The snow in the sky is still falling.

After a night of brewing, the snow grew heavier and heavier, and for a moment there was no sign of exhaustion, and it seemed endless, covering the whole of Mechela.

Close to the city of Luo, the very top of the castle of Nochira.

The ground here is very flat, about 1,000 square meters, like a square built in the sky, and on it, nothing is placed, and it looks very vast and lonely.

In such a large area, there is only one person standing quietly.

Vincent closed his eyes, calculating the harvest of these days.

On his fingers, the ten spatial rings all shone with a faint glow, and they were of different colors.

And while shining, what was inside was revealed.

Gold, diamonds, gemstones, herbs, books...... And so on and so forth, the number of them was so great that he was a little dizzy.

After a while, the brilliance on the ring was gone, and Vincent opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

To sum up, during this period of time, his income can be said to be very large.

Slaughtering those hellish creatures doesn't have much to gain in essence, and those bodies are just some alchemy materials, which can be used as an after-dinner dessert for ogres when they die, and other than that, the value is not significant. However, the amount of property left behind by the Warlock family was extremely large, and most of the Megira area was visited, so that Vincent's empty wallet was truly satisfied.

In terms of gold alone, he has more than 50 tons, and the purple gold bricks have more than 70 pieces, and there are many precious things in them.

Since he doesn't have to worry about wealth for the time being, he should also put this matter aside. Think about the more important things.

"With my current strength, when fighting the devil, safety should be no problem, and then as long as those academy warlocks come back and inquire about the battle, I can go back, and I have the evil spirit that I was once hunted down by the devil. ”

Vincent thought to himself, and a hint of coldness flashed in his heart.

In the human camp, he was once chased by more than twenty Silver Realm devils, and countless people died because of him. If you don't take revenge, it's hard to feel good in your heart.

After a moment of silence, he turned his attention to summarizing what he had learned from the days.

Due to the growth of soul power, the young man gradually sensed and controlled the power of the sun's power, and in the battle of Baihara City, he comprehended the meaning of the power of death, and with a powerful spell such as the River of the Dead, his strength skyrocketed, almost stepping into another level.

Originally. He is not an opponent of the devil with the power of one man, if he does not use the power of death, but. Once he began to realize the power of the sun, he could crush the devil and beat him, even without the power of death. Sooner or later, the devil will be taken down by him, it's just a matter of time.

After thinking about it for a while, the problem popped up.

He still hadn't created his own spells. But why did it still win?

"I obviously didn't open up a powerful spell, but after sensing the scorching characteristics of the sun's power, my strength still skyrocketed by a level, why was I able to suppress it?"

Vincent muttered to himself, a little puzzled.

In the texts of countless warlocks, he has seen countless people in the past emphasize the importance of spells, but for him now, it seems that spells are not very important, why is this?

Could it be that the warlocks were all wrong?

Or is there some other reason?

He stood quietly in the wind and snow, unmoving, and the thoughts in his heart kept jumping.

Soon, Vincent put all his thoughts into his thoughts and feelings, and gathered the scorching breath, and the snow fluttered and fell on his body.

For today's young man, what he needs most now is not to frantically improve his strength, but to pause and deal with the problems and confusions born on this path of cultivation.

These days, he had read a lot of books, absorbed the knowledge of those books almost like a swallow, and did not make time to put them to good use, and now, he had an excellent opportunity to think.

"I've been a warlock for five or six years, and from the very beginning, I've been learning spells non-stop, from the most rudimentary crust, Burst of Fire, to the current Sun Spear, Anubis' Halberd, etc., etc., I've seen not 100,000 spells, but also thousands of them, so, I've seen so many spells, I still don't understand a question, what is a spell?"

"Runes are a necessary condition for spells to be cast, but what are runes? Why can they make mana work? And the runes of alchemy, are they the same as the runes in spells, have the same effect?"

"Speaking of bloodline, why can a person with bloodline become a warlock? Why can only a person with bloodline in his body can cast spells?

One question after another popped up in Vincent's mind, circling through his mind.

He hadn't thought about these questions before, but now that he thought about them, they surged out wildly, making him have to think about the relationship between spells, bloodlines, and runes.

In thought, Vincent couldn't help but close his eyes.

And as time passed, the flying snow covered the human body with a thin coat.

The cloak grew thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping Vincent's entire person, turning him into a snowman more than a man tall.

Three days.

For three whole days, Vincent stood still, motionless, allowed by the wind and snow to multiply on his body.

Although he didn't eat or drink, with the current physique of a Silver Realm warlock, even if he didn't eat or drink for more than ten days, he wouldn't starve to death.

In the past few days, Nochira had come up to him, but seeing that he was in some strange state of thought, she did not bother, but just looked at him and retreated.

Until the night of the fourth day.

The color of the sky is still dim, precipitating a haze that has not dissipated for a long time, and it is no longer possible to see through the darkness attached to the night by the vision, and the snow is still so big, covering the sky and the earth.

At some point, the humanoid snowman at the top of the castle moved slightly.

A few seconds later, a mighty heat swept out, like a violent raging wave, pouring out in all directions.

The heat was so intense that it shook the thick snow on its body and turned it into smoke and dust, and the surrounding snow melted away as the heat approached, as if it had encountered the hottest sun.

Vincent's nose twitched and his eyes opened.

In the pupils, the three kinds of golden, black, and red light flowed into brilliant brilliance, and then drowned in the pale gray pupils.

The expression on his face was one of relief, but with a slight movement of his fingers, all the snowflakes melted within a hundred meters of him above the entire castle.

Looking at this scene, Vincent couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle and muttered.

"I see. ”

As he spoke, a frenzied heat surged behind him, and two huge wings of fire swept violently, five meters long, and brought a surging hot wind.

And this momentum is far greater than the spell Flame Feather he used before!

With a slight smile on his face, Vincent's heart moved, and he rushed towards the heavenly dome angrily.

His speed was faster than his original flight speed!

In the past, Vincent could still see faint shadows and the trajectory of his flight, but now, his speed can only see one golden point of light after another with the naked eye, as if he is jumping between spaces, and the trajectory is even more mysterious and difficult to find.

Rushing down, I could only see a strange passage of vacuum in the snow, which was five or six meters thick, and in this passage, there was no trace of the existence of snow.

"I see!"

With a shout of joy spread in all directions, Vincent's speed was as fast as a bolt of lightning piercing through the cover of the snow curtain and breaking through the barrier of the clouds.

He stood above the clouds.

There were no snowflakes or raindrops around, only the bright stars in the sky, and the three bright moons hung high in the sky.

How beautiful and spectacular is this view?

There were countless stars and moons reflected in his pupils, and the corners of Vincent's mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't help laughing. (To be continued......)