When Qin Tian came into contact with the breath of death, he felt that he remembered a lot of things, but he couldn't remember what they were. There was only a black memory left in his mind. When he reacted, what he saw was a ghost.
Gost was burned by hellfire, and the two necromancers' eyes without any emotion were staring at him closely.
"Die, or become my disciple." The necromancer looked at Qin Tian for a long time and said suddenly.
"I promise." Although Qin Tian had many doubts in his heart, he knew that in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, this "ugly guy who didn't even deserve to carry his shoes and dedicated his life to the God of Death" might very well take his own life. He was different from the Taoist monks.
The indifference in the eyes of the Necromancer is contempt for all life. For him, there are only two ways of existence and destruction, and there is nothing else in the world.
"From now on, in the name of Douglas Master, you are my disciple." After saying this, the necromancer threw out a scroll. The scroll touched a black halo, carrying Qin Tian and left the place instantly.
A small section of the newspaper the next day recorded that a slum area in New York was severely damaged due to the tornado, and a large number of houses were damaged. The photo attached was the place where Qin Tian collected protection fees. But Qin Tian at this moment was afraid
I haven't been able to read newspapers for a long time.
Underground in New York City, it is a hotbed of dark creatures and a place where clergy often visit for judgment. The underground world is completely different from the world above the ground and has a different civilization. There are no steel buildings here.
Mercedes-Benz cars plan this huge and mysterious world entirely based on non-scientific principles.
Necromancer Douglas is one of them, a low-key necromancer. Almost everyone in the underground world knows Necromancer Douglas, but everyone does not understand him. After all, every necromancer is lonely and mysterious. Underground
The residents of this world would not be so stupid as to provoke a necromancer who is famous for his deadly killing and cold-bloodedness. What's more, no one knows when he came here. It seems that the necromancer Douglas already existed before everyone else.
Here it is.
In the dark world, time represents wisdom and strength. No one remembers things that happened long ago, but the existence of the long ago can make dark creatures fearful.
No one dares to provoke an ancient necromancer. Therefore, even though Douglas, the necromancer, has not shown his power in the underground world where the jungle is strong and the jungle is strong, many dark creatures still have to respect him, and some even rank his power among the entire population.
The top three in the world are comparable to the noble and elegant vampires and the powerful werewolves, but the latter two are complete races.
The laboratory of the Necromancer Douglas is located in the deepest part of the underground world. Today, this laboratory ushered in perhaps the first living person in thousands of years - Qin Tian, as a disciple of the Necromancer Douglas, entered the world known as
The Necromancer Laboratory for the House of the Dead.
When you open the door, you can see seven magnificent pillars. On top of the pillars are carved lifelike statues of fallen angels. Each fallen angel spreads its huge wings behind its back, its face twists to reveal a ferocious shape, and it looks up into the eyes above its head.
But it was full of melancholy, as if regretting betraying the glory of the Lord.
The first time he saw such a weird statue, Qin Tian was stunned for a moment, as if something flashed through his mind, but the fleeting inspiration was really hard to capture. When Qin Tian wanted to think further, the memory appeared
There was a brief blank moment. But at this moment of distraction, Qin Tian was already in the hall.
Right in front of the hall, on a bone dragon chair with intertwined skeletons, sat Qin Tian's teacher, the Necromancer Douglas. The gray-robed Necromancer was turning his eyes of ghostly fire, as if he wanted to see through Qin Tian's
Everything. He just stared at Qin Tian for a long time. Perhaps because he felt tired, he withdrew his twinkling gaze and turned it into a dead look again.
Qin Tian also looked at his new mentor Douglas, and felt the pressure from Douglas's eyes. Only then did he realize that this necromancer might not be as unbearable as the old Taoist said, at least his eyes were as sharp as those of the old Taoist.
He immediately told himself not to believe everything the old Taoist said. Necromancers in the West may not be that bad. Although he had many questions, Qin Tian still did not speak. As for the necromancer, he knew it was better to wait for the other party to ask, although
He is already a disciple, but according to various legends, the record of the Necromancer's treatment of his disciples has not been very good. This disciple status does not bring any practical significance to Qin Tian.
Silence, accompanied by the quiet burning of hellfire.
"You are a strange person." After a long time, the necromancer suddenly said. For the necromancer, the best thing is to observe the soul of the other person, but for this apprentice he took in on a whim, Douglas was completely unable to observe it.
The other party's soul seemed to be like Qin Tian's soulless corpse.
"You don't have the slightest ability, but you can make the clone of the God of Death feel fear. This kind of power proves that you are suitable to be a necromancer." The necromancer continued.
"People have always thought that what the necromancer believes in is the power of the God of Death. In fact, it is quite the opposite. What the necromancer believes in is only the power of death itself. Perhaps the greatest goal of the necromancer is to surpass the god of death and become the new master of the world of death.
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"I see such hope in you." It seemed to be a concluding speech. After finishing speaking, the necromancer stared at Qin Tian closely.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I don't have any power in my body. I don't seem to be suitable for practicing any spells or other powers. I once practiced with a Taoist priest, but I couldn't master any true energy. As for your so-called death,
I believe it is impossible to master spiritual power." Qin Tian sighed and decided to tell the truth. To ordinary people, Qin Tian is just an ordinary 20-year-old boy with the impulsiveness and impulsiveness of his age. But once he interacts with the so-called supernatural
When dealing with people, Qin Tian has a calmness and calmness that is different from ordinary people. Although what happened from collecting the protection fee to now is very bizarre, it does not surprise Qin Tian. He has heard it countless times from the old Taoist priests.
The necromancer appeared in front of him, and Qin Tian didn't feel any fear.
This feeling seems to be that Qin Tian naturally regards himself as a supernatural being.
"Your destiny will be with you forever." Unwilling to say another word, the Necromancer closed his eyes and waved his hands. The next moment, Qin Tian was already in a place similar to a library.
"Do I need to study by myself next?" Looking at the books that were basically ashes in front of him, Qin Tian wondered whether these books were already antiques, but facing the necromancer who was completely incomprehensible, Qin Tian had no intention of questioning him.
.Although he has no way to learn any spells, since he has become a disciple of the Necromancer, Qin Tian naturally began to read the books in the "library" without hesitation. Fortunately, all these words are written in a pure way.
The exchange of ideas was carried out, so Qin Tian could easily understand these books without having to relearn the language.
Although the Necromancer is not an excellent and competent teacher, his collection of books is astonishingly terrifying and excellent. Almost every book is the most classic record of the most secretive things in the world, ancient wars, and the battles of the gods.
The Mystery, the Origin of Power, and various other amazing books. Relatively speaking, the Death Note that made Ghost Gost die for it is the least valuable thing, even though it contains more powerful direct effects on
The magic of the soul, but for a person like Qin Tian who has no power, it is really meaningless.
What Qin Tian watched today was the battle of the gods a thousand years ago. The so-called gods were actually two camps. In the end, no camp won. In his impression, the old Taoist priest also mentioned that war by chance.
, but when Qin Tian asked, the old Taoist priest who always knew everything was silent about it. He only said "What you see in front of you may not be true" and refused to say more.
The book Qin Tian held in his hand was obviously first-hand information from that time. With the flow of magic, the scene at that time could be truly reproduced in front of Qin Tian's eyes.
Countless fires soared into the sky, accompanied by the destruction of countless strong men. The pair of cold bare feet, the masked beauty, and the last remaining lonely Lucifer's body seemed like a reincarnation. When the effect of magic disappeared, Qin Tiancai
I found that my back was already wet, I don't know if it was because of fear or excitement.
I just don’t know how beautiful that masked woman is! Qin Tian thought to himself, as a normal man, Qin Tian still has a natural pursuit of beautiful people. Especially what kind of woman, under the black aura
With her graceful snow-white body and bare feet that evoke endless reverie, Qin Tian naturally ranked her as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Although this beauty could not see her face, Qin Tian felt that she was a beauty.
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Just as Qin Tian was thinking about it, a black light showed behind Qin Tian. With the book in his hand, Qin Tian appeared in front of the hall again. His teacher, the undead, was still sitting on the chair transformed from the bone dragon.
Mage Douglas. Although he has met Douglas many times, he always maintains this appearance. Qin Tian admires this mentor's perseverance in his heart.
"Thousand-year war? Have you seen the demonized fallen angel?" Looking at the book in Qin Tian's hand, the necromancer asked, with a mysterious smile on his face under the gray roe deer.
"This, I seem to have some impression." Because his attention was attracted by the mysterious woman, Qin Tian didn't care much about the demonized fallen angel turning into a statue at the last moment. Only now that he heard the necromancer mention it, Qin Tian finally remembered the last light.
After retreating, those dozens of black and white spots flew to various places around the world like shooting stars.
"After the Millennium War, there were a total of 49 statues scattered in various places around the world. Legend has it that this statue hides the ultimate secret of the entire world and can also allow people to truly reach the realm of eternity."
"One of these is coming to New York, and I hope you can go get this statue back."
"Let me go? Are you kidding me?" Although Qin Tian has been with the Necromancer for a long time, he has not learned any spells and has no magic power. He is just an ordinary gangster.
"you can."
The scenery in the hall suddenly became illusory. With the throbbing eyes of the Necromancer, two groups of blue fires burned this fragile space. The hellfire seemed to be extinguished at any time like the remaining candles in the wind. It was originally empty.
Several magic arrays appeared in Yiwu's hall. Necromancer Douglas still sat in the top chair, but Qin Tian was surrounded by countless magic weapons full of necromantic power.
According to the "Steady Record of Magical Weapons" that Qin Tian has studied, Qin Tian knows that these items are definitely not ordinary collections or other items, and the strong aura of death in them can prove the existence of some items that are comparable to artifacts.
"As part of this mission, you can use all the props here at will."
Although there is an insurmountable gap in power level, the quality of the equipment can make up for the shortcomings to a certain extent. Qin Tian still understands this deeply. The difference between a tank and a pistol is huge, just like the gap between an atomic bomb and a tank.
Even if the same person is controlling it.
I remember that the old Taoist priest had also thought about using equipment to improve Qin Tian's abilities, but unfortunately, people in the middle-earth cultivators used their own natal essence to refine magic weapons. To use magic weapons, they must have the closely related natal essence. For Qin Tian, this
People who have no way to cultivate true energy naturally have no way to use it, so they have to give up this tempting idea.
Qin Tian was dazzled by the many magic weapons in front of him. He suppressed his inner joy and frantically selected various props. After all, the danger of this task was self-evident, although the necromancer did not explain why.
He didn't want to go, but Qin Tian didn't have any objections. Even if he did, he didn't have the guts to raise it.
Holding a bunch of magic weapons that would make other necromancers jealous to death, Qin Tian asked the necromancer to start identifying them and describe their uses.
"Hypocritical Mask, Fallen Power, Dark Tentacle, Summoning Shield, Tracking Boots, Demon Dragon Wings, Shadow Robe." Listening to the necromancer saying these awesome-sounding names, Qin
Tian didn't feel anything at all, he was just concerned about the purpose. After listening to the Necromancer explaining the purpose one by one, Qin Tiancai gained confidence in his vision and this mission.
Little did he know that any of these magic weapons had caused a huge sensation in the history of dark creatures. After Qin Tian finished dressing up and faced the summoned water mirror, he realized that the necromancer was still a pretty cool profession.
, a gray robe covered his figure, holding the Fallen Power in his hand, wearing dark tentacles and summoning shield on his left and right hands respectively, wearing tracking boots on his feet, and the wings of the demon dragon that had not yet unfolded on his back.
, the hypocritical mask completely covered his face, and even simulated two groups of immortal fire in the eyes of the necromancer.
For the first time in his life, Qin Tian was full of confidence in his own power.
Wearing this set of equipment that can be said to be a super prodigal, along with various insidious and life-saving potions presented by the Necromancer, Qin Tian began his first mission in his new life, which was also his first fateful confrontation.