"Phil!!"

Iriya has forgotten how long it took for her to dream.

But this time, she clearly remembered the happy times of her childhood and the knight attendant who always followed her.

Unfortunately, the other party has completely died.

This kind of pain cannot be relieved even if she kills Ricci with her own hands.

She put on a gorgeous and noble magic robe and walked out of the Mage Tower.

Not long after, Taklau came to her: "Sorry... Ritchie added various anti-reconnaissance magic to his 'Horcrux', and I couldn't find his Horcrux position..."

As long as the soul weapon is not destroyed, it will never die.

Even if Iriya kills Ricci once, as long as the opponent's Horcrux is not found, one day the opponent will return from death.

"It's okay, as long as he dares to show up, I will kill him, again!"

Iriya replied in a cold voice.

Taklau frowned, feeling that after this trip to the north, Ilya changed a little more.

In fact, the changes brought about by being promoted to a level six magician are similar to those of transforming into a lich, but there are not so many negative emotions.

But because you have too strong power, you can easily get out of control!

"Yilya, you know, I've always..."

Taklau took a deep breath, feeling affectionate and authentic.

"Feel sorry……"

Yiliya's eyes moved, but she refused directly: "I just want to climb to the peak of magic now, and don't consider anything else..."

"No……"

Looking at her back as she left firmly, Taklau felt his heart be slashed: "Is it... the person you have always liked is Phil?"

...

Neser Empire, Magic Calendar, 120 years.

As time accumulates, magic gradually penetrates into life, and every citizen of the empire proudly declares himself "Nether citizen" and takes pride in becoming a magician.

And one legendary magician after another is also constantly born.

Every magician will build his own floating city.

One floating city after another rose one after another, spread throughout the continent. Finally, after statistics, it had exceeded 300 marks.

Taklau also entered the realm of a level six magician due to feedback from the Magic Net.

At a magician conference, Iriya proudly announced: "Magic is the true meaning of everything, the magician has controlled the world! Everyone... let's cheer together!"

But secretly, Ilya revealed his concerns to Taklau: "Although the sixth floor of the magic net has been improved with the assistance of hundreds of magicians, the seventh floor... is nowhere to go!"

"This is a completely new field." Talklaw could only comfort him like this: "Maybe... it will take more than 500 years of accumulation..."

"No, as the Lord of the Magic Net, I can feel that with the spiritual power and faith of the magician, it takes much longer than 500 years to build the seventh floor of the Magic Net and make it a 'rule'. Perhaps our thousand-year life span cannot wait for that day."

Iriya replied with a wry smile, her expression gradually becoming firm: "We need a new obelisk!"

Taklau was shocked: "Have you forgotten my prophecy and the teacher's reminder?"

"I think... my magic empire and I are ready now," Iriya replied.

Hearing this, Taklau couldn't help but remain silent. After a long time, he sighed quietly.

...

"After finally... reaching glory, are you going to start committing suicide?"

Sulu looked at this scene and sighed.

The obelisk of the Zerg comes from the ancient continent, those dominators and old gods.

Among them, the first twelve pieces are fine, but they only record some mysterious information. After research by Zergs and humans, they are transformed into the cultivation of "strings" and "runes", and two extraordinary systems of extraordinary warriors and magicians were born.

And the thirteenth obelisk is different!

Its appearance itself represents ominousness!

It is the items brought out from the Devil's Trench by the Zerg king who lost his troops and generals at a huge price.

There is even a message left by the old god, which records the ritual of communicating with the dream-dominated master of the old god Montic! It has a terrifying power of pollution!

The Zerg was contaminated and fell into bloody sacrifices and crazy worship. In the end, the entire clan disappeared together, and only a very small number of members transformed into pure spiritual life and became a great race - Sport.

"Is it human turn this time?"

Sulu thought indifferently: "But this is also a spur... As long as someone can be promoted to a god before destruction..."

After all, the madness and destruction of the Zerg are also an extremely long process.

"Then...as you wish!"

Sulu stared at Ilya and slowly spoke up.

The birth of the obelisk had His will and became very "order". The thirteenth obelisk, full of pollution power, had never been found.

But now, it can be born.

...

Under the will of the Magic Emperor, the entire empire was like a sophisticated machine, moving quickly.

All Zerg ruins were excavated, even three feet deep in the ground. The magicians formed an adventure team and kept looking for new ruins to the ocean and the mainland.

They unintentionally measured the depth of the entire continent and even the ocean.

Only the Devil's Trench, because it became more and more dangerous, could not even reach the level five or six magicians, and became a few unknown places.

The secrets of the Lost Continent, the legend of the Old God and the Creator, are still buried there.

In a tropical rainforest.

Three floating cities descended, covering the sky and the sun.

"Master Dami, please first!"

Three legendary magicians flew down with many magicians.

Among them, as the first personal apprentice, Dami undoubtedly became the leader.

"Um!"

At this time, Dami was the image of a gray-haired old man, but he was full of energy, with silver lightning wrapped around his body, standing in the void, like a god above, overlooking the tribe below.

It can be seen that the other party is very primitive, setting up a tent with thatch and wooden frames, and the members are wearing animal skins, which makes them feel like they eat raw meat and drink blood.

"How come there are such savages in the primitive tribe?"

He frowned.

"Sir... After investigation by the pioneer of the adventure team, this place should be a remnant of an old empire. He fled into the tropical rainforest and gradually degenerated due to his disconnection from civilization..."

Next to him, a magician bowed and replied: "Not only that... they also mastered some bloody sacrificial methods and gave birth to a very mysterious 'witchcraft'. Our people found clues from this aspect... The thirteenth obelisk, the treasure of civilization, should be in this area!"

"Obelisk is the truth of magic and should not be held by savages!"

Dami raised his staff coldly.

Next moment!
Chapter completed!