Itako Samai (the Dark King's doppelganger) stood in front of the hall door, and Siselt looked at him, his eyes narrowing, "You're spying on me?"

Itako didn't look at him: "Bishop Sterry told me before, my answer at the time was that I needed to think about it for a while, and now, I have the answer"

"Biante" looked at Itaco with a fiery look that seemed to devour Itako: "So, your answer is ......"

"I agree to be your new body, but, when this is done, you have to protect my family, and if you agree to join the Holy Bishop, you need to give them preferential treatment," Itako said.

"People who believe in God are given preferential treatment," Sterry said.

Itako nodded and spread his arms: "Let's start then"

"You two, is it because I don't exist!" A spatial blade instantly blocked "Biante".

"What are you doing!" "Biante" eyes shot out of pitch black gas, and he looked at Sisselt angrily.

"Do you think that what you told me before that he took the initiative was nullified?" Siselt looked at the middle of the two men, and the smile on his face became more and more hideous.

Indeed, once the soul transfer technique starts, it is irreversible, and Sterry wanted to take the first step and take advantage of Siselt's time to stop it, deprive Itako of his body and erase his soul, so that everything he had negotiated with Siselt before would be nullified, and he would fall back into his control.

"Contract, give you three seconds" Siselt waved his hand, and blood-colored characters appeared in the air, these are what they just talked about.

"Biant" looked at Siselt and then at Itaco, who had been held hostage by Siselt, and his desire to obtain a shell for nothing could only be frustrated.

"Biante" held out his hand.

"Use your own!" Siselt waved his silver staff, and "Biante"'s hand was cut off.

Yes!!!!

Sterry could feel Biant's soul wallowing in pain within this shell.

Sturry knew she couldn't fool him.

Biant suddenly fell to his knees, and the seven orifices spewed out black qi, forming an illusory impression of the black spirit, and his right hand, which was condensed by black qi, broke away from his whole body and was imprinted on the contract in the air.

"That's the real you, haha" Siselt grinned as he looked at the contract forming in the air.

"After this matter, I will settle accounts with you," Sterry said coldly, the contract had turned into a silk thread, connecting the two of them, and then disappeared completely, and the contract that had been connected to Biant before surfaced, shattering and dissipating directly.

"It doesn't matter," Sisselt shrugged, "I've got what I wanted"

Sisselt threw Itako at Sterry: "Have fun, hahahahaha" and turned to leave.

Sterry waited until Sisselt was gone, and couldn't wait to rush into Itaco's body.

Itako stretched out a hand and blocked Sterry: "Bishop Sterry, what you promised me, it's better to sign a contract as well"

"You ...... Okay!" is another contract that connects the two.

Then, Sterry drilled directly into Itako's seven orifices and began to frantically encroach on his body.

At the same time, Biant, who had fallen to his knees, had already awakened, and he looked at his trembling right wrist, bleeding.

"Siselt! I can't spare you!"

Itako woke up again, he shook twice, slowly stood still, and kept admiring his body: "Hahahaha, this is, magic!

"Bishop!" Biante hurriedly stepped forward to support Itako, his bishop, Sterry.

"Itako's soul is very strong, I can't erase it, let it sleep for the time being, and when I recover, I'll solve this matter" Sterry is still a little weak.

"Yes, Bishop, I'll help you back to rest first," said Biante.

"You go back by yourself, I can go, you can recover too, see if you can regenerate" Sterry hadn't cared about Biante for a long time.

"Yes" Biante was stunned for a moment, then retired.

Itako watched Biante leave, and suddenly, his head ached, and Itako kept banging his head.

"Why!" Sterry's voice came out of his mouth.

"Why didn't I promise you before, you had time to thoroughly inspect my body, but today, you are too anxious, you don't have the heart to be vigilant, I have prepared a big gift for you" Itako's mouth made his own voice, " I try my best to show that I care for my family, but in fact, I only have magic in my eyes, I only need magic, and I came to the Western Army because Siselt gave me a promise, this dark and sleeping seal, I have been preparing since the first time you entered the Overseer and wanted to deprive me of my body, I hope you like it, hahahahaha

"I won't let you go!" Inside Itako's shell, Sterry's soul was pulled into the abyss.

Itako hasn't fully controlled Sterry's power yet, and it just so happens that he needs to get used to it in a few days, and that's that he has to take over the Holy Bishop later, as well as the Moldism above, and he can't show his feet.

"Hey, I'm going to be the Lord of Darkness" Inside the gloomy hall, Itako's smile completely distorted.

......

The pope, who had not moved for many years, opened his eyes: "Something happened to Sterry, it seems that God is tired of him"

"The gift of mode, the bishop of the Holy Bishop has been delivered, this is the will of God" The old and solemn voice drifted outward, to several cathedrals in Cippo Penza, a phrase that only those who the Pope thought could hear, it was the oracle of God's voice.

......

The easternmost part of the boundaries of Dechmore, Mingbo Penza, and Idan Buk is the sea, and no one has yet been able to exhaust the mysteries of the sea, and different empires have different names, but this sea has an eternal name, the source of the end of the world—

Lake of Pisnoland. (God's Pond)

A long time ago, there were people who wanted to exhaust the end of this sea, some said it was heaven, some said it was hell, and many water magicians embarked on a long voyage, some came back after encountering a few islands, and some never returned.

Thousands of nautical miles away from the mainland, the easternmost island discovered so far, very large, much larger than any city of the three empires, was only discovered in the last hundred years, the three empires once stopped here at the same time, they called it Harunbayd Island, which means the door to heaven, there have been wars, and there have been peace talks, but no one has sailed further east.

The three empires sent people to settle here, and finally, after decades of negotiations, it became a public place, and there was a non-existent arbitration institution called the Conjuncial Court, and there were many auxiliary institutions, but because of the distance, many things could not be decided or negotiated by them at all.

Generally speaking, only things that have long been wanted to negotiate will be put on the court of the court to pretend to be a deal, and then sign the terms that both parties have agreed in private that are acceptable.

Therefore, the most exciting time for these idle magicians on Harenbaid Island is to hold the World Young Magician Elite Conference.

Once every five years, any group under the age of twenty can participate, there are no national restrictions, and the orcs can also go, but they need to cross the sea according to their ability, and there can be no war during the conference, otherwise, it will be boycotted by all large and small countries.

This conference is only to compete for the title of the chief elite magician of the whole continent, and in addition, the winner has the right to apply for help from all the magicians of the concollegiate tribunal, in other words, the concollegiate tribunal can do one thing for them.

Although he is idle, he can come here is not an old magician who has already been well-known and respected in the Strobinvar Continent, his energy is no longer what he used to be, but his strength is not weak, such a power can almost fulfill any dream of a person.

Therefore, this conference is also called a step to the sky.

Two years in advance, the news of the World Young Magician Elite Conference will spread, and just that, it will enter the year of preparation for the conference.

All empires, kingdoms, streets or mansions and castles are talking about the news of the World Young Magician Elite Conference, they talk about those well-known genius magicians around them, thinking that who will be ten thousand strong, who will be in the top thousand, and will sigh that so-and-so is not at the right time, the age is already past when the conference comes, and there is a special person on Harenbede Island to review the age, and if it does not meet the requirements, it will be repatriated.

A one-year-old can come, but a twenty-one-year-old cannot.

Except for Decchmore, who is at war, the rest of the places seem to have been exerted a vitality magic, especially in the days when the remarks were spreading, those who were in line with their age and those who did not meet the people they knew were excited, which was also the common wish of the three empires, urging the youth of the whole continent to forge ahead, serve the country, and resist the orcs (it was said that the orcs participated, they were in the westernmost part of the continent, and they had no chance to participate in previous years).

Large and small newspapers began to list some candidates, there are their own countries, there are other countries, large and small gambling houses and gambling cities have also begun to study, the initial odds have not yet been set, and when the information is complete, it is necessary to start building momentum.

It's a continent-wide.

......

"What are you talking about?" Infeit was very excited to see that in the last few days, Polly and Lazido had a few of them, and Andorra was also yearning.

"You don't know?" Polly looked at Infit, he didn't expect that Infit didn't even know about the World Young Magicians Conference, so he told him a rough idea.

"That's good, when the war is over, we'll join in," Infit said excitedly, but as soon as his voice fell, everyone was silent, and they smiled.

"What kind of expression do you have," Infit looked at them.

"How old will you be in two years? plus three years, you can do the math," Polli said, and the people around him certainly didn't understand why Boltie asked him to add three years.

Infit thought about it, and couldn't make it up to eighteen years old, early seventeen years old.

"Let's put it this way, even if everything is normal, the possibility of us going is very small, go, it is also the sophomore and junior to lead the team, Prince Milok is almost nineteen years old in two years, just right, under twenty years old, naturally the closer the better, the previous winners were twenty or nineteen years old, let's go, not enough for others to stuff their teeth" Bo Li said helplessly.

The crowd was silent.

......

The next night, the troops of Sbuchi and Khan entered the camp of the Imperial Army of Panmuminda.

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