I'm not a magician

The Forest of Dark Night has become more peaceful these days than usual, and the students who came here to train peacefully feel a little bit wrong.

In the black mist of the forest, it is no longer the ferocious monsters, but the spotless snow-white robes. The magic power of the light element seems to dispel the darkness, covering the forest.

There were fewer and fewer magical beasts in the outskirts of the forest, and the progress of the students' tasks was seriously affected. After several days without seeing a single animal hair, everyone returned to the camp with their heads full of confusion.

At this moment, at the task receiving office of the Academy of Magic, Ms. Emma frowned at the communication magic circle in her hand, and she couldn't help casting worried eyes deep into the forest.

"Is there still no news about them?" The senior teacher on the side also asked worriedly.

Ms. Emma shook her head: "No, I can't even contact Professor Joseph and Mr. Lei Ze. Oh, I hope they are all well..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a group of people from the Holy See sent not far from the camp. The leader was very familiar, and he was the archbishop of the Saint Tri Empire.

Emma was stunned for a moment, and then quickly ran forward, but before she could get close to the archbishop, she was stopped by the paladins beside her.

Those who are qualified to protect the archbishop must at least be great swordsmen. They are imposing and well-equipped, and they ask Emma who is in a hurry: "Who are you? If you have nothing to do, please stay away from here."

Emma couldn't outrun these tall warriors. Seeing the figure of the archbishop walking forward without turning his head, she couldn't help asking loudly: "Mr. She's gone, do you have any news about her?"

The archbishop stopped in his tracks, turned his head slowly, his pale eyebrows lowered, and his blue pupils looked even deeper: "You want to ask the saint, St. Colly?"

Seeing that he was willing to answer, Emma calmed down a little: "Yes, in the name of protecting the saint, the Holy See negotiated with the Academy of Magic to replace the most advanced task content, but now, all the teachers and students involved in this task are missing. , including the saint you want to protect."

Emma looked directly into the archbishop's eyes, and her eyes were as sharp as his: "I don't want to question the Holy See, but I just want to know what this mission is and where they are now. You know it?"

Her tone seemed a little blunt because of her anxiety. The paladin next to her frowned, stepped forward and drew out her sharp sword: "Why did you talk to the archbishop?"

The archbishop raised his hand to stop the movement of the paladin. He stroked the snow-white beard on his chin and smiled inexplicably: "We are indeed here to find her."

Emma was overjoyed when she heard this.

The archbishop continued: "We want to ask her, as the daughter of the devil, what she wants to do in the Holy See for so many years."

It wasn't until the people in the Holy See walked further and further into the forest that Emma recovered from the trance. The volume of their conversations was not controlled.

"Huh? Saint Keli is the daughter of the Demon King? How is this possible!"

"But that's what the archbishop said! Didn't you notice the magic power around him? It's not the great magister, who can have that kind of momentum!"

"So St. Claire is a demon? God, I actually worshiped such a dirty person..."

The little mages who ran over were shocked at first, but when they heard other people's malicious comments, their faces flushed with anger: "Bah! Are you blind? Have you never felt her pure light magic power before?" Is it? Oh, that person, you are also a light magician, right? Then you, who don’t even have half the talent of St. Kelly, are you a dirty thing!”

"Okay, don't quarrel with them, you go back to the tent first." Ms. Emma ordered them suddenly.

She stared at the direction the archbishop left with heavy eyes, and the worry in her eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

The quiet and clear spring water in the Silver Moon Spring outside the Forest of Darkness has become extremely filthy at this moment. The Silver Moon Fish could not bear such a bad environment, and they floated on the spring water one by one with their white bellies turned over.

Clanking footsteps sounded, and the heavy and sturdy iron boots of the paladin stepped on the muddy ground by the spring, splashes of mud fell into the water, and also stained the shiny armor of the warriors.

The head of the Holy Knights, one of the holy swordsmen who can count with one hand in the Demon Sword Continent, is kneeling on one knee in front of a figure whose whole body is enveloped in soft light: "My lord, the Saint Tri Empire , The Archbishop of the Norse Empire is waiting outside, waiting for your order at any time, and the Kingdom of Angels has also sent two archangels to assist us."

The pope raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction: "Serving God is the common destiny of the Holy See and the kingdom of angels. We will dedicate everything to the glory of the true God."

The head of the regiment bowed his head deeply: "May we be with our God."

The Pope nodded and suddenly asked, "By the way, where is the devil's woman?"

"She has come to the Forest of Dark Night under the supervision of the Holy See of the Saint Tri Empire."

"Well, take care of her, she is going to be executed outside the Demon King's City." The Pope said lightly.

There is no sunrise or sunset in the Demon King City. The Demon King stood in front of the window, watching the sky gradually turn white and brighten like diluted ink.

He stood here for a whole night, and he knew that waiting for dawn again would be the moment when the Holy See set foot here.

The demon king has gone through this stage many times, and he can know the subsequent development without thinking.

The Holy See will send great magisters, holy swordsmen, archangels and other strong men who are rare on the entire continent. No matter how powerful the devil king is, he will not be able to resist their invasion. He will eventually give up his godhead for the devil king city.

And if he is very lucky, he will meet a pretty good person from another world, that person is familiar enough with the Holy See, a little smart, and will help him break away from this fixed line, keep the godhead left by the demon god, No longer under the control of false gods.

But this happened only once, and the man from another world finally betrayed.

Like everyone else, he couldn't stand the various temptations given by the God of Light. He thought he could quickly grow into a strong man, but he didn't know that he had fallen into a slave of fate and would curl up under the control of a false god forever.

In the end, it was the Demon King who expended a lot of power to kill him.

After so many failures, the Demon King went from looking forward to being flat, and now he has become a little tired. He really can't stand those greedy, complacent, and disdainful people from other worlds. Even when he sees them unable to control I want to crush it.

The Demon King took a deep breath, knocked on the table hard, and called in the demon guards guarding the door.

The demon guard came in with a low eyebrow, leaned on his chest and asked, "What's your order, king?"

The Demon King pressed the throbbing veins on his forehead, and pointed to the downstairs: "What the hell is that guy doing?!"

Since a few days ago, no matter how long the Demon King stood in front of the window, he saw how many times the figure below ran around the castle.

If Ji Chi was running quietly by himself, the Demon King wouldn't be so irritable, but he wasn't. Behind him was a string of little magicians. Those slender people were panting louder than the demon's snoring.

"Run and run! This is your second lap! Come on! Follow my rhythm! One two one, one two one—" Ji Chi clapped his hands to encourage the young master who was about to collapse to the ground.

"No, no, I can't do it anymore. If this continues, I will...yue—" Brandon staggered a few times and rushed to the side of the rose bush.

The scepter in the Demon King's hand was about to be crushed, he was fed up with these people, and wanted to ask them to leave the Demon King City.

But Sheng Keli and Ji Chi will stay, and Ivan and Brandon will not leave either.If they don't leave, Joseph and Lei Ze will stay.Everyone wanted to stay, and the bears refused to leave.

So, a good Demon King City, inexplicably many strange species.To be honest, the Demon King is not doing well right now.

Seeing this, Theodore, the fallen angel who had been silently guarding the Demon King, knelt down and asked, "My lord, do you need me to let them go?"

After Theodore repaired the castle, he has been with the Demon King. He doesn't know why the awakened Demon King forgives him. Even though his intentions were all for the Demon King's city at the time, sleeping the Demon King without authorization is an inexcusable betrayal.

Theodore looked up at the calm king in fear. He was not afraid of punishment, he was only worried that the devil would forbid him to guard the devil's city.

The Demon King glanced at him sideways: "No, they won't be here for long anyway. You go and get someone to prepare, the Holy See is coming tomorrow."

Theodore almost didn't react after hearing this, and was stunned: "What? How could it be so fast!"

The Demon King snorted: "Why are you surprised? Didn't you prepare for this day early? Oh yes, remind you again, I don't need your protection, just be careful behind yourself."

The Demon King sighed and said softly, "Don't die again..."

Theodore walked out of the castle quickly. He still didn't understand what the devil's last order meant, but it didn't matter. He only knew that no matter what the outcome was, he would use his life to protect the place that gave him freedom.

Under the castle, Brandon finally completed today's training.

"I-running like this, can the speed really be faster?" The young master's lungs were about to explode, and he asked Ji Chi panting.

Ji Chi tilted his head and thought for a while: "Well, there is one more thing to add."

He didn't know where to take out a knee pad that was too heavy at first glance, bent over and clasped it firmly on Brandon's leg, and patted the young master who almost knelt down: "Don't take it off, you Look at how fast Aiwen runs now, because he carries this every day."

Brandon [moving speed -50%] glanced at Ivan suspiciously: "Really? But there is nothing on his legs?"

Ji Chi lied without changing his face: "It has the same effect if he wears it in his hand."

Ji Chi watched the young master move towards the distance with question marks all over his head. After walking for a long time, he only walked more than ten meters, and he sighed helplessly.

In the past few days, he has used this half-deceived method to put layers of armor on several small crispy skins. Although each of them only has one piece of equipment, it is enough for them to survive for a long time.

It is worth mentioning that, in order to choose a few normal orange outfits from a lot of glittering and special effects, he almost blinded his eyes. In the end, only this one is unremarkable and has a particularly thick armor, but Buckle the knee pads with particularly ruthless movement speed.

Ji Chi thought and thought, and finally decided to leave it to the young master. Anyway, the young master's original speed was infinitely close to 0, and if he cut it in half, it would still be 0, no difference.

Ji · Mathematics genius · Chi smiled with satisfaction.

He stood in the manor in front of the castle, watching the demon guards who came and went in a hurry suddenly, and the laughter and laughter fading away in the distance, and looked back at a certain window on the castle.

The figure was lowering its head, staring in his direction, wondering what it was thinking.

Ji Chi lowered his eyes and called up the panel. On the current panel, his blood volume has already exceeded [-]. After daily training, his blood volume has increased a little bit, and those different attribute values ​​​​are also slowly increasing with specific training. .

He felt his slightly hot skin after exercising, and his healthy beating heart, turned around, and walked out of the Demon King's city.

Regardless of whether he is a god or not, he is in a different world, since he is living here well, no one can restrain him.

The Demon King's City is a very special area, and almost no outsiders know what the junction between it and the Forest of Darkness looks like.

But this time, everyone in the Holy See was honored to see this scene.

It was a layer of flexible and shimmering barrier, covering the middle of two toppled and staggered tree trunks, surrounded by a dark forest, only a faint breath and soft light came out from the film-like barrier.

"The Demon King's City is hidden so deeply. If it weren't for the power God bestowed on us this time, we might not have been able to find it." The Pope sighed.

He slightly raised the holy staff in his hand and pointed at the barrier: "However, all the dirt is nothing before the power of God!"

The seemingly light blow landed on the barrier, like a weak bubble exposed to the sun, and it dispersed with a pop within a few seconds.

The surrounding darkness dissipated like the tide, and the mysterious and unpredictable Demon King City unfolded like a scroll.

The Pope turned his head and smiled at Shirley who was tied to the verdict rack.

He looked into her eyes full of despair, and said with a smile, "I miss you a lot, right? But it's a pity, when the holy light shines on the earth again, the Demon King City will never be able to hide in the darkness again."

Xue Lier, whose magic power was gradually fading, could hardly even struggle. She looked at them angrily: "It's all my fault! You can execute me however you want, why should you hurt them!"

The pope was surprised: "Oh my child, how could you be wrong? If you were not here, I would still worry that the devil would not obediently hand over the things."

Shirley seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water: "What, what?"

"It's a pity that we couldn't catch that cute little girl together, but it doesn't matter. God will forgive her for her contribution to leading us." The Pope raised his head and squinted into the distance, "Oh, I won't chat with you Oh, look, their response is so fast, has this been waiting for us all this time?"

Demon King City at this time.

"What's going on, what's going on? Why are there so many people from the Holy See suddenly?" Brandon walked with difficulty and came to St. Colly's side.

Aiwen looked at the figures of the Holy See with some confusion, and there were even familiar people inside: "Is what the devil said true? No... I still want to ask them."

Sheng Keli hurriedly stopped him: "Are you crazy? I didn't see that those people's magic circles are all set up. Are you going to die?"

She looked around anxiously. The usually dumbfounded demons stretched out their bones and wings, protruding their fangs. They faced the powerful enemy together with a posture of fighting spirit.

Seeing that everything was in a mess, Sheng Keli walked back with the two little squishy skins: "Don't worry about it, hide in the castle quickly, it's the safest place... Also, where is Ji Chi? Where did Ji Chi go?" Already?!"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, eyes full of panic.

And Ji Chi, who was heartbroken, was already in the forest at this time, leaning on a big tree and looking at the bright magic circle not far away.

He straightened up, and complained softly: "Why is Magic Sword spending so much money on such inexplicable art? Aren't you afraid of scaring the children at night?"

Set: [Shadow Soul Reaper]

Quality: [Legend]

Set effect: [Increase stealth value, defense value, attack power, movement speed, etc.; gain intimidation effect when discovered by the enemy, stop the enemy's action for 10 seconds, and trigger every 5 minutes. 】

Description: [You are the god of death who harvests souls in the dark night, you are silent wherever you go, leaving only shadowy fear]

Disgusted by Ji Chi, he put on his pale bone mask obediently. On the mask, lines painted with blood opened his teeth and danced his claws, which could instantly grip the fearful hearts of human beings.

His large black robe fluttering in the air has a misty breath and black mist, like a god of death with a predetermined goal, wandering towards his spoils in the shadows.