I'm not a magician

The Demon King raised his hand to catch the scroll, and glanced at Ji Chi indifferently. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but he didn't want to pursue so much now, so he just reminded him: "It's really good that you can escape from the Pope, but It would be foolish to underestimate the Holy See because of this."

The Demon King clicked the scepter in his hand, and the Demon God Skeleton behind him stretched out his bone claws, grasped the body of a great swordsman wrapped in steel armor, and sent him to meet the God of Light with a light pinch.

"I can see it. You are relying on precious treasures and good physical instincts. Facing a strong man alone, you may still have some advantages." The devil raised his chin and motioned him to watch the great magister singing in front of him. The dazzling magic circle, and the hurricane set off by the ten wings of the archangel.

"However, if you are unfortunate enough to be targeted by those hyenas, then it's not up to you to say." The demon king frowned, obviously remembering the unpleasant past.

Ji Chi hummed, and humbly asked him for advice: "Then what is the best way to deal with them?"

The devil laughed, and the arrogance that had been suppressed for a long time was revealed in the deep eyebrows: "Hahaha, to be honest, I am really fed up with that coward Harvey! In my opinion, I should bite them back and let them I was so scared that I ran away with my tail between my legs!"

Ji Chi looked at him amusedly, and casually suggested: "Then how about killing them all here?"

The Demon King was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile appeared in his violet eyes: "Ah, I'm starting to like you a little bit...but it's the same sentence, unqualified arrogance is not a good thing."

Ji Chi smiled softly, he raised his right hand forward, opened his palm, and raised his chin like the devil: "I wouldn't be so arrogant a few minutes ago, but thanks to you, I have this qualification."

Skill: [lv.max to my master (summoner)] unlocked

Description: [Summoning penalty reduced, level cap raised to lv.99]

The magician uses magic power to call the elements to be their help, while the summoner sacrifices blood, turns into a loyal servant, and dedicates his life to them.

A ring-shaped wound was suddenly split between Ji Chi's white and thin palms. The wound split along the texture of the palm, and a seven-pointed star was split near the lifeline.

The crimson blood overflowed from the torn flesh, attracted by an invisible force, and flowed upstream to the void in front of it, forming a huge and complicated summoning array.

The moment the Demon King saw the lines of the summoning array clearly, his pupils shrank violently, and he took a step forward in disbelief: "This is... stop! This is not a sacrifice you can bear!"

Ji Chi's face was a little pale, and there was a penalty for summoning, especially this kind of forbidden summoning, the price it needed to pay was the upper limit of the player's blood volume.

The most advanced summoning technique can randomly summon a world-class boss, but every time a boss is summoned, the upper limit of the player's blood volume will also be reduced by 25%. Each player can only summon up to three world bosses at a time.

However, the reduction of the upper limit of blood volume by a quarter is only a numerical change in the game, but in the real world, Ji Chi felt the obvious side effects of punishment. He only felt weak for a while, as if he had just suffered a serious illness .

The summoning formation will be completed soon, and the next step is the most thrilling and key, and it is also the soul of modern online games-drawing cards!

That's right!For Summoner players, they never know what their next summon will be!

The same is true for Ji Chi, the summoning array he drew can summon world-class bosses above lv.

But Ji Chi didn't panic, he coughed lightly, and laughed in a low voice: "Tell me, if they were suddenly beaten by friendly troops, what expression would they have?"

The devil is still trying to stop him: "You still have time to stop!"

Ji Chi ignored him, turned his head instead, and called out, "Hey, Aiwen, come here."

Alvin walked over and looked up at him.

Ji Chi stretched out his hand and rubbed his golden head hard: "You want to live longer than anyone else, smile and see how those villains are finished!"

After finishing speaking, Ji Chi suddenly pressed the hand that had brushed against Ou Qi on the summoning array.

The summoning array bursting out with golden-red light suddenly was more dazzling than the sun, and the brilliant flash covered half of the Demon King's City. The Holy See and the demons, who were fighting fiercely, stopped involuntarily and looked towards the place where the golden light shone.

A figure slowly walked out from the depths of the light.

His long hair is more dazzling than the gold on the king's scepter, his icy blue pupils are more transparent than the ice in the Northland for thousands of years, he is wrapped in a flawless white dress, from the bottom of his boots From the spar buttons to the neckline, they are all spotless, like the most delicate portrait in the world.

When the light gradually faded, huh——twelve pure white and flawless wings bloomed behind his back. This magnificent scene represented the pinnacle of power in this world.

He is the leader of the kingdom of angels, the archangel who lives in awe of everyone, and the biggest boss in the holographic online game of Demon Sword Continent, the only NPC of level lv.99——Ake Anji.

"Twelve Wings... That's the Archangel! Why is he here? Is the Demon King's City about to end..." Some demons felt desperation in their hearts.

The eight black wings of Theodore kept trembling, he suppressed his instinct to surrender, his mind was blank, only fear was flooding and erupting.

Compared with the collapse that the demons fell into, joy appeared on the faces of everyone in the Holy See.

The pope couldn't hide his excitement, and he even ignored the slightest thing wrong in his heart: "Why did your lord come here? The power of the demon god is the least remaining, and we are enough to suppress the demon king's city. Why do you need your lord to come to such a dirty place in person?"

The holy swordsman on the side looked at the figure who looked like a god descending with fanaticism: "This must be God's favor! After all, that lord is the avatar of God!"

Just when everyone was sure that the Archangel would raise his hand and destroy the Demon King City.

Ake Anji turned around, his god-like handsome face showed no emotion, his ice-blue eyes raised, stared at a pair of dark pupils for a while, and then slowly lowered.

The most honorable and flawless Archangel raised his right hand, covered his heart with a pure white gloved palm, and knelt on one knee on the marble road of Demon King City, with a clear and deep voice like a harp, like chant or sigh.

"My master."

Ji Chi was still wearing a shadow suit, with a hideous white bone mask buttoned in his hand. His wide sleeve robe of the god of death fluttered in the wind, and traces of night breath flew down on the pure white wings of the archangel.

He raised his face and smiled viciously at the people in the Holy See who were motionless as if in a dream: "Go, Akeanji."

The Pope was also the first one to come back to his senses this time. He was frightened and angry, and shouted to the surroundings in a deep voice: "Be sober! Don't be fooled by him again! This must be a fake Archangel!"

Ji Chi vaguely heard his anger, and glanced at them with some pity: "No, this time it's true, it's just that the blood volume is a little less."

In order not to make the summoner profession too buggy, the blood volume of the summoned boss is equal to the upper limit of the player's lost blood, but the skills and attack power are still exactly the same!

The Archangel doesn't have a staff, and he doesn't need to sing. He just flapped his wings lightly, and an absolute domain spread around him, allowing him to control everything in the domain.

He walked towards the people of the Holy See step by step, and those who tried to rush into the field to attack him turned into a ray of light in an instant, and the wind blew without leaving a trace of life.

Looking at this scene, Ji Chi even felt nostalgic.

Ji Chi is not the first to kill the Archangel in the Magic Sword player rankings, but he killed him in the shortest time, and this record is far ahead, and has not been overtaken by other players for three years .

In the eyes of other players, Archangel's almost invincible control area is a nightmare. Even veteran players who have cleared the level do not want to brush this boss to be tortured, even if the materials he exploded are top-notch.

But Ji Chi thinks it's okay, because he is almost omnipotent, and his existence is like the antonym of Archangel.

"The domain of the gods..." The demon king looked at the direction of the archangel complicatedly, and the soul flame wrapped around the demon god's skeleton behind him was extinguished little by little. He knew that this battle no longer required him to sacrifice his soul.

The Demon King closed his eyes, and looked at Ji Chi's indifferent side face in a blink of an eye. After being extremely shocked, he calmed down instead: "Although I don't know if this will be another disaster..."

Ji Chi looked back at him quietly.

The Demon King looked straight into his eyes and said softly, "You must gain the approval of all the gods, and then become one—a real god."

As an existence that is infinitely close to God and the ceiling of Demon Sword Continent's combat power, even if Archangel only has more than 2000 blood points, it is still very comfortable to deal with a group of subordinates who are also of the Light Department.

What's more, being able to send so many strong men from the Holy See also proves that Demon King City is not a vegetarian.

Ji Chi didn't let the Archangel show mercy. The moment he decided to complete the hidden mission of the Demon King, he knew that he was completely hostile to the Holy See forces.

The sound of fighting in the distance soon subsided, Ake Anji dragged a defenseless person with one hand, walked up to Ji Chi, and threw two dusty figures at his feet.

The Archangel doesn't have much blood left now, and his meticulous clothes are a little messy, which is something that a real Archangel can't bear, but this Archangel composed of blood limit is not so particular , he stood quietly beside Ji Chi, waiting for the next order.

The Pope is now dying, and he dare not think about the losses suffered by the Holy See even more than whether he can go back alive.

This should have been a flawless operation, but it wiped out most of the upper echelons of the Holy See!

The Pope raised his eyes from the ground with difficulty, and looked at Ji Chi who was standing there: "Who the hell are you! That archangel is fake, right! All of this is fake, right? All of this belongs to you Illusion, right..."

The pope kept talking more and more quietly. The light that symbolized God's love around him could no longer be maintained, and now he was kneeling on the ground, like an ordinary frustrated middle-aged man.

The Demon King bent down and approached the embarrassed Pope, and carefully sized him up several times: "I really like your appearance, unfortunately, I have seen it once before, but I hope this will be the last time."

The pope was still immersed in a nightmare of disbelief, and he still couldn't figure out why it had turned into this appearance.

The Demon King looked down at him, with a lot of emotions brewing in his eyes, but he still couldn't help it: "Do you know what will happen after that false god takes away the godhead?"

The devil didn't want to wait for his answer, and said directly: "This world will become a circus in his hands. He controls everyone's talents, careers and futures. The whole world has established rules, and you must follow his ideas. , all must live by his rules."

"It's just too boring." The Demon King shook his head.

The pope didn't respond, he even thought it was normal, this is God's right.

The devil knew what he was thinking when he saw that look, and laughed mockingly: "As far as I know, your fate is not going to be much better...you are just a dispensable pawn in his hand That's all, of course I hate you..."

The devil didn't continue, but just took out a beautiful rose out of thin air, and broke it with a light fold.

The pope suddenly raised his head, not because he heard his miserable end, but because he understood a key point that made his hair stand on end: "Why do you know the future so well? Could it be that Thoth... went back in time? "

"So that's how it is, that's how it is..." He murmured with emptiness in his eyes, groping for the items he could use, "I have to tell God, I have to tell Him..."

The Demon King smiled: "You are so stubborn, even time does not allow him to exist, but you still believe that he is a god!"

"It's really unpleasant to talk to you." The devil said softly, "But I have a hunch that this is the last time I will see you. Farewell, Pandiff."

Ji Chi didn't notice that another clump of bright red roses bloomed under the Demon King's feet, and he looked at Aiwen with some anxiety.

Alvin was in a bad mood.

He didn't have any special reaction, he just quietly looked down at the priest who was limp on the ground.

This priest came from an inconspicuous small town, but because he set up a few "inconspicuous" sacrifices, he won the trust of the Pope and was able to enjoy the glory beside the Pope.

Ivan stared at him coldly, and suddenly said: "You must have known that I was hiding outside the door, right? Do you remember what you said to me on purpose?"

Ai Wen repeated word by word: "Those children's magic power and vitality haven't passed for a long time. It would be nice if it could be earlier, earlier."

"Do you know how many times I have recalled this sentence?" Ivan approached him step by step.

The priest had long been terrified by the series of incidents, and kept backing away, pleading repeatedly: "Don't come here, don't come here!"

Ai Wen stopped less than one meter away from him, tilted his head to appreciate his embarrassed posture, and said, "By the way, you probably didn't kill me because of my talent?"

The priest seemed to have been reminded of the point, nodded and shook his head hastily: "Yes, yes, I really didn't want to kill you! You see, I have been so kind to you for so many years! You can't..."

Aiwen interrupted him, his eyes drifted around, as if he was looking for something: "Well, you are right about this, I am indeed very talented... So Mr. Priest, would you like to take a look at my newly learned magic? ?”

The priest had a bad intuition, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "What, what?"

Ai Wen tore off a cluster of long and strong rose vines, ignoring the sharp thorns on the palms to drip blood, he smiled at the priest, smiling like a warm little sun: "I learned a magic circle , it seems a bit complicated, but I always remember it very clearly."