7-8), you have to be tested by the gods and become an angel (9-10).

A mage is similar to a knight, but this type of person is more of a test of talent, and the level of talent is often more important than the rank. However, everything is equal, this kind of person has received the gift of fate, and will naturally suffer accordingly, the faster the magician is promoted, the greater the spiritual energy in the body, the easier it is to go out of control, and losing control means becoming a monster without reason. (In fact, all transcendent humans have the possibility of losing control, and as the level increases, the probability of losing control will increase, but it is easier for magicians to go out of control.) ）。

Lich mages, the deceitsters of fate, they were originally magicians, believing in the gods of death or the abyss. They were human beings, and at the end of their lives, they would find a stranger to bury them, and then resurrect from a pre-designed corpse, and each resurrection would live ten years less than before, and when the last resurrection came, they would also go to the abyss, and the soul would become the plaything of the believer.

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Liam's expression was calm, but he was muttering inwardly, did the old thing in front of him who walked into the grave on half a leg believe in the original death or the later kurag?

Of course, as the heir of Kurag, he would never ask such a stupid question, and it would be embarrassing to believe in Kurag, if the other party answered that he believed in the Primordial Death.

"Larry, Kurlo, I've written down your name." Liam tries to speak in a majestic voice that is not emotional, so that he can elevate his personality.

"You are the heir of the Lord of Endless Darkness, and your name will be remembered by countless people, and your humble servants will sing your praises forever." Larry's age was stimulated by this kind and almost didn't pass.

"Hmm." Liam nodded in satisfaction, ready to ask about something, but at this moment, the black flame covering his body seemed to be touched by something and became agitated.

Liam was keenly aware of this and immediately looked up at the second floor, where he could sense that something was there.

The reason I say something is because it doesn't emit the smell of a creature.

In the "curtain", the second floor exudes a strong dead air, and there is no other color.

"Corpses? Undead? "Liam is extremely sensitive to death, which must have appeared out of nowhere when he was talking to Larry.

"Larry, since I'm here, why don't you take me to meet that friend on the second floor." Liam lifted the "curtain" and used it one after another today, both mentally and magically is close to exhaustion, and now he has to hurry up and recover.

Larry came to his senses, got up in a hurry, humbly hunched over, and reached out to make a gesture of invitation.

Liam looked like he was as usual, and walked up the stairs towards the closed door on the second floor.

A dozen steps, Liam felt as if he had walked for a long time, his mind constantly thinking.

Larry is a Lich mage who believes in death, and Harpy allowed himself to show off his breath before entering, which means that Harpy knows who the group is in the restaurant, so he will warn him, and he thinks that this group of people will not cause me harm.

"Teammates?" Liam then snuffed out this option, remembering Larry's madness when he saw the black flame, and called me a descendant of the Grim Reaper, but the three descendants of the Grim Reaper recorded in history are all dead and have no place to be buried...

Exhaling without leaving a trace, Liam's right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, his thumb rubbing gently against the ring he wore on his index finger.

"This is my last reliance, I hope it doesn't come to this point." Liam raised his hand, ready to push the door open.

The invisible wind opened the door, and in the dimly lit room, a dozen candles were lit, and across the table, a humanoid creature dressed in a black robe and buried its face in a hood sat quietly.

Liam stepped into the room, and the dimly lit room was filled with a solid darkness, a black wave that completely flooded the door as Larry entered.

The windows were open, and the bright sunlight could not penetrate the black seabed, and the area illuminated by the faint candlelight was the only shelter in the house that was not submerged in the black water.

The black flames grew more ferocious, and Liam had to be distracted to control the irascible power.

"Now, my lord, we offer you our gift and wish you a new life." Larry appeared next to the black-robed figure at some point, picking up a small, silver cigarette case from the table.

"Cigarette case?" Liam's expression immediately became solemn, gift? It's more like a temptation than a gift.

Reaching out and taking the cigarette case, Liam found that the small cigarette case had been spiritually spaced.

Larry slowly stepped back, his ugly face always with a smile, but this smile looked extremely strange and evil under the candlelight and the black tide, like a demon crawling out of a grave.

"Actually, he's a demon crawling out of his grave." Liam sneered at the other party in his heart, brought the cigarette case in front of him, and poked his right index finger into the spiritual space, pouring magic into it, and destroying it easily.

Rubbing the fingers against the edges, pressing down on the grooves, and the cigarette case was opened.

On the silver underside, under the light of candles, golden waves glow, and between the waves and mottles, match-sized objects lie quietly in the center.

Curious, Liam picked up the object with his fingertips and placed it in the palm of his hand.

The black flames seemed to come to life, like snakes coiled over their shoulders, and in the blink of an eye, they burrowed into the object in the palm of their hands along their arms.

Liam only felt that his palm was hot and painful, and then countless crimsons appeared in front of him, and in that red light, the sharp pain when crossing suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by vague memories and crazy babbling.

"Andreus...""The last heir of the Franklin family...""The ruins at the top of the peak of Chogori have a path to....""The slice of the Kurag, no, I'm the only one..."

Liam tried his best to see what was in the blinding red light, the frantic whispers of the time travel, the shattered memory images.....

It was the graveyard of all things, it was the endless mountain peaks, the towering temple, the skull sitting on the throne, and there was a golden slit in its eye, which was ..... "the truth of everything".

Liam fell from the sky into the mortal world, and his spirit returned to this body.

The empty eyes gradually gained focus, and the line of sight became clear, and he saw the black-robed man standing in front of him.

He was like a withered man, blind with a pair of eyes, with one eye and one ear missing from his face, his nose and mouth split in half, and his hands and feet cut off one from each other, but he stood in front of him, his knuckled hand pressed against the wooden handle.

Liam was fully conscious, and looked in amazement at the object in his hand that had somehow turned into a shovel.

"Mandy's Styx Shovel." The black-robed man made a screeching sound, and the hands exerted force, and the soft black light wrapped the entire shovel, gradually shrinking it until it became the size of a match.

Liam looked at the small shovel in his palm differently, "Who the hell are you..."

When he looked up, the black-robed man was gone, and the black tide that filled the room had dissipated with his departure, and the bright sunlight poured in through the window.

Knocking over the table, Larry's twisted body gradually recovered from his hysterical madness, and he struggled to get up, his ugly face looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Dear Lord Liam, you have passed the test, and the Spirit Order Raman Mandy has pleaded with you." With that, the lich mage, whose real name was Ramangel, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Liam looked at the small shovel in the cigarette case in a daze, and his heart was already in turmoil, "The Second Age betrayed the organization of the Life Research School, the Spirit Order. ” 。