Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Wen Neng burned two blocks to death, and that was how Lund opened his mouth. I don't know what he was trying to do, but he was determined to kidnap me.Unexpectedly, when I smelled the smell of used cat litter, Lund sprayed me... This hehehe is quite capable..."

Peng Yuan inserted his wand into the sides of the raft, and activated the magic to make the oars paddle: "It's a long story."

With the help of magic, the leather raft drove a certain distance, and Lund followed closely behind, the blood of the broken tail swaying a dark red track.

Lund's voice returned to the clarity of singing, and it was full of anger: "Prince, you are like this every time! You clearly have the power to save, but you have to run away every time, disappointing those who are looking forward to you!"

After hearing this, Ding Jingyi turned her face away: "Lund, don't you understand? It is because I can't stand your expectations that I choose to die."

Feeling distressed and angry, Peng Yuan turned on the magic loudspeaker, and turned around and cursed: "The city left by the dead can't be opened for 1000 years. You have to come to dig graves? I think the gods of your foggy continent are either idiots or disheveled dogs!"

Ding Jingyi poked Peng Yuan's waist: "You seem to have scolded yourself."

Peng Yuan held Ding Jingyi's hand: "That's all in the past, now I am me, and you are just you, don't worry about the alien flood!"

94. Chapter 94

The magician Orin exists in disasters and legends. Karas grew up listening to the legendary stories of Orin since he was a child. In the stories, the magician Orin is sometimes a noble savior and sometimes a notorious destroyer.

He is part of Karas's whimsical dreams, and also appears occasionally in Karas' path as a magician.

However, today, in the side hall of Rose Castle, Callas saw his dream and beacon—the magician Olin himself.

Just like the legend, Orin is a feminine man, dressed in a gorgeous red robe, lying on a couch for a nap, with his shiny long tail drooping lazily.

Handsome men were a popular style in the last era, but contemporary Ellowyn men all yearn for masculinity, so Olin looks outdated and tired, like an annoying old man who misses his youth.

There was even more deep frustration in his expression.Depression is a common problem among magicians. Callas doesn't have this symptom, so he always feels that he is not good enough.

When Callas saw Olin, the scholar's unique classical feelings revived from his chest. This feeling even overshadowed the contemporary fashion and prejudice, and truly showed Olin's beauty in front of him.

As if moments of fantasy would take Callas back hundreds of years in the past, roaming in the old courtyard and study, in the long river of history.

Fantasies belong to fantasy, Karas still held his breath, he knew that this was an occasion specially arranged by Emperor Ain for him, and the arrangement was always for the needs of reality.

Calas stepped forward cautiously and said hello to the idol who haunted him so much.

"Good day, dear Prince Halloni, the craft of the nation is honored by you. Callas Curaflo of Settrum sends you his regards."

Karas ignored the etiquette, excitedly staring at the idol surrounded by puppets, his heart was pounding.

Orin looked at him, a critical gleam in his melancholy eyes.

"Good day, scholar. Your majesty mentioned that you wanted to be promoted to a god."

Karas's eyes lit up like a cat dilating its pupils in the dark.The legendary figure who had been thinking about him actually talked to him!

However, Olin's response almost chilled Karas's heart: "Unfortunately, since the founding of Ellowyn, there has never been a precedent for incarnation of a god. I will not let you enter the "God Judgment Battle" link. "

Karas still didn't give up: "I have the mystery of time and space magic, and I am willing to dedicate it to the royal family. I have made an agreement with His Majesty."

Olin's face was indifferent: "That's an agreement between you and him, not with me."

Karas choked, not knowing how to respond for a moment.The old dream had turned into a nightmare, closing to him the door from reality to wonderful fantasy.

"See you next time, scholar. I'm going to rest."

"Please wait!"

Karas didn't know why he yelled this sentence. Olin's reason was very good, and Karas had no reason to refute at all, so he felt like a debater who opened his mouth to refute.

Callas plucked up his courage and said, "Would you change your mind if I had power beyond the royal family, beyond the ancient gods?"

The puppets laughed, the existence of being close to people rather than people made Karas feel the fear of wandering in a nightmare.

Olin replied coldly: "As I said, it's not a question of ability, but of how you are born."

"What about people?"

Olin's cold eyes swept over Callas's face: "This country needs a long-lasting and stable god, and human life has a limit."

Callas replied: "In a limited life, a human being can also be compared to a god."

Olin also laughed, and his smile was full of helplessness, as if the elder had given up persuading him after hearing the young man's arrogant words.

"You talk to Ain about this. Establish a new god, and this new god is still a human being. Does Ain want to betray the royal family? I think he will rule in another country."

No matter how slow Karas was, he still noticed the conflict between Emperor Ain and Prince Olin.

"Is human life not recognized just because it is short?"

Olin put away his smile: "That's not true, human beings have their own value. But the value of human beings is different from that of gods, so human beings are not in the position of gods."

This answer seemed profound and mysterious, but Karas read more perfunctory from it.

Callas said: "The value of the gods is strength and durability, and I can prove that I have the same ability."

Olin smiled obscenely, maybe he was used to being superior, so he didn't need to hide his intentions.

"My dear bachelor, what I want to discuss is not...that kind of question..." Olin said, quickly put away his weird smile, as if his thinking jumped, from perfunctory to obscene associations, and then back to business , "Don't think about taking this path with me, just because you are a human being, if the matter of transforming a human into a god sets a precedent, how busy will I be?

How many people like you will come to me to prove themselves?

Hounding me on the construction site, in the hallowed break room?Interfering with my brief sleep?

You can prove yourself to Ain as much as you can, let him appreciate you, and give you extra favors, the emperor's wishes are always higher than mine. "

When Olin spoke to such a plain and clear level, the sacred and the sublime instantly turned into worldly troubles.

Karas was still young and not good at official games, so he said casually: "But, this is what His Majesty meant."

I don't know whether it was this sentence or the aftertaste of losing the nap that angered Olin. Olin waved his hand, and all the puppets retreated, silently like a tight hanging chain.

Immediately afterwards, Olin snapped his fingers, and a ring-shaped wall of fire rose around Karas, surrounding him.

Seeing the wall of fire, Karas realized that this matter was not as simple as the nobleman's wanton venting when his nap was interrupted.But it is also an excellent opportunity to show his strength.

At the moment when the flame was on his body, Karas read softly: ""Backtrack". "

In an instant, the flame disappeared, the golem returned to its place, and everything seemed to have never happened.

Olin is also a top magician, he instantly understood what happened, and his tired face turned pale with weakness.

Karas's heart was pounding: advanced magic that omits wand-casting and chanting, terrible magic that surpasses gods and gods, and he was lucky enough to see it at this moment-if this magic was not used to kill him, he would almost scream for joy.

Olin was the top magician of the previous era, and he used the top magic of the previous era, but the last era was the last era after all.Judging from Olin's face, he himself knew this clearly.

Olin sat up from the couch: "So it turns out that turning back time is indeed a unique power. With this ability, you can keep your body young forever, which is immortality in the human sense. It's amazing that it has met the needs of the country. standard of the gods."

These words sound somewhat blasphemous to Callas, as if the gods are handmade products that can be picked, and Olin is the worker in charge of quality inspection in the workshop, and is stamping on the handmade products so that buyers can know its quality.

"Worth breaking the rules once..."

As soon as Olin finished speaking, Karas felt blood splattered in front of his face, and a bright red long sword was approaching his neck.

This is a purely physical attack, and no trace of magic flow can be detected at all.Olin showed a half-human, half-demon posture. He was already taller and longer than Callas, and his weapons were even more weird.

This sword is not so much a long sword as it is a strange combination of double swords. Four-fifths of the front end is a two-handed sword commonly used by humans, and the rear one-fifth of the hilt of the two-handed sword is a ritual short used by magicians. sword.

This weapon is suitable for hand-to-hand combat and mid-range melee.Even if Karas had the "backtracking" magic protection, he would still suffer from flesh and blood.

Callas's last thought was: Magician uses physical output, which is really unexpected...

Before the sword hit Karas, the sky suddenly darkened, and thunder broke out in the hall.

Olin shivered: "You have to take care of this kind of thing yourself?"

Olin withdrew his sword, but it was half a step too late.Ain appeared in the darkness and thunder, holding Olin's sword-holding wrist. The golden robe and crown shimmered, presenting a solemn and dignified look.

More than a dozen knights went up to the palace. The knights in golden armor and white robes were lined up on the left and right of the emperor, with expressions all over their faces.

The emperor's stern words resounded through the hall: "Olin, what do you want to do to the new god?"

Olin fired back forcefully: "Correct the wrong and the offense."

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