Before he was crowned king II

Erics lips moved slightly, the suspended light spots gradually converged into the shape of arrows, and the arrows quickly split when the caster used it, like a hydra with strong vitality in myths and legends, cut off a head, and Two will be born.

The split arrows of light are arranged neatly, and the holy sanction exudes a cold and selfless light beam, ready to go.

Professor Udyr took a few steps back. A faint gray arc enveloped him, so as to prevent his elderly body from being affected by the power of magic. He could clearly feel the turbulent magic elements outside.

In the judging room surrounding the periphery, everyone was attentively witnessing this rare magic feast. It was not so much a magic test as a contest of strength among the top geniuses of the empire.

The arrow of brilliance shot out under the command of Erics, piercing the erected wall of lightning at a speed that the naked eye could not capture, and the terrifying elemental fluctuations set off a terrifying wind, centering around the positions of the two casters out.

The dust on the ground was blown away in one breath, and the thunder and the light devoured each other's energy, because there was no mutual restraint relationship, they gathered in the area as a mixed-color beam of light to vent upward, like an untouchable giant Sword up to the dome.

"What are you crazy about? This is a rating, not a duel!" Professor Udyr frowned, the magic fluctuations on the scene were abnormally chaotic, afraid of hurting two young and energetic little guys,? He is not good either He rushed to interrupt.

Sean watched quietly through the window. He couldn't feel the so-called magic fluctuations, nor could he see the two figures surrounded by strong light, but none of this prevented him from experiencing the power of magic.

Without Herrell's God Core, with his own strength, would he be able to kill Madam Mary?

The answer is obvious.What I saw right now was just a magical duel between two "advanced magicians", and it already had such shocking destructive power.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of ultimate power the "magister" and the legendary "great magister" would have?

If this level of destructive power is placed on the battlefield, how many seconds can the flesh and blood of ordinary people withstand?

a second?two seconds?Even if they form layers of human walls like ants crossing a river, I'm afraid it won't help.

The light arrow shot precisely at one point of the thunder wall, and the entire thunder curtain remained motionless, without any sign of toppling over. Eriks frowned, with sweat dripping from behind his ears. After the last light arrow was shot, the thunder curtain A branch-like crack finally appeared at the bottom.

"I admit defeat." Erics panted slightly, his arms slowly drooping, his "Arrow of Light" failed to break through the "Wall of Thunder" of His Highness the Prince.

"No, you passed, I lost." The thunder disappeared, the evaluation site suddenly became quiet, and Mars also stopped his magic.

Erics was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that His Royal Highness, who had always been arrogant, would admit defeat.

Mars took a deep look at the black-haired young man. On the surface, Eriks failed to break his defensive magic, but in fact, he cast the same magic again during the maintenance process.

The other party didn't seem to notice, but he knew that he was shamefully cheating.

"Your Highness, when did you master the technique of multiple spellcasting?"

Professor Udyr, who is a magister, saw the duel just now very clearly.

"When school started last year." Mars turned and left after finishing speaking.

"Nick, it seems that we are really old." Professor Udyr glanced at His Royal Highness who had left, then at the black-haired young man who hadn't recovered from where he was, and bowed his head in "Aryx "Draw a circle representing passing, "Congratulations, Alex, you are the first and only student who passed the "Advanced Magician" this year. "

"Thank you, Professor Udyr." Alex's expression was not the slightest bit excited, he stood still and looked in the direction Mars left.

Half a field away, at the exit, someone came out, silently waiting for Mars to return.

"Xion..." Alex's heart was stabbed. Sheen didn't seem to see him, he didn't greet him as he imagined, and he didn't even make eye contact.

It's like...they've never known each other.

"Alex." Someone called his name very enthusiastically.

"Sorry, what's the matter?" Alex suddenly came back to his senses, and found three kind-faced old men walking towards him.

One of them was the Dean Dunbar he knew, and the other two old men wore a square hat with three round ridges, a white robe with a sacred cross pattern, and a slightly dazzling red cassock .

"Congratulations, Alex, I'm proud of you." Dean Dunbar came up and gave him a strong hug.

"Thank you, Dean Dunbar." Alex smiled.

"Come on, let me introduce you..." Dean Dunbar patted Erics on the shoulder, "These two are Cardinals of the Holy See, my old friend Bishop Clara, and Bishop Perkins.

I think you must be free next time, let's go, sit down and have a drink, they happen to have something to chat with you alone. "

"Aren't you going to have a word with your friend?" Mars walked in front, his tone was almost the same as usual, but Sean knew that the other party was not in a good mood after he came back, "He passed the "Senior Magician" test successfully. Evaluation. "

"I'm afraid you need to queue up to talk to him now." Sean glanced back, "I think he doesn't lack this congratulation."

"Although he is a bit unwilling, he is indeed very talented. At least when I was the same age as him, I couldn't cast such a powerful magic."

Mars laughed softly, "No wonder the Holy See sent two cardinals to win him over..."

Sean was a little surprised, he didn't know what happened between Mars and Alex.

But it was the first time for him to hear the confident prince admit that he is not as good as a certain person.

"I used to tell the losers around me not to be jealous of geniuses, just like not to be jealous of the sun."

Mars raised his eyebrows slightly, "Facts have proved that only by experiencing it once can you know that letting go is not a simple matter."

"You've done a good job." Sean said softly, and he could actually empathize with His Royal Highness's self-mockery.

There is only one protagonist in the book, and there is only one Alex in the world. Some gaps may be shortened by hard work, but they cannot be surpassed by hard work.

"It's useless, because it's not the best." Mars shook his head, "Who will remember No.2?"

"If you want to rank, you must at least draw a range. I think you should be able to become the number one among kings."

Mars paused, looked at Sean and sighed: "You really know how to comfort people."

"In the history of Sanvia, the first "Great Magister" king. ’ said Sheen, ‘don’t you think that sounds pretty awesome? "

"Seems good, you know, I like the modifier 'first'. "

The corners of Mars' mouth hooked up, and his frowning brows loosened, as if he was amused by Sean's earnest title, "Sounds like a title that can last forever."

"of course."

"However, the goal of "Great Magister" is a bit difficult..." Mars touched his chin, "Casting a forbidden spell is not an easy task. "

"Is the forbidden spell the so-called eighth-level magic?" Sean's eyes moved slightly, "I've never seen it before, do you know what it's like?"

Mars was silent for a moment, "Hell on earth."

The word made Sean startled.

Mars walked out of the gate of the Magic Assessment Association, and the wind blew his silver hair.He looked at the gray tower in the distance, as if recalling some past events.

"Actually, I haven't seen it either." Mars said deeply, "Probably only the undead swallowed by the curse will know."

Tisiphon stood in a cloak on an unassuming boat.

Surrounded by the Rio Grande, the Gray Tower is a military fortress as well as a natural prison. There is no other way to get there except by taking a boat down the river.

"His Royal Highness Tisifeng." The soldiers on guard were already waiting for her arrival at the small pier where they temporarily docked.

"Don't follow, I'll go up alone." Tisifeng asked Baron Roy and the soldiers to stay, and entered the tower built of dark gray stones alone.

The spiral staircase in the corner is a little narrow, just enough for one person to pass through. The walls on both sides are double-layered, and there are stones between the doors and windows to prevent people from trying to escape or commit suicide.

In Saint Via's centuries-old imperial history, this place has always been a arena for palace intrigue and royal struggles, and those who come here will basically be gradually forgotten by the world.

"What else are you doing here?" The faint voice seemed to be blowing by the wind.

Tisiphon reached the top floor of the gray tower and stopped.Sunlight shone into the iron prison through the narrow windows, and a hunchbacked shadow stretched on the ground.

Tisifeng silently stared at the shadow, but did not speak immediately.She let out a breath slowly, as if sorting out her restless emotions.

"Since you've come here, why don't you talk?" The man sat on the wooden chair with his back on his back, without turning his head.

"I haven't seen you for too long, and I don't know what emotion to use to speak."

"If Your Highness doesn't mind, we can talk like we used to." The man replied.

"I can no longer look at you the way I used to." Tisifeng lowered his head and said softly, "You used to be my most respected teacher and elder, but now you are a death row prisoner with serious crimes. The majesty of the imperial law is in front of you. I can't salute you."

"Although this sentence has been said countless times ten years ago, I am really sorry, Tisiphon."

The man sighed, "I have been waiting for the day of execution all these years."

"You clearly know that this day will never come, no one in this world dares to put the "Great Magister" on the guillotine. "

Tisifeng gently pushed open the gate of the iron prison. There were no guards and no iron locks. If the prisoner wanted to, he could even take a walk in the gray tower.

This is a cage that is practically empty, and the only "Great Magister" of the empire is imprisoned in it.

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