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Summer is gradually disappearing, and autumn is coming with light dance steps.

In the Hogsman's Academy, the thin yellow that represents the autumn mood does not go too deep, only penetrating through some ordinary shrubs, and in the vast dense forest, it is still as green as ever.

After all, this is a warlock's world.

The change of seasons is not noticeable in this area, and the power of spells and alchemy keeps the academy in its best state, making it easy for creatures to survive and grow.

In a small room near the library, Vincent was silently reading a scroll.

After the strange sight of a hundred people bowing on the monument of the academy that day, he stayed in his house, rarely went out, and quietly studied various materials.

In addition to his urgent understanding of the background of the world and his desire to absorb all kinds of materials, there is also the factor that he does not want to bump into Haig again.

When he sees the next time, he can't guarantee that he can still hold back and not slap the other party to death.

So far, Vincent has been in the academy for a few days, and he has some understanding of this academy, and he has also talked to Dean Pig, understanding that the other party hopes that he will keep a low profile, not expose his strength at will, and wait until next year's college competition to give people another surprise.

And under such an insignificant premise, it's better not to shoot indiscriminately.

"Actually, it's not bad like this, in the days when no one is worried, my mana has increased very quickly, and my torso has been tempered by almost a third. ”

Flipping through a pale yellow piece of paper, he thought to himself.

The head is the most delicate organization of a person, so when refining with mana, Vincent is careful and careful, and in the black iron realm, the control of mana has reached another level, and the body is not as fragile as the head, so the degree is much faster than before.

"Recently, I've had the same feeling as when the Mana Sun was born, and it shouldn't be a few days before my sixth Sun will appear. ”

His fists clenched, and he recalled in his heart that on the academy monument that day, hundreds of names bowed to him, and he had a kind of anticipation for the future.

Eventually, how many suns will he have?

Eight, even nine?

A qiē is unknown.

As his mind flickered, he flipped over another piece of paper, and some of his wandering thoughts fell on it.

Suddenly, Vincent's mind changed.

In the deep black pupils, a portrait of a dog's head emerged.

This is the information of the kobold demon god he has always dreamed of!

The library of the academy has a rich collection of books, in order to be familiar with this world, he has been spending time on spells and world background, and he has no time to find information about gods and demons, and those books are extremely rare and not easy to find, but he didn't expect to find them at this time!

"Anubis, the god of death and hell, the master of death, the guardian of hell, the legend is the god of the jackal's head and the human body, the gate of hell that suppresses and imprisons the souls of countless gods and demons. He has several incarnations, one of which is Hermanubis, a dog-headed human body, who has a strong study of alchemy.

His name celebrates death, and because of it, he will repay the gift of mercy to the brave creatures who dare to touch it......"

After reading this paragraph of information intently, Vincent was silent for a moment, recalling his visualization of the god and demon.

It is true that the creature's head is a little different from a normal dog's head, but it is not obvious, after all, the jackal is actually a dog-like creature, and as for the gates of hell......

He recalled the deep gate behind the kobold demon god and nodded secretly.

"It should be that door. ”

Vincent continued to look down, but his face was a little unsightly.

Because next, there's a narrative of the power of death.

"As the god of death, the power he holds is the power of death. Countless warlocks have longed for this power and pursued it, but those who are close to death will eventually be corrupted by death, and the powerful death warlocks have been rampant in the three major eras of warlocks, bringing countless beings to the end of their lives. It's just that the more powerful the power of death, the more it will eventually become the shackles of life, and the continuous use of the power of death will bring about a sharp loss of vitality, no matter how powerful the bloodline is, it can't withstand this endless loss, and in the end, they all return to the embrace of death and become messengers sent by Anubis.

With their departure, the Deathmancer, once the most powerful being, disappeared into the tide of the times. ”

After reading this paragraph, Vincent was silent for a while, calming his mind, trying to mobilize the power of death in the black sun, and at the same time feel his own vitality.

Sure enough, as mentioned in the book, while using the power of death, his life has been constantly depleted, although this loss is very thin, but the power of death used is also very small.

Recalling the scene when he used the Halberd of Anubis to destroy the sun troll in one fell swoop, his vitality leaked wildly, he was silent for a long time, and it took a long time before he said a word.

Sure enough, worthy of the name, it is actually the power of death, which brings death to others and death to oneself. ”

He took a deep breath and continued to read the text below.

"Since death is the source of the end of life, it is also one of the most terrifying forces in the world, and the creatures killed by this power will completely eliminate the wildness of the creatures in their bloodlines. As a result, Deathwarlocks used to slaughter living beings in a frenzy, seizing bloodlines, and extending their lives with the powerful life force contained in their bloodlines, and even mythical creatures were slaughtered in some powerful worlds. Due to the fact that there are so many mythical creatures that have died, it has aroused the anger of some gods and demons, and they have vented their anger on these Deathwarlocks, which is one of the reasons for their disappearance. ”

After reading for a moment, Vincent finally set a warning for himself.

The power of death cannot be used as a last resort.

This is a double-edged sword, not only hurting others, but also hurting oneself.

And at the moment when he was reading, in the sea area far away from the Hogsorcerer Academy, there was a flying winged beast more than thirty meters long flying.

On the back of the giant beast, a dozen human warlocks stood, looking into the distance.

"Ero, is our purpose this time to test the Hogwarlock Academy?"

Standing up, one of them asked aloud to the purple young man standing at the front.

The purple young man had deep eyes, a resolute face, and was wearing a light gray robe, which was quite proud.

Hearing that someone asked him, he smiled and replied, "The five-year academy competition is about to begin, as one of the four strongest of the eight academies four years ago, we have a reason to visit the fifth-place academy to add a little confidence to next year's big battle." ”

The man listened to the description, but waved his hand disdainfully.

"Oh, I see, I don't care, anyway, the result is the same, in our Truth Academy, this year there have been many powerhouses in the Black Iron Realm, and there have been geniuses like you, Mr. Ero, no one can stop us from reaching the top, it is estimated that even if it is a warlock from the first academy last time, it is estimated that next year it is not your opponent." ”

"Morin, don't underestimate others too much, Hogswarlock Academy is still very profound. ”

Although he said this, there was no trace of respect on Ero's face, and he was obviously very conceited of his own strength.

The winged behemoth was still flying, and it was not far from the academy.