Chapter 2147

"Rod, the mages of the magic guild are gathering at the library. They will start soon. Aren't you really going to attend the College meeting with us?"

Outside the quiet room, Luna looked at rod who seemed to sit and meditate and asked kindly.

"I won't go. As you can see, my mana is exhausted and needs a lot of time to recover. I'll stay here and wait for your good news." facing Luna's kindness, rod just said slowly.

Hearing what he said, Luna didn't give much advice. Before that, she saw rod perform high-level space magic one after another. I'm afraid the mana value would have been out of support for an ordinary mage. Now, Luna didn't doubt that rod needed meditation, but thought he had made the right choice.

"Well, when the meeting over there is over, I'll bring you back the specialty of the college."

After Luna left, the quiet room soon recovered its tranquility again, and only a slight breath could be heard. The scarlet light flashed. It was rod's open eyes, full of some ambition.

The so-called recovery of mana value is the excuse that rod is looking for. With the blessing of the magic source, the mana value in rod's body has already reached full value, and there is no need to recover through meditation.

Soon, feeling the slight vibration in his arms, rod took out a conch like treasure and put it in his ear.

"Brother, I found the original Royal knight. Under the torture of the demon, he revealed a lot of information. The returning scarlet awakened countless angels. The powerful elathians, fearing the coming of the end, are preparing some big moves, which may be aimed at us. The hero you mentioned, the Royal Knights were not brought back to elathia, but were killed The mages detained them. "

Listening to the familiar voice of Rowling from the conch, rod looked a little relaxed. He asked, "which mage did it?"

"Magic guild."

The sound transmission treasure across space allows rod to communicate with Rowling from a long distance, which also provides him with a lot of convenience. From Rowling's answer, rod also got the answer he wanted.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the magic guild will not tolerate those knights to take away things that threaten bracada..."

Rod seemed to think of something, and his eyes became more and more dignified.

"According to the Royal knight, those doomsday believers have stopped a lot recently, and can even see the doomsday crystal misfire. According to the guess of the Erathians, it seems that there are some major changes in hell," Rowling continued.

However, rod shook his head: "they guessed wrong. Those changes did not come from hell, but from a more far-reaching element plane. The element monarch is gradually taking away the magic elements in the world, and her spells often fail. As the fire element monarch who always wakes up, she should be the first to do it."

Just as rod was going to continue his inquiry, Rowling gave a cry of surprise at the end of the conch, which was full of panic and anxiety.

"What's the matter? What happened to you?" rod asked hurriedly.

"An angel found us. She has golden wings. I..." before Rowling finished her words, her voice completely disappeared.

"Are you all right, Rowling? Can you hear me?"

Rod tried to call Rowling on the other end of the conch, but it was like a mud ox into the sea. There was no response at all. There seemed to be something abnormal over there, interrupting their communication.

Seeing this, rod could not help worrying about Rowling, but he restrained the emotion and calmed down gradually.

With the help of the great devil, Rowling over there should not have any accidents. She can escape with fire if she is in trouble. As long as she returns to the base camp of the necromancer through space magic, everything will be safe.

He took a deep breath. In the sense of kinship, the breath belonging to Rowling was fairly stable and showed no sign of being seriously hurt. Soon, rod opened the slave cage and released a human girl prepared in advance.

"Who are you? Where am I?" the human girl looked at rod with a frightened face. Her body could not help but retreat, but there was no way to escape.

Rod looked indifferent. The existence of the slave cage also brought him a lot of convenience. If it weren't for his unique ability in exchange for the source of sin, he couldn't carry living creatures so easily.

In the face of the frightened girl, rod just scattered the death energy on her, and shocked her deeply. For a time, he fell into the depths of hell, so scared that he couldn't say anything and do anything.

On the other hand, rod took out the red devil dagger, the red light flashed, and two blood marks burst out of the girl's eyes. The girl's painful cry was too late. Rod quickly took out two red crystals from the space ring and placed them in the girl's eye socket.

While doing all this, rod deliberately closed his eyes. In his memory, if he wanted to complete the demon ceremony, the object of the ceremony must be a pure blood human. Neither the undead nor other human beings, such as elves and barbarians, could meet the requirements of the ceremony.

The flame flowed out of the red crystal and covered the girl's body in an instant. It scorched her skin and made her cry worse.

"Great jealous king, I call for your coming here. Her eyes will be used as a voucher for your consciousness to communicate in the flame; her body will become your container and carry the glory of the flame..."

A low prayer came out of rod's mouth. He was calling the king in the depths of hell to come to this body as he remembered.

After experiencing hell in person, rod also has a deeper understanding of demon rituals in hell than ordinary creatures. Ordinary followers may fail to perform the demon ceremony, but there is no possibility of failure in front of rod.

With the fall of rod's last words, the girl's voice changed from the original wailing to wild laughter, and the tone became more sharp.

The raging fire ignited from her. Under the package of the flame, rod could not see the girl's original face, but only the black lacquer shadow in the flame.

"Which faithful believer of the surface world calls for my coming... Oh, how is it you?"

After the ceremony, the black lacquer shadow in the flame swept around excitedly. Finally, his vision stopped on rod and couldn't help shouting a burst of regret.