Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

Evan was lucky enough to regain his part of the reward due to the recovery of the family guards.

However, because he ran out for a while, he ended up in danger due to carelessness, and he was severely taught by Duke Carlot.

Even if you choose to travel and explore outside, you must put personal safety first!

The family's eighth-level guards are not omnipotent, and even the ninth-level guards cannot guarantee that they can walk sideways on the mainland. Therefore, no matter at any moment, don't blindly put yourself in a dangerous situation.

No matter any treasure resource can be replaced, only oneself is the root of everything.

I was lucky enough to save my life this time, what about next time?

In order to strengthen Evan's impression of this, the Duke handed him part of the reward he deserved, and directly ordered him to return to Fengjin City to practice and develop the territory, and he was strictly forbidden to continue traveling.

The ban cannot be lifted until his strength breaks through the seventh rank.

Evan in front of the duke was trained like an ostrich, he kept shrinking his neck, almost retracting into his clothes.

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On the other side, in the temporarily opened crypt.

"Well……"

Feeling the cold and hard stimulation on the back of his body, the blond young bishop opened his eyes in pain.

What caught the eye was the dark and cramped cave walls.

He realized that he was still lying on a rough rock altar, his limbs and neck were tightly bound by magic shackles, and the equipment on his body had been stripped off.

There is only one piece of underwear left, which preserves a little bit of dignity for him.

He wanted to break free, but there was no magic power in his body, and he even felt a huge sense of weakness, which seemed to be due to damage to the source of his spiritual sea.

Crack, crack, crack...

Perhaps sensing his waking up, the sound of light footsteps gradually sounded from far to near.

The young bishop tried to open his eyes wide, trying to look in the direction of the person coming, but he couldn't because his neck was restrained.

But soon he no longer needed to make such an effort,

A familiar figure in black robe and hood appeared in his eyes——

"you……"

Seeing the familiar black robe, the young bishop's eyes suddenly widened, and a fierce and cold anger burned in them. His throat rolled violently, and he couldn't find enough words to vent his anger!

These despicable heretics actually used the false holy grail to attract his attention, and then used the power of the holy object to sneak up on him!

Carelessly, he was directly involved by the power of the 'sacred object' and lost consciousness.

When the white light that was always on in his eyes dissipated, it could be seen that the original color of his eyes was a strange pale gold, just like the rising morning light, pure and penetrating.

In fact, if you look closely, you can find that the bishop's face is actually younger than when he looked at it from a distance before, even a little childish.

"Don't be so excited... Pseudo-god lackey, there are more interesting things waiting for you."

Beneath the layered hood,

Anweisi imitated the tone and tone of the priests of the Moon-calling Esoteric Order, and his voice was hazy and difficult to distinguish.

"Despicable heathen... You will be haunted by darkness, and even when the final judgment comes, you will not be redeemed or exempted!"

Hearing his voice, the bishop on the altar gritted his teeth.

"Thank you for your blessings, and may the eyes of truth be on your soul forever."

Anweis didn't care about the bishop's gnashing of teeth.

The source of the spirit has been severely injured, temporarily lost all strength, and his limbs are still bound by high-level magic. The current bishop can only use his tongue on the bed...on the altar.

However, after all, he used to be the eighth rank, and the bishop's spiritual defenses were still strong. Even though he was seriously injured and lost his strength at this time, he still showed no sign of wavering.

Therefore, Anweis needs to open a little gap on the surface of his mind.

"Look at this, what a fun little gadget."

Looking at the bishop's icy pale golden eyes, Anweis slowly raised his right hand, picked up the ring-shaped holy emblem of light with his fingertips, and waved it in front of the bishop.

Ignoring the bishop's angry gaze, Anweis spoke on his own.

"See, the symbol of your sad god, just like the whole world you know, is firmly bound in such a narrow circle."

While speaking, Anweisi exerted a little force on his fingers. A dark and ominous magic power gushed out from his fingertips, wrapped around the surface of the holy emblem of light, violently eroding the holy power on it.

"However, light is ultimately no match for the powerful darkness."

With his movements, the [Sacred Emblem of Light] engraved with sacred patterns gradually began to deform between his fingers.

"You...you unforgivable heretic!"

Under the staring eyes of the young bishop, as Anweis's fingertips were completely closed, a faint white light flashed. The hollow holy emblem of light was completely destroyed in front of him, leaving only a few pieces of dark rings.

Witnessing helplessly that his Holy Emblem of Light was corroded by the power of the old gods, this extremely blasphemous act like a ritual made the bishop's breath short. The anger rose again, even to the point of fury.

"Angry?"

The hood trembled slightly, and Anvis opened his mouth.

"Well, what if that's the case?"

After the voice fell, several pieces of the dark ring suddenly floated up by themselves, and they were put together again.

Holding the reassembled ring, Anweiss tone was faint.

"I don't know if you have heard of a ritual called Destiny Parasitism and its effects."

When the bishop's eyes widened suddenly when he heard the word "fate parasitism" uttered by the "priest of the Moon Calling Sect" in front of him.

At the same time, as if to support the bishop's guess, a human figure wearing the bishop's previous full outfit but without facial features suddenly appeared in front of the bishop.

"It seems that I don't need to waste any more words."

Accompanied by Anweisi's dark and difficult tones, the figure's face suddenly began to fluctuate, and its figure gradually changed.

Slowly, a face that made the bishop even have the illusion that he was looking in a mirror appeared in front of him.

"A perfect masterpiece, but just a touch short of the last."

Seeing the same figure beside him as the bishop, but with his eyes closed, Anweis smiled and raised the black holy emblem of light, showing it in the bishop's eyes.

So, under his gaze, the pitch-black color of the ring suddenly faded, and the holy silvery white color was restored again. But the dark alien power in it is still clearly discernible.

Seeing Anweis personally hang this alienated 'Holy Emblem of Light' on the figure's chest, a strong chill suddenly rose in the bishop's heart.

In this violent mood swing, his mind trembled suddenly, revealing a slight crack.

In an instant, in this gap, something unknown began to grow slowly.

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