Dust of History: Unbelievable (continued)

"I really don't know what the **** is the secret room, you *go find it yourself. Asa also yelled hysterically. The huge psychological pain just now has already pushed him to the limit. He feels that he It seems that it is only one step away from going crazy.

Bishop Jiawei didn't respond to his angry roar, but quietly held the last finger of the black elf's right hand, and said lightly as if urging a friend to drink another cup of tea: "Think again , let’s recall it again. Don’t worry, she can hold on. Even if you don’t have much confidence in your memory, please have confidence in my white magic.”

At this moment, there were urgent footsteps outside, followed by shouts: "My lord bishop, I have something to report to you."

"Is there something important?" Bishop Jia Wei was taken aback and got up quickly. He once had a strict order that no one else would be allowed to approach this place unless it was extremely urgent. And since someone has come to report now, it means that something extremely urgent has really happened. He turned around and walked out of the dungeon with Rod Hart.

The door of the dungeon was closed in an extremely dull manner, and the place became completely silent, leaving only the panting sounds of Asa and the black elf.

"Bastard, how could this be..." Asa twitched in extreme pain on the ground, you are a rotten snake with its spine pulled out. For the first time in his life, he felt such pain.

He's been in a lot of fights and he's been badly wounded, with broken bones and muscles shredded and pulled apart by the broken bones. Even shattered internal organs... He has experienced all these feelings, but he didn't know it until now. The most painful thing is not the physical pain, but this kind of mental torture.

Every word the cardinal had just said to him hit him hard in the heart. The most painful words are undoubtedly the implementation, because that represents an irrefutable reality.

Regret, humiliation, anger, hostility... When you realize that all the reasons are actually because of yourself, these emotions will double back, biting and squeezing in your heart constantly. Devastated. So people habitually like to find excuses for their mistakes, and find objects to vent their hostility and humiliation. This is not just an escape, but also a subconscious way to protect one's emotions.

But reality is inescapable after all. And escaping will never give people any strength. Only when people face the inescapable pain and reality, and accept this suffering, will they gain the courage to transcend reality.

This courage is the real strength of a person. strength in pain.

Asa slowly straightened up, and half sat up, his gums were soaked in blood under his own strength.

Behind the library of the Academy of Magic, Bishop Javi was led by several priests to look at a big hole in the wall, and Rod Hart was also on the side.

"You said that you have something important to report, but you want me to look at this hole?" Bishop Jiawei looked at the rotten wall, and his face was similar to the wall.

The pastor next to him immediately bowed his head and reported: "Master Bishop, the matter is like this. We were here just now when we suddenly saw that the wall was broken. A large figure flew out from inside and jumped over the trees And the wall is gone."

"You also come to me for this kind of thing? Wouldn't it be okay to let Priest Ryan take a look at it?" Although this sounds really strange, but the cardinal's mind is not here, he is a little impatient.

These pastors are also a little embarrassed, they are all young people. Because of this period of time, Bishop Jiawei has shown extraordinary skills and his own bearing. Temperament and aura have long established an image and prestige in the magic academy and the capital, especially these young priests and magicians regard it as an idol. Therefore, although several high priests and priests in the middle and upper levels of the Magic Academy still did not let go and hand over power to him, in the eyes of many people below, he has long been the successor of Bishop Ronis. So after this happened, he was the one who came to look for the first time.

"The thing is like this..." A young pastor quickly explained. "After seeing this strange thing, at first we thought that someone was doing some magic experiment and failed or something, so we went in from this hole to have a look, and after walking around for a while, we found... the big eagle in the library The specimen of the eagle disappeared. At this time, a few of us remembered that the one that crashed through the wall and flew out seemed to be the specimen of the big eagle, and... there seemed to be someone sitting on it..."

"Huh?" Bishop Jiawei's face changed a little. Although no one would be calm after hearing that the specimen could move by itself and break through walls, the look on his face seemed a little too much for his status as a cardinal. He and Rod Hart exchanged glances.

The pastor continued to lower his voice, and said: "I participated in the battle to encircle and suppress the necromancer in the capital a year ago. I recalled later that when the specimen of the big eagle flew out... the slight magical fluctuation seemed to be There is...the smell of necromancer magic...so we rushed to inform the bishop."

After hearing the report, Bishop Jiawei's face became very solemn and serious. He walked from the hole to the library, looked around, and then stared at the hole where the specimen was broken. Suddenly his body trembled, he turned his head and nodded to the pastors and said, "You guys are doing very well, very well. By the way, don't mention this to anyone for now, you understand?"

Before the priests nodded and finished their excitement, the figure of the cardinal rushed out like a gust of wind.

"I have something urgent to do. You'd better go and see those two people first to make sure nothing goes wrong, and then go back to the headquarters of the Holy Knights to gather people and wait just in case." Jiawei said to the back Talk to Rod Hart who came.

Rod Hart nodded silently, then turned and walked towards the dungeon.

The door of the dungeon opened, but the situation inside did not seem to have changed. Rod Hart walked up and looked at the black elf on the ground. Looking at Asa in the prison again, he sighed softly. From the time he was with Jia Wei, his face has always been as calm as water and as cold as ice. It wasn't until this time that a trace of guilt finally appeared on his face, and he said softly: "I'm sorry..."

He said this very softly, and he looked at the ground instead of Asa. He bent down, put his hand on the dying black elf's body on the ground, and chanted the spell in a low voice. After the white magic light flashed, Jessica took a long breath, and the muscles on her face were not so distorted anymore. Rod Hart opened the prison again and threw her in with Asa.

Asa was still half-sitting against the wall. In just a short while, he had already looked haggard and tired as if he had trekked ten thousand miles in the wild and treacherous. The originally vigorous look has long since disappeared. The radiant eyes in the eye sockets were bloodshot now, and he looked at Rod Hart intentionally without saying anything.

Rod Hart said nothing more. He just checked the prison quietly, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"There is nothing to be sorry for." Asa said suddenly in the prison.

"Huh?" Rod Hart was slightly taken aback. Turned to look at him.

"I said there is nothing I'm sorry for. You are just doing your own thing. It is my own fault that I sent it to you. You are a person who knows how to choose. You know the pros and cons and choose rationally. Yes My own fault, I judged your belly with my own heart, thinking that you are just as naive as me. So there is nothing I am sorry for. If you are with him, not only can you have greater power and better opportunities, but also he It seems to be more likely than me to handle Chris's affairs." Asa said lightly. His voice is also very calm now. Although his bloodshot eyes are lifeless and haggard, there is something else in them.

"Thank you." Rod Hart nodded, nodding to the friend he had just betrayed, with some indescribable expressions on his face. With his city and scheming, these current feelings still cannot be completely covered up.

"You're welcome." Asa also nodded politely to the friend who stabbed him in the back. He was completely calm. "I finally understand and admit that what the guy said just now is indeed true. Everything is my own fault... It's just that I am a little strange that you have no confidence in your teacher? Do you really think that Captain Roland will have nothing to do with you?"

"It's not that I don't have confidence in Mr. Roland, but I have more confidence in Dejagu. I have more confidence in Bishop Jiawei..." Rod Hart replied lightly.

"It can be seen that he really has confidence in you. He is very relieved to let you know everything, and very relieved to let you stay here and watch us." That little thing is starting to become more and more obvious.

"You're wrong. He doesn't have confidence in me, but in interests. Trust maintained by interests is always stronger and more stable than that maintained by feelings..." Rod Hart said this After saying these words, he turned around and walked towards the door of the dungeon. When he reached the door, he stopped suddenly, didn't look back, just whispered: "Sometimes I will recall the past, when I believed in feelings and justice, it was really childish and ridiculous... But... ...sometimes some..."

In the end, his voice was completely muffled, inaudible. He never looked back, opened the door and walked out.

With the muffled sound of the iron door closing again, Asa also looked away. He still looked haggard and embarrassed, but something that never existed in his eyes began to light up.

It's fire, it's lava. But it's not the kind of flame that radiates heat and light outward, this flame is condensed like ice, because the power and light are all projected into my heart. This is the strength of the heart that comes from real pain and suffering.

"Does that stinky old man really care about nothing?" Asa sighed, closed his eyes heavily, and took the last trace of exposure into his heart, and lay still.

At this moment, at a place three hundred miles away from the capital, a battle is coming to an end.

The huge hands of the Iron Golem merged and finally caught the body of the swordsman in the middle. The sound of the armor and bones and viscera blending into one was like someone crushing a hundred eggs at the same time, and the blood spurted out from the completely twisted and deformed body.

But the shattered ground is only between the waist and abdomen of this swordsman. The swordsman's head, chest and arms are still there. Although he is absolutely dead. But after all, he didn't die immediately, so he used all the remaining power in his remaining body to slash the puppet's chest with a heavy sword.

During the shattering of the long sword, the magic runes on the puppet's body were also broken a lot, and the puppet's movements were obviously a little sluggish. The magic runes that maintain the puppet's movement are all engraved in the puppet's body, and it is difficult to hurt even heavy weapons such as hammers and axes. It can be seen that the destructive power of this sword is so great.

The puppet let go of its hand, and the swordsman who was no longer human fell to the ground. This fighter, who was definitely considered a master, didn't even make the slightest scream, as if the meaning of his existence was just to cut such a sword.

There are already many such scars on the puppet's body. Generally speaking, it is compared to destroying the core hidden deep in the body. Slowly destroying them in this way is the only way to deal with these steel monsters. As long as the body structure is damaged enough, these puppets will fall apart as a whole.

Suddenly, a huge sharp soil pillar appeared from the ground and hit the metal puppet's body fiercely. Made a muffled sound like a bell. Under such a heavy blow, the huge metal monster finally froze, then trembled and fell down.

This is the last metal golem, and the rest of the place has already fallen into a pile of scrap iron. Not only that, but there are also many gargoyle remains scattered around. These are the battle lines of these swordsmen. But relative. It was the last swordsman who fell just now. The last magician in the team used the remaining mana to cast an earth-type spell, completing the scene of mutual damage. At the same time, the magician's body shook, two streams of black blood slowly flowed out of his nose, and he slowly fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.

In mid-air, the necromancer withdrew his eyes and sighed softly. This place is hundreds of meters above the ground, and at such a distance to kill a person with a dark soul impact, and the opponent is not a low-level opponent, even with his ability, it is a bit difficult.

"These guys are amazing..." another fat one. The magician who also wore a silver bone mask had a mournful face. Because all the metal golems below belong to him, and almost all the gargoyles are made by him. Each of these things is worth at least half a city, if not priceless. And there were two metal golems who just met each other and became scrap iron under Roland's sword.

"These people who protect the emperor are all members of the Holy Knights. It is really impossible to take down others without injury just by using your two scrap metals." Floating in mid-air Master Aiden said lightly. Only he didn't sit on a gargoyle, compared to his attainments in air magic that no one in the continent could match. The agility and speed of a flying puppet like a gargoyle are about the same as a pig.

"Master Aiden, if you could contribute a little more, maybe I wouldn't have to lose so much." The necromancer continued to cry.

Master Aiden still said coldly: "I said, I was only responsible for containing Roland. At least I have done it now. Nopolinot, don't you think that a bunch of scumbags are me? Is his life worth it? Do you want me to fly close to him and fight him head-on?" The original long silver whiskers on his chin are now only a funny short section, and there are still some scratches on his lips. This is the consequence of his rash acceptance at the beginning of the battle.

Actually, it wasn't that Master Aiden was careless. In terms of a battle between a mage and a warrior, a distance of 50 meters is absolutely safe, not to mention Master Aiden's proficient flying skills. So he got close to the sky above them in the first place.

But Captain Roland just drew his sword, and no one knew how that sword crossed a distance of 50 meters to Master Aiden without blinking an eye. Moreover, the swiftness of the sword was so sudden that he was caught off guard, and even the fastest and most agile falcon would not be able to dodge it. Fortunately, Master Aiden's flying technique was indeed a little faster than the falcon, so he barely avoided it. From then on, he never came within a hundred meters of Roland, and only kept harassing him with magic at that absolutely safe distance.

"There is no need to argue anymore, anyway, our goal seems to have been achieved. Although this guy's combat power is indeed beyond our imagination, but in the end we won." Another necromancer looked down coldly explain.

Now there are only two people standing below them. One is the emperor of Ernfast. One is the head of the Paladins, Roland. The ground around them was covered with gargoyle fragments. Potholes blasted by magic, broken limbs and remains of guards.

In this hellish field of Shura, Roland still stood straight, his face was still as cold as a mountain, and the sword in his hand was still held so tightly. Immortal God of War statue. But in fact, he knew that he had reached his limit.

No matter who it is, it has to last for so long in the face of the uninterrupted magical bombardment of the three top magicians in the sky. Also get away from time to time to help others deal with golems and gargoyles. At this point, it will be exhausted.

Although Geffenhardt XVII behind him was already pale, he could continue to stand after all. But Roland knew in his heart that this was not due to the protection of himself and his subordinates, but that the three magicians did not regard the emperor as their target at all.

With Geffenhardt XVII's powerless hand, if the target of these three necromancers is really him, I am afraid that all members of the Holy Knight Order will be powerless here. Among them, the conjurer who uses dark and soul magic is the perfect man to kill such a weak target. But he has never shot His Majesty the Emperor. Instead, he slowly killed other swordsmen one after another from a super long distance. As for the other two necromancers, one controls the puppet to attack, and the other uses air magic that is far more flexible than birds to circle around in the sky above them. I and my subordinates tried to use the teleportation scroll on His Majesty the Emperor three times. The necromancer immediately dropped a series of lightning and thunder bombs, and the other two also used all means to attack. Teleportation magic interrupt terminates. The last time the priests in the team did not hesitate to burn their own lives to use the Holy Asylum to protect the emperor and use the teleportation scroll to leave, but the necromancers used an extremely rare 'space lock' scroll to completely seal off everything in this area Space magic.

Necromancers can only use this kind of scroll as a last resort, which also shows how rare and rare this kind of thing is. However, the three necromancers were carefully kept at an absolutely safe height. Slowly using puppet and single-target attack magic to wear down his grudge, physical strength and the life of his subordinates.

Roland could see what the goals of these three necromancers were, and their goal was himself.

The necromancer who used air magic to perfection did not use the top-notch air magic 'Stars Flying Down', and the other necromancer also did not use the large range magic 'Soul Eater' that combines soul and darkness, and It's not that they can't be used. It's that they are unwilling to use it. This kind of large-scale killing magic has little effect on Roland, but Geffenhardt XVII is likely to suffer.

They don't want to hurt the emperor, but they must stop the emperor from using the teleportation scroll to escape, because for Roland, the emperor is a burden that cannot be abandoned. As long as the emperor stays here, whether he wants to escape or fight back desperately, he will have scruples and will bind his hands and feet. So they can rest assured to kill Roland to death at an absolutely safe distance.

Although the strength of the three necromancers is already far higher than that of Roland, there is no doubt that there is only one way to ensure that Roland cannot escape without being harmed. Although the time will be delayed a little longer, and the method will appear a little despicable, but it will definitely be effective.

"It's almost time to end, let's take action together. I can see that this guy's fighting spirit and physical strength have almost been exhausted." Fly towards Roland.

Watching the thunderball approach, Roland felt his hands cramp. He has split, crushed, and dodged this kind of magic many times just now, in addition to fireballs, ice thorns, wind blades and so on. His senses had already begun to feel a little numb, and the sword in his hand had become much heavier than usual. I don't know if he can still split this time? This time it's okay, so what about the next one that will definitely be like a storm?

But at this moment, a small black speck flew from nowhere and quickly entered into the thunder ball. The Thunderbolt suddenly deformed, and with a strange noise, the hand disintegrated in mid-air.

Master Aiden paused suddenly in mid-air. Suddenly he seemed to feel something, looked up, and then his body shook.

Although he wore the mithril skull mask on his face, Master Aiden's eyes on the exposed lower half of his face still showed a look of extreme horror. It was like seeing the most unbelievable scene.

Unbelievable (continued)

The **** statue in the center of the teaching has been removed, revealing a dark real estate entrance. Priest Ryan frowned at the rancid smell and moisture from the real estate entrance.

It is undoubtedly extremely inappropriate to open this extremely secret place at this time. If the cardinal hadn't lost his composure and anxiously asked to go in and have a look at this time, Priest Ryan would never have done so at this time. open here. For some reason he had to call out everyone in the cathedral and not allow others to come in.

Although this dungeon is considered the most secret place of the Academy of Magic, there are still several people who know about it, and naturally they will not hide it from the succeeding cardinal. But if you want to talk about why this dungeon was established and the real function of this dungeon, I am afraid that no one knows now. If only those dangerous monsters are to be imprisoned, prisons can be built in other places, it seems that there is no need to deliberately build prisons under the sacred cathedral...

However, Priest Ryan doesn't want to delve into these things now, he vaguely feels that maybe the cardinal knows what he doesn't know. Although Bishop Jiawei has not officially taken over the Academy of Magic yet, and he is still in charge of the key, he is not easy to refuse his hasty request. He could see that maybe the cardinal might actually take over the Academy of Magic.

In just a few days after arriving in the capital, Bishop Jiawei first cured Her Majesty's strange disease, and then spread the news that Her Majesty would fully support him. He got very close, and the bishop also went to the prime minister's mansion almost every day to make friends with the prime minister. Although it has long been a consensus not to allow this outsider to take over the power of the Magic Academy, the development trend of this situation has to be reconsidered.

As the newly appointed cardinal. Naturally, every place has to be inspected. This dungeon was visited by Bishop Jiawei under the leadership of the great priest two days ago. Priest Ryan couldn't bear the smell inside. It was stuffed between the chest and abdomen like rotten cotton. On the contrary, the cardinal was very interested in this place, and he looked around carefully while not stopping. Ask the high priest Ryan about the situation of this prison. It's a pity that Priest Ryan really wasn't interested in talking about it there, and the cardinal seemed to have some scruples, and he had a reluctant expression when he hurried out of the basement.

And this time the cardinal was scrambling to go down again. Although Priest Ryan felt a little strange, he didn't ask much. Although he still doesn't know whether the cardinal will become his real boss in the future, he knows that under such unclear circumstances. It's better not to delve into these unclear things.

In the dungeon, there was an eerie silence. This is a hundred meters deep underground. All sounds are blocked out. And there is nothing inside that can make a sound, except for the bishop.

All the dungeon cages holding monsters have been opened, but all the prisoners have become corpses. Whether it was the Minotaur as strong as an ogre, or Medusa and the evil eye, all living monsters have become fragmented wrecks lying in pools of blood. A few ghosts and skeleton zombies stood quietly in the corner without moving. Just looking at Bishop Jiawei in the middle of the prison, he is more obedient than the most obedient dog.

Bishop Jiawei shook the blood off the sword and put it back into the sheath, looking around anxiously. He had already searched the dungeon as carefully as possible again at a fast speed, even those prisons where monsters were held, but he still didn't find the clues he needed.

If time permits, he is willing to knock down every inch of the ground and walls in this dungeon and hold it carefully in his hands for inspection. The huge and tight magic barrier outside the dungeon is a bit too much for just a place to hold monsters, and Jia Wei vaguely feels that the power and precision of this barrier are far greater and deeper than what it seems on the surface. If what that guy said is true, there is really no other secret place. This should indeed be the most reasonable place to collect that thing that the teacher said.

But there is not much time left for him to search slowly and carefully. Jiawei knows very well that the most important item in the bottom line that Sandro gave himself is probably referring to this, so now is a very important opportunity. Now there is only one way left to find out, and this is the single most effective way that can be used in this rare opportunity.

The floor of the dungeon was full of stains accumulated over the years, and the blood of the monsters was also flowing all over the floor, but Bishop Jiawei sat down cross-legged indifferently, and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, it was three hundred kilometers south of the capital. Master Aiden stared at the flying figure with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Strictly speaking, it is not that he has seen a ghost. As a necromancer, whether it is a ghost or a skeleton zombie, Master Aiden sees the same feeling as seeing a dog or a cat, so the expression now is not that he sees a ghost, but that he sees it with other ordinary people It's like a ghost, with fear and horror in disbelief.

It was just a small sparrow that knocked the thunder bomb into ashes just now, but this sparrow flew too fast and too accurately, if it weren't for the eagle attached to him by Master Aiden The ophthalmology has reached the top level, and it will never be able to see the true face of the black spot at a glance.

If you can knock apart a thunderous bomb, then you can't be an ordinary sparrow. But it wasn't the sparrow that made Master Aiden show that expression, but the person who made the sparrow fly.

A huge bird of prey flew over the sky at some point, spreading out a huge wingspan of nearly ten meters. This is a big eagle unique to the Sand Fes Mountains. But no one cared about how this rare bird of prey flew here, and everyone's eyes and attention were focused on the man sitting on the big eagle.

Not only Master Aiden, but also Noble Denot and another Necromancer had the same expression at the same time. Unbelievable, terrifying,. fear.

On the ground. Captain Roland, who saw this scene, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, the agreement and means of communication were just in case, but I never thought that it would be useful one day.

"What's the matter? Have they sent reinforcements again?" Geffenhardt XVII asked fearfully. Being able to stand on his feet at this time without collapsing to the ground shows that His Majesty's courage seems to have gradually grown a lot.

Roland shook his head and let out a sigh of relief. At this moment, he realized that the sword in his hand was not holding firmly. He replied, "No, it's our rescuers."

In the middle of the air, the person on the big eagle was wearing an extremely ordinary priest's robe, his gray hair and beard were messily gathered together and trembled constantly by the strong wind blowing in the sky. Like the three necromancers, he has a mask on his face. Also in the shape of a skull. However, Master Aiden's and the others were silver, while his was a miserable pale gold.

"I didn't expect that..." the man spoke. Although the wind is strong at high altitude. But he didn't seem to use much force, but his voice clearly reached everyone's ears. "I really didn't expect that one day, three necromancers would gather together just to kill one person, and they would use such a boring and unaesthetic method."

The three masters of Aiden couldn't move as if they had turned into clay sculptures. The only sound in the air was the sound of gargoyles and big eagles flapping their wings. Nopolinot's half-raised hand flashed magic. the light, that is

An unfinished Froststorm. But he just didn't complete the half-way magic palm, nor did he dissipate it.

The big eagle is not bigger than a gargoyle, and the person sitting on it doesn't seem to be very powerful, but once it appears, it completely shocks everyone. God took it. His sitting posture is crooked, and his body can be seen as an old man. At first glance, he doesn't have any momentum or any pressure, but unconsciously, the circle of space around him seems to change. It became dark and obscure.

The man on the big eagle sighed, and said: "The last thing I expected is that the originally noble necromancers can now gather like mad dogs for power and benefit."

Not only was this person's voice not loud, but his tone was very calm, as if he was just chatting with a friend, but the three masters of Aiden began to have cold sweat on their heads.

The man stopped moving his hands after saying this, and the three necromancers were also silent. After half an hour. Nopoli Nott finally spoke first to break the dull silence. He said dryly, "Dear former acting guildmaster, you seem to have sworn in front of the Dark Star when you left the guild that you would never interfere again." Anything about the guild."

"Your memory is really good... I almost can't remember this oath, so why don't you remember it for me..." The person behind the golden skull mask nodded and replied. This answer made the faces of the other three necromancers obviously change, but he continued slowly: "But since you reminded me, I will naturally obey it. As a necromancer, even if you were once The Necromancer, the oath made in front of the Black Star is impossible to break... But I seem to remember it after your reminder, my oath seems to be as long as there is no conflict between me and the guild. If you don't take the initiative to provoke me, I won't make a move, that's right."

"But we didn't blame you." The fat necromancer said quickly.

"No, I did." The golden skull mask clicked off.

The three necromancers looked at each other.

The necromancer on the big eagle waved his hand lightly and said: "You don't need to understand the key point, you just need to understand that I won't lie to you. If you really want to kill him, you will be offended by me .So you all get out now."

"But you should at least explain what is going on. We spent so much effort and puppet, just because of your words..."

The golden skull was silent for a while, the black and white eyes under the mask slowly scanned the three of them, and finally said: "Ronnie is gone, if I really let you kill the guy down there, Maybe it will be my turn next time. He is my very possible ally at all times, so I can't let him die." His voice gradually became hard and cold. "Besides, do you have the nerve to call yourself a necromancer? Needless to say, I know why you came here and who asked you to do it. You should really be glad that I am no longer a necromancer." The acting guildmaster of Djagu, otherwise the three of you should get out of Diyagu forever."

"I admit that our behavior is indeed a bit inappropriate... Nopoli Nott said cautiously." But isn't this a bit unreasonable? Dear former acting guild master. "

"Has your inspiration become worse than mine? How could I be so forceful?" The golden mask shook his head disdainfully.

Master Aiden nodded and said, "You don't know how to argue with words. I remember that you have always been too lazy to explain the truth, so why would you try to argue with words? Now you can speak first Talking so much instead of doing it right away~IndoMTL.com~It seems that your anger has dissipated too much over the years.”

"Yeah, even I feel that my heart is already very magnanimous." The golden skull nodded.

"But I remember that you have never been such a magnanimous person. No matter how angry you are, the flame will never go out." Master Aiden said. Among the three of them, he is the only one who can keep from being completely swallowed up by the intentional or unintentional aura around this person, and his voice has gradually returned to its usual desolation and indifference.

The golden skull suddenly sneered slightly, and said, "That's right, in fact, I'm just stern and soft. You three can kill me here as long as you make a move."

The other two necromancers couldn't help looking at Master Aiden, but his face under the mask was normal, and his voice was still cold: "Where. After all, you were once one of the leaders of Di Yagu, How can we do it to you?"

"You're welcome, just give it a try if you want to. Otherwise, maybe your actions will be bound because of me in the future." The golden skull mask sighed, as if persuading an old friend. "You know that although I am short-tempered and irritable, I still have an advantage, that is, to tell the truth. Let me tell you now, the three of you together are indeed better than me. How about it? Do you want to try it?"