Chapter 25

In the cave chamber, zombie puppets are arrayed around the passage.

The existence value of these low-level zombies is getting lower and lower, not only because of the birth of the Black Knight, but also because of their master and soul.

Buzz!

A roar rang through the soul, and the zombie puppets lay on the ground one after another. An emotion they couldn't understand forced them to kiss the soil and show their submission.

Feeling the wave, the Black Knight slowly got up and went in.

"How long did I sleep?"

When repairing the soul, lowett is in a deep sleep state, so he can't accurately judge the passing time.

The Black Knight paused and yelled as he handed his master a suit of slim dress.

"Five days?"

Lowett took off his pajamas, straightened his hair in the mirror, and then turned up his mouth.

"Not bad."

After a month of hunting pirates, plus the Navy soul taken from the 153 branch, hundreds of soul light balls were swallowed into the body and digested for only five days. This achievement is worthy of lowett's pride.

The flying squirrels came to the East China Sea to suppress the pirates, which gave Lowe a unique sense of urgency. The weak himself had no power to fight back in front of the monsters in his memory.

strength!

He urgently needs strength!

Achieve the purpose for self-protection.

Today, Kung Fu is worthy of those who have a heart. After five days of adjustment and five days of digestion, the volume of the spirit sphere in the soul sea has been enlarged more than ten times!

Five days ago it was as weak as a firefly, and five days later it had at least the brightness of an incandescent lamp.

The recovery speed of the necromancer who mastered the means of "soul devouring" can be seen from this.

As long as there is enough soul to swallow, even the soul fragments torn into thousands in the turbulent flow of time and space can recover and heal. Those are just the general conditions of soul trauma, and the recovery speed can be imagined.

The soaring spiritual power is only a representation. Spiritual power is the evolution of the soul and a measured counting unit. What it really represents is the essence of the growing soul.

If rowitt's strength remained at the threshold of MAGE apprentice and primary mage five days ago, now he has crossed the door and advanced to a formal

Elementary mage.

Even if the mage world can't find a second primary mage better than him, he is still a primary mage.

To become a formal mage, the soul must be sublimated.

In addition to "magic apprentice" and "mage apprentice", there are only primary mages (trainee mages), formal mages (scholars) and higher mages.

Title mage and holy ten belong to honorific titles and are not included in the actual level.

Ordinary mages can't use it at all.

The Lich that has lived for nearly a thousand years may only be a line stronger than the standard of an official mage. The road of magic research is blocked and long and full of thorns. It can not become stronger with efforts.

Only when there is a truly unique opportunity against the sky can we step into the door of the new world behind us and be called a "master".

Such existence is rare for hundreds of years.

Then they will get the title when they are unique and powerful enough to make the world afraid and can't even look up.

then!

When someone is also the leader and far ahead among the title mages, he is eligible to join the holy ten Council.

The "holy ten" does not have to have ten people, but there are ten founders. Looking at the tens of thousands of years of history of the mage world, we can gather up a drop in the ocean.

It can be seen that "official mage" is the first day to eliminate mediocrity and distinguish genius under the strict hierarchy of mages.

Soul sublimation is also the only standard for "mages" to surpass "humans"!

"Not to mention... With my current mental capacity, I can't even see where the gate of the official mage is."

Lowett shook his head and stopped thinking.

Anyway, only a few months after he came to this world, he has crossed the achievements that most people with mediocre talents need to work hard for a century. What is not satisfied?

Sasha

A cloud of thick black smoke spread from the broken limb and waved its teeth and claws in the air. Then, under the restraint of mental force, it formed a dark arm shape and extended from the broken limb.

Necromancer Magic - withered black sand!

Lowett could poison an adult with a grain of black sand. His "arm" took the hat from the black knight and gently put it on his head.

"Well, that's good! It's still so comfortable."

Looking at the slender man in a black gentleman's dress in the mirror, with black lining on his shoulders, black thorn gloves on his hands, black hat on his head, pale face, black hair down his cheeks, lowett nodded with satisfaction.

The dress is handmade by the black knight. As a transformation body, he doesn't need much rich sewing experience. He just needs to weave those silk threads into the appearance on the picture according to the order.

The dress is not pure black, and the button on the shoulder is golden gold, full of hierarchy.

However, against the background of lowett's inexplicably depressed temperament, these decorative colors can only be ignored.

When the night falls, no matter how beautiful the crystal is in the sun, it will be dark after all.

"What's missing..."

Lowett frowned slightly and suddenly realized it a moment later.

Dong!

The crisp knocking sound sounded, and a walking stick with a gold ring appeared under the right hand. Regardless of its material, this scene was like magic.

Flapping!

A faint wind sounded, and a black raven flapped its wings and appeared on its shoulder. It has a pair of ruby beautiful eyes, flashing crimson in the dark.

"It's all alive."

Looking at himself in the mirror, lowett sighed.

For the first time in his life, he dressed up on the morning of the war against the magic empire of St. Auckland.

At that time, behind him stood seven black dragon Lords. Outside the window was an endless army of Black Knights.

It was also from that day that the "count Francis", a descendant of the meritorious founding of the Empire and a hereditary aristocrat, ceased to exist.

In the frightened eyes of the world, only [black count] and Lovett Francis were left.

But now

A semi-finished Black Knight with hundreds of cannon fodder tools outside.

"Triangle breaker, what bullshit name!"

Lowett made no secret of his contempt for the Navy's aesthetics and said, "even if I fall here, I am also a title Archmage and black count!"

"Black Knight!"

He turned with a dignified face.

"Roar!"

"I'm hungry."

"Roar?"

After sleeping for five days, I didn't drop water and didn't starve to death. It's the credit of magic.

So

Maybe that's not the evil taste of the ten saints.

Some pride will not change with the changes of the times. It is something engraved in a person's bones that cannot be changed even if his soul is erased.

……

Donghai, branch 16.

"Do you mean that your colonel is out to catch pirates and can't come back these days?"

In the wide office, the flying squirrel sat in the main seat with an expressionless face and looked up at a lieutenant colonel standing below.

The lieutenant colonel stood at attention and saluted with cold sweat on his forehead and bonded his hair.

"Yes!"

"Colonel, he was so worried about the ghost ship incident that he had been running around at sea for many days and didn't go home. This time, he was informed and rushed back as soon as possible, but the specific time has not been determined."

"Well, that's really hard."

The flying squirrel had a cold flash in his eyes and then stood up.

"In that case, please follow me around here."

"I see!"

The headmaster breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran out to arrange.

Waiting for him to leave, the Deputy official whispered with a sneer.

"He certainly won't take us to the sea with problems."

16. The sea area under the management of the branch is neither big nor small, and there is no local person to lead the way. His eyes are black. The so-called strong dragon can't suppress the local snake. When they get out of the sea, they can't tell right from wrong.

"So your task is very heavy."

The flying squirrel loosened his fist, and a dried fruit was crushed into powder by him and slipped from the palm of his hand.

"Until now, I still have a glimmer of expectation for them. I don't want to believe that as a navy, they will be so bad."

"But..."

"If it's true, it's true."

Qiang!

The two eight character moustaches trembled slightly. When the sword was not drawn, a tremor tingled the eardrum.

"Kill!!"

The Warring States period sent flying squirrels to the East China Sea with a tacit attitude.

As early as the discussion on that day, the Warring States had already moved to kill, but the situation was still under control, so they stood still.

However, the 153 branch was mysteriously slaughtered, which shocked the East China Sea. Under the fire, the balance had been broken.

It would be foolish to turn a blind eye at this time. Violence can't solve problems, but it can solve people with problems!

As a marshal of the Navy, even innocent lowett can sacrifice. Naturally, the root causes of these disasters will not be merciful.

But one of them needs to be grasped.

This is also his intention to send the veteran flying squirrel.

We can't kill them all, otherwise the East China Sea will be in chaos.

But we can't do without killing. We should make an example of others!