The edge of the Necropolis.

Arnold, sitting cross-legged on a bluestone, refining the dark magic elements. The rapid flow of the magic elements caused a black fog vortex to appear around Arnold. Not far away from Arnold, that belongs to Ayi.

Thanks to the rich dark magic elements in the Necrotic Highlands and the magic gathering array of Zenaya family, Arnold and Ayi both advanced to the Dark Magician half a month ago.

Arnold's ability to advance in a short period of time is due to talent and constant practice day and night, and also from the bond between Ayi and the Holy Spirit in the Mount of Guiling. Arnold could feel that the Holy Spirit had revived, but he never took the initiative to come over, which gave Arnold a unique cultivation environment.

Arnold never thought that the little dark magician who was chased by the Church of Light had almost no way out, would have grown to the day when the Church of Light was afraid of it. During his growth process, he had only one real friend.

The black fog vortex dissipated, and Arnold stood up from the bluestone with joy, and then a violent surge of black fog occurred above his head. A dark dragon fell dozens of meters away from him. Now Arnold can spread his perception to dozens of miles, so he had long felt the arrival of Ashu and Arthur.

"Arnold, you guy, you have worked so hard to practice after becoming a great magician. We should find a place to celebrate." Arthur jumped off the dragon with a smile.

Arnold stood there without moving, but his raised eyes could not hide the joy in his heart, "Okay, but there is no good wine or meat in the Necropolis Heights."

Arthur's eyes first stopped on Ayi's face. Ayi's skin, who was already golden in body and fighting spirit, was like ice skin, with a clear and handsome appearance, with no expression on her face and a cold beauty, like a secluded orchid in the valley.

Arthur couldn't help but sigh, "Ayi is getting more and more beautiful, but unfortunately she is the body of a dead soul, otherwise you could just put her into the room."

Ayi, who was standing quietly, suddenly showed an angry expression and let out a sharp low roar at Arthur. Arnold subconsciously grabbed Ayi's hand to prevent her from further aggressive behavior.

Arthur was stunned, "Are you angry? Has her intelligence reached this level?"

"In my eyes, Ayi has always been the special one."

"Okay, the special one, you might find a way to get her a real body next."

Arnold did not take Arthur's dirty jokes and deliberately changed the topic: "You came here on your own initiative this time just to celebrate with me, right?"

"The last time you sent me a message, you only said that you had successfully advanced and did not mention the Demon God. Didn't the Zenaya family receive the oracle?"

"I received it, but I didn't plan to respond, so I didn't tell you."

Arthur looked at Arnold with interest, "There are very few people who treat oracles like you in the dark magician world. I don't believe what problems you saw from it?"

Arnold gave Arthur a blank look for no reason, "It's not influenced by you. I recognize that dark magic is just a tool rather than an identity. The demon is a faith, but I am not his believer. He did not provide response or shelter when I was chased by the church. Then don't expect my welcome and dedication now."

Arthur laughed, "I didn't expect you to become so utilitarian now, and you are still facing God."

"I don't know him anyway. It's better to rely on you and Ayi than rely on God?"

"I like your temper more and more now." Arthur said, hugging Arnold's neck, "But this time you have to pretend to believe him again, we will do this..."

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Seidal Mountains, within a temporary camp.

Four old men in black robe sat on the ground casually, with a faint layer of black mist surrounding them, isolated all peeping eyes.

Sitting in the middle was an old man with a cold face and a pale face. It was Zach Ernest, the patriarch of the Fiska family. Old Zach was holding a black-blooded cup in his hand and siping it slowly. I wonder what strange things were drinking.

"Old Zach, you take the initiative to invite a party to several of our families. Just tell me if you have any questions." The first person to speak was a burly old man opposite Old Zach.

The old man is not like the pale complexion that is common to the dark magicians, but has a rosy complexion and a divine look. He is the patriarch of the Bridges family. The Bridges family is a big family that is as famous as the Fiska family. He is known for its abundant dark warriors. The patriarch Terry is the peak of the twelve-level dark warriors and is a terrifying existence called "Night Killing".

Old Zach spoke slowly, "For tens of thousands of years, our Dark Magicians have been in a mess, but the six families of Fiska, Zenaya, Bridges, Lindberg, Harrison and Wilcott can all be regarded as leaders of one Dark Magician family. The attitudes of our various families basically represent the attitudes of most Dark Magician families. Except for Zenaya, who has declined and Lindberg who has not responded to this gathering, I want to hear the attitudes of the three patriarchs towards this demon summoning?"

With a gentle sigh, the patriarch of the Wilcott family on the left hand of Old Zach, "Will, the God of Death" spoke quietly, "I know there may be a problem with the oracle this time, but our dark magician has been hunted by the Church of Light and has been oppressed for tens of thousands of years, so this divine submission is an opportunity we must seize. It may be the only hope for our dark magician to turn the tables!"

The patriarch of the Harrison family, "squinting Ragren", said immediately: "The God descends must have something to do. We are ready to make contributions. For thousands of years, we have lost too much of the dark magic inheritance. Only by paying a certain price can we exchange what we need from the person who descends."

The clan leader here are all human spirits who have experienced countless years and life and death tests. They are not as simple as ordinary dark magicians when it comes to the arrival of the demon god. They are more about the gains and losses of family interests.

Old Zach looked up at Terry opposite him, "Does the Bridges family have the same attitude?"

Terry grinned, "I know what you are worried about, are you worried about it being a conspiracy of the church? Even if the Pope comes, our Bridges family will also make him pay the price. As for the one who intends to come, as long as we can give us the power of the dark warrior, we are his loyal believers."

Old Zach frowned, and the attitude of several major families towards the gods was worse than expected, so he chose to make it open and honest, "What if this is the conspiracy of the sea tribe, what if the coming demon god asks us to stand with the sea tribe?"

"I said that as long as we are given strength, we are His faithful believers."

"Will the church let us go when we stand aside with the human race? We have never been truly accepted by our fellow races for thousands of years." Ragren spoke with a squinting eyes.

Will sighed again, and this sigh fully demonstrated the attitude of the Wilcott family.

The dark magician has always lacked recognition of the human identity, and persuasion is completely useless.

Just when Old Zach was at a loss, Chiro flew over from outside the camp, "Several patriarchs, the Lindberg family are building a magic circle in the Blood Poison Valley."

The sudden news made the patriarchs stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!