Chapter 587 Black Magician!

Text Chapter 587 Black Magician!

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

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

He raised his hand, and the sea-scale snake temporarily left the sand sculptures in a hurry, turned around like a scarlet lightning and stabbed in the direction of Mahad!

"Magician of Black Fantasy!"

Mahad stopped drinking, and the black-robed mage behind him stepped forward, waving his staff and flying towards the hideous snake. The mage dexterously dodged in the air to avoid the sea snake's pounce. The sea snake swiftly turned its direction, showed its fangs and turned to chase after him, only to see the magician backhand with a magic cannonball, smashing his head and covering his face on the sea snake's forehead.

The sea scale snake let out a cry, the red scale armor dragged black smoke, and its body fell heavily to the ground.

The elf "Dios" released by the manipulated Seth - the black warrior who thought he was holding a sword, circled around from the flank, swung his sword and tried to slash at the magician of black fantasy, but was hit by a fireball from the flank. out.

That fireball came from the "cursed dragon", a spirit summoned by priest Karim.

"Are you crazy, Priest Aknadin?" Priest Shada shouted. "Do you want to betray the Pharaoh?"

"Pharaoh? Not soon!"

Akenadine roared. His voice was out of tune, sounding like a wounded beast.

The darkness erupted, and a powerful force seemed to be pulled out from the depths of his body. A contract is in effect, that 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!

Akenadine's body also changed. The black cyclone twisted his white robe into pieces like a spinning blade, and his face was covered with a white mask, revealing only the mechanically cold Millennium Eye.

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

Aknadine no longer exists.

Now he is called "Dark Priest"!

"Drink ah ah ah!!!"

The dark priest roared in a deep voice, the cloak rolled, and the powerful dark power erupted like a surging river. The style of the whole secret room changed suddenly, and the solid floor turned into soft soil. Every time you took a step, you couldn't help but feel that there might be monsters haunting from the ground at any time.

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

Here is... the undead world!

The land in front of the dark priest broke apart, and the burly body rose from the ground! Bai Sensen's skeleton is covered like armor, the devil-like skeleton head is hideous, and the red gemstone inlaid on the staff in his hand glances viciously like a bloodthirsty eye, like the master of this undead realm.

Necromancer Evil Eye!

Transformed into a dark priest, Aknadin's combat power instantly opened a level with other priests, and the combination of the undead world and the evil eye of the undead king was even more powerful.

The priests worked together, and each summoned the elves to fly up from all around. But when I saw the evil eye swirl, the wand only swept away, and a red wave blew out a row of elves neatly.

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

Behind the magician of black fantasy, a transparent cyclone burst out, and the body that flew out like an arrow pierced the fog of the undead. He flexibly flew around the evil eye, and the magic light bombs continuously exploded on the undead king.

Torrents of spells bombard the Necromancer's bone armor with black electric snakes.

Mahad's strength is already outstanding, and when his strength is fully open, except for Seth, the other major priests are not his opponents even if they are together.

But still not enough.

"Cut, after all, it's just a mere magician!" The Dark Priest handed out his right palm, his five fingers slammed together, and he made a fist gesture.

"Go to hell!"

The power of the Necromancer broke out, and it seemed as if some kind of absolute order had been dropped in the deep darkness, which suddenly restrained the magician's actions. The magician of the black fantasy, who was flying, was grabbed violently, and he was suddenly unable to move.

The ruby ​​on the staff of the Necromancer flickered, and the scarlet light was like a demon who couldn't help but be excited. The beam of light condensed, like a penetrating spear, hitting the body of the black fantasy magician head-on. The mage flew backward uncontrollably, smashed a load-bearing column in the room by the middle, bounced on the ground like a ball, and slammed into the wall behind it.

Mahad's eyes were stagnant, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his legs and feet were half kneeling on the ground.

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

The game feels anxious and a little annoyed - so many people are fighting to the death for themselves, but in their own state, they can't even summon a spirit to fight.

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

His breath is very disordered, whether it is movements or voices, it is not surprising that he falls down at any time. But his eyes were still firm, and he moved forward bravely, without fear or confusion.

Only the most determined people can stay so determined.

The game can't help but be moved by this.

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

The people here are just NPCs, characters that exist in his memory. Good or bad, companion or foe, that's all over.

Three thousand years of time will erode and weather everything, and the people here are actually gone a long time ago.

But no matter how many times I told myself this in my heart, the game still couldn't stop myself from substituting my true feelings.

Because some things really never fade.

Three hundred years, three thousand years, or even 30,000 years doesn't matter, some things just won't change.

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

"Lord Pharaoh, please... give it to me."

The game noticed that his breathing seemed less rapid.

"Mahad, you..."

Mahad let out a sigh of relief. Although facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy and in a dangerous situation, I feel that I have never been so clear-headed as I am now.

It was a decision he had been considering a long time ago.

He read through a lot of magic books, and checked the forbidden books at the cost of blood and soul, just for such a day.

With his head held high, he took steps without the slightest hesitation, as if he was stepping into a new, hopeful future.

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

"We have the same red blood, Mahad, we are no different."

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

"..."

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

He wanted to be the cornerstone of that new world, the power of the pharaohs. Even if it is just a small contribution, this contribution will be full of glory.

"Stupid." The Dark Priest twitched the corner of his mouth and grinned, "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 ripped apart the priest's body, the sling of the Millennium Wheel was torn off, and the golden ring danced in the air.

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

It feels like the brain has been thrown into a blender running at full speed.

More memories woke up from the slumber, and countless pictures flashed before my eyes. He finally remembered the bits and pieces of growing up and fighting side by side with Mahad, remembering his commitment, and also understanding how much Mahad had paid for his childish dream.

That's right, it's all just an illusion in front of you. What he experienced at this time was nothing but a dark game, and all the people around him were just NPCs, the reflections of his memories of people three thousand years ago.

But all this is not just fantasy.

Because these are replicas of what happened three thousand years ago.

"......what?"

The fluctuations of the magic power and the smoke screen dissipated, and when the dark priest saw the tall and straight figure standing behind the smoke screen, he couldn't help screaming.

With the same robe as the elf "Magician of Black Fantasy" who just exited the stage, the green staff, the pitch-black magician stood like a long spear of steel.

And the face under this robe at this time... it is Priest Mahad!

"You guy... Could it be that you have merged with the elves!?" The dark priest was stunned.

The fusion of human soul and elves?

Even he had never heard of such a thing!

The game has been thoroughly recalled.

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

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