In the cave stone chamber, zombie puppets are arrayed, guarding around the passage.
The existence value of these low-level zombies is getting lower and lower, not only because of the birth of the Black Knight, but also because the souls of their masters are getting stronger.
Buzz!
A roar resounded through the soul, and the zombie puppets lay on the ground one after another. An emotion they could not understand forced them to kiss the soil to express their surrender.
Feeling this fluctuation, outside the stone room, the black knight slowly stood up and walked in.
"How long have I been asleep?"
While repairing his soul, Lovett was in a deep sleep state, so he could not accurately judge the passage of time.
After handing the master a slim-fitting dress, the black knight paused and growled.
"Five days?"
Lovett took off his pajamas, fixed his hair in front of the mirror, and then raised the corners of his mouth.
"not bad."
After a month of hunting pirates, plus the navy souls taken from Branch 153, hundreds of soul light balls were swallowed into the body, and it only took five days to digest. This achievement is worthy of Lovett's pride.
The flying squirrel came to the East China Sea to suppress the pirates, which gave Lovett a sense of urgency. He was weak and had no power to fight back in front of the monsters in his memory.
strength!
He desperately needs strength!
Achieve the purpose and use it for self-protection.
Now the hard work has paid off. After five days of adjustment and five days of digestion, the volume of the spiritual energy light ball in the soul sea has increased more than ten times!
Five days ago it was as weak as a firefly, but five days later it was at least as bright as an incandescent light.
The recovery speed of the Necromancer who masters the "soul-eating" method can be seen from this.
As long as there are enough souls swallowed, even the soul fragments torn into thousands of pieces in the turbulence of time and space can be restored and healed. Those are just ordinary situations where the soul has suffered trauma, and the recovery speed can be imagined.
The skyrocketing mental power is just an appearance. Mental power is the evolution of the soul, a measured unit of counting. What it truly represents is the ever-growing essence of the soul.
If Lovett's strength was still at the threshold of mage apprentice and elementary mage five days ago, then now he has crossed that door and advanced to an official...
Junior Mage.
Even if the mage world cannot find another elementary mage who is stronger than him, he is still an elementary mage.
If you want to become an official mage, your soul must be sublimated once.
In addition to "spell apprentice" and "mage apprentice", the familiar mage levels in the world are only junior mage (trainee mage), formal mage (scholar) and senior archmage.
Titled Mage and Holy Ten are honorific titles and are not included in the actual level.
Ordinary mages have no use at all.
A lich that has lived for nearly a thousand years may only be a little stronger than the official mage standard. The road to magic research is long and difficult, full of thorns, and you can become stronger without hard work.
Only those who are truly blessed by nature and have unparalleled opportunities can step into the door of the new world behind and be called "Great Mage".
Such an existence has been rare for hundreds of years.
Then, when they are all unique in some aspect and so powerful that they are so feared by the world that they cannot even look up to them, they will be given titles.
Then!
Only when someone is the best among the titled mages, and is far ahead, can he be qualified to join the Holy Ten Council.
The "Holy Ten" does not require ten people, but only has ten founders. Looking at the tens of thousands of years of history of the mage world, the era that can be filled with ten people is a drop in the ocean.
It can be seen from this that the "official mage" is the first step in the strict hierarchy of the mage world to eliminate mediocrity and identify geniuses.
Soul sublimation is also the only criterion for "mage" to be superior to "human beings"!
"Not to mention... with my current energy level, I can't even see the official mage's door anywhere."
Lovett shook his head and thought no more.
After all, he has only been in this world for a few months, and he has already surpassed the achievements that most people with mediocre talents would have to work hard for a century, so what is there to be dissatisfied about?
rustle……
A thick black thick smoke spread from the severed limb and spread its teeth and claws in the air. Then, under the restraint of mental power, it formed the shape of a dark arm, extending from the severed limb.
Necromantic Magic·Withered Black Sand!
With this "arm" that could poison an adult with just one grain of black sand, Lovett took the top hat handed over by the Black Knight and gently put it on his head.
"Well, not bad! It's really more comfortable this way."
Looking in the mirror at a man in a black gentleman's dress, with a black mantle draped over his shoulders, a black thorn miter on his hand, and a black hat on his head, with a pale face, black hair hanging down to his cheeks, and a slender figure, Lovett nodded with satisfaction.
The clothing is handmade by the Black Knight. As a modified body, he does not need to have much tailoring experience. He only needs to follow the instructions and weave the silk threads into the appearance in the picture.
The dress is not pure black, but the shoulder buttons are made of golden gold, which is full of layers.
However, against the background of Lovett's inexplicably depressed temperament, these decorative colors can only end up being ignored.
When night falls, no matter how beautiful the crystal is under the sun, it will eventually become dull and dull.
"There's still something missing..."
Lovett frowned slightly, then suddenly realized it after a moment.
Boom!
There was a crisp knocking sound, and a cane with a golden ring appeared under his right hand. Regardless of its material, this scene was like magic.
flap……!
There was a faint sound of wind, and a black raven appeared on the shoulder with flapping wings. It had a pair of beautiful ruby-like eyes, shining bright red in the darkness.
"This is how we live together."
Looking at himself in the mirror, Lovett felt a little emotional.
The first time in his life he dressed up in costume was on the morning of the war against St. Oakland and the Magic Empire.
At that time, there were seven black dragon lords standing behind him, and outside the window was the boundless army of black knights.
It was also from that day that the hereditary noble "Count Francis", a descendant of the founding family of the empire, ceased to exist.
In the horrified eyes of the world, only the [Black Earl], Lovett Francis, was left.
But now...
A half-finished black knight, with hundreds of cannon fodder and tool men outside.
"Triangle Breaker, what a bullshit name!"
Lovett made no secret of his disdain for naval aesthetics and said loudly: "Even if I am reduced to this, I am still the titled Archmage, the Black Earl!"
"black Knight!"
He turned around, his face majestic.
"Roar!"
"I'm hungry."
"Roar?"
The fact that I slept for five days without drinking a drop of water and didn't starve to death was already a credit to magic.
so……
Maybe that's not the bad taste of the Holy Ten Venerables.
Some pride will not change with the changes of the times. It is something that is engraved in a person's bones and cannot be changed even if the soul is wiped out.
…
Donghai, branch 16.
"You mean that your colonel is out catching pirates and won't be able to come back in the next few days?"
In the large office, Flying Squirrel sat in the main seat with an expressionless face, looking up at a lieutenant colonel standing below.
The lieutenant colonel stood at attention and saluted when he heard the words and his hair was stuck with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"yes!"
"Colonel, he was so worried about the ghost ship incident that he had been at sea for many days without returning home. This time he was notified and rushed back as soon as possible, but the specific time has not yet been determined."
"Well, that's really hard work."
A chill flashed in the flying squirrel's eyes, and then he stood up.
"In that case, please come with me and take a walk around here."
"clear!"
The principal of the middle school breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran out to make arrangements.
Waiting for him to leave, the adjutant said in a low voice with a sneer.
"He will definitely not take us to problematic waters."
The 16 branch manages the sea area, whether it is big or small, and without local people to lead the way, their eyes are dark. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. When the time comes to go to the sea, they will not be able to distinguish between right and wrong.
"So, your task is very heavy."
The flying squirrel unclenched his fist, and a piece of dried fruit was crushed into powder and slipped from his palm.
"Until now, I still have some expectations for them, and I don't want to believe that as a navy, they can be so bad."
"but……"
"If it is really verified."
Clang!
The two mustaches trembled slightly, but the sword was not drawn, and a trembling sound stung the eardrums.
"kill!!"
There was a tacit attitude in sending flying squirrels to the East China Sea during the Warring States Period.
As early as during the discussion that day, the Warring States Period had already had murderous intentions, but the situation was still under control, so they did not move.
However, soon after, Branch 153 was mysteriously massacred, shocking the East China Sea, and the balance was broken under the fire.
It would be too stupid to turn a blind eye if you think about anything at this time. Violence cannot solve the problem, but it can solve the person with the problem!
As a naval marshal, even the innocent Lovett can be sacrificed, so these sources of trouble will naturally show no mercy.
But there is a degree that needs to be grasped.
This was also his intention in sending the veteran Flying Squirrel.
We cannot kill them all, otherwise the East China Sea will be in chaos.
But we can’t stop killing, we must kill one to serve as a warning to others!