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In the arena

"What's your purpose?" Julius came back to his senses and asked.

"Purpose..." The black elf froze for a moment, chewed these two words in his mouth, and smiled: "That's right... what is my purpose..."

"Actually, you are asking the wrong person. You shouldn't be asking what the purpose of 'I' is, but..."

"Dang—" The sound of metal impact passed, and a long tremor sounded.

Julius parried Owen's sudden attack with his sword.

"Owen?!"

Generally speaking, a person who is engulfed by darkness should not react autonomously, and his every move is controlled by the caster, but neither Julius nor Summerfield saw Noyce's command to activate the staff just now .That is to say, Owen still has self-awareness? !

Julius bounced off Owen's sword.

"Autonomous erosion...?" Summerfield recalled, frowning.

Don't look at our Demon King is immune to magic power, no, he has a very magical physique, but he is still very proficient in the knowledge of magic (pure theory).After a little recollection, he guessed Owen's situation.

Self-corrosion is a mutated version of dark erosion, that is, voluntarily being corrupted by darkness to become a puppet of the caster.In this case, the subject can maintain his own will, and the two parties are more like a cooperative relationship.That is to say...

"You were corrupted voluntarily?!" Julius' eyes widened in disbelief.

Noyce raised his staff.

Summerfield summoned another card.The calm atmosphere just now suddenly became tense. Owen looked at his former companion blankly and seemed to want to show a smile on his face, but he had lost the ability to mobilize his facial nerves due to the darkness.

Owen could only make a slightly distorted expression: "Julius, are you still a baby crying in your mother's arms? Isn't this obvious?"

"..." Julius didn't continue to ask any more questions. Owen's serious hatred was too obvious. It was obvious that he encountered some huge changes that turned this once optimistic and cheerful warrior into a self-willed and depraved black warrior. .

"Why did you choose to cooperate with the black elf?" Julius changed the question.

"Oh, this human being, like me, once had a younger sister." The black elf: "But..."

"Although I cooperated with you, I didn't allow you to speak out other people's privacy casually, black elf." After another short confrontation, the two returned to their teammates, and Owen looked at the indifferent elf viciously.

Julius didn't think he needed to listen to the rest.

The young brave man had actually met Owen's younger sister, who was a very demure and beautiful commoner mage.

"So what do you want? Overthrow the nobles? Kill a large number of mages? You must know that I am not a magician, and Field is not a nobleman, and even the level of magic power cannot reach the normal level."

Haha you mentally handicapped!The Book of the Wise taunted in Somerfield's mind.

Retarded Summerfield:  …

It's better to just buy a book outside and use it as a shell for him.The Demon King thought so.

"Don't they deserve to die?" Owen's face became agitated: "You can do whatever you want because you are a nobleman or a magician, because the people in the Mage Tower will sell their face! They are all the same! They belong to the same group! "

"Owen..." Julius turned his head and glanced at Summerfield.

His Majesty the Demon King shook his head lightly, the erosion of darkness is irreversible, and besides... Owen has gradually fallen into madness, and if this continues, he may not be far from being completely dominated.He turned his gaze to Owen and looked at him carefully... From the few words just now, Summerfield deduced the same conclusion as Julius.

Owen's younger sister may have been killed by some noble magician.It should even be a relatively unacceptable way to die.Then the noble magician was sheltered by a certain mage in the mage tower.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) black mist rose from under Owen's feet in vain, and Noyce showed an excited smile on his face.

"Owen!" Seeing Owen's body engulfed by the black mist, Julius knew that once Owen completely transformed into a dark creature and with the blessing of the black elf, it would become a fierce battle.

Can't let Irving complete the conversion.Julius settled down and clenched the hilt of his sword, ready to disperse the black mist.

"Magician...kill...noble...family...dead...si..."

Julius saw the moment and rushed over.

"!" Then Summerfield grabbed him by the collar and brought him back, hugging him into his arms.

"Boom!" A huge fireball hit Owen from the side.Not only did it disperse all the black mist surrounding the brave man, but it also knocked Owen into the air.

"This is... Pyroblast?" Julius looked at Owen who was lying motionless on the ground, and then turned his head to look at the place where the attack came from.

The staff was firmly supported on the ground, and Cassius leaned half on the staff panting heavily.He looked very embarrassed, the blood on his forehead dripped down his cheeks and his eye sockets, forcing him to close this eye.He didn't look at Owen who fell on the ground, and stared at the black elf with his right eye full of hostility.

"Why are you two in a daze!!" Cassius, who was already out of breath, became weaker after releasing a Pyroblast

"Cassius?!" Julius stepped forward to support the crumbling arrogant mage.

"Don't touch me! You..." Cassius seemed to want to wave Julius's hand away, but the heavy injury made him unable to move. He subconsciously felt safe and lost the momentum just now.

It was only after Julius got close to Cassius that he discovered the extent of the injury of the former arrogant magician. The black robe was torn and torn, and the blood seeped from the inside and soaked the robe.The brave man noticed that the openings on the black robes were very smooth, as if they were cut with a sword.

Something flashed through Julius' mind.

Owen slowly got up from the ground, the place hit by the Pyroblast was in a mess, and the power of darkness continued to seep from Owen's body.

Summerfield narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to the black elf: "The spell of controlling creatures should have been lost. Where did you learn it?"

1300 years ago, an evil mage invented this spell to control creatures. The most frightening thing about this spell is that it does not swallow you directly like dark erosion, but slowly transforms you.You will experience no discomfort during this time and will remain self-aware until the final procedure is complete.Even the death of the caster cannot touch the effects of this spell.

Noyce just smiled, and was about to speak when there was a wave of ground shaking from under his feet.

"Ah, so fast." Noyes turned his head and glanced behind him: "There was a great magician in ancient times, who used 6000 million floating stones as the cornerstone to place his territory above the sky, and later this place It has become the existence that all magicians look up to. It is also the place where the evil gods were defeated and slept thousands of years ago."

"The floating island—Sola." Summerfield spoke the unfinished words of the black elf.

"Should I praise the demons for their wealth of knowledge?" Noyce pulled out a smile: "The lord slept for too long, and he should have woken up if he had enough energy, don't you think so?"

"Evil...believer..." Cassius managed to wake up and heard the other side blowing the evil god, although he was still covered in blood, he was still angry: "In this world... there is no evil god at all..."

"Please shut up!" Julius almost knelt down, his body was still dripping with blood, and his mouth was not forgiving. Didn't you see the cultists staring at you with murderous eyes... Ah, the cultists.

Julius suddenly reacted: "So you were a cultist from the beginning?! Since you met us, it may be true that Mapel fell into darkness, but you have always believed in evil gods??"

"Have you finally realized it?" The smile on Noyce's face has disappeared, he glared at Cassius, and then turned his gaze to Julius and Summerfield: "Although I really want to solve you here, but The most important thing right now is to meet my God."

After saying this, his body turned into a puff of smoke and was blown away by the wind.

"Is this still an elf?!" Julius was about to scream.

Summerfield stretched out his hand, and in his hand was another golden card.

"Field?"

"There's no time to waste, don't you feel it? This place is collapsing." He activated the golden card, and a white light appeared in front of the three of them. Julius couldn't help squinting his eyes, and Kaxiu After beating Noyce, Si fell into a coma again.

"I know, we have to rush to the place where the evil god sleeps as soon as possible, but..." Julius pointed at the two pigs with wings trembling in front of him, "You want us to do this?"