It rained lightly late at night and was slightly cool.
In the Transparent Warlock Association, Mayor Richard, permanent directors of the association Phil, Evan... several big shots who stomped their feet and made the whole city tremble, but at this moment, they looked as if they were mourning for their heirs, and stood silently.
The sorcerers and priests who returned from Yorkman Street did not bring the news they wanted.
The city of Cotton outside the window seems to be the same as usual. Under the dim street lights are citizens returning home from work. Maybe they are still looking forward to saving money to buy a better place for their families, but a few people here understand.
In the dark future, everything is at stake!
The fourth-ring warlock Basolo died. A strong man whose magic could collapse mountains died silently, in the safest association.
Maybe it's a monster from the abyss of desire? Maybe it's a lost person who comes and goes without a trace...
No matter who it is, there is no doubt that Cotton City has attracted the attention of some dangerous entity at this moment.
No one can live alone.
Several people felt heavy in their hearts, and their eyes couldn't help but look forward.
Petals and velvet were laid out, and the old president was lying peacefully with his hands folded on his chest.
He looks like an old man sleeping peacefully.
The priest and the nuns gathered around, reciting verses from the "Pilgrimage" in a chanting tone.
"Our beloved Lord, the noble ancient snake, your eyes are on the whole world, and you are also looking at the suffering person in front of you."
"The Lord said: Suffering is not eternal, and tranquility is happiness. Now, you have finally given him happiness."
The scripture was read over and over again, and many of its contents made many people in the Warlock Association feel a little uncomfortable.
But no one spoke up to stop it.
The presence of the Archbishop of the Ancient Snake Cult, who is comparable to a five-ring warlock, is one of the reasons. The power that the Ancient Snake Cult has accumulated makes people unable to resist from the bottom of their hearts.
In this world, royal nobles rule over the common people, and bloodline magicians are born with glory, but only the Ancient Snake Cult has endured history and always stood tall in the clouds.
Only the Ancient Snake Cult, which believes in the noble ancient snake, has the ability to protect mankind and allow civilization to survive and develop despite the invasion of chaos and madness.
"Sure enough, it's still my extravagant hope. Yin Di didn't come. According to the agreement, should we take the next step?"
In the center of the room, a man wearing a black clergyman's robe with white gold patterns suddenly raised his head in prayer. His deep blue eyes were lowered and cold as he examined the people present.
This is the first time the man has spoken to non-members since he came to the association.
Phil, the permanent director of the association and a three-ring warlock, stood up and said: "Great Warlock Yin Di didn't come. In compliance with the ancient agreement, please, please purify the president's body."
Phil's voice gradually became softer, and finally there was a hint of sadness. The hearts of all the warlocks present felt sad.
There is nothing they can do to collect the body of the president.
Because Basolo died in the darkness, only the Ancient Serpent Cult can save him.
The archbishop nodded, and in his right hand he held a small mithril sword with a snake body wrapped around the hilt. The priests and nuns stopped reciting scriptures and moved away from Basolo's body.
The snake head on the sword hilt opened its mouth and spat out a drop of saliva, dyeing the blade black all the way down. The archbishop looked at the body in front of him solemnly and sang:
"Basolo, who came from the dust, return to the dust. He who came from the darkness is unknown, please return to peace."
The archbishop moved swiftly, and the snake sword suddenly pierced the old man's forehead, like a hot knife piercing butter, and the blade was completely engulfed.
Wow!
The crystal chandelier shook violently.
Light, dark, light, dark, the light in the room changed several times. Under everyone's horrified eyes, Basolo stood up at some point and quietly opened his eyes.
His hair lengthened into a black river, spiraling down around his body and gathering into deep pools at the soles of his feet.
An extremely cold aura swept through the entire room, and the windows were instantly covered with ice. The mayor, who was the weakest, fell unconscious and fell to the ground.
The Archbishop stepped forward, blocked the biggest impact, and drove the hilt of his sword into the corpse's head.
"Wuhe accuses the dead?" he said solemnly.
This is an existence not much worse than him.
"Greetings to you, Attendant of the Ancient Snake." Basolo opened his lips slightly.
"This is not the place you should come, go back to the fog." Black flames ignited on the Archbishop's body, and the boy with eyes slowly grew into a snake boy.
The divine power is roaring with filial piety, burning the resurrected dead into candles of fire.
But Basolo was laughing.
His empty, dark eyes swept over the archbishop and everyone present.
"Attendant of the Ancient Snake, the order is collapsing. You must know that it is not me who came here, but this place that appeared in front of the Fog River. We will meet again."
Basolo's body was burned to ashes in the divine fire, but no one was happy.
Phil looked pale, "Your Excellency the Archbishop..."
The Archbishop put away the snake sword and said with a serious expression, "The situation is urgent. I need to go back to the church to apply for a divine artifact. There will be no major problems with Basolo's follow-up processing. You can do it yourself."
After saying that, he strode out of the association's door. The priests and nuns politely said goodbye to Phil and other directors, and followed closely.
There was silence in the association for a while, then the belated directors burst out with unprecedented action and quietly issued orders one after another.
An undercurrent began to form in the city.
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In the past week or so, Lin Yuan has been staying in the alchemy room. Through his efforts, he has absorbed dozens of bottles of blood-stimulating potions, and he has officially become a second-level warlock.
Unlike first-level warlocks, second-level warlocks have made a qualitative leap.
Enough blood power allowed the warlock to develop his only innate spell, which was permanently solidified on his body.
The spells were random. What Lin Yuan got from his blood was an ordinary defensive spell, acid shield.
The effect is that it can quickly destroy ordinary steel and weaken incoming spells.
It is said to be a shield, but it is more like a membrane. Its thickness is almost zero. It is usually close to the skin and is colorless and transparent.
Because the warlock's innate spells are similar to passive and have very little loss, Lin Yuan, who is already at the second level, has truly become the nemesis of weapons such as arrows, swords and guns. These weapons will be corroded into liquid before they can harm his body.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But for the warlock's attack, Lin Yuan briefly tested the defensive ability of the acid shield, and he can only say that it is better than nothing.
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It is incomparable to Yin Di's awakened force field talent spells.
Fortunately, there is a turning point.
One day, Lin Yuan unexpectedly discovered that as long as he was under the effect of the time-travel ring for half an hour, he could solidify the acid shield on himself again.
If other spells didn't work, Acid Shield would work. Lin Yuan guessed that the confusion of time and space might have caused a certain judgment mechanism in the bloodline to go wrong, allowing the Acid Shield to be attached to the Acid Shield.
Originally, even if the two shields accidentally coexisted, they would inevitably collapse soon. But Lin Yuan had a time-travel ring.
Like the side effects of moving potions, the collapse of multiple shields was also moved to the distant future.
Now, Lin Yuan never forgets to put a shield on himself every day.
After eight or nine shields came down, Shiying looked at him with strange eyes.
"Okay, okay, it's safe for a warlock like you to walk in the city." Shi Ying said with a thumbs up.
Lin Yuan put down the spell book in his hand, looked at the empty table in front of Shi Ying, and said, "Has your work been in vain again today?"
Shi Ying sighed, "Who knows, it's been more than a week since the person who talked about things in the association hasn't come out, and it's become even more chaotic. I could still see the two directors before, but now they all say they're busy, and I don't know what they're busy with."
Lin Yuan said: "Forget it, there is no need to go to the association. In a few days, when I have stabilized the second ring, we will go back to the North. The warlock certification can be done there."
Shi Ying nodded and said: "Okay, I've been out a lot lately, so I'll take a good rest. According to the laws here, when you are certified as a warlock, you can legitimately inherit Yin Di's title."
"After this, when do you plan to start your plan to awaken [Entropy]? One thousand years, or two thousand years?"
Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head, "It won't take that long. In fact, we are executing the plan now and making steady progress."
Shi Ying's eyes showed interest. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of worry crept up between his eyebrows. "In the past few days, I have found that there are a lot less people around us."
"Every time you go out, you prick their eyes with your mental power. If you keep doing it repeatedly, it's normal for there to be so few people." Lin Yuan was not surprised.
While he was strengthening this physical strength, he would occasionally pay attention to Shiying's movements.
"No, I'm not talking about the people who keep an eye on the place. The neighbors who live around us have moved away a lot, which is a bit unusual."
"Look, another family is moving."
Shi Ying lifted the curtains, and Lin Yuan looked out through the glass window.
Dozens of luxurious carriages were parked outside a courtyard, and servants were loading furniture of all sizes into the carriages.
The butler on the side was shouting loudly, probably urging him.
"You're right, it's indeed a bit unusual."
"Maybe we have to leave early too."
Lin Yuan looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and smelled the dangerous atmosphere hidden in the calm.