The silence continued.
The scarlet flame under Orr's hood kept jumping. It was thinking about everything the young man in front of it said just now, the tension at the beginning, and the subsequent mediation of order.
Something is wrong with this process.
Orr raised his head slightly and looked at the missing chain of order beside Luo Qing's hand, and the fire of his soul became more and more raging.
According to records, the intercession of the saints generally took place in several steps.
The first is to show their identity directly in front of you, and the second is to ask you to do things according to their ideas. If you listen to them, everything will be fine and nothing will happen.
If you don't listen, then you will have someone beat the disobedient one, and ask you to collect their lost wages, saying that your beating delayed their time. In the end, you will have to agree to the conditions they said in the first place. work.
This is not a piece of advice. There is something wrong with this saint.
Luo Qing was not in a hurry, and stood still when he was twenty meters away from the necromancer. He threw it lightly, and the power of the evil spirit slowly floated in front of the dazed Orr with a golden contract.
Luo Qing's tone was still gentle: "You can take a look at the content of the contract. This contract is for order. You just need to be sure. With the current degree of order restoration, there will be no test. Mr. Orr can 100% become Saints of Order.”
Al fumbled with the Necromantic Staff, and the scarlet soul fire began to fluctuate violently again, but his eyes unconsciously looked at the golden contract.
He suddenly thought of something, looked at Luo Qing and asked with some confusion: "According to records, the color of the contract represents the degree of trustworthiness, and gold has the best reputation. Yellow is the color that can only be used by saints of order. Why did you just The contract is orange? That seems to mean that we are on the verge of breaking the contract at any time."
The gentleness on Luo Qing's face froze, otherwise why would he suddenly change the contract? Order is a real dog. It even labels its own people. Is it so selfless?
Luo Qing thought about these things, raised his hand, and the weapon of destruction appeared next to him, staring at Orr silently.
Before the necromancer could make any move, Luo Qing said calmly: "I made this thing."
Orr:.
Its soul fire flashes crazily, and its unrest can be felt from the frequency. After all, being stared at by a weapon of destruction is really not that pleasant.
But fortunately, before it could overreact, Luo Qing made the weapon of destruction disappear into the void.
Luo Qing spread his hands helplessly: "This thing is a little bit fierce, so the Order has lowered my credibility, but it's not a big problem. Tell me about your choice."
Al was silent. It looked at the golden contract in front of it, and then at the calm Luo Qing. After a long time, it seemed to figure out the key, and shook its head gently: "I belong to the undead, not the order."
Luo Qing was not surprised, and gentleness appeared on his face again: "There is no conflict. The undead can have the necromancer. It is the hometown of all the dead, but the order can be any living thing, including the dead."
"You can think about it, if all the order saints in the world help you find and repair the undead world, is it more promising than you, a mage, searching aimlessly?"
Orr was silent. It didn't like to talk in the first place, or in other words, none of the necromancers liked to talk. The fate of the Sky Evil Lone Star had destined them to be withdrawn.
It just looked at Luo Qing, and the slowly calming soul fire showed its attitude.
Luo Qing sighed and said gently: "Mr. Orr, you know, the current balance is not as stable as you think. Before the upper limit of the balance is restored to the root, there will be no large-scale plane recovery, unless you You can destroy the shadows and replace them with undead, but can you?"
The soul fire in Orr's eyes flickered again for a while, and then he slowly shook his head: "Fragments can also be used, first make the king, and then think of a way."
Luo Qing got closer again and could vaguely see something under Orr's hood. This was a very dangerous distance, at least for a necromancer.
However, Orr did not expel the boy in front of him, because the scarlet flames in his eyes told him that none of the words spoken by this saint were deception, and that he approached him with sincerity.
Even speaking to him on behalf of the entire Order Saints group, to be honest, Orr felt a bit honored.
Because according to records, there were three sources of order. In contrast, they even crushed the entire world of the dead. If a war started, the pure dead had no chance of winning.
Therefore, for the Saint of Order, even if the order is now declining, it will still give some face. This is why Luo Qing dared to look down on it, but it did not directly turn against it.
"Mr. Orr, I have already explained my responsibilities to you, so please take a look at this thing." Luo Qing said gently, reaching out to recall the golden contract, and then pulled out the orange contract from the void with his backhand. Passed it to Al.
Orr was silent and did not stop the contract from approaching. After this period of buffering, it also figured out the saint's intention.
One of the two contracts must be signed, otherwise the two will have to fight, and only one can leave alive.
Although it was sure of winning, the gun and the auras of the other Order Saints made it a little uncertain.
When the orange contract came to his eyes, Al watched silently.
【contract.
The necromancer Orr must not destroy the existing world order, cause large-scale killings in the human race, cooperate with the original demons, or summon a large number of evil spirits in the human territory.
Saint of Order Luo Qing, representing all current Saints of Order, tries his best to help Orr find and repair the world of the dead in his limited time.
The Order Saint Luo Qing once again represents all the current Order Saints and formally establishes a friendship with the Necromancer Orr. Without violating the original intention and order, both parties should help each other until the world of the dead is completely revived.
Violators will be punished by the order. 】
After reading this long list, as well as the generous conditions offered by Luo Qing, Orr looked at Luo Qing with some confusion: "Can you represent all the saints of order?"
Luo Qing thought about Ye Doctor's gentleness and elegance, and nodded decisively: "Of course, otherwise the moment the contract is signed, I will be judged by the order. You know, except for those sixteen, no one can violate the order, even if It’s the same with broken order.”
Orr was silent again. The order cannot be violated. That is because every contract is signed in the soul. It is like actively handing over the weak points of the soul to the order for binding. If it is violated, the soul will be destroyed directly.
And those sixteen are the original demons and immortal gods.
They are all existences with immortal souls, which cannot be erased by the power of the order. This is also the fundamental reason why the order cannot control them at all.
In other words, the saint in front of me has already shown his utmost sincerity, and there are no pitfalls. It would be rude to refuse again.
After thinking for a long time, Orr stopped groping for the staff that was more than 1.8 meters tall, and gave Luo Qing an extremely complicated look. He did not expect that the legendary robber could be so sincere now. All saints of order, the world of the dead should not be What's the problem?
Under Orr's broad black sleeves, a bone-white palm was revealed. He sighed about these things in his mind, and the bone-white palm slowly pressed on the contract.
The vastness of order was revealed behind Luo Qing in an instant, and the orange contract slowly disappeared into nothingness. A trace representing order deep in the souls of the two people instantly formed, giving people a slight sense of restraint. But it disappeared quickly, as if nothing happened.
But they all know that the treaty just now has been formed, and the necromancers and the saints of order will be comrades-in-arms until the world of the dead is completely restored.
Al stood up, and the Bone Throne behind him quickly merged into the void. It looked at Luo Qing, the scarlet flames in its eyes slowly disappeared, and its entire facial features were hidden under the robe, making it look a little more mysterious.
"You haven't evolved an evil spirit yet. Do you need help?"
Al's voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to imagine a soft voice in his mind, because he felt that he was the one who owed favors in this contract, so he wanted to make up for it as much as possible.
Luo Qing paused, and an inexplicable fluctuation flashed in his eyes. Is this necromancer so sincere? If you examine the topic carefully, it should be impossible to have such contradictory emotions.
After thinking about it, Luo Qing shook his head decisively and said with a smile: "I don't want to give up my identity as a human unless I can live with Mr. Orr."
Al nodded and fell silent. He didn't know what to say for a moment. If what he said today were placed forty thousand years ago, it would not be possible to finish it in a hundred years.
Luo Qing smiled, and just as he was about to say something, waves of justice swept across the audience. Luo Qing and Orr turned to look north at the same time, with surprise in their eyes.
"god"
The hoarse voice revealed the source of the fluctuations. Luo Qing's eyes became solemn. He looked at the sky and murmured in surprise: "This continent is guarded by gods."
A breeze blew by, stirring up some yellow sand. Under the moonlight, lights in the distant city lit up, as if ordinary people were confirming the crisis that might have been overcome.
The solemnity in Luo Qing's eyes gradually dissipated. He didn't know what the Holy Lord was planning, but now it seemed that the Holy Lord was going to fail. I hope he wouldn't jump over the wall in a hurry. The Necromancer was not comparable to the legend of the evil dragon clan.
"Mr. Orr, are you interested in following me to meet the legendary Source Demon?" Luo Qing suddenly said, breaking the immersion in the desert.
Al paused, and his hoarse and unpleasant voice was full of surprise: "Yuan Demon has revived?"
"Yes, maybe you don't know, but I think Legend should be able to feel the atmosphere of the Year of Disaster. This year is the Year of the Dragon, the stage of the capital city." Luo Qing explained with a smile.
Al was silent for a while, as if he was feeling something. Soon after, he opened his eyes and was surprised that there really was a disaster year!
"Can.."
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Monkey Valley.
In a ridiculous scene, Dad was lying on a rocking chair basking in the distorted scarlet sun, while sheep were playing and grazing in the distance.
Although the overall look is a bit weird, it also looks peaceful and leisurely.
"Oh, it's so leisurely."
Suddenly, an old and peaceful voice broke the peace and scared some sheep away.
The father who was counting the sheep paused and shouted very dissatisfied: "Hey~ who scared away the father's sheep?"
"You turn around and look?"
The voice continued to sound, making Dad feel familiar for a while, but Dad turned around decisively and looked to the other side, turning his back to the voice and said: "Dad is not looking. Dad is tired and needs to rest. There is one more thing. Dad doesn’t want to know who you are now, so don’t even think about threatening Dad.”
"Tired" the voice murmured, and said with some emotion: "Yes, but... Tired, do you really not care about the outside world? The Holy Lord has already taken away the magic power of the Holy Blood Wizard, as well as the knowledge reserves, It’s enough to make the Holy Master step into a legend.”
"What does that have to do with dad?" Dad still didn't turn around and shouted impatiently: "Dad just wants to be an ordinary antique shop owner. Dad doesn't want to care about this. Dad is very tired. Didn't you hear? ?"
The voice was silent for a long time, and his voice became a little helpless: "You have changed too."
"Dad has never changed. He just wants to rest. You can leave." He said lightly: "Dad is just an old man who is about to decay, not a hero who saves the world!"
In the distance, the sheep seemed to sense that there was no danger, and tentatively jumped here. After realizing that there was really no danger, they resumed their leisurely behavior, jumping and playing on the grass.
Tap tap, tap tap.
The sound of soft footsteps came, which was very rhythmic and made people feel irritated at the same time.
Dad suddenly turned around and shouted loudly: "Oh~ you didn't hear it"
His voice stopped suddenly, and emotions such as shock, surprise, bewilderment, and disbelief appeared in Dad's eyes.
He sat up and murmured in a very complicated tone: "Master, you are here again."
In front of my father's eyes was an old man with a white beard and white eyebrows, no hair, less than 1.6 meters tall, and a stooped waist.
This is the legendary Master Fang, who died in the hands of Daolong four years ago.
"I still remember when you argued with me about whether the world's magic power level should be restored. You didn't understand why there was a big purge after the war to eliminate all ghosts and monsters. It seems that it was because of this that you ran away in anger, right?" Master Fang said with some emotion. Said.
He looked at the weird scene in front of him, brushed a slowly flying fish, and murmured: "Isn't this world exactly what you dreamed of now?"
Dad was stunned. He thought of twenty years ago, when his hair was still black and he had an endless argument with his master.
The point of view is precisely this. Master Fang wants to continue Lope's practice of blindly sealing dark creatures, trying to accelerate the world's regression, and even degenerate into a demon-free era.
Because only then can the human race live in peace and stability as it did three months ago, and this world can truly belong to the human race.
Dad's view is completely opposite. He advocates restoring the world. He always believes that human beings should not live without knowing anything as they do now. 99.99% of human beings do not even know the true history of the world.
They are protected, just like fish living in a fish tank. Although they can live in a corner and live without despair, they will never be able to witness the vastness of the sea and the waves of the waves.
Ancient times, antiquity, turmoil, the sun god, Dayu, and darkness. After each era, the human race has never retreated, and has even slaughtered all hostile races to reach the position of world hegemony.
The predecessors were able to fight their way out of the age of gods and demons, so why do future generations still fear those losers?
In my father's heart, humans have never been a race that needs to be kept in captivity. The human race can withstand the test of blood and fire. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future!
This kind of argument obviously can't convince anyone. When Master Fang asked Dad to come down the mountain, Dad was stunned. Maybe it was because of his anger at that time, or maybe it was something else. Dad didn't even look back. I went abroad and didn't come back until recently.
Recalling all the previous scenes, Dad looked around blankly, when was it?
When did he forget his previous philosophy?
Yes, it was the state where I had not made any progress in the ten years since I had been down the mountain. It was also the despair I felt when the news of my teacher’s death came four years ago. I seemed to have become numb.
I already somewhat understand the teacher's philosophy. There seems to be nothing wrong with being ordinary. It is better than anything else if everyone is safe.
He often thought about how great it would be for the teacher to be alive. He began to subconsciously defend the ideas that were in conflict with him at the time. He began to not want the stone statue of the Holy Lord to collapse, and wanted the end of the Dharma to continue.
"Teacher," the father said in vain. He lowered his head and murmured, not knowing what to say.
Master Fang's face showed kindness. He patted his father on the shoulder, with a hint of pride in his voice: "I have been looking at you, and you make me feel proud."
The father was startled, raised his head, then lowered his head again, looked at the lawn and murmured: "I don't deserve your pride."
"How could it be? The Holy Lord, the Lich, the Mirror God, the Demon Dragon... each of the demons has revived. When did you not rush in front?" Master Fang said gently.
"You are the best. No one is perfect. People's ideas are always changing."
Master Fang sighed with emotion: "The changes in the world have proved that you were the right one once, but I am always getting old."
Dad suddenly raised his head and looked at Master Fang in disbelief. He actually heard his teacher admitting his mistake?
But then he shook his head: "No, teacher, I was wrong. World peace is really good. I have experienced war, but I still stubbornly think that human beings are willing to experience blood and fire. This is my selfishness. If I had Not leaving."
"It's not your fault." Master Fang shook his head slightly, interrupting his father's words: "I remember what I told you last time in your dream, I died voluntarily, otherwise, even if Daolong It’s tricky, but I can walk away without dying in his hands.”
"It is indeed Daolong." Dad murmured, his eyes were very complicated. He thought of Luo Qing, if the hatred continues
Master Fang was startled, then smiled helplessly. A stone chair appeared behind him, and in front of him appeared a stone table, a stone tablet, and the scent of tea.
"Sit down, do you want to hear the origin of my concept of pursuing a demon-free era?" Master Fang asked gently.
Dad was stunned, sat opposite Master Fang, and murmured again: "The origin?"
"Yes, the origin." Master Fang raised his hand, and a teapot appeared. The fragrance of green tea began to spread in this weird world, making the surrounding sheep eager to try it, as if they also wanted to taste the tea.
"When I was very young, um, around thirteen years old, I was my master at that time, who was also your master."
Master Fang fell into deep thought and slowly began to narrate: "At that time, Mount Tai was still the number one holy place for spiritual practice in the world. Your master was preparing to conduct a world-wide cleansing to clean up some of the evil spirits and monsters that had spawned. Also re-strengthen the seals in various places."
"At that time, your master was the best in the world in terms of magic power level. This kind of cleanup was unstoppable."
"But he said I was too young and didn't take me with him. He just opened the library to me and said that he would inspect it when he comes back."
Master Fang smiled, took a sip of tea and said: "Our Taishan lineage actually collects a lot of books. I found something in the collection that surprised me, and it was that thing that made me have this goal. "
"What?" Dad couldn't help but ask.
Master Fang put down his tea cup and said with some admiration in his eyes: "Lope's autobiography!"
"Lopé's Autobiography," the father murmured, looking up in confusion: "If I remember correctly, I also read the autobiography when you were still here. There is nothing special about it."
Master Fang looked at his father, smiled and said, "I know, so I let you go down the mountain."
Dad was startled and asked subconsciously: "Why?"
"Your master can see it, and I can see it, but you can't see it. This shows that Lope's plan did not include your generation, so there is no need for you to understand."
Master Fang was also a little confused when he said: "It's just that everything is progressing steadily, but after this disaster year, everything has changed, and the Saints of Order have actually begun to recover."
Dad looked at Master Fang and was a little stunned. Why couldn't he understand all of a sudden? What arrangement?
As if sensing his father's doubts, Master Fang came back to his senses and described in a gentle tone:
"In fact, there is nothing magical about that autobiography. The only difference is a rune left by Lopez. In that rune, the great layout of this Saint Seiya is hidden."
"Lopé was a great man. At that time, he was the steward of the Holy Lord and managed the Holy Lord's kingdom, but because of this, he actually had very little time to learn magic."
"Everything was supposed to develop steadily like this, with evil dragons always occupying the world, but a bloodline called Saints awakened in Lope, who was still a butler at the time."
"This power is full of hope and very special. Lope secretly accumulated power, and while the Holy Lord was chasing down some strong men who refused to obey him, he found the targeted magic from the ancient gods."
"I gave him a great gift when the Holy Lord returned to the kingdom."
"At this point, it seems that it is just a story about a brave man who sealed the evil dragon, but after Lope disintegrated the Holy Lord's empire, he had an idea."
Master Fang couldn't help but take a sip of tea, and without waiting for his father to ask questions, he said with some admiration: "He wants all races to withdraw from the stage of history! Including the original gods and demons!"
The father was stunned for a moment, and there was an incredible murmur in his eyes: "How is this possible? Every time a demon disappears, a new one will appear."
Master Fang looked at his father gently and continued to narrate:
"It seems to echo the behavior of our ancestors in purging other races, but his thoughts need to be clearer. What he wants is not a demon-free era. In fact, what your master and I want is not pure demon-free."
"What we are pursuing is..." A hint of pride appeared in Master Fang's eyes: "Incorporating balance into the human race!"
"Let the human race be completely bound to the world. If the human race is strong, the world will be strong. If the human race is weak, the world will be weak!"
Ignoring the shocked look in his father's eyes, Master Fang continued: "We don't know if our ancestors had the same idea. Maybe Lope also knew something about the ancestors' plans, and then inherited their will."
"But what we know is that with the balance then, we couldn't do that, so the world had to continue to get weaker."
"Only if we are weak, we may be able to enter the ideal era. By then, it may only be a confrontation between mages and wizards, rather than a confrontation between races."
"That's why after Lope turned the Holy Lord into stone, he never thought of sending him back to hell, and the eleven noble animals also became the seals of the spell, and even became Lope's own original power."
"All this is to allow the Holy Lord to occupy the position of black energy and make the world continue to weaken."
"My death is also based on this." The confusion in Master Fang's eyes appeared again:
"According to the plan, the world has indeed degenerated to a senior level and has completely entered the Age of Ending Law. According to the arrangements of the teacher and I, the magic power will indeed explode in the disaster years, but it should continue to weaken after that, even in the human race in recent years. It should be able to carry black energy, such as Daolong."
"What's the problem?"
The low murmur made the shock in the father's eyes get bigger and bigger, so Master Fang really had a thorough plan for Daolong. All of this was to kick something out of the game.
At this moment, Dad deeply felt the wisdom of the ancients and the shock of this inheritance.
Would the Saints have succeeded without Order?
"Why?" Dad asked. Everything around him was changing. The original leisurely pastoral scene was disappearing. The sheep turned into books and the grass turned into stones. The place was changing at an extremely fast speed. It became a library.
Master Fang knew what his father was asking. He smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? Lopez's plan did not reach your generation."
"And, judging from the current results, maybe you are right. We should have found the Holy Lord and sent him to hell to make the balance of the world move. Maybe everything would be different."
Master Fang sighed with emotion: "Obviously, now that Lope's plan has failed, you can pick up your ideals."
"Think about it now" Master Fang murmured: "What you said is actually right. So many eras have passed and the human race has become the world's hegemon. Perhaps the human race has never been afraid of competition. We won before, and we will continue to do so now. Let’s win.”
His whispers gradually drifted away, and his figure also faded. Dad's expression changed: "Master, where are you going?"
He stretched out his hand to grab something, but his grasp was empty. Dad stared blankly at the familiar study room and fell completely silent listening to Master Fang's last words.
"I need to think about it carefully. You have to give me some time. We will meet when I figure it out. So now I have to rely on you to support me and let me think about it."
When Master Fang disappeared completely, the books in the library suddenly burst into green light, and a strong aura of justice erupted.
Wave after wave of green energy continued to pour into his body, and the realm barrier that imprisoned him was crumbling in an instant, and he was about to step into the Magister at any time.
"teacher"
Dad felt a little stunned as he felt the familiar yet unfamiliar energy around him.
His master has become a god, but now that he has given him divine power, is he about to fall into a deep sleep?
At this time, the outside world, high in the sky
Xiaoyu, who was above the clouds, looked at the huge monkey mountain range with shock in her eyes. It was hard to imagine that such a large stone statue was the product of thousands of years ago.
"Dad?"
Xiaoyu, who was looking at the stone statue, let out a low exclamation. She saw the Holy Lord sitting cross-legged, absorbing the huge black energy, and she also saw the father who was motionless, with only his head exposed.
There was something wrong with Dad at this time. He had his eyes closed and his head drooped, motionless, as if...
Anxiety appeared on Xiaoyu's face as she thought about it. She looked at the state of the Holy Lord, and a peach wood staff appeared in her hand, quietly flying downwards.
Logically speaking, the approach of an apprentice-level person should be instantly sensed.
But the strange thing is that the Holy Master is still sitting cross-legged, and the official magician not far away from him does not respond.
Xiaoyu quietly flew behind the Holy Master, raised the mahogany staff, and was about to smash it down.
But the next moment, the Holy Master turned back sharply, his scarlet eyes filled with demonic energy as he stared at Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu froze, and she smiled awkwardly: "Uh hey, I said I was passing by, do you believe it?"
The demonic energy in the Holy Lord's eyes became more and more abundant, and even formed two purple-black ribbons connecting the Stone Monkey Mountain at his feet, frantically absorbing the magic power from the Holy Blood Wizard.
A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and the flames in his mouth were building up, as if a puff of dragon flame would burn her to ashes at any time.
But at this moment, Xiaoyu's staff swung down violently, and a powerful wave of justice erupted, instantly hitting the Holy Master on the head.
boom!
There was a violent impact, and the Holy Lord was knocked away, and the flames in his mouth sprayed directly beside the magician.
The magician froze. He rolled his eyes in fear of death. His movements, which had not changed at all since his father fell near him, gradually softened and he fell on top of the stone monkey.
The Holy Lord stabilized his figure in mid-air, with anger in his eyes. How dare she, a young apprentice, still think she is in the state of the Shadow Queen?
The Holy Lord turned around and stared at Xiaoyu with his eyes fixed on him. The powerful aura on his body erupted again. Large swaths of golden fire clouds arrived in the sky, covering the bright moon and giving people a strong sense of oppression.
"You're looking for death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of white dragon flames came out of the Holy Master's mouth without hesitation, and the hot breath swept everything in an instant, causing the space to be slightly distorted.
Fear appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes. She raised her staff in front of her. She had no time to do anything to stop her. She could only shout in horror: "Dad, help!"
The words just fell.
Buzz~
The powerful breath of justice burst out violently, and the righteous energy between heaven and earth began to gather, defeating the Holy Lord's flame almost instantly.
The Holy Lord was stunned and turned his head. The father, who was supposed to have his hearing, vision, and sound blocked, somehow broke free from the shackles of the stone monkey and looked at him expressionlessly.
There was a sparkle in those cloudy eyes, and it was not a state of being deprived.
Dad spoke slowly, with a somewhat cold tone: "Devil, come and fight Dad!"
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