Chapter 955

The legendary mage's golem production plan is destined to consume an unimaginably large amount of time and energy for research. This is a calm, peaceful and fulfilling beautiful subject. At least for punk, the dense runes and complex energy structure are not the same. They do not mean boring and boring, but they are beautiful and beautiful notes dancing in the heart. A spellcaster who loves magic can always swim in the ocean of knowledge with a happy mood, even if this process will last ten years. For thousands of years......

However, the calmness of the researchers in the magic tower is destined to have nothing to do with the "wage earners" who go out to work. In the long tens of thousands of years, the bloody battle in hell has not stopped, but has intensified. The Young Avengers who exist as mercenaries are still active for thousands of years killing enemies on the battlefield of "Belesius Rift".

Unknowingly, Ganatica has even been fighting at the forefront of the bloody battle for more than 43,000 years. Although there is really no technical content in fighting brainless demons, killing stupid and stupid demon lords is not enough. Generally, it cannot be regarded as the "legendary record" of a legendary professional, but Ganatica, who has killed three or four sub-lords along the way, is definitely considered to be experienced in many battles. The armor made of the super lord's thick leather has been damaged in large pieces, and the sharp blade made of abyss ore even has cracks in the long fighting career.

However, for Ganatica, who has improved his level and gained more experience, the purpose of his 40,000 years of fighting still seems hazy and vague, just as he has now experienced a battle that lasted about three years. After the continuous battle, sitting on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, looking around in a daze, the Young Avenger, who fought every day besides fighting, seemed to feel that his mind had begun to become numb.

"I'm over 50,000 years old this year. Thanks to that sad memory, I still can't forget everything that happened 50,000 years ago, but... But as time goes by, why is there a feeling of numbness flooding my body in the mind"?

Sitting on a huge and fragmented demon corpse, Ganatica, who carefully wiped the long knife in his hand, had empty eyes and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

During the long battle of more than 40,000 years, the withdrawn boy still inevitably developed the habit of talking to himself. His words were not only for the magical crow Vector who was always by his side, but also for himself. After all, demons don't know how to communicate, and low-level demons with a strict hierarchy don't dare to communicate with powerful legendary experts.

Besides, after every battle, besides the magical crows flying around, Ganatica is doomed to have no living intelligent creatures that can be used to communicate. It is simply a large super meat grinder. After each battle, the dark red corpses will be piled up into several mountains after years of accumulation. Only the legendary strongmen who have killed a whole group of invading demons can be killed on the mountains formed by the piles of corpses. Feeling war, other creatures that are not strong enough can only become the humble cornerstone on the mountain of corpses.

However... Even though Ganatica was talking to the only "friend", the vector with a drastically changed personality did not answer the words of the new master. There is a huge gap in the abyss, and the appearance is as silent and ominous as an ordinary crow...

In this way, Ganatica finally could only wipe the rough long knife in his hand little by little with a dull expression, and then began to stare at the distant abyss crack with Vector in a daze.

There are endless demons, and the next batch of invading demons will pour into hell from the blood-red gap without hesitation. At that time, Ganatica, who is in charge of the Belaisius battlefield, needs to fight in time as soon as possible. Demons breached the borders of Belessius' field.

This is like an extremely boring offensive and defensive game. Enemies rush in in a swarm. The combatants slash every creature in sight and wait quietly for the next wave of enemies. The entire army that invaded from the abyss They are all the targets he needs to "slaughter", and only the few "little devils" who are lucky enough to miss will be left to the "little devils" defending the border.

This process has been repeated countless times in more than 40,000 years, and because the battle process with the low-intelligence demon is too simple, Ganatica has reached the level of a legendary fighter at level 24 There have been signs of stagnation long ago, and now the only battle results he can see that belong to him are the resource numbers revealed on the crystal card presented by the "candy merchant"-of course, when these numbers accumulate to a certain level, they will directly Cleared to zero, it means that all the trophies of the Young Avengers have been sent to the magic tower of a legendary mage on the plane of Faerun.

"..."

"Hello, my friend, you don't seem to be in a good mood"?

Against the background of the blood moon, a deep black breeze blew through the dark hell, and when Ganatica used mechanized movements to clean up the sharp blade that was already extremely clean, a pale palm gently slipped from the He patted the boy on the shoulder from behind.

Looking back, what Ganatika saw was a thin young man with a pale face and huge horns.

That is undoubtedly the nominal employer of the legendary foreign aid—the Grand Duke Oaklis.

"Oh...you don't need to answer, your expression is enough to explain a lot of things... Do you still remember the advice I gave you on the first day you came to hell? It is stupid to think about anything in the middle of a bloody battle Very stupid behavior, because this is a war in the entire multiverse known for its brutality and mindlessness... I can see that you are a very deep guy, well, "deeper" than most devils, but in too long In the depressive killing, even the devil must learn to relax himself, and of course you also need to learn to put aside all troubles and relax enough."

As if by magic, he took out two large jars of crimson spirits, and the Grand Duke Oaklis, who was wearing a jet-black thorn armor, sat beside Ganatica very familiarly.

Although the thing on the ground was the bloody corpse of a demon, but the casual Oaklis obviously didn't care about it.

I saw that he drank most of the bottle of spirits in one gulp, regardless of Ganatica's slightly surprised eyes, and then looked directly at the Young Avenger in a quiet tone and said:

"I can tell that you are a person who knows how to hate, and also a person who is repressed, but you must understand that hatred can make people stronger or crazy. You need to control the hatred in your heart. Instead of letting hatred control you, let alone actively pursuing hatred—especially pursuing hatred in battle... This is too stupid and too dangerous"!