Panlong's rules are transcendent

Chapter 34 Colin

"Good eyesight!"

A smile appeared on the face of the man in black robe. This smile did not look hostile, but paired with the skinny face, it gave people a creepy feeling.

At this moment, instead of relaxing at all, Leian became even more vigilant.

Leian knows very well what the concept of the Holy Mage of the Dead is. Here is not only his memory of the original description, but also some records about the Holy Mage of the Dead that he has specifically inquired about in this life.

This is a terrifying existence consisting of one man and an army!

A strong person who practices undead magic can not only summon dozens or millions of undead to fight, but can also control corpses to attack.

How desperate it must be to think that the more you hit, the fewer people you hit, while your opponent hits more people!

In addition, necromancers also have many strange and terrifying methods, such as "plague", "curse", "enslavement", etc.

Precisely because of the horror of undead magic, people who practice undead magic are like rats crossing the street. They hide very deeply, and ordinary people rarely know their traces.

Leian once asked Derrick for news about the three major rules of magic, but the Byron royal family, which has been inherited for more than 8,000 years, only has records of "Great Prophecy" and "Life Magic", but "Undead Magic" is known Very little.

Occasionally, there are some sporadic records, or dispensable news that traces of suspected necromancers' battles appeared somewhere.

Such a rare necromancer, Leian never expected that he would meet one so easily, and he was also a holy magician.

As for a Holy Mage of the Undead, there will definitely be no shortage of saint-level undead in his hands. Leian considered himself to be quite strong, but he could not guarantee that he could block the attack of a Holy Mage of the Undead.

Seeing Leian's unabashed defense, the man in black robe laughed instead:

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm. Your name is Leian, right? My name is Colin Berg. You can call me Colin."

Lei An narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't know what medicine the black-robed man was selling in his gourd, since the other party took the initiative to show his kindness, he couldn't refuse him thousands of miles away, so he apologized for his behavior just now:

"Mr. Colin, I didn't know this was your training place before. I just offended you, and I hope you can forgive me."

The Hydra Emperor had been squatting respectfully behind Colin Berg since he appeared. He was obviously his demon pet. He came to fight with his demon pet. Although he did not know it, he was somewhat involved. inappropriate.

Colin waved his hand and smiled:

"This is a trivial matter. If I read it correctly, Lei An, you should be practicing the Rule of Destruction. This is very rare.

"Furthermore, judging from the combat power you just showed, you should have reached the limit of the Holy Domain. I know the powerful Holy Domain warriors in Youquan Continent very well, but I have never heard of the name "Leian". Could it be that you are someone else?" People from mainland China?”

Leian smiled and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "It seems that Mr. Colin, you have been practicing here in seclusion for quite some time, right?"

Although Colin was a little confused, he still replied: "I have indeed been here for more than a hundred years."

Speaking of this, his eyes narrowed, as if he had thought of something, and he said in disbelief: "Could it be that you..."

Seeing that the other party was aware of it, Lei An nodded and replied: "I became a saint seventeen years ago, and I am forty-seven years old this year."

"What, you're only forty-seven?"

Colin looked shocked, as if he couldn't believe his ears. After a long time, he sighed:

"Genius, Leian, you are a well-deserved genius. The forty-seven-year-old is the most powerful person in the holy realm. As far as I know, in the past 100,000 years, Leian, you are the first!"

Leian smiled. Although it felt good to be praised, in his eyes, the title "genius" was too watery.

In the Youquan Continent, achieving the Holy Realm within fifty years is considered a genius, but in countless planes, this is nothing at all. The original Beirut said that a true genius can become a god in ten years, a middle god in a hundred years, and a high god in a thousand years. . Compared with these people, other "geniuses" would die of shame.

However, Colin's tone was full of sincerity. Although Leian could not discern the other party's intentions for a moment, his vigilance did not diminish at all, and he said modestly:

"Mr. Colin is exaggerating. In front of a Holy Mage of the Undead, Leian would not dare to claim to be a genius."

When Colin heard this, he shook his head and said:

"Leian, you are being humble. Although I am a necromancer, it took me more than six hundred years to become a holy magician. Compared with you, I am far behind.

"Besides, if I'm not mistaken, your mental power is probably much stronger than that of ordinary Sanctuary warriors."

Having said this, he paused and then continued:

"Under normal circumstances, after a warrior cultivator becomes a saint, his mental power is only comparable to that of an eighth-level magician. But Lei An, your mental power is probably not comparable to that of a peak ninth-level magician."

When Leian heard this, his heart suddenly trembled. He had never told anyone except his family that he also cultivated spiritual power. Unexpectedly, Colin could see it at a glance.

Should I say that he is worthy of being a holy magician who practices the rules of the undead?

While thinking, Leian nodded generously and praised: "Mr. Colin has great eyesight!"

Colin smiled and did not explore more on this matter. Instead, he asked: "I wonder what Leian thinks of undead magic?"

Lei An's head moved, and he had a vague guess. He glanced at the other party subconsciously, and after thinking for a while, he said:

"Although undead magic is viewed negatively in the world, as one of the four major rules, I don't think they are superior or inferior. Good and evil only depend on people's behavior, not rules. As long as practitioners of undead magic do not kill innocent people indiscriminately, , it should not be suppressed.”

Colin laughed when he heard this, "Leian, I can see that your words are sincere. In fact, many people understand what you said, but do you know why they still reject and belittle undead magic?" ?"

"Why?" Although Leian didn't know what Colin wanted to express, he still asked cooperatively.

"Of course it's because this power is not in their hands." Colin said with a sneer, his face darkened.

"Those people are not rejecting undead magic, but they are angry that people who practice undead magic are not used by them. Once an undead magician is willing to take refuge, they will never be stingy with their goodwill."

Leian looked at Colin's sarcastic expression and thought to himself, this guy wouldn't have been arrested by some big force like Seisler, right?

In fact, Leian's guess was correct. More than a hundred years ago, Colin had been living in seclusion in a small town by the sea on the east side of Youquan Continent.

Later, I don’t know how the Dark Holy See of Nansen Continent discovered the traces, because god-level powerhouses have regulations and cannot invade other continents at will. The Dark Holy See himself did not come, but secretly sent more than a dozen saintly peak powerhouses. Come and capture Colin.

Although the battle was short, only one of the holy undead in Colin's hands was dead, and he himself was seriously injured.

Just in case, after the war, Colin chose to go to the Youquan Mountains to practice cultivation, and then coincidentally discovered the Hydra Emperor who had the gift of death, and took him as a magic pet.

As for whether the Night Goddess had an attack on the Dark Pope after that battle, Colin didn't know. Even though the Goddess of Darkness was the only one who controlled the five continents and had a casual attitude towards the Necromancer, Colin didn't dare to show up in person to inquire.

In the past hundred years, Colin has been dedicated to regaining his strength and subduing the undead in the world of the undead, and has always been isolated from the outside world.

At this moment, after Colin finished venting, he suddenly smiled and asked Leian:

"If Leian, you have the qualifications to practice undead magic, will you accept the inheritance of the undead?"

　The fever has finally subsided, but the headache has not been relieved much. In addition, my throat is sore and my nose is full of mucus. It is uncomfortable. I spent several hours grinding in front of the computer to finish a chapter.

　　Also, do you have this symptom? It’s insomnia. I haven’t slept for two nights. I should be very tired, but now I am very energetic and don’t feel sleepy at all...

　　

　

(End of this chapter)