Magic Tool

The breath on his body suddenly rose, oppressing Rowan away.

Only in the next second, the breath on his body was suppressed by the pope in front, and a look stopped him at the same time.

Rowan sighed when he saw this, how could these people not judge the situation.

Rowan doesn’t care about the strength of the Dark Vatican. On the contrary, he attaches great importance to it. The Dark Vatican has a total of three saints. The hard power is stronger than the sky. On the contrary, the Bright Vatican only has two saints. The rules of action, everyone's high-end combat power is all in peace, and there are also saints and monsters in the light and dark churches, or other alien races that need to be suppressed, and the saints can't make shots.

However, the Pope of the Dark Vatican is a saint himself, and he can naturally awe from the heart.

However, within the Magic Guild, Rowan does not need to be in awe. He now represents the Magic Guild, not himself.

He turned his head and glanced at the man, and said lightly, "There are things you don't know, and I don't blame you." His breath became strange, his majesty gradually exuded, and he faintly opposed the darkness of the Holy See.

The number of rules and laws he possessed is definitely the largest in the world. In fact, just after rising, the almost Dzogchen aura avoided the aura of the dark Vatican, directly occupying half of the hall.

Then he turned his head and said to the night, "I respect you as a saint, so I see you, now I'm finished."

The night sighed.

He can feel Rowan’s thick and numerous heinous rules and laws. These fields and rules are basically about to form a unity. As long as they form a unity, they can become the realm of saints. With his attainments, he can enter There is basically no problem in the domain. Stanford, an idiot, offended such a **** and caused the Dark Church to lose such a powerful ally. It is simply a pig's brain.

And even if he starts his hands, combined with the number of rules and laws on his body at will, the power is almost more than that of the average saint. This person is currently unable to restrain and cannot deal with it, unless he can sneak attack in a moment. It may be possible to break all the defenses on his body. He thought of a person, but he wiped it out of his mind in an instant.

It's not the enemy.

But when I think about the other candidates in Shengjiao, I feel helpless.

He turned his head, reprimanded the man in a rather severe tone, then turned his head and calmed down again.

"This matter is our fault. Thank you for your contribution to the Holy Church." After speaking, he turned and left. After all, he is a Holy One and a Pope. An apology is one thing. throw.

At this time, among all the alchemists of the sacred religion with a dumbfounded look, this Rowan had actually been tyrannical to such a realm.

Seeing my boss walk away, he hurried to keep up.

Stanford did not leave. He walked away in the last one, looking at Rowan's extremely terrifying number of rules and rules. While looking shocked, he was also a little grateful. If he had done something to himself at that time, he would have lost himself. Got it.

If you have the Scepter of Darkness, you might be able to match him.

This was his first thought. He took a deep look at Rowan, and he was a little drumming in his heart, and then he walked out.

He knew that this young man must have a place in this world.

. . .

After everyone in the Dark Vatican walked away, Rowan closed his eyes and exhaled a long sigh, then his breath fell sharply, becoming abnormally low. After all, facing the dark Vatican’s digital great demon masters alone, he still has some Strenuous.

He turned the meditation into action, and it took a long time to recover.

After entering the Great Demon Master, with the passage of time, the inherent characteristics of meditation have allowed him to master more rules and laws than ordinary people, and his spiritual power is comparable to the saint, but a person faces a saint and Several great demon masters really looked at him a little bit high.

Soon after, another voice came.

"The Speaker of the Saga Empire wants to see you, and that one is also a saint."

This voice was strange, Rowan opened his eyes, a little dazed.

"Who are you?"

"Little friend Rowan, I'm O'Neill." The voice was very peaceful and honest, but just the name surprised Rowan.

The true president of the Magic Guild, Lord O'Neill.

He thought for a while and said, "I have a grudge against the Holy See, it is not convenient to meet."

"Okay, I will dismiss him for you. In addition, I have returned and am preparing to convene the Magic Guild high-level council. Come on, too. The address is here." He sent a coordinate.

Rowan nodded.

He stood up from the ground, glanced at the coordinates, and moved in his heart.

This is not the coordinates of the arcane world, it seems to be a small world.

The coordinates are divided into four levels, the first level is the coordinates of the arcane world, the second level is the coordinates of another small world, the third level is the general location of that small world coordinates, and the fourth level is the specific location.

Rowan thought for a while, this was a good opportunity to meet the big guys of the Magic Guild, and he couldn't lose face, so he started brewing.

. . .

In an alien space, among a huge mountain range, there is a very wide valley. The green grass in the valley forms a large undulating lawn ground like a football field. Three or four rivers pass through this lawn. .

There are many trees of various colors on both sides of the river, which dot the entire space.

Birds are flying in the sky, various small animals running back and forth on the ground, and some large creatures can be seen lying far away in the corner of this world, looking at the grassland in the middle, leisurely chewing on the grass in their mouths, Very pleasant.

Vigorous and energetic.

On a relatively large-scale flat lawn ground, all kinds of exquisite stools are placed at this moment, forming an open-air round table assembly.

One after another magicians came from everywhere, they were generally older, only a few looked very young, and they looked very bright among the many old magicians. They all wore very grand magic robes with their own magician level or alchemist level badges hanging on their chests. Each of them showed solemn expressions and serious faces. They only saw the people they knew. Smile and greet each other.

The number of people in the meeting does not seem to be large, only about a few hundred, but each of them seems to carry something, and every move is extremely powerful.

At this moment, the entire space moved slightly, attracting everyone's attention. After all, this is a small world, which can cause shocks in the entire space. This person's strength is afraid of the strength to break this space.

The entire space shook, and countless birds were shocked, and even the animals that ate the grass gave out a look of surprise and restless in place.

The spatial fluctuation suddenly stopped, and a figure appeared in the middle of the meeting.

Suddenly, many magicians stopped their actions and bowed to the middle.

"Meet Master O'Neal."

This person is O'Neill, his height is not tall, only about 1.75 meters, a magic robe tailored appropriately, set off a perfectly proportioned figure. On the chest of the wizard's robe is a unique hexagonal badge, exquisite and gorgeous.

He was wearing a tall hat on his head. At this time, he took off his hat and saluted the surroundings.

"Welcome to the cornerstone of the Magic Guild. The council that begins today is very important. Thank you for coming."

The following sparse languages.

"Honored."

"By invitation."

. . .

After a while, O'Neill put his hat on top of his head again, and then sat quietly in the center. This was his place, and there were two places left beside him.

When the magicians arrive in twos and threes, every magician who comes will come to the middle, salute O'Neill, and then sit in his place. The venue is orderly and serious. The communication between the magicians is basically based on spiritual power. , It looks dull, but it's actually quite cheerful in private.

Soon after, the number of people coming was very scarce, and the positions below began to slowly fill up. Even the position next to O'Neill was also seated at this moment. This person is indeed Harry.

Vice President Bucaros could only sit down at the moment, so in the end, everyone became more and more interested in the person next to Harry.

But most people guessed that this person must be Rowan.

At this moment, a spatial crack in the dark space appeared in the center of the venue. When they had no time and were shocked, Rowan's figure had stepped out of the crack, and then the crack disappeared.