Shen Zhao felt that this guy wouldn't be able to wake up for a while. Ordinary animals need time to transform into World of Warcraft, or to accept inheritance, or to adapt, but they should be able to wake up before the New Year's bell rings.
But Shenzhao doesn't care much about it, it's just a mount. You can ride it when you're in a good mood. When you're not interested, it's just a decoration.
Thinking about these gods, he stood up and walked to the second floor of the castle. He needed to confirm some things, such as how the research on the spell to turn the Holy Lord into a sand sculpture was going.
Arriving at the room at the end of the corridor, the sound of heated discussions could be heard inside, as if they were arguing over some theoretical knowledge in a certain link.
Pushing the door open, the discussion inside stopped abruptly, and the thirteen mages turned their heads to look at the door.
Shen Zhao found that these people looked at him with respect and fear, which showed that the powerful brainwashing function of the family mark had basically fully exerted its effect.
"How is the research on things going?" Shen Zhao was somewhat satisfied with the changes in these people.
"The original magic is fully usable, but we still don't understand how to exploit the loopholes of the gods." Siegel said with a tight expression.
He actually wanted to say that Your Majesty is here, but he held back because he felt that he could not be completely brainwashed. What if what the devil said was true? Would he really let them go back?
"Very good. In the past few days, you can find a barren mountain to set up the formation in advance. I can use it." Shen Zhao nodded with satisfaction. As long as it can be used, at least he won't be in a stalemate when fighting the Holy Lord.
After gaining the absolute upper hand, you can seal him into stone again and end the battle.
"Okay, but can your promise be fulfilled?" Siegel asked with his head slightly lowered and his voice trembling.
The remaining eight mages turned their heads at the same time. Although their eyes flickered, Shen Zhao could still read hope from them.
"Of course I have to fulfill it, but haven't you finished it yet? The current magic is only aimed at the Holy Lord. What I want is a spell that can target all loopholes." Shen Zhao was not angry, but said calmly.
Maybe now they all want to return to the embrace of humans, but brainwashing no longer allows them to do things harmful to Shen Zhao.
The emotions in the eyes of several mages gradually relaxed, perhaps due to the effect of the slim hope. In short, they all felt full of motivation now.
The three truly loyal wizards looked at these nine people with some contempt: they obviously wanted to stay and ascend together, but they still pretended to be loyal. It was disgusting.
"Go ahead, you can use it in the next two days, don't make any trouble." Shen Zhao waved his hand and said.
These mages breathed a long sigh of relief, lowered their heads and walked out.
When Shen Zhao was the only one left in the laboratory, his eyes gradually fell into thinking.
He thought of something. Maybe creating gods doesn't need to have so many restrictions, and black energy creatures may not be the hope of mankind.
When everyone, including other races, hopes that someone can save the world, then maybe hope will come?
This doesn't seem to have anything to do with whether it is a black energy creature, right? It just needs to be that the appearance matches the aesthetics, and the skills and moves are gorgeous and vast, and that seems to be enough.
They are somewhat similar in nature to human traffic stars. They are useless things, as long as they look good.
The more Shenzhao thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, but the dependents would definitely not be able to do it. Authority would not become a slave.
"Daolong. Mermaid. Mermaid," Shen Zhao murmured. After there was no longer the restriction of righteousness and blackness, the options seemed to suddenly increase.
Thinking about it, Shen Zhao used contact magic. While waiting, Shen Zhao began to think about how to fool Daolong.
About two minutes later, a figure that surprised Shen Zhao but took it for granted appeared on the screen.
The jet-black wings, the sinister middle-aged face, the black robe, and the dark mark on his forehead said it all.
"You plundered the blood of angels?" Shenzhao asked in surprise, is the fallen angel sword dragon okay? It is simply a path that has never been thought of.
"What do you want from me?" Daolong's tone was a little cold, as if he didn't really want to contact Shenzhao.
However, Shenzhao's eyes lit up at this moment, and the words he originally thought about changed immediately. Angels are the race that needs faith the most.
"Fallen angels need faith, let's cooperate again, wizard." A smile appeared on Shen Zhao's face, and the more he looked at Daolong, the more satisfied he became.
Is the development basically consistent? If you need magic, he will have magic. If you need God, he will become an angel. If he didn't know it was impossible, Shen Zhao would have doubted whether this guy was connected to the system.
"Cooperation? I no longer need immortality." Daolong shook his head and said in a slightly lower tone.
Shen Zhao looked at the urban background next to Daolong. Although he was a little confused about what this guy was doing in the city, he just didn't delay the business.
"The lifespan of the angel race can reach ten thousand years, but that requires a lot of faith, and I have a plan that can bring all the faith on the Blue Star to you." Shen Zhao had some confidence on his face.
He said: "How about it, are you interested?"
Daolong was startled, what the hell? He obviously wanted to cut off contact with this demon, but he gave him too much.
"What do you want?" Although Daolong had already agreed in his heart, he still asked a little warily.
"Hope is a kind of authority. When faith is concentrated, maybe you can gain hope. When the time comes, I will take away these hopes." Shen Zhao stated his purpose without any hesitation.
As for Daolong not giving it? He killed the Archmage, and my father would not cooperate with him, but singled out. Ha.
A look of greed burst out in Daolong's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He asked: "When will it start?"
As soon as this question came up, Shen Zhao knew it was safe, and a smile appeared on his face: "After the New Year's bell rings, the new year will be the era of your Daolong."
Daolong was silent. Some spells suddenly appeared on his side, but they were blocked by Daolong again in the next moment.
"Okay, I agreed." Daolong's expression remained unchanged, but the ambition in his eyes would not disappear. Studying the end of the wizard was his goal, and strong strength and a long life were the best ways to accomplish this goal.
"What are you doing over there?" Shen Zhao felt relieved and asked curiously.
Daolong was silent again, but thinking that the person in front of him was an ally, he still said: "I discovered the backhand left by the ancient tribe. This may allow me to explore the secrets of the disappeared tribe. It is impossible for them all to die on the Blue Star.
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Shen Zhao looked at the gloomy urban background over there, thought for a moment and asked: "Stonehenge?"
Daolong did not refute but just acquiesced. Now that the extraordinary has revived, perhaps those travelers who have walked out have already set their sights on the ancestral land?
Shen Zhao also thought of this. He thought for a while and said, "Do you need help?"
