The Black Knight from the Blue Planet

At this time, Hardy didn't know the conversation outside. His soul had entered a fantasy.

There were red fireworks everywhere, the sky was red, magma was flowing on the ground, and the whole world was red. There seemed to be nothing else.

Hardy felt his feet were a little itchy. He looked down and found that his legs had turned into "black charcoal".

The magma was "burning" his soul, trying to make it feel "painful".

But Hardy's willpower was too strong, exceeding the basic immunity value, almost double the value.

So this illusion couldn't hurt him at all. The "attack" on him was just tickling.

He looked around for a while, then shook his head helplessly.

This scene was too bad.

He knew very well that this illusion tried to create a "hell of fire", but it was a pity that it was limited by imagination and basic illusion techniques and could only create a world full of fire.

If Hardy were to create the Hellfire Illusion, he would have to put in more lava tentacles, a fire giant with eyes all over his body, or a fat woman with dozens of flames.

That would be more terrifying.

He walked in the illusion for a while, then caught a trace of mental power fluctuations and went looking for it.

It must be said that this trace of mental power fluctuations was well hidden, but he still found it.

It took less than ten seconds for Hardy to lock the other party with mental power.

But the other party didn't seem to notice that Hardy had already found him.

He was in stealth mode, keeping a certain distance from Hardy and watching quietly.

At this time, Hardy felt that as long as he killed this spirit hidden in the illusion, he could get out and get a little improvement in his will attribute for free.

But he was not in a hurry. He wanted to see what this thing could do. If he cooperated with it, he might be able to find out some information.

Hardy had just made up his mind when the other side made a move.

At this time, a huge human figure stood up from the lava.

Very tall, at least five meters tall.

As soon as he appeared, he roared to the sky. If someone was afraid, he would feel very scared.

But Hadi just wanted to laugh.

After the fire giant roared, he pressed down his body and slammed his fist heavily into the magma, stirring up a piece of red liquid.

A lot of it spilled on Hadi's "body", burning his body black.

"Sinner, now that you see me, the fire giant, why don't you kneel down?"

Hadi looked up at him and asked with a smile: "How do I know if you are a real god or a fake one?"

"I am the only fire god in the world, how could I be fake." The giant lowered his head, only about half a meter away from Hadi's face. When he opened his mouth, there was flowing, bubbling magma: "You have no piety, death penalty."

"Then how should I show my piety?" Hadi asked.

The giant spread his big hand in front of Hardy, and there was a strange pattern inside: "It's very simple, use your will to sign a contract with and. Then I will recognize your piety."

Thanks to E.P.R's teaching, Hardy's magic theory is very solid.

Although he is not a genius, such as creating a new magic with a flash of inspiration, and he doesn't know much about improving magic.

But this does not prevent him from understanding the effect of the magic contract.

The magic contract pattern in the giant's hand is quite complicated, and then after a closer look, there is only one effect.

Slave contract.

If Hardy signs this contract, even if he is a legendary strongman, he will become a slave.

At least he has to wait until he reaches the demigod level before he can break free.

Hardy looked at the giant and asked, "What benefits can I get from signing this contract?"

"It's simple. It can prove your piety and strengthen your strength."

Hadi nodded and asked, "What will happen if you don't sign it?"

The giant's face, which was completely made of flowing magma, showed a ferocious smile: "Then your soul is mine."

"So domineering." Hardy sighed lightly and asked, "Can I take another look at this contract and let me think about it for a while."

"You are not qualified." The giant slammed his hands heavily on the magma ground, stirring up a large amount of magma rain: "Now, immediately, decide."

Hadi wiped the magma on his face, and then he smiled, and the "charred" on his body and feet had all returned to their original state.

"I choose to refuse."

As soon as the voice fell, the blue fire sword in his hand had cut off the giant's hands.

At this time, the fire giant was still in a circle.

Two seconds later, he finally let out a shrill scream.

But the scream soon stopped abruptly.

Several sword energies cut him into dozens of broken feet of different sizes.

Until he ‘died’, his eyes were still filled with astonishment.

At this time, the illusion had begun to dissipate, and Hardy came to the two huge broken palms.

He found the slave contract and pressed his hand on it.

This was not a contract, but a reverse tracking.

Hardy had already seen that the back end of this magic circle was to send the qualifications of the contract to a spatial coordinate point and connect it to a certain soul.

So as long as the reverse tracking was carried out, the other party could be found.

Hardy found the most critical ones from all the magic nodes in an instant, and then his spirit ‘touched’ along the spatial coordinates.

The next second, Hardy's soul appeared in a place full of light.

He looked up and down for a while and found that this was a circular space with a huge ball of light above his head.

There was a breath of divine power hidden inside.

Looking down again, he found that there was green grass on the ground and a three-story building.

Then, he heard a cry of surprise: "Who are you, how come you are here?"

Hardy looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with a faint light all over his body, looking at him with a surprised expression.

At this time, the old man also saw Hardy's appearance. He paused for a moment, his eyes widened: "Hadi? How come your soul is here? Shouldn't you be in the illusion..."

Then the old man suddenly stopped talking.

At this time, many people rushed over and surrounded the old man.

Hardy glanced around, and then glanced at the old man's appearance. He had a flash of inspiration in his mind and asked: "Holy Lord?"

The old man's face became ugly.

Hardy laughed and waved his hand: "It's our first meeting, Your Excellency Holy Lord, I'm glad to meet you."

The old man's expression became even uglier.

Then, Hardy's consciousness gradually disappeared, and the surroundings became blurred.

Before Hardy's consciousness completely left, he vaguely heard the old man shouting: "Damn it, this Hardy is actually a powerful spellcaster, how could this information be missed."

Then, Hardy opened his eyes.

In front of him, Claire was looking at Yubig with the same eyes as looking at a maggot.

Claire found that Hardy was awake, she showed a happy expression, and then asked: "Hadi, this thing is disgusting, can I kill him?"

"Yes."

Claire's eyes lit up.

And Yubig's obscene smile froze. (End of this chapter)