Seven Hundred and Ninety-Three So-Called Eternal Life

"Whoosh!" At the same time that the white-robed God Servant used magic to attack Vivienne, Safiral's magic also spewed out from his blade, and a lightning-fast wind blade rushed directly behind the white-robed man , only a little slower than the lightning magic used by the white-robed man!

"Crack!" Falai's palm also lit up with a hot light, and a bolt of lightning hit the white-robed man's defensive magic barrier in the blink of an eye. He only used one lightning-type magic, but the attack strength of this magic is much stronger than the two same-type magic used by the white-robed man.

After all, these three people in front of them are all super elites in the magical world. If there is no Alan Hill, any one of these three people appearing alone is enough to support a battlefield.

But now, the three of them appeared together just to besiege a white-robed man, obviously a bit overkill.

After the huge collision, the magic defense barrier of the man in white shattered, and he himself was seriously injured. The white robe on his body was in tatters, and he flew backwards in embarrassment for a long distance before he stopped his figure.

It's a pity that after stopping his figure, before he had time to use another magic defense barrier, huge energy enveloped him.

The magical energy used by a giant dragon poured out, and in just a moment, the white-robed god servant was evaporated.

"Ah!" In the infinite light, only the scream of a white-robed god servant echoed. Obviously, when the light dissipated, not even a single ashes would remain for this poor servant of God.

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"Ah!" Suddenly, a zombie-like body sat up from a coffin-like machine, he panted heavily, black liquid flowed down from his face, along his wrinkled face, dripping onto his boneless chest.

He saw a dry corpse carried out of the dim room in front of him by several handsome demons in white robes and hoods, not servants of the gods.

The corpse seemed to be something that had been dried for hundreds of years, and it made one's stomach churn just looking at it.

Then he looked at the translucent "person" standing not far away, and quickly showed a humble expression: "The great source of magic... I failed..."

"I know you failed." There was some annoyance on the translucent face of the source of magic, but his voice was still very ethereal.

It's as if the room is filled with his speakers, and every time he speaks, voices come from different angles.

"But you're doing well,

Very brave! "It may be said that while he was talking, he floated in front of this old man who was as dry as a vampire.

"You have lived in the container I gave you for more than 1,000 years... You were just a great magician in the past. It was your loyalty to me that allowed you to achieve the ultimate evolution!" With his hand, he stroked the edge of the container beside the old man.

These containers are filled with tubes, and the liquid inside seems to be flowing. There were containers like this all over the room, some empty, some still with people lying in them.

"People who are loyal to me will not face death! This is what I promised you, so you... can live."

"Go! Fight for me! Bring back the victory!" The source of magic waved his hand lightly, and a handsome demon pushed the old man back into the container.

The old man kept trembling in the black liquid, and finally made no sound. And at the exit of the temple in the distance, another man in white robe came out of the temple.

"The great source of magic, the souls of these magicians can no longer sustain another 'reincarnation'." The handsome demon said softly to the source of magic: "Many servants of the gods have already..."

"There are as many servants of the gods as you want, anyway, after the 'reincarnation', the memory of these people's reincarnation will disappear..." The source of magic said proudly: "Let those who volunteer to be servants of the gods come over, and then let them become new ones. Servant of God!"

His so-called immortality means that these people can live forever in a device similar to the life capsule... This kind of life is actually not a serious life, they will all die, but they can "live" for a long time.

These god servants can be resurrected, but every time they are resurrected, they will forget the fact that they have "dead". They have no fear and firmly believe that they are always alive.

What's even more frightening is that their magical energy will be greatly improved, and their pure energy shells can give them the power of a great magister.

Once, this was an invincible army of the origin of magic, but now this army suffered heavy losses and had to start replenishing.

The source of magic lied. If the servant of God does not die, it may continue to exist like this, as an energy body controlled by the source of magic, and live as an incomplete soul with only partial memory.

However, once these fighters start to suffer losses, their lives are not stable-they may be resurrected several times, or they may die immediately. Anyway, this is their destined destination.

"Go! Go and fight for me!" Watching another army of servants of the gods slowly gather, the voice of the source of magic echoed throughout the hall.

Here is his inviolable temple, here is his most powerful source of war! As long as he controls this place, the army of servants of the gods will be continuously produced, seemingly endless...

"Throw those corpses into the magic furnace, recover the crystals in their bodies! Then send them all to the warehouse! I'm tired, don't bother me." After the source of magic said, the whole body disappeared in this dark basement .

The demon bowed slightly, then turned around to do what he was supposed to do. The demons who can be selected to come here are all fanatics who believe in the origin of magic. They even have no self. They pray every day and dedicate their lives to the origin of magic.

And the source of magic that disappeared here returned to another room. His ethereal form began to blur, a sign of his weakening strength.

Even he, even with the magical energy of his own will, he is not a completely unlimited energy body, he can create strange armies, and even split new life forms, but he is not infinite, he is creating At the same time, it also needs to be supplemented.

"Damn...why, why so many powerful fighters just can't defeat those damn bastards!" His voice trembled, as if he was on the verge of collapse.

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