Recalling Darkfang, Infit carries him to Miss Tina's restaurant.

When the three of Infit were about to go in, Affilep stopped: "Okay, that's it, I still have something to do, old man, I don't want to go in"

Infit turned his head suddenly: "Senior, you...... Is there anything particularly important?" I thought I was on my thighs, but before I could say a few words, the person was about to leave.

Ephilep glanced at Infit: "Golander asked a few old fellows to have a meeting, it is said that there is new news, it is about the Mod Sect, and when the meeting is over, I will go to play with Spring, I heard that he is seriously injured"

"Are you really not going in and sitting?" said Infit, still wanting to keep Philep.

"Boy, that's your own business, unless I have great ability, otherwise I can't take the subordinates of the Fire Luo Wen Sect to help you save people" Affilep knew Infit's thoughts, and he made his attitude clear first.

Infeit lowered her head, in fact, she didn't know if she didn't fight, if she really fought, only the three of them, not even a priest, if it weren't for Philep today, let alone the dark fangs, none of them would be able to leave, which made Infeit face once again whether she could rescue Fillena, and her heart was full of question marks.

"But I can help you restrain their bishops, and for the rest, you can figure it out yourself" Afflep left such a sentence, drew a rune out of thin air, and his body took off in the air, and flew away in an instant.

"Let's go in, boy, teacher, his identity is now exposed, this is Dechmore's shop again, if he goes in again, there will be a misunderstanding, and it will also affect the relationship between Dechmore and Mingbo Penza's double royal family, so don't force it" Simbertin patted Infit, until now, he didn't understand why Goland only sent himself to save people with Infit, their strength, there was no possibility of success at all.

The three of them walked into Tina's restaurant, Tina didn't expect Darkfang to be really rescued, she also asked Infit about their rescue, in order to protect the identity of Philep, Infit basically put everything he did on Simberdin's body, and several people worked together to carry Darkfang to the second floor, Tina's bed, to help him recuperate, and then, the three of them hurriedly ate dinner, and walked towards their hotel, they were going to discuss the next plan.

......

Butef, who was fanned by Ephilep, glided for a long distance before finally stopping the momentum, and a magic circle appeared with his hands, and a huge wooden butterfly flew out of it, holding him up.

"Kranmore Cathedral" Batev flew all the way to the heart of the Kranmore district, Detshire.

Spring's injuries were still recuperating at this time, he was sitting in his basement, surrounded by all kinds of puppets, humanoids, insects, and monsters, these puppets no matter what, exuded a strong smell of blood, unlike other puppeteers' methods, the puppets made by Springlin never used prostheses.

He's a living puppet!

And in front of Spolin is a platform, he has been sitting here for three days, that is, quietly, looking at a corpse on the platform, as if admiring an art criticism, he is intoxicated and watching, motionless, he does not need to eat, nor does he need to move, such a perfect puppet embryo, is his life's pursuit-

Puley's corpse!

In the big bang at that time, the rest of the bishops were running out, only the only one, the fanatical Spring, he turned around and rushed to the dead Poole, he wanted this complete corpse, even if it cost more lives, since the last time he was defeated, he wanted Pooly's body all the time, crazy that he had already designed many drawings very early, and the modifications during the period were as high as hundreds of times.

Although it was no longer a word when he died, this was a former word of light after all, as long as he dug more, Springing was confident that he would become his strongest puppet.

Springn stood up, and he limped over to Pooly's body, his new limbs reassembled, and he wasn't used to it yet.

Spolin looked at Pooly, he didn't seem to be dead, as if he was asleep, and Spolin did everything he could to help him block the damage of the big explosion, barely causing Pooly's body to suffer.

A wooden longboard popped out, with Sprime's carefully revised drawings over and over again, and he looked at every detail of it, tearing it off and stuffing it into his mouth from the bandages all over his face if there was anything he didn't like.

Split's hands were stretched out from the wide cuffs, both puppet arms, entirely mechanical, his hands severed from his wrists, and a knife and a pair of scissors appeared on the left and right.

Spring's only exposed eyes were filled with fanaticism, and he looked at the corpse in front of him, his hands slowly approaching.

"Bishop, bishop, bishop" The emergency announcement puppet sounded at the door, and Springling stopped where he was, the anger in his eyes was palpable, and with a wave of his hand, the puppet shattered.

The puppet's head rolling to the ground still says, "Bishop, Bishop"

Spring's knife and scissors were retracted into his arms, his hands hidden in his cuffs, and the high platform in front of him where Pooly's body was placed slowly sank into the base, and when everything was cleaned up, Spring's slowly limped out.

A bewildered Butev was kneeling in the doorway of his basement.

Springing looked at him, "Darkfang was robbed?"

"My subordinates are not doing well, please punish the bishop," said Butev.

"What about the others?" Sprin continued, his voice devoid of emotion, neither angry nor sad.

"I don't know, nowhere to be found," Butev replied.

"Who are you meeting you?" Spring's eyes moved slightly, he knew that there was nothing important, and his priest would not dare to disturb him in the basement.

Batev's eyes were full of fear: "Subordinate, subordinate... The person who fights, after careful thinking and judgment, should be... Runem, Philep"

A flash of lightning flashed in Spring's eyes, and the marble tiles around Butev shattered.

"Love... Phenanthrene... Strangle... Pu: He's back?" said Spring, as if in deep thought.

......

At this time, above the Black Spirit Temple of the Sky Realm that floated to nowhere, many people appeared, one by one, almost not the appearance of normal people, Golander was lying on his side on the throne, pillowed on Adrina's lap.

"Come on, come on, you, old man, I must be the head of the bishop when I come back this time!" Philep's voice came from afar, and as soon as it landed, it caused a big commotion.

"How old are you, you stinky scholar who doesn't even know magic, don't you just write two words?"

"Fatty, this old guy is pretending to be with us, what do you think"

"Crush him!"

"Ouch, you still don't believe me, come on, come on, let's go together, I'll see which of you can beat me"

"Up!"

"It's too arrogant!"

"Beat him!"

Seeing that these guys who are not ghosts and ghosts are about to fight, Golander sat up: "Okay, okay, don't fight here, besides, I let you fight for a while just now, don't tear down my floating island."

Only then did everyone fall silent, and a group of people stood in front of Goland, tall, short, fat, thin, and of all kinds, how did Golander look at it and feel uncomfortable: "I said that I am also good-looking, why don't any of my subordinates of the dark church can see"

"What do you mean, Golander!"

"Crush him!"

"Come, come, let's see if we don't teach you a good lesson today" Everyone is about to mess up again.

Golander clapped his hands: "Okay, okay, I know what I look like, I'm afraid I don't dare to install mirrors at home, and in the end, I still have to rely on my appearance to support the façade, alas, the people of the Modian sect are disgusting, but they look really good" As he spoke, Golander couldn't help but admire.

"This time, I came to you because of a more troublesome matter, and I want to tell you that I also discovered it through rubbing the Book of God" Golander has never changed his face when he lied.

"What's the matter?" asked the half-skeleton sullen old man, Cindy.

"The word light, old man Pooley, may be dead," said Golander.

"What! how could this be?"

"Otone kid did it, he can't beat Old Man Pooly, right?"

"Then now we must find the next word of light before the Molds!"

Everyone talked about it, the dark church is relatively poorly disciplined, and if the bishop in the Moldian Church dared to be so unruly, he would have been replaced by the pope.

Golander clapped his hands and quieted everyone: "This is not the worst news, according to my observations, if I am not mistaken, the word new light system should have appeared"

"Who?!" said in unison.

Golander sneered: "Otten, Pope Mode"

......

Infit bought another room on the lower floor where they lived, allowing Darkfang to rest, and the three of them went back to their room again.

The moment the three of them sat down in their chairs, they all let out a comfortable moan.

"It's finally over," Simberdin said.

"Not yet, there are more difficult tasks," Infeit poured cold water.

Simbertin waved his hand: "Let me numb myself first, today, you will treat us as if we are finished"

"By the way, Simbertin," asked Infit, leaning back in her chair, "what are you talking about neoclassical magicism, and I've heard of classical magicism, does it matter?"

"You don't even know this, and the genius who came out of Dechmoor, okay, I'll tell you about the history of magic theory in the continent today:"

Simbertin moved his body and changed to a more comfortable posture: "Magicians are a group of people who use magic in our current impression, in fact, in the first period of the birth of magic, it is not like this, magicians are a group of people who study the language of the gods, they can obtain great power by reciting these languages, this is the earliest magicians, they use magic for the purpose of studying magic, and each magician will have his own understanding of the language of the gods"

"In a general sense, the development of magic is distinguished by the way magic is used, from the very beginning, people thought that the release of magic must rely on the chanting of the language of the gods, that is, incantations, we call the old classical magicalism period, developed for a long time, there are new magicians found that spells can be written down in a special way, or written into special characters, that is, runes, to release magic, so far, magic entered the period of neoclassical magicalism"

"But writing a long paragraph is also very troublesome, and someone invented minimalist runes, which improved and condensed a lot of magic, and this period was very short, we call it minimalist magic."

"Then, the development of magic entered a period of great explosion, some people invented magic weapons, they found that with the help of enchanted artifacts can make the magic more smooth, and there is no need to chant or write runes, so magic entered the period of magic supremacy, at that time, the magicians deified the magic weapons to an invincible position, not everyone can have magic weapons"

"With Gritin's union of the elves, the Dike and the Tel, the casting of magic weapons became easier, the market began to circulate in a large area, magic entered the era of great magic weapons, and the power of magicians using magic was also greatly improved, and in the army, as long as it was safeguarded, it was a turret with amazing destructive power, so it was also called the period of fort magicalism at that time"

"Later, it was discovered that the stronger the magician, the weaker the physique, the more difficult it was to adapt to the changes on the battlefield, so the period of demonism began to appear in which magic and combat skills were mixed together, and at this time, Gritin's shop also developed a magic weapon that could fight and cooperate with magic"

"After that, it was our period, from the extreme emphasis on the balance of magic and combat skills to a dichotomy of magicians with magic, supplemented by physique, warriors based on physique, supplemented by magic, also known as the period of magic differentiation, which is roughly the history of magic theory and development."

Leaning back in her chair, Infit asked, "But I read in the books in our library that the magic turret is also classical magic."

"Then classical magic, it's just a theoretical branch of Fort Magicalism, can you read the book carefully next time?" Simberding's tone was full of disdain, but he didn't expect that he would know a lot about these theories when he talked about them.

"Alas, thank you Simbertine"

"Thank me for what?"

"These theories really help sleep ......"

"Ha....huh....hah....huh" Doris's snoring on the other side was already ringing out.

A new chapter is presented, I hope you like it.