Summer passes in the gradual disappearance, and autumn arrives in light dance steps.

In the Hogg Warlock Academy, the thin yellow representing autumn is not too deep, and it only penetrates into some ordinary shrubs, while in the large dense forest, it is still as green as before.

After all, this is a world of warlocks.

The changes in seasons are not obvious in this area. The power of spells and alchemy always keeps the academy in its best state, which facilitates the survival and growth of creatures.

In a small hut near the library, Vincent was silently reading the book.

After the strange scene of a hundred names bowing on the college monument that day, he stayed in his house and rarely went out, and was meditating on studying various materials.

In addition to his urgent understanding of the world background and wanting to absorb various information, there are also factors that he does not want to encounter Heg again.

When he saw him again, he couldn't guarantee that he could still hold back and would not slap him to death with a casual slap.

So far, Vinson has been in the academy for some days, and has some understanding of this academy. He has also talked with Dean Pigeon, knowing that the other party hopes that he will keep a low profile and not expose his strength at will, and wait until next year's college competition will give people another surprise.

And under such a trivial premise, it is better not to act randomly.

"Actually, it's pretty good. In the days when no one is worried, my mana has increased very quickly, and my torso has been tempered by almost one-third."

After turning over a piece of light yellow paper, he thought to himself.

The head is the most sophisticated organization of human beings, so when using magic power to temper it, Vincent was careful and careful. In the Black Iron Middle Realm, his control over magic power was increased by another level, and his body was not as fragile as his head, so his speed was much faster than before.

"Recently, I have the feeling of the birth of the Mana Sun again. It should be that my sixth sun will appear in a few days."

His fists were clenched, and he recalled that the day on the Academy Monument, hundreds of people bowed to him, and he had even more anticipation for the future.

In the end, how many suns will he have?

Eight? Even nine?

Everything is unknown.

As his mind swayed, he turned over another piece of paper, and his somewhat elegant mind fell on it.

Suddenly, Vincent's mind changed.

A portrait of a dog's head suddenly appeared in the dark black pupils.

This is the information about the dog-headed demon god he dreams of!

The college has a rich collection of books. In order to get familiar with the world as soon as possible, he has been spending time on magic and world backgrounds, and has no time to find information about gods and demons. Moreover, those books are extremely rare and difficult to find. Unexpectedly, they will find them at this time!

"Anubis, the god of death and hell, the controller of death, the guardian of hell, is said to be the god of the jackal head human body, and the gate of hell that suppresses and imprisons countless gods and demons. It has existed before the three eras of the Warlock. It is ancient and long-standing. He has several incarnations, and one incarnation is Hermanubis, the human body of the dog head, and has a strong study of alchemy.

His name praises death, which also exists because of death, and will repay the brave creatures who dare to come into contact with death with kindness…”

After reading this section of information without turning around, Vincent was silent for a moment and recalled his visualized golem.

Indeed, the head of that creature is a little different from the normal dog head, but it is not obvious. After all, the jackal is actually a dog creature, and as for the gate of hell...

He recalled the deep gate behind the dog-headed demon god and nodded secretly.

"It should be that door."

Vinson continued to look down, but his face looked a little bad.

Because next is a narrative of the power of death.

"As the god of death, the power he possesses is the power of death. Countless warlocks are eager to possess this power and pursue it, but those who are close to death will eventually be decayed by death. The powerful death warlock once rampant in the three eras of warlocks, bringing countless creatures the end of life. However, the stronger the power of death, it will eventually become a shackle of life. The continuous use of the power of death will bring a sharp loss of vitality. No matter how powerful the bloodline is, it cannot withstand this endless loss. In the end, they all returned to the embrace of death and became the messengers sent by Anubis.

With their departure, the Death Warlock, the once most powerful existence, also disappeared in the wave of the times."

After reading this passage, Vinson was silent for a while, calmed down, and tried to mobilize the power of death in the black sun, while feeling his own vitality.

As the book says, while using the power of death, my life is constantly losing. Although this loss is very thin, the power of death is also very small.

Recalling the scene when he used the Anubis halberd to destroy the sun monster in one fell swoop, he was silent for a long time before he could say a word for a long time.

"Sure enough, it is truly the power of death, which brings death to others and death to yourself."

He took a deep breath and continued to read the following text description.

"Since death is the source of the end of life, it is also one of the most terrifying forces in the world. The creatures killed by this force will all disappear and end completely. Therefore, the death warlock once slaughtered creatures madly, seized bloodlines, and extended their lifespan with the powerful vitality contained in their bloodlines. In some powerful worlds, even some mythical creatures have been slaughtered. Because there are too many dead mythical creatures, it has aroused the anger of some gods and demons, and vented their anger on these death warlocks, which is also one of the reasons for their disappearance."

After reading for a while, Vincent finally gave himself a warning.

The power of death cannot be used without any last resort.

This is a double-edged sword, which is also hurting oneself.

At the moment he was reading, a flying winged beast more than 30 meters long was flying above the waters far away in the Hog Warlock Academy.

On the back of the giant beast, more than a dozen human warlocks stood and looked away from a distance.

"Ero, is our purpose this time trying to test the Hog Warlock Academy?"

While standing, a man asked at the purple-haired young man standing in front.

The purple-haired young man looked deep and had a strong face. He was wearing a light gray robe and had a proud temperament.

When he heard someone asked him, he smiled and replied: "The five-year college competition is about to begin. As one of the strongest four of the eight colleges four years ago, we have reason to visit the fifth-ranked college to add some confidence to the battle next year."

After hearing the description, the man waved disdainfully.

"Oh, so that's it. I don't care. The result is the same anyway. In our Truth Academy, many powerful people from the Black Iron Realm emerged this year, and geniuses like Mr. Elro are born again. No one can stop us from reaching the top. I guess even if we were the sorcerers from the first academy last time, they would probably not be your opponent next year."

"Molin, don't underestimate others too much. Hogg's Academy is still very well-founded."

Although he said this, there was no sign of respect on Erro's face, and he was obviously very conceited with his own strength.
Chapter completed!