"Of course it works, Your Majesty Asmodeus, in fact, I'm sure that the current methodology of Mr. Blackrobe is not much different from the methodology instilled in him by these ancient imperial arcanists, or rather, there is no fundamental difference. ”

Penny shook his head, disagreeing with the judgment of the Lord of the Nine Hells.

The idea came to him when he thought of Asmodeirs devouring Vishalen: even though he had previously learned from Hylasth that he had reshaped the methodology given to him by the Grave Keepers, Penny had thought about it and noticed a flaw in it.

Through contact with the Tomb Keeper and the current situation of Hylast's depravity, Penny has become extremely clear about the trajectory of the mad mage's fall, and it is obvious that after accepting the methodology taught by the Tomb Keeper of the Ancient Empire, Helast's Black Robe was still serious about sticking to the duties of the Tomb Keeper at first, but it soon changed.

Something may well have happened that caused Helast to come into contact with Pendrim's fragment and be corrupted by the will of the Elder Evil within, but it was clear that he didn't succumb to the Elder Evil's erosion - but not much better, as the lengthy erosion process turned him into a madman, and Torreel's famous Mad Mage was born.

Manipulating the Ancient Evil, he slew many grave keepers, knocked down Ansenfia, and probably regained consciousness at the most critical time, and did not cut the grass any further.

As you can imagine, when he was occasionally sober, Helast tried many ways to break free from Pendrim's erosion, but in the end he couldn't get him out of the madness.

In the end, Helaster Black chose a very extreme method, trying to abandon the methodology that was eroded by Pendrast, and at the same time tidy up the thinking in his head, but the result was that Pendrast's erosion of him was completely completed - the current Heraster is not crazy, and his personality is still independent, but Pendraster has successfully convinced him that he can use ancient evil to gain more power and create a new world, but in Heraste's heart, this is completely his own idea.

A successful erosion. And so it was.

So where does the magic of Helest come from now?

In such a short period of time, he could never have built a new methodology, and Penny was well aware of that.

Unlike him, Hyraster was originally a legendary arcanist. A collapse in methodology is a collapse, and trying to build it is not something that can be done in a year and a half.

If you want to recover your mana, you can only trace it to its roots—the original methodology that the Tomb Keepers had given him and that had not been tainted by ancient evils.

The grave keepers, including Ansenfia, are all dead, and even if they are not, there is Sazastan who has come forward to deal with it, for Hyraste. The security of this methodology is sufficiently guaranteed.

Restoring the methodology, it is impossible for Helast to copy it 100% as it is, so that too many loopholes are exposed, but in any case, the unchanged core is already destined to have many loopholes to exploit.

No one can guarantee that their methodology is flawless, and neither can Penny.

If you know the original methodology of Hylast, and spend some effort to figure out all the loopholes in it, then it will be under siege by Sazastan's party again. It's the equivalent of taking out one of the toughest enemies.

He had a lot of time.

With that person's help, the Time Dragon Tomb in the astral plane was unconditionally open for him.

With Penny's current arcane attainments, it is difficult to improve through years of hard work behind closed doors. Legendary Arcane places more emphasis on experiencing in a real environment and coordinating with the world, and Legendary Arcanists generally choose to travel through various worlds to gain new insights and research new and powerful topics. ...,

However, the environment of the Time Dragon Tomb is too closed and too isolated from the outside world, and it is destined to not be a good place to study legendary arcane.

But when you need a lot of time to do something, it's perfect there.

"Your Majesty Asmodeirs, as long as I know the original methodology, I will definitely be able to defeat Hyraste. Penny pondered, "It would greatly weaken their power." ”

"Okay. I don't know why you're so sure, but I promise you...... I hope you're not doing useless work......" The black snake opened its mouth, and after a while, it spat out a transparent memory crystal, which fell onto Penny's palm, and the wizard nodded, and activated the otherworldly teleportation spell. Disappear in this space.

Asmodeus' avatar shook and was about to project the will of the avatar back onto Nessers, but the arrival of a new guest put the thought on hold for a moment, and he spat out the serpent letter again, seeing a face that was furious and ruined.

"Oh~" he sighed: "It's hard to imagine, Grazt, you have such an embarrassing time." ”

"Igvirv!Igvirvo!Where is she?!"

The once handsome and graceful first beautiful male protagonist of the abyss is now completely lost, the magic festering Mithril whole body armor has shown a gray color, his original elastic black skin now looks a little dry, those blue eyes are full of bloodshots, his back is slightly rickety, and his body is thinner than a moment ago.

"Calm down, now that the influence of the Chaos Sea is gone, you should know that he is not Igvirvo at all. ”

Grazt was stunned for a moment, and then the calmness and wisdom of the top conspirator of the abyss in his mind gradually returned, which made his out-of-control expression gradually return to normal, and finally gradually became calm and serious: "Who is he?"

There was a smell of waking up from a big dream in his tone.

"Oh, why should I tell you? Grazt, we don't have that good relationship. ”

"What do you want?" Grazt's eyes flickered, "Lord of the Nine Prisons, my kingdom has collapsed, the army has died cleanly, and even my own strength has been weakened to this point, well, now I don't have anything to give you." ”

"Then you shouldn't have appeared in front of me at all, Grazt, going back to the abyss and waiting for death is your next destination. Asmodeus teased in a mocking tone.

Grazt snorted angrily, picked up the heavy sword that had begun to rot, and turned into the void.

"Do you really want to go? Or do you want to go somewhere else to find out where that wizard came from? Haha, you don't know any of the wizards who are making trouble on your territory, and if you go to the main material realm to find it, with your well-informed level, it is impossible to find it. Besides, that beloved of yours is a transfiguration wizard, oh, I gotta tell you, he'll probably never use it again. In other words, in the entire multiverse, only I can tell you who he is. ”

Asmodeus' laughter succeeded in causing Grazt to stop, and he turned sharply and stared at the delicate and fat incarnation of the Lord of the Nine Hells with a scrutinizing gaze: "Snake, tell me clearly, what exactly do you want?"

"What do I want? What do I want? Grazt...... The Dark Lord of the Abyss...... The Demon Prince......" Asmodeus whetted the appetite of the Demon Lord: "Oh. I'd say what I want is actually your ......."

"I—what are you kidding?" said Grazt, his face shuddered.

"Although your territory is gone, and the minions are all dead, I still appreciate you, dear prince of the dark dark, come here and do it with me. Asmodeus said slowly. ...,

Grazt's eyebrows jumped, and his face became very strange: "I'm Tanari, not Bato, not even Yugros...... Hell snakes. ”

"Is there a difference? No. Asmodeus laughed, "The abyss is finished." Beloved, I'm going to push it below the elemental plane, without the new power of the bloody battle and the new power of the abyss replenished by the river Styx. Maybe the Chaos Sea will generate new abyssal laws that are suitable for the new environment, but are you sure you can really adapt to the changed abyss? I don't think so...... Ah, look at the way you are now, you have lost your territory, your army, and even the power that the demon lord relied on has lost seven or eight out of ten...... Tut-tut......

Dark Lord, you might as well think about it, what about my hell compared to that hopeless place, I have regained my former strength. Behold, ye have been pushed out of the Nether Realm by me without resistance, and I will soon set off an assault on the Heavenly Mountain and the outside world, Grazt, you can never imagine the scale of this war...... Don't you think it's a pity to stay out of a war of this rank?"

The more he laughed, the more hearty he became. There was an aura between the words: "It's just a little change of concept, what's the difference between Barto and Tanari......? I don't belong to any of them, and don't care if this betrayal is dirty, dear Lord of the Dark, I'm sure there is no such thing in your mind, do you?"

Grazt's expression changed as Asmodes narrated, and finally he laughed, which lasted for five or six breaths, and finally broke off with two coughs - as Asmodeirs said, the power and origin of the Abyss Lord, who had lost his territory, were severely damaged, causing his demon body to be in a weakened state: "Ahem...... Ahem, ah, snake, I really don't have anything to say...... Whether it's from a point of view or from my personal standpoint, this is an invitation that I can't refuse. ”

"Then what are you hesitating about?" Asmodeus spat out the snake letter, and his hoarse voice tempted the demon lord in front of him: "Come, I can give you new strength immediately, let you get rid of this weak weakness, very easy, only need your nod ......"

"I said, you have to tell me who that man is......" Grazter grabbed Asmodeirs' incarnate neck, and brought the round snake's head into the focus of the reddened blue eyes, "I must find him." ”

"Ah, that's fine, you want revenge, don't you? He ruined your kingdom, of course you want revenge...... This is normal. Asmodeus didn't mind Grazt's rudeness, and in fact, as the supreme lord of hell, he had the heart to tolerate this small faux pas.

"Did I say I wanted revenge, snake?" Glazt's eyes suddenly released a fiery red light, and Asmodeus, who was close at hand, couldn't help but flinch:

"Uh...... With all due respect, you don't want revenge, what do you want?" Asmodeurs was also curious.

"Hey, hey, haha, haha......! Ahem!"

The Esolate Lord dropped Asmodeus' serpentine incarnation, looked up and let out a series of shrill wild laughs, laughing maniacally and coughing violently, until he spoke, with this hysterical laugh: "Hehehehehe...... What do I want? What do I want? Of course I want him!"

"Uh......" The consciousness of the Lord of the Nine Hells, which had accumulated countless memories of thousands of years, became frozen in an instant, and this astonishing answer was almost difficult for him to accept, and he could only listen blankly to the chatter of the demon lord in front of him, who was about to renegade:

"Hahaha! I have destroyed the palace, the army, the position of the Demon Lord, and defected to you, all because of him! How could I kill him? Whether he is male or female, whether he is Igvirvo or not, I will get him! Let him be my companion forever! Otherwise, everything I have lost will not be meaningless?Ahahahahahaha......ha Ahem!"

"Okay, this ......" After a short but careful enough thought, the Lord of the Nine Prisons finally agreed with Grazt's amazing magical logic to a certain extent, and nodded the round snake head: "...... Understandably, you'll get your wish, and I'm giving you this opportunity. ”

Grazter still laughed maniacally: "Ahh!!!h If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )