Beast Summoner

The soul of the Holy Magister looked at the Holy Son in embarrassment. He did not dare to offend the Holy Son, not only because of the Holy Son's identity, but also because he was afraid that if he offended the Holy Son, the Holy Son would give him to the Holy Warriors as a pawn.

Big gift.

His current soul state may still be strong and capable for people of other races, but facing the undead people, he is extremely helpless.

Not to mention dealing with the holy warriors who beat him like this, even Gu Ci and the others can deal with him easily, and even forcefully swallowing him is not impossible.

The Holy Warrior breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was secretly happy. As long as the Holy Magister's soul was not let go, he would still have a chance.

Even if the Holy Magister's soul is not swallowed, he cannot be given a chance to turn around. Even if his soul is not destroyed, his soul will be further severely damaged, or even permanently traumatized, and the Holy Magister's strength will never be restored.

Of course, the best result is to swallow the soul of the Holy Magister, which will maximize the benefits for him. His strength has not been improved for a long time, and the temptation to swallow the soul of the Holy Magister is not ordinary.

He even began to consider whether he should find an opportunity to talk to the Holy Son. It was really not possible to surrender to him in exchange for the Holy Magister's soul.

But he still had some worries in his heart. He was afraid that after making this request, the Holy Son would not only refuse to agree, but would also sell him to the high priest in exchange for benefits, in which case he would lose more than he gained.

It's not that he doesn't dare to take risks, it's just that the risks and benefits are a bit unequal in his eyes, and it's not enough for him to take risks. At least not for the time being, he has to find an opportunity to explore the Holy Son's mouth first. As long as the soul of the Holy Magister is still with him

If he is with the Holy Son, he will always have a chance.

"What Lord Holy Son is saying is that we have already delayed Lord Holy Son for some time, and we can no longer affect Lord Holy Son's affairs because of us. Let's set off now!" the Holy Warrior hurriedly agreed, and then turned around to summon here.

's guardian.

"Wait a minute!" the Holy Magister shouted hurriedly, interrupting the Holy Warrior.

"How can you have so many problems? Didn't you hear Lord Saint Son say to hurry up? If you delay any longer, Lord Saint Son will make you lose your mind. Don't blame me for not reminding you!" the Holy Warrior threatened.

"I'm not saying I can't go, but I still have something to say to Lord Holy Son. If Lord Holy Son doesn't agree, then I won't enter the blood pool with you at all!" The Holy Magister stared with burning eyes.

Li Zhenbang, obviously he refused to give in at all.

"Say it!" Li Zhenbang said impatiently.

"I am in a very weak state now. You must ensure my safety and not let others hurt me. Otherwise, no matter whether you are willing or not, I will not go down with you!" The Holy Magister glanced at the Holy Magister intentionally or unintentionally.

Warrior, obviously he said this to guard against the holy warriors.

The Holy Magister is naturally unwilling to go. Although the undead people are proficient in the way of the soul, their soul state is weak after all. Especially in the eyes of the undead people, he is now like a bright light in the dark night.

The port attracts all ships to dock.

The high priest's prohibition is theoretically a law that the undead people must abide by, but it does not mean that everyone will completely abide by it.

When the benefits are great enough, some people will dare to ignore even the strictest laws. Especially in areas beyond the control of the high priest, the laws are just a piece of paper. If he doesn’t talk about others, he will talk about himself. He has done things that violate the laws of the high priest.

Quite a few?

The Holy Magister knows very well that the safest way for him now is to return to the Divine Mansion. As long as he is in the Divine Mansion, even if someone covets his soul, he may not dare to do it. After all, he dares to easily violate the great authority under the eyes of the high priest.

There are not many people who give orders to the priests, except for the Holy Son in front of me.

But judging from the Holy Son's intentions, it was obvious that he was not ready to let him go just like that, so he had to choose a relatively safe method, which was to get the Holy Son's guarantee and then stay with the Holy Son.

In other words, the current identity of the Holy Son will make other people somewhat scrupulous and not dare to act arbitrarily. Otherwise, if it reaches a place beyond the control of the high priest, who will really take the decree seriously?

"Don't worry, since I asked you to follow me, I will definitely not let others hurt you. Although I am not a good person, I always pay attention to my words and deeds. I don't make promises to others easily, but once I make a promise, I will never break my promise. This is

You can rest assured!" Li Zhenbang assured him, patting his chest.

"Lord Holy Son, for what you said, I won't waste your time with any nonsense. We gentlemen can't keep up with you, so I will follow you to the blood pool this time!" the Holy Magister said firmly.

"Where is the token? Take us in!" Li Zhenbang ordered to the holy warrior.

"Lord Holy Son, I don't have a token." The Holy Warrior responded with a smile.

Li Zhenbang frowned slightly, and then looked at the Holy Magister.

The Holy Magister spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, obviously he didn't have a token either.

"Are you kidding me? You said you would take me to the blood pool. After a long time, neither of you has a token. Do you still want me to take out the token?" Li Zhenbang asked with eyes wide open.

"Lord Holy Son, please calm down. We don't have this token, but we can call out the person holding the token. Now you need the handwriting of the high priest to go to the blood pool, but you are Lord Holy Son, maybe

Maybe not necessary." The holy warrior said very humbly.

"Handbook?" Li Zhenbang raised his eyebrows at the holy warrior, "Do you have a handbook for entering the blood pool?"

"He has!" Before the Holy Warrior could speak, the Holy Magister answered for him.

"Yes, I have it. In fact, it's not just me, he also has it." The Holy Warrior pointed at the Holy Magister and said.

"So you both have it? That's it! Call the people out quickly and take us in!" Li Zhenbang ordered.

"Lord Holy Son, we can call people out, but we may not be able to bring them in." The holy warrior glanced at Gu Ci and others and said with some embarrassment.

"What do you mean?" Li Zhenbang asked with a frown.

"Lord Holy Son, you don't know something. In the past, you didn't need a handwriting to enter the blood pool. You just need to report in advance and you can bring as many people as you want. Even if there are temporary changes, there won't be any big problems."

"But things are different now. Since the arrival of the Saint, the rules in the blood pool have changed a lot and become more strict. First, you must have the handwriting of the high priest to enter the blood pool. Secondly, you must have the handwriting of the high priest to enter the blood pool.

If the number of people is not indicated on the handwriting, you can only bring one extra person in at most." The holy warrior explained.

"Only one person can be brought?" Li Zhenbang narrowed his eyes slightly. If that was the case, wouldn't it mean that the high priest had tricked him? No wonder the high priest didn't stop him when he said he wanted to go to the blood pool.

But then I thought about it and something was wrong. If it was true as the holy warrior said, then there was no need for the high priest to send these two people to supervise the blood pool. Anyway, he couldn't get in without the handwriting. It would be a bit awkward to send these two people here.

It’s superfluous. Moreover, these two people also have handwritings. Doesn’t that give them a chance to enter the blood pool?

"Is this really the case?" Li Zhenbang turned to look at the Holy Magister in his soul state.

The soul of the Holy Magister nodded, "Lord Holy Son, what he said is indeed correct."

Gu Ci and others all turned their attention to Li Zhenbang. They had all been to the blood pool before, but since the saint came to the blood pool, they had never been there again and did not understand the situation here.

If what the Holy Warriors and Holy Magisters said is true, wouldn't it mean that only one of them can follow the Holy Son in?

None of them want to stay here. If the high priest comes and sees them not following the Son, their fate can be imagined, so they all hope that the Son will leave the only extra spot for them.

Own.

"Can you two bring me the oracle and show it to me?" Although Li Zhenbang's words seemed to be asking for the consent of the holy warrior and the holy magician, it was in a commanding tone and a necessary tone.

The Holy Magister took out the oracle without hesitation and handed it to Li Zhenbang's hand. Not to mention that the Holy Son just said that he wanted to take a look. If the Holy Son could let him go, the Holy Son even wanted to take away the oracle, but he didn't.

Opinion.

The holy warrior hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the oracle. How could it be so easy to defeat a holy mage of the undead? His current strength is actually seriously damaged, and he is just holding on. He doesn't want to annoy the holy son for the time being.

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Li Zhenbang received two handwritings. There was nothing special about the content of the handwritings. It was just official language such as allowing the user to enter the blood pool. There was no mention of the number of people.

This kind of handwriting is very simple, and the materials used are not very sophisticated, but it is impossible to imitate it, because there is a hint of the high priest's atmosphere in the handwriting, which cannot be imitated.

"Call out the person who has the token!" Li Zhenbang ordered to the holy warrior.

The Holy Warrior looked at Li Zhenbang with some embarrassment, "Sir, Lord Holy Son, I have to use this oracle."

Li Zhenbang glanced at Gu Ci, who nodded.

"Then come on!" Li Zhenbang handed a manuscript to Gu Ci.

Gu Ci was no stranger to oracles. After receiving the oracles, he injected undead magic into them, and the oracles immediately lit up. The entire hall suddenly became as bright as day, and then returned to its original state.

Just when Li Zhenbang was wondering, he saw movement coming from the entrance of a cave, and then a man walked out of the cave with an expressionless face.

"Which of you wants to enter the blood pool? Take out the numeral!" the person said in a cold voice, as if he were an ice cube without any emotion.

Gu Ci handed over the oracle, and the visitor took it, glanced at it, and then returned it to Gu Ci, "You can bring one person in."

Li Zhenbang rubbed his nose. It seemed that this person only recognized the handwriting and not the person. He did not have to let the Holy Magister lead people in just because the handwriting belonged to the Holy Magister.

"I am the Holy Son, don't I need a handwriting?" Li Zhenbang asked in a deep voice.

"Holy Son?" The visitor was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked at Li Zhenbang.