"Welcome to the world of the Spellcaster!"

Ning Pingle slowly raised his head, on the open field comparable to a large coastal city, countless black chains as thick as thighs spread out from all sides of the room, his gaze penetrated the dense iron cables, and finally saw the behemoth in the middle.

It was an illusion as if he were looking up at the mountains, and everything in his eyes seemed to be swallowed up by the creation in front of him, and when he looked at the behemoth with its head held high like an ancient god, it seemed as if he was watching him condescendingly.

"Oh my God!"

Ning Pingle subconsciously spoke.

Imprisoned in thousands of chains was a mountain-like lead-gray serpent's head, and even if Ning Pingle's words were exhausted, it was difficult to describe his sense of power that was intertwined with grandeur and savagery.

It's God!

There is no shortage of such beings in the myths of civilizations, and countless theologians have spent their entire lives searching for their full picture, but they have not been able to find them.

When Ning Pingle was trading with Xiang Liu before, he was pulled into a place similar to a spiritual space by Xiang Liu, and he also looked at the tip of the iceberg of the magnificent giant thing from a distance in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain.

But looking from afar is a completely different concept from standing in front of that behemoth.

Only when he really stood here did Ning Pingle understand how lucky he was to be able to seal Xiang Liu.

The snake head that was torn off by force was so thick and perfect, weathered by the years, but as if alive, on the beautiful body, the palm-sized dense scales covered the snake's head, obviously it looked so huge, but it looked so small on its body.

He still maintained the same appearance as when he was alive, his face was full of hideous bony protrusions, and his lead-gray torso was like a stone sculpture, sealing the majesty of his life.

Even though he is a dead god, he is still as powerful as a god in front of mankind.

"This is one of the nine heads of Xiangliu, a very powerful existence, right?"

Zhou Beimo said softly.

Ning Pingle took a deep breath:

"You're right, I'm already starting to wonder how I sealed him away."

"Have you figured it out?"

Ning Pingle smiled and pulled the sacrificial mask behind his neck to his face.

The moment the mask fit on his face, the light of Zhong Kui's evil talisman flickered, and he suddenly hugged his head, and a deep pain spread, as if there was something in his head that was about to come out.

The world became pitch black at this moment, and iron chains broke through the walls, hovering around Ning Pingle with fierce eyes, but they were pressed back into the wall by Zhou Beimo with a wave of his hand.

If he doesn't stop it, the countermeasures of Yili City will directly turn Ning Pingle into the object of display of rope art.

The senior spell masters around him felt a deep water-like coercion on his body, and when Ning Pingle raised his head, a pair of dark green eyes slowly opened.

He seemed to have become him, and with a cold wind like a knife in his eyes, he twisted his neck unconcernedly and came to the corpse of the restrained god.

There was a black water-like shadow spreading under his feet, and the confined corpse of the god was pulled underwater by the twisted arm that stretched out of the black water.

The chains that restrained the corpse and made it unable to move shattered one after another at this moment, and the flowing black water seemed to hide a huge mouth of the abyss, completely swallowed by the black water without the slightest resistance.

"Two-ninths of your body, then, Ning Pingle, if it were you, you wouldn't be able to live up to our expectations, right!?"

Zhou Beimo couldn't help but think.

The next moment, Ning Pingle's expression began to become hideous, a strange and suppressed laugh came out of his throat, and his bones rattled slightly.

Some senior spellcasters had already begun to lose the pressure and gently grasped their hands on the spells behind them, and cold sweat slipped down their faces.

A terrifying malice is swearing its existence without scruples.

Even if it was Zhou Beimo, there was a solidified arrow of light behind him.

Everyone present were all veterans of the conjuring world, and there were even a few veteran players, who were also first-class and top-notch conjurers who could play outside, but at this time they were silent.

Mana and spells gave them power and power, and even prolonged their lives, but when they heard Ning Pingle's laughter, they seemed to hear the taunt of death.

"rua~ This thing, it's so uncomfortable to absorb!"

Ning Pingle raised his head again, slowly took off the sacrificial mask, retched, and showed a disgusting expression on his face.

"Haha~"

Zhou Beimo couldn't help but laugh when he saw this expression.

Now it's completely certain!

It's not just the player's inherent physical nature that matters, he can even easily maintain himself when confronting Sangyanagi.

There is a small group of members of the Spellcaster community who are in the direction of the Seal, and in the organization's parlance, these people belong to the Sealer of the Spellcasters.

Among them, the top batch, there may not be one in the world for hundreds of years, each of them is the pride of the sky in the sealing field, I don't know when it started, such a person has an exclusive title-

The implication of the designated seal is that as long as the seal is properly sealed, even a god may be completely sealed into their body without being affected.

There is no doubt that Ning Pingle, this young man, is a genius in the field of sealers, a natural spirit medium, a genius who can seal even the remnants of a god and have the opportunity to compete for the position of [Designated Seal].

Ning Pingle let out a burst of shasa inhalation sound in his mouth, and said in a tangled voice: "There is no problem in this way, right?" This kind of thing, if you want to seal it, it's not an easy job.

I'll eat it all, and I'll leave the rest to you, no problem, right? ”

"Of course."

Zhou Beimo raised his head and said, "Liberated a top combat power, Ning Pingle, you really helped a lot."

With that, the hidden selection is activated, welcome to join us, newcomers. ”

He didn't laugh like a fake.

Every time a new conjurer joins, he's happy.

"Externally, we generally call ourselves from [Spark], but internally, we prefer to call ourselves [organizations]."

Zhou Beimo winked at him, went over and patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Welcome, new S-class sorcerer, and...... Excalibur of the Dawn! ”

"I'm here"

A mechanical female voice suddenly sounded.

"Ning Pingle, I officially represent Xinghuo and invite you to join, if you agree, please say yes."

"I'm sure, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"Verification passed, Spellmaster privileges begin."

"Ning Pingle, provisional number S0076FY

……

In the corner of the room where Xiang Liu's corpse was held in Jinli City, Jiang Meng hid behind everyone, quietly looked at Ning Pingle's figure, and said in a low voice:

"Ning Pingle, if you embark on this road, it will be difficult for you to turn back, on both sides of this road are the bones of the forerunners who fell on the road, and I don't know how many people died because of this......

But this is the only way you can go, so do what you can and struggle to the end, Ning Pingle. ”

……

[Location: Daxia, Tiandu, Tiandu University Campus, Supercomputer Special Room, Basement 4th]

An illusory light and shadow swayed in the air, and that was the host of [Starfire]'s exclusive artificial intelligence [Hedgehog Dawn Excalibur].

In front of the projection, countless dense data streams are shuttling.

Instructions are ringing.

"Unlock the temporary number 'S-Class Sealer: Ning Pingle' related permissions"

"Spark database security lock, unsealed"

"Pig Dawn Excalibur sub-program, activated"

"Spark Intranet Rescue System, Activated"

"Secret Document Repository: Partial Unsealing of S-Class Data, Full Opening of S-Class and Below"

"The Spell Vault of Wenwang Temple in Yili City: The fast application channel for B-level or above spells is unsealed and unsealed; Class B and below spell usage rights, unsealed"

"The Designated Seal Library of Wenwang Temple in Jinli City is opened" "Special Department Weapon Holding, Open"

「……」

"Welcome back, Ning Pingle"

……

Zhou Beimo watched this scene quietly, and said softly in his heart:

"The amount of mana power has not directly soared to twice as much, compared to the power of one-ninth of the Xiangliu corpse recorded in the organization's classics, is the Xiangliu corpse sealed by this kid stronger than the Xiangliu corpse that undoubtedly resisted back then......

"Oh, that is, as we guessed, we keep not one-ninth, but one-eighteenth?"

"Can you be sure, it's not the middle echelon of the gods, but the first echelon level of fierce gods?"

"Ning Pingle, you have to work hard, it seems that there is a new person on the throne of the mythical sorcerer."

……

【Location: Toei, Tokyo】

In the company of a landmark building, a phone rang.

"Hey, well, it doesn't matter how long you stay in Great Xia, if you have time, go investigate the situation over there [Starfire], I heard that they have another S-class, try to find them as much as possible."

Well, I'll give it to you here, but remember, don't be an enemy of this level of existence. ”

……

In America.

In the East Slavic Federation.

In the Federation of Vigland.

In the kingdom of Gappe.

In the Germanic kingdoms.

In the Commonwealth of Itley.

……

More and more sorcerers who received the news looked at the ancient land with a peeping eye.

Vaguely, a new wave is kicking off.