Chapter 587： Black magician!

Text Chapter 587: Black Magician!

"Acnadine!" Mahad took a step. "What do you want to do?"

"Mahad, ridiculously silly fellow." Aknadine snorted coldly, "You are also one of the biggest obstacles in my plan. Just so, you just let me die here with your failed master! "

He raised his hand, the Sea Scale Snake temporarily left the scrambled sand sculptures, turned around like scarlet lightning, and stabled in the direction of Mahad!

"The Magician of Black Fantasy!"

Mahad cried out, and the black-robed mage leaped forward and flew towards the ferocious snake with his staff. The wizard swiftly dodged in the air to avoid the sea snake's attack. The sea snake quickly turned its direction, showed its fangs and turned his head to chase, but saw the magician backhand a magical cannonball and exploded its head and face on the sea snake's forehead.

The sea scale snake uttered a mournful cry, the red scales dragged the black smoke, and the body fell awkwardly to the ground.

The fairy "Dios" released by the controlled Sete-the black warrior who thought he was holding the sword, went around from the flanks and swung his sword to try to cut off at the magician of black fantasy, but was hit by a fireball from the flanks. Got out.

The fireball came from the "cursed dragon", an elf summoned by the priest Karim.

"Are you crazy, Priest Aknardine?" Priest Shada shouted, "Do you want to betray Pharaoh?"

"Pharaoh? Not soon!"

Aknadine roared. His voice was out of tune, and it sounded like a wounded beast.

Darkness erupted, and a powerful force seemed to be drawn from the depths of his body. A contract is working, it is the power he obtained from the depths of the underworld by selling his soul to the evil god, a truly powerful power.

But in order to maintain this powerful force, he must burn his soul!

Aknadine's body also changed. The black cyclone twisted his white robe to pieces like a flying blade, his face was covered by a white mask, only his thousand-year-old eyes that were as cold as a machine were exposed.

His body was wrapped in a large and dark cloak, and the purple-black armor had golden eyes unique to a thousand-year-old artifact on his chest, just like the eyes of a demon in hell, looking at the world through his body coldly.

Aknadine no longer exists.

He is now called "Dark Priest"!

"Drink!!"

The dark priest screamed in a deep voice, his cloak rolled, and the powerful dark power erupted like an endless river. The painting style of the entire secret room changed suddenly, and the solid floor became soft soil. Every step made made people feel that there might be monsters coming and going from the ground at any time.

The air became humid and cold, and vines and shrubs rose from the ground. The yin wind carried the ghost through the forest, and the cold, pungent air was as heavy as lead.

This is... the undead world!

The ground in front of the dark priest broke, and the burly body rose from the ground! Bai Sensen's skull was covered like armor, and the demonic skull had a hideous face. The red gems inlaid on the staff in his hand scanned viciously like a bloodthirsty eye, like the master of this immortal realm.

Necromancer·Evil Eye!

Aknardin, who had turned into a great dark priest, instantly opened up to a different level with other priests, and the combination of the undead world and the evil eyes of the Necromancer was even more palpitating.

The priests worked together, and each summoned the elves to fly up from all around. But seeing Evil Eye's body spin, the wand was swept away, and a wave of red waves blew out a row of elves neatly.

The priests were smashed to pieces, only Mahad staggered back half a step, but still barely stopped. The magician of black fantasy barely opened the transparent magic circle, and the magic shield was like a tenacious stone separating the torrent, resisting the impact of the evil eye.

A transparent cyclone exploded behind the magician of black fantasy, and the body shot out like an arrow pierced the fog of the undead. He flew around the evil eye flexibly, and the magic light bombs continuously exploded on the undead king, and the torrent of spells dragged the black electric snake and bombarded the necro king's bone armor.

Mahad is already superior in strength, and when his strength is completely open, the other priests besides Sete are combined forces and not his opponents.

But it's still not enough.

"Cut, it's just a mere magician after all!" The great dark priest handed out his right palm, tightened his five fingers, and made a fist gesture.

"Go to hell!"

The power of the Necromancer erupted, and a certain absolute order was descended in the deep darkness, which suddenly restrained the magician's actions. The magician of black fantasy who was flying and tumbling was slammed, and immediately couldn't move.

The ruby ​​on the Necromancer's staff flickered, and the scarlet light was like a demon, uncontrollably excited. The beam of light condensed, like a piercing spear, hitting the body of the magician of black fantasy head-on. The mage flew out uncontrollably, smashed a load-bearing pillar in the room, bounced on the ground like a ball, and then hit the back wall and got stuck in it.

Mahad's gaze was stagnant, he spouted a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground with soft legs and feet.

"Mahad!" The game got up and helped him up.

The game feels anxious, but also a little annoyed-so many people are fighting desperately for themselves, but in their own state, they can't even summon an elf to fight.

"Pharaoh... it's okay." Mahad stood up weakly.

His breath is very disordered, and both his movements and sounds make people feel that it will not be strange to fall down at any time. But his eyes were still firm, and he moved forward courageously, without fear or confusion.

Only the most determined person can remain so determined.

The game can't help but be moved.

He told himself more than once that it was just a game-a dark game, but it was still a virtual game.

The people here are just NPCs, people who exist in his memory. Whether it is a good person or a bad person, a companion or an enemy, that has passed.

Three thousand years of time will corrode and weather everything, and the people here have actually been gone a long time ago.

But no matter how many times I tell myself this in my heart, the game still can't prevent myself from substituting real feelings.

Because some things will never fade.

Three hundred years, three thousand years, or even thirty thousand years does not matter. Some things will not change.

Mahad stood up and blocked the game with his body again.

"Master Pharaoh, please... leave it to me."

The game noticed that his breathing seemed to be less rapid.

"Mahad, you..."

Mahad let out a sigh of relief. Although facing an unprecedented powerful enemy and in a dangerous situation, he only felt that he had never been so clear-headed as he is now.

This is a decision he has been considering long ago.

He flipped through a large number of magic books, and looked up taboo books at the cost of blood and soul, just for such a day.

With his head held high, he did not hesitate in his steps, as if he was striding towards a new and hopeful future.

Years ago, the sincere and enthusiastic voice of the game that was still a prince rang in his ears again.

"We are also bleeding red, Mahad, we are no different."

"I will create a new world where everyone has an equal status and can laugh together."

"..."

"...I believe in you, Pharaoh." Mahad said to himself.

He hopes that he can become the cornerstone of that new world and the power of the Pharaoh. Even if it is a trivial contribution, this contribution will be full of glory.

"Stupid." The dark priest twitched his mouth and said with a grinning smile, "Necromancer, solve him for me."

"Mahad!" The game and the priests exclaimed at the same time.

The scarlet light was fleeting, drowning Mahad's body. The roaring demon shredded the body of the priest, and the sling of the millennium wheel was torn off The golden ring was flying in the air.

The game stared blankly at the loyal priest disappearing before his eyes, and at the same time clearly felt that the tingling sensation in his brain had intensified to a new peak.

It felt like the brain was thrown into a blender running at full speed.

More memories were awakened from the deep sleep, and countless pictures flashed before my eyes. He finally remembered the bits and pieces of growing up with Mahad and fighting side by side, remembering his promise, and also understanding how much Mahad had paid for his boyish dream.

That's right, all of this is just illusory. At this time, what he was experiencing was just a dark game. All the people around him were just NPCs, a reflection of his memories of people three thousand years ago.

But all this is not just illusory.

Because these are reprints of history that happened three thousand years ago.

"......what?"

The wave of magic power and the smoke dissipated, and when the dark priest saw the upright posture standing behind the smoke, he couldn't help but screamed.

The same robes as the elf "Black Fantasy Magician" who had just left the stage, the green staff, and the pitch-black magician stood like a spear of steel.

And at this time, the face under this robe...It is the priest Mahad!

"You guy...could it be that you are fused with the elves!?" The dark priest was stunned.

The human soul merges with the elves?

This kind of thing is unheard of even by him!

The game has been completely recalled.

This is the moment when his most loyal servant "Black Magician" was born three thousand years ago.

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