Magic Tool

What he cultivates is the highest dark code of the Dark Vatican. It has the meaning of supreme darkness, and the breath is only quietly released, which can make people feel that endless darkness is breeding, covering, and corroding in the heart, as if it can bring the whole person's mind. All pulled into the darkness.

The darkness, the abyss, and the panic, fear and so on that breeded, all kinds of indescribable emotions began to breed in Rowan's heart.

This is the various effects that the top meditation thoughts of the Dark Vatican have brought to people on the surface. This has not been formally played against, but the breath is entangled, and there is such an effect.

The two faced each other, tempted each other, and looked at each other deeply.

Rowen relaxed and felt the nature of the other party's meditation, and then completely wiped it out of the spiritual world like sweeping dust.

Standing next to Stanford, Rowan spoke lightly, seeming to say in a mocking tone, "The door here is not very easy to find, so I came in through the window. It's a dark Holy See, No matter how the door is not easy to install, I have to Let people walk on the balcony."

Stanford looked at Rowan's profile, and he didn't even look at himself when he saw him. His heart was slightly angry.

"Rowen, you are not blind, right? Such a big door..." He suddenly saw that the door under his feet, on the first floor, had become a dead wall. The door had long since disappeared. .

His face changed in an instant.

Rowan’s ridiculous expression turned a little sarcasm, “Many years ago, when I was a little magician, I knew that if someone wanted to bully you, they had to fight back. Otherwise, this person would follow a mad dog. It’s like bullying you endlessly, because bullying is addictive. For some people, you must let them know that they hurt, so that he will learn to behave. Do you think the first lieutenant Pope beats someone, Mr. Stanford."

Rowan turned his head, and the two of them looked at each other less than one meter apart.

Hearing Rowan’s words, Stanford’s face changed. As the first deputy pope of the Dark Vatican, he wanted to exist as the Pope in the future. Rowan threatened himself so much that he simply did not put the Dark Vatican in his eyes. His status was condescending. , I wanted to go back, but just about to say something, I saw Rowan turning his head.

What kind of look is that.

Indifferent, hollow, deep, and mysterious, the infinite star points in his eyes seemed to have infinite magic power, drawing his mind in, under the mighty, vast, endless starry sky, Stanford felt like a tiny dust.

Knowing that this is his own spirit being captured by the other party, he immediately launched a meditation, wanting to break free, and at the same time has a very intuitive understanding of the other party's immense spiritual power.

No wonder the old Pope said that he didn't need to be an enemy of Rowan at all. The Star Mage is a pervert, and any great magician can be unmatched in any way. It turns out that this matter is true.

He tried to get his spirit out of the other's spiritual world, but the harder he worked, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper.

That kind of vast and boundless, like the vast power of the stars in the universe, seemed to completely annihilate him.

. . .

I don't know how long it has passed. When Stanford thought that Rowan had completely locked his mental power in this way, and his mental power illusion imprisoned him, he suddenly woke up and the world before him returned to reality.

He looked left and right, Rowan's figure had already disappeared, and then suddenly lowered his head, looked at his hands, touched his body, and the cold sweat on his head instantly shed.

"Master Star Sky, as expected, they are all perverts."

Stanford finally understood what the Pope said.

His face was extremely gloomy, he felt downstairs, and the door didn't know when it had changed back to its original appearance.

He only now thought that in front of a magician who is proficient in spiritual power illusions, what he sees is not necessarily true, and what he feels is not necessarily true, especially when the total amount of spiritual power of an opponent is extremely huge. In front of the monsters, no matter how high-end the nature of meditation is, it is useless.

The sea is very soft and can be crushed easily with a single hand, but in the middle of the sea, a hand is nothing. The wind and waves will let you understand what is meant by insignificance.

He quickly spread out.

"What time is it now?"

"My lord? Didn't you retreat?"

Stanford was shocked when he heard this.

"Last time you said you want to retreat, it's been three months," the man answered honestly.

Stanford wanted to vomit blood uncomfortably, this **** Rowan.

"Also, my lord, are you out of customs? The Pope asked you to go there. It seems that there is something to inform you."

Stanford's face became more gloomy.

He turned around and strode away from the side hall.

. . .

main hall.

Dark red seats, dark red tables, black ground, solemn, majestic hall, a tall and stalwart figure standing in the middle of the hall.

Where he stands, it seems to be the center of the entire hall, the surrounding light, and the surrounding environment all set off his existence.

Stanford walked in from the outside, feeling a little gloomy. After seeing this figure, his emotions became even more gloomy.

"Master Pope, are you back?"

The tall figure slowly turned around, revealing his face.

Very ordinary appearance, slightly higher forehead than ordinary people, seems a bit wise.

He looked at Stanford, his voice couldn't be said to be deep, nor could he be said to be crisp, as if he spoke lightly like an ordinary person, "I heard you have seen that Rowan?"

Stanford nodded, but the sweat on his forehead slowly dripped.

The Pope looked at his performance and shook his head a little, and said, "Do you know? Rowan, this child, call him a child for the time being. He is the only starry wizard in this world who likes to walk in the world, the legend of the starry sky wizard, no Let me say more, you should also understand that they use the starry sky as the meditating idea. Every starry sky mage, whether it is spiritual power or magic power, is an extremely large existence. Their existence seems to have broken the concept of ordinary magicians. , Even those of us who have practiced the idea of ​​the gods are completely incomparable. Do you know why every organization has issued an order not to provoke the Starry Sky Master?"

Stanford said in his heart that he definitely couldn't fight, but he didn't say it. He felt a little uncomfortable because he really didn't have any strength to fight back in front of Rowan.

"After the Star Master arrives at the Great Demon Master, her strength will have a qualitative leap, and there will be a huge change in the strength of a Star Master who has traveled around the world. Even the saints of the two demons, including us, It may not necessarily be the opponent's opponent. You recklessly want to embarrass him this time, which has caused him to question my teaching. If you want to cooperate in the future, I am afraid it will be a little difficult."

He flipped his wrist, and there was an extra token in his hand, which was Rowan's token of the Supreme Elder.

Seeing this, Stanford suddenly understood why the Pope would let him come over and say these words, this Rowan actually didn't care about their status as the supreme elder of the dark church. Is this arrogance or strength?

His heart sank.

The pope put the token away, sighed, and said, "I didn't see him, this token was sent by Budis, it's a pity." He turned around again and said lightly, "Go away. , The first pope is still you, but I hope you won’t be so stupid in the future."

The sweat dripped from Stanford's forehead, "Yes...sir."

. . .

After Rowan taught Stanford a lesson, he actually didn't feel much happy in his heart. He just needed some materials and didn't like tossing and tossing around. In his bones, he was just a standard otaku.

After understanding the nature of the operation of the world, he no longer wants to care about the mess of the human race, the sea race, the monster race, and the demons. The nature of the world is to maintain racial diversity. Although you kill me and I kill you, many people will live. In hatred, but isn't the world like this?