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"Just one and a half-step magician." Saladin flew down from the seal, his robe was windless, and his magic power surged in his body. He said angrily, "Even if Director Emmons doesn't take action, we are more than enough to deal with you."

Wang Yan is his friend, and Lydia is the girl he likes. Now these two are trapped in the forbidden area of ​​flames. This makes Saladin, the god of the seldom angry, full of anger.

His body was covered with top-quality magic equipment, and at this last moment, his magic power was the most abundant.

"Half-step level? Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

It turned out that his skin was wrinkled and he was so old. With a twist, his figure was actually raised by more than half a meter, and his muscles became swollen and full. A powerful aura burst out from his body, almost solidifying the air.

However, his skin showed a metallic gray color, and a cold and terrifying atmosphere of death lingered around his body.

"Lich!"

Everyone changed their expression and shouted in fear.

Lich is the most taboo path for magicians. According to legend, in ancient times, when some powerful magicians gradually grew old, they were unwilling to end their lives, so they tried their best to study various techniques of immortality.

In order to survive, they colluded with the Kingdom of the Dead and transformed themselves into undead creatures. Although their ** still exists, their lives have actually ended and they have become immortal creatures.

Whether it is the traditional magic world or the Holy See of Light, they are extremely resistant to lichs.

Especially the Holy See of Light, they would rather tolerate some black magicians being active, and would never allow the existence of lichs.

"Marshall, you actually transformed yourself into a lich." Emmons took a breath, feeling a little disbelief, "Aren't you afraid of sinking into endless pain forever?"

"So what? Emmons, I've been stuck in the half-step level for fifty years." Marshall said frantically, "My lifespan is about to be exhausted, I'm unwilling to give up. You are a level and don't understand my pain at all. Fortunately, I met the Lord. The Lord transformed me into a lich and helped me reach the level. I really like this power."

Although it sounds crazy, the other two vice presidents and professors also showed a little intention. If they can really gain powerful strength and continue to survive, how many people can resist this temptation?

Emmons stopped talking, only regret and anger were found in his eyes.

"My Lord, the Black Death Demon Lord, will inevitably return to the world. Now he is stronger than before, and he will inevitably become the master of this world." Marshall was like a fanatic of the cult organization, venting his long-suppressed emotions.

Black Death Demon Lord!

Emmons, Saladin, and everyone's faces turned pale. A strong chill eroded them.

These four words are taboos.

In history, the Black Death Demon Lord dragged almost half of the world into hell, and he was synonymous with disaster.

Is that terrible guy plotting to return and dominate the world?

"Director Emmons, and you all have been working with you for so many years." Marshall said wildly and proudly, "Don't say I don't give you a chance. If you are willing to swear allegiance to the Lord, you can be transformed into a lich, I will ask the Lord to spare your lives."

"absurd."

Emmons raised his white beard and said angrily, "Our Starry Sky Academy has been passed down for thousands of years. In the Middle Ages, we also had fierce battles with the Black Death Demon Lord. If you want us to be loyal to the Demon King of Destruction, don't even think about it."

"Hehehehe, since you refuse to surrender, don't blame me for being rude." Lich Marshall grinned, holding a magical battle in his hand, and the vast magic power surged like a vortex. "As long as you kill you, the tears of the starry sky will fall into my hands."

Emmons's eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Fight, please help me hold on for a while, I will use secret techniques to stimulate my own strength. In short, I must not let him succeed." At this point, death was already in Emmons's eyes.

"Dean!" a professor shouted.

"Don't say more." Emmons gulped down the top awakening potion, and the magic power in his body was recovering at an extremely fast speed. But the evil cursed energy was also constantly devouring his body. "His Royal Highness Saladin, if possible, please control the tears of the Starry Sky and save Lydia and the Son of Flame. After all, this matter is a matter of our Starry Sky Academy and has nothing to do with Son of Flame."

"Are you sure you want to fight to the death?" Saladin frowned. He knew that the Starry Sky Academy was still very rich. As the dean, it was not uncommon to have one or two tricks of trying hard.

But the more you can turn the situation around at a critical moment, the greater the price you have to pay. According to Emmons's meaning, it is very likely that you will have to pay the price of your life.

"Director Emmons, don't do anything wrong. If you are hit by the curse dagger, your body has run out of oil and dry out. If you dare to cast the forbidden curse, you will definitely die." Lich Marshall also became a little nervous and said viciously, "As long as you are willing to sacrifice the tears of the starry sky, I will be the master to save your life and you can leave at any time."

"Leave?" Emmons smiled, and his smile was very tragic. "Starry Academy is my lifeblood. Marshall, you asked me to give up on the academy for the sake of living a life of silence. You can think of it. Come on, let me see how much your ability has increased after you become a lich."

He made a move in the air with his right hand, and a simple and gorgeous starry sky staff was held in his palm. A wave of energy fluctuations spread around with him as the center. An unhealthy flush gradually appeared on his face, as if a seriously injured and dying person had a sign of returning to the light.

"Hehe, since you want to die, I will fulfill you." Lich Marshall smiled hideously, and a vast aura pressed towards Emmons and others. The vice presidents and professors could not withstand this pressure and took a few steps back.

Just as this is about to break out.

A cold and unrestrained voice rang out: "Hmph, Emmons, you are such a waste. As the dean, you can actually make the academy fall to such a state of life and death. If I had known this, I would have been the dean."

As soon as this said, everyone was shocked. At this point, are there any strong people hiding in the dark?

"who!?"

A trace of surprise flashed across the dead face of Lich Marshall, and he shouted angrily, "Who is it, hiding secretly in the dark? Do you know that my Lord is the Black Death Demon Lord, do you want to go against him?"

President Emmons, on his slightly flushed cheeks, was a little surprised and coughed, "Babbitt, are you here to take the blame?"

Babbitt!?

"The Dark Singer" Babbitt.

Everyone's faces became striking and suspicious.

Just a little while ago, Babbitt led the students to disrupt the situation and had a fierce conflict with the Starry Sky Academy. If it weren't for the Son of Flame, the entire Starry Sky Academy would have lost all its face.

At this time, when Starry Sky Academy was in crisis, Babbitt's sudden appearance made the situation even more complicated.

A man wearing a pure black cloak and a hideous black mask on his face was silently and heart-wrenching. Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"It turns out to be the Lord Dark Singer." Lich Marshall said with a slight smile, "You are here to find Emmons bad luck, right? Why don't we join forces and teach the crazy and hateful Emmons a lesson."

Babbitt glanced at Marshall with contempt through the black mask: "Bah, just a garbage lich like you, who is immortal, deserves to join forces with me?"

"you!"

Lich Marshall was angry and sneered, "Babbitt, my Lord is the dignified Black Death Demon Lord, how dare you disrespect him?"

"The Black Death Demon Lord is just a little mouse hiding in the dark. If he is really capable, don't go to find the Holy See of Light?" Babbitt sneered sarcastically, "It's just garbage like you who treat him as a person."

After saying that, Babbitt no longer paid attention to Marshall, but looked at Emmons coldly: "Old guy, you wrongly accused me of attacking the magic train of students before, so I went to investigate. I found that some messy guys were aiming at Starry Sky Academy. I originally wanted to remind you, but I didn't expect you to be more useless than I thought. I was plotted like this in just a few seconds."

Emmons's flushed old face froze, but he felt relieved and said, "Babbitt, actually, I don't want to believe that you will do something to attack the students. I also thank you for coming at the last moment. I hope you can ignore your past grudges and help Starry Sky Academy through this disaster."

"Babbit, don't believe in his bewitching. Don't forget, how did Starry Sky Academy treat you back then? They deprived you of your academic qualifications and drove you out of the academy." Lich Marshall was a little anxious and hurriedly solicited and persuaded, "As long as you are willing to kill Emmons with me, you will be the dean of Starry Sky Academy in the future. Or you can just stand by and watch, and then you can choose everything except the tears of Starry Sky."

"Haha, I, Babbitt, want to be the dean, and do you need trash like you to give me?" Babbitt sneered, and casually condensed a powerful dark magic power, and blasted at Lich Marshall like a black missile.

"boom!"

Lich Marshall barely resisted and was bombarded more than ten meters away.

"No matter how much Starry Sky Academy treats me, it is my alma mater." Babbitt's voice sounded in the Starry Sky Tower, "You trash dare to invade Starry Sky Academy, and you will die for me!"
Chapter completed!