Ms. Lost Shar finally left.

Brian looked at his back that disappeared in the shadow and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he had just faced one of the oldest and evil gods in the sky of the country. If he was not afraid in his heart, it was obviously fake.

Recalling the words of Ms. Lost, Brian was filled with confusion.

The other party just said that he would make a deal with her. As for what kind of deal it was, Shaer didn't mention it at all, but just looked at him coldly, as if he would kill him immediately on the spot as long as he dared to shake his head.

In this case, what else can Bryan do, and he can only agree with the slightest.

Then Shar left a sentence, "I will come to you in person," and disappeared.

Only Bryan, who was confused, stood there, a little at a loss.

"Forget it, it's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Brian comforted himself and began to be busy with the important things he needs to do most now.

However, what surprised him was that with the departure of Ms. Lost Shar, he suddenly discovered that the deep shadows on the Shadow Coast had brought him a sense of depression, and even the restrictions on the magic net were gone, allowing him to easily use various magic.

"It seems that Ms. Lost's plan failed, and it is a foregone conclusion." Brian thought to himself, "or rather, her series of plans for the Goddess of Magic seem to be to replace the Magic Net, but secretly they want to find the person who is beyond fate."

But Brian has no clue at all who this person is.

This also made him vaguely realize that the transaction between Ms. Lost Shahr and himself might be related to this person who is beyond fate.

No longer wasted time, without the restrictions of Shadow Magic Net, Brian instantly locked the position of Hajj Horner when he was in the ceremony with the help of teleportation spells, and came here in the blink of an eye.

On the shadow coast of black mist, Brian saw the golden beech tree representing the color-resistant scroll standing alone under a surging purple sky, suppressed dark clouds rolling in, and occasionally flashing with crackling lightning.

A group of figures in black robes stood in a nearby ring magic circle, performing some obscure and dark rituals.

On the golden beech wood representing the color-resistant scroll, the withered and black leaves that fell, have now been stitched into a series of gray and white scrolls, as a sacrifice for this ceremony.

The owner of the ceremony, Hajjhona, muttered some upset spells.

As his last syllable fell, Brian noticed that the entire earth trembled slightly like the pulse of a human body.

"Who is it?" Suddenly, at the critical moment of the ceremony, Hajj Horner finally noticed Brian's existence.

When he looked up alertly and looked at Brian floating in the air, his expression suddenly became bigger and he said in disbelief, "Impossible, what's going on? You can't cast magic in the goddess' realm. What's going on."

"Because your goddess has abandoned you." Brian stood in the wind and greeted Hajjhona, "Long time no see, the hand of the Supreme King who defected. I didn't expect that even if you were under the command of Miss Lost, you still could not get rid of your own destiny. At this moment, you were abandoned here like a stray dog."

What made him feel relieved was that the elder Demon Kui and Ferin Demon Kui who were guarding here all ran away, which meant that Brenas and his father, the Supreme King, had set out and headed towards Ferin Demon Kui's nest.

In this way, he needs to solve the trouble here as soon as possible and catch up with Brenas and others.

"This is impossible, why can't I sense any response from the goddess." Hajjhona muttered in disbelief before she came out of the shadow of Miss Lost:

"Ms. Lost promised me that as long as I complete this ceremony, I will master part of the Shadow Magic Net. The goddess cannot abandon me. I will succeed soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hajjhona immediately sensed that the circular magic circle he had arranged was like a short circuit, one by one, one obscure runes that dimmed one after another, and finally turned the surroundings into darkness. He was immediately backfired, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground in a sluggish state.

Seeing this situation, Brian immediately understood that it must be Ms. Lost who took the initiative to give up the ceremony here.

He took out a piece of fragments symbolizing the shadow clergy obtained from the ghost prince Rivalan with a serious expression and threw them into the sky.

In an instant, this fragment containing divine energy turned into a huge vortex, madly devouring all the shadow energy and darkness around.

In just a moment, the entire sea of ​​shadows was exposed to the scorching sun. The crazy-looking Hajjhner and his subordinates also turned into shriveled corpses with the whirlpool, and were wiped out in ashes under the sunlight.

After the enemy was easily destroyed, Brian did not show any relaxation.

He turned and looked at the golden beech that had been penetrated by the shadow energy.

Even though all the shadow energy around him had been completely absorbed by him, the particularity of the color-resistant scroll intercepted the death energy with the power of withering and corruption, making it clear that this golden beech was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I just knew how this other complete color-resistant scroll could be so easy to get. After all, it was just that I was deceiving myself all the time."

Looking at the color-resistant scroll where destruction is only a matter of time, Brian sighed.

At the same time, he also understood why the elves of Mis Zhuono insisted on stealing this set of scrolls.

The elves are not greedy for the power in the scroll, but are worried that someone will control this terrible power and bring unimaginable disasters to the world.

After all, this set of golden scrolls was originally prepared by the ancient god of death Yege to target the Elf Ear.

However, thousands of years ago, the elves abused legendary magic in the civil war. Some of them even had multi-universe interference power and exploded bomb craters that had never grown for thousands of years. Even the ancient continent was torn apart by the magic of the elves.

And now that the elves who have finally escaped from the civil war and have completely entered the sage mode could they be interested in the extremely powerful magic recorded in this set of golden scrolls?

The elves were not interested, but their Netherel human students were very interested.

After hearing this rumor, an human apprentice studying in the Elf Kingdom began to secretly dig the grave at the rumored Elf grave, and finally dug out this golden scroll, which is the source of all disasters.

This is also the fundamental reason why the elves stole another set of color-resistant scrolls, not only did not learn the magic knowledge, but instead sealed it in the form of golden beech.

Then, Brian contacted the ghost of the Golden Dragon Paralandaks through his thoughts and said to him:

"Although Ms. Lost has cancelled the plan for Magic Net, the remaining force that is enough to corrode the color-resistant scroll cannot be underestimated. Next, it depends on what role this Holy Grail of Amanat can play."

"Boy, don't worry, it's all for me." Golden Dragon Paralandakus said to Brian with a stinky face, "After all, I have been waiting for thousands of years just to complete this mission. Now the opportunity has come, and I should return to the embrace of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut."

"Go along the way, thank you for your company on this trip." Brian felt a little reluctant and said sincerely to the Golden Dragon Ghost.

"You're welcome. If you really want to thank me, just give me a word before I leave." Golden Dragon Paralandask showed a hearty smile, "It's a friend."

"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet as autumn leaves."

Brian whispered the last sentence he gave to Paralandakus.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the other party's ghost wrapped in a holy grail shining with the golden divine light, and sank into the golden beech that was constantly corroded by the shadows.

There was a moment.

Brian seemed to see two powerful energy, one gold and one dark, and was in a crazy and fierce battle. Until the golden light completely swallowed up the darkness, his hanging heart fell peacefully.

The golden beech wood, which symbolizes the color-resistant scroll, was quietly destroyed under the confrontation of these two forces, turning into a golden lump the size of a palm, falling on the soft sand.

Brian walked over with a heavy expression and carefully stored the golden lump.

Although this set of scrolls was destroyed, its essence has not changed.

Because it is made from the skin of the Universe Snake, it is immune to all magical effects, including dissociation and other harmful magic.

Even if they can be hammered into a pile of unrecognizable things, this has happened many times in the history of color-resistant. Eventually, the magic of the scroll will reorganize its own lost fragments.

It is not impossible to recover after several years.
Chapter completed!