Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Open, the night wind blows, and disappears again.

"So, you want to tell me what's going to happen to me in 46 billion years?"

Olin smiled wryly, "To be honest, I have imagined countless times, a country without an emperor, where everyone can work hard for a simple life. If there is such a country, I don't have to worry about everything."

Callas also calmed down: "I have observed with authority, that kind of country will appear in thousands of years, and its theory only needs to wait for a few hundred years. Far away, what I want to solve is the blessing on you. But... Do you need me to do this?"

"I'll think about it..." Olin turned his face away. He felt Karas's hesitation and thought about it, "Because this blessing...is not a simple blessing."

Callas nodded: "I understand. At different times, its functions are completely different."

For young and middle-aged monarchs, the blessing of immortality can help them avoid accidents such as assassinations and accidents, and better improve the stability of their rule.

However, for the monarchs in their twilight years, living longer can only make them suffer longer.

"I disagree..." Olin turned back, "For me, this seemingly cursed thing was originally received as a blessing. Even if I want to lift it, I will not pass you."

Callas was keenly aware of the meaning of the words: "This is a gift from fate to you. Take a step back and say, if you are fate itself, this is something you cannot undo yourself."

Olin clasped his arms tightly: "Why do you always suspect that I am destiny?"

Callas looked directly at him: "Not yet, but one day in the future. Moreover, because fate is too harsh, rewards and demands are always unequal, so it will be a disaster."

He suppressed the conversation.

Olin said nothing.As expected of a God of Time and Space who can use a book to speed up the progress of 5000 years of history, the ability of investigation and reasoning is a headache.

A long time ago, when Orin was still the little prince, out of observational doubts and considerations, he once asked Felicia: "Why don't you let me learn the skills to lead soldiers and fight?"

Felicia replied: "Sooner or later, you will take over as your mentor and protect your brother's country. Leading troops to fight is not the ability required at that level."

Olin didn't understand what that meant at the time.

"You know too much, hundreds of years later, thousands of years later, 46 billion years later..."

Olin sighed, and the black flames condensed in his palm, "But now, I still belong to this country. The secrets of fate and gods are the top secrets of the country.

There is no difference between killing you now and killing you at the temple challenge venue.This country, no, Ellowyn's civilization has not yet reached the point where I can continue regardless of everything and fully consider myself. "

Callas looked at Orin, jaws propped up, brooding as he did in the gap between time and space.

Regardless of the flames burning the tombstone and the ground, the surrounding space has turned into scorched earth.

He said: "My estimation is correct. First, your respect and love for fate is beyond my imagination, because you can also keep it as a treasure if it becomes a cursed blessing;

Second, the god position itself can be inherited, but it has not been promoted in the era of the first emperor, because it takes too long to cultivate suitable heirs;

Third, due to various agreements and restrictions, you do have many forbidden magics that you cannot use. If these magics come out, all the gods in office will not be your opponents.However, at this moment, we have not yet reached the point where we want to fight with our lives. "

Orin pulled up his collar so Karas wouldn't see his expression.He didn't understand the first two points, at least he didn't understand why Karas wanted to say it at this moment.

However, the third point is true. During the period when he was not an apprentice, Olin seldom used the law of causality magic, at least he did not use it against the enemy, because this series of power magic is too powerful and uncontrollable, but he is very confident that if this When used from time to time, it can definitely keep the state's secrets.

Callas added: "I'll keep it a secret. Don't you believe me?"

Olin smiled wryly: "Of course it's not about secrets."

Olin figured it out, now he has a good life and is about to retire.Karas has become the country's top magician and reserve god. Olin doesn't need a colleague who is as strong as this. Even if he needs protection and care, it must be bestowed by the imperial power.

It's just that the magician's pure power gap changed the taste of love, and made him so nervous that he suffered from insomnia and stomach pain.

What is love?Olin thought, for him, maybe love is the last drink of the exile before death, rationed by the state, sour and bitter, and talk is better than nothing.

He missed it, and always looked forward to ending his boring and stupid life, but he would not drink this glass of wine when it was usually brought to him.

The flames rose into the sky, obscuring the moonlight.

147. Chapter 147

Halloni, suburban cemetery.

That's right, that's it.Callas took a deep breath, and space locked Orin Valentine's neck.

The power of time and space has given him the result of the event, and he quickly deduced the logic:

"Respect and love" made Olin's judgment on magic inaccurate, and he believed that causality magic was the most powerful taboo.Flame is a cover, and he will definitely use the law of causality to fight.

It is still "respect and love". Out of respect for fate, the casting of this magic cannot be a rash finger snapping or a simple body movement. It must be the most complete and solemn chant, and it will make a sound.

There are three kinds of causality magic like this, and only one is applicable to the current situation, which is "instant death".

There is only one solution to this battle: blocking Orin from casting spells.Once he utters a single syllable, the fight gets tricky.

It's not because of the trouble of being merciful at the same level, but the beginning of no end.

Moreover, Karas could not find the possibility of a peaceful aftermath at all.Perhaps this is the cruelty of fate.

Callas understood very well that this was a contest that could not be lost.Once he relented and surrendered or died, he would never have the chance to return to Ellowyn.

Orin has power magic that is not inferior to Callas, and he can give up love for the sake of state secrets.

At this time, Olin's thought was not about killing the third lover, but how to keep the country's secrets.

Even if a certain project requires a long-term implementation process, the design cannot be disclosed to the public.So is the secret of fate.Add in his vanity and everything is irreparable.

The flames became more and more violent, but only temperature remained in the night sky without any color.

Callas' voice sounded beside Olin: "Don't you believe me?"

He shouldn't have come so soon.

Orin didn't have time to say any spells, he just felt the flames disappear without a trace of warmth left, and there was a chill on his neck, and then he saw Karas' face.

He was covering his face, so it was impossible to see.A fragrant handkerchief was stuffed into his mouth, and it was the same ocean smell, clean, crisp, a little subtly fresh.

The night wind blew, and Orin frowned because the handkerchief couldn't sneeze.It was slightly warmer on the cheek, the temperature of Karas' arm.

Only then did Olin realize the current predicament.

"Don't worry..." Karas turned sideways to block the body in the darkness, "I used space magic, no one will see it."

"Well--"

Olin snorted, and stopped struggling. The confidence he had built up with great difficulty all his life disappeared with the previous night fire.

It's not that he has never failed, nor has he never fantasized about the situation of death and the country's destruction, but the optimal solution brought by time and space is beyond his imagination.

Orin Valentine, who once stood at the pinnacle of Ellowyn's magic, finally realized at this moment that he was helpless against the quasi-god in front of him.

Callas's voice trembled: "If we don't, we won't be able to stop."

Two drops of scalding liquid dripped onto his face, and Orin completely lost his mind.

"Well……"

Callas wiped his face hastily, brushing the soft glove over Orin's brow and closing his eyes.

In an instant, Olin felt that he was really dead, humiliated, painful, and somewhat relieved.

The gap between time and space.

"what--"

Olin wailed and sat up, and subconsciously touched his neck. His head was still on his neck, and his body was intact. He even changed back into a red nightgown.

He was discouraged, completely disregarding etiquette, and lay down on the bed with a "bang", looking around, the room between the gaps was the same as when he left last time, even the weakness of his body was the same.

"Mi—" Callas' voice sounded in the far corner of the room.

Olin turned over and looked around, Karas was squatting in the corner, his eyes wandering, not daring to look at him.

Olin turned back: "Come here."

He had to figure it out while he was sane and Karas was still thinking about the old relationship.

Karas listened, carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, and glanced at Orin out of the corner of his eye.

Olin covered his neck: "What's going on, what happened?"

Karas turned his back to Olin and looked at his tail: "It's a long story, but the result is clear. Your blessing of immortality is lifted. But it's not complete."

"Not completely, I can feel it. What... did you do?"

Karas turned around and patted Olin's chest: "I did this to prevent you from killing me on the spot. As for the blessing of immortality, you lifted it yourself."

Callas remained in a posture of looking down.Orin covered his face, his reason was intermittent, and the whole bed was shaking with him.

Cutting the neck does not kill him on the spot, but it can effectively block his movement;

Gagging with a handkerchief can interrupt his forbidden magic.Callas's move is indeed understandable, as for Olin's blow, it is