It was almost dawn, and except for Niya who ran to a room that was not affected, no one else was sleepy. An Fei, Susanna, and Chris were whispering in the corridor, while Silanberg was standing upstairs. In the courtyard below, looking at the slightly bright east, I prayed quietly. Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Many people know the truth behind it, but there are not many people who can really keep this sentence in mind and practice it. The top experts in the world may rely on their own strength to excel. It takes a lot of talent to get to this point, but they have one basic point and something in common, that is hard work!
There will be no pie in the sky. Even if he is born with huge power, if he does not work hard and take down-to-earth steps, he will never become one of the strongest. Sometimes the world is fair. , although he can rely on power to make up for his shortcomings, but that is just making up for it.
Jerofik, the commander of the Allison Empire's Storm Legion, was a powerful figure when he was young. Apart from Ernest and Philip, he was the youngest when he entered the ranks of great swordsmen. However, after becoming famous, he lost all his talents. He focused on power and skills, and retreated instead of advancing in cultivation. So when Ernest challenged him, he knew he was outmatched and resorted to despicable means. On the other hand, when An Fei entered this world, he was completely knocked back to his prototype. With his tenacious perseverance, he started from scratch. In just a few years, he became a character again. Although this is inseparable from the ancestral internal skills he cultivated, without diligence, no matter how wonderful things are, they will not be able to play their due role in the hands of lazy people.
"Hey." An Fei touched Susanna with his arm.
"What's wrong?"
"Help me take out the fallen angel crest." An Fei whispered while looking at Silanberg downstairs.
"Fallen Angel Crest?" Chris exclaimed.
"Damn...please keep your voice down!" An Fei said anxiously.
"Rude!" Chris said dissatisfiedly.
"What do you want that for?" Susanna looked surprised.
"I'm just curious, take a look and put it back."
"Oh." Susanna nodded, turned around and walked towards the package under the wall. In fact, she is neither stupid nor stupid. On the contrary, she was very alert, but when she was with An Fei, she seemed too lazy to think for herself. She always does what An Fei says, never hesitating, of course, except during sex.
"Is there really a fallen angel emblem?" Chris came over and asked in a lowered voice. This time he learned to be careful.
"Yeah." An Fei said slowly: "Do you know this thing?"
"I know. It's a very touching story." Chris sighed.
At this time, Susanna had almost reached the package, but turned around and walked back with a look of helplessness on her face.
"What's wrong?"
"There is a seal."
"You are a high-level swordsman, can't you break the seal?"
"Can destroy!" Susanna couldn't help but roll her eyes at An Fei: "What are you thinking?"
An Fei understood that damage can be done, but no one can repair it, and there is no guarantee that when the seal is damaged, it can be hidden from Silanberg's induction.
"Heh, I was thinking about something else just now..." An Fei smiled self-deprecatingly: "Chris. Let's talk about the fallen angel crest."
"Ahem...do you know the origin of undead magic?" Chris cleared his throat, pretending to be going into a long speech.
"You didn't create it anyway." An Fei said angrily.
"Be serious, An Fei." Susanna smiled and gave An Fei a push.
Chris pretended not to hear what An Fei said: "It is said that in the distant era of the war of gods, an angel fell in love with a princess. The name of that angel... I can't remember it clearly."
"Old old! In those distant days of creation. I also fell in love with a beautiful princess, and together with Susanna..."
"I'm not a princess." Susanna's face turned red.
"Do you want to hear what I have to say?" Chris looked a little distressed: "If you don't want to hear it, I'm going to take a rest. No one is here to watch you flirting."
"Go on, go ahead, I'm just trying to liven up the atmosphere." An Fei said with a smile. He had a vague feeling just now that Silanberg had woken up from praying and could still hear their conversation, so he deliberately He added a sentence to show his carelessness.
"Legendary stories are all old-fashioned, but this story should be somewhat true." Chris explained: "Later, the princess died in the war. When the angel arrived from heaven, the princess's bones were already mixed in. Among the countless skeletons, it was impossible to identify them. He was so distraught that he was unwilling to admit this fact. In the end, he even gave up his faith. He believed that the God of Light started the war and everything he suffered was caused by the God of Light."
"In order to make my lover reappear in
Before, he released the god-level resurrection technique on the ruins of the battlefield. Maybe he was full of resentment, maybe after betraying the God of Light, the power of light also betrayed him, or maybe there were too many skeletons to inherit the magic. All the skeletons on the site have become living beings, but they are soulless beings. "
"You...are you talking nonsense? Are they zombies created by light magic?" An Fei said dumbfounded.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Chris said dissatisfied: "That angel couldn't find out who his lover was, but he didn't give up hope. He stayed with those weird beings all day long, constantly searching. , as time went by, those beings gradually developed wisdom, and finally his lover finally returned to his original form, but looking at it now, his lover has turned into a lich."
"The God of Light learned what the angel had done and was furious. He sent down divine punishment and smashed all the things that should not have appeared into powder, but the angel and his lover did not disappear. They turned into a spar. From one side, it can be seen , is a male fallen angel with black wings, and from the other side, he turns into a female fallen angel. Countless years later, an ordinary person accidentally picked up a spar, and he made it into a coat of arms , and later happened to obtain the memory of the angel, and just like that, undead magic appeared."
"Are you talking about the fallen angel crest we found?"
"Definitely not." Chris shook his head: "In order to commemorate their founder, the necromancers use coats of arms to represent themselves. Those who hold male fallen angel coats of arms are usually their elders, or very powerful ones. Necromancers, those who hold the female fallen angel crest are all second-level necromancers, and they are the backbone of the necromancers."
"So, Nanna is a very powerful necromancer?" An Fei asked in surprise.
"Yes." Chris nodded: "I know what you are suspecting, but I also don't understand. Nanna's physical condition is not good and he cannot practice magic and fighting spirit. Why can he become a necromancer? Is it the necromantic magic? Is it fundamentally different from other types of magic?"
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"Only a necromancer can answer this question." An Fei shrugged.
"Yes, only those who have mastered the magic of necromancy can understand what is going on." Chris said helplessly.
"How come I haven't heard of this legend?" Susanna opened her eyes wide.
"This is what I saw from the police, ****!" Chris said with a bit of complacency in his eyebrows, "I think I spent a lot of effort to find those books."
"It would be nice if we could get to know each other earlier." An Fei smiled.
"What's the meaning?"
"I used to like watching ** too."
"Really? Then what have you seen?" Chris said with sympathy on his face.
"Have you read "A Girl's Heart?" What An Fei was talking about was actually a pornographic book that was circulated among students in the late 1980s and early 1990s. At that time, no one dared to print such a book. Manuscripts copied spontaneously by students.
"A girl's heart?" Chris thought for a moment and asked with interest: "What kind of story is it?"
“The story of creating life.”
"Heaven...is it a creation legend?" Chris couldn't help but exclaimed, and Susanna's eyes also lit up. Both of them were novices. How could they have imagined that An Fei was so dirty? The so-called creation of life is the creation of small things. People.
"Absolutely." An Fei was surprised by Chris's imagination.
"Tell us quickly." Chris said urgently. His thirst for knowledge seemed to be no worse than An Fei's.
"A long time ago, I saw Susanna..." An Fei came again.
"Go!" Chris waved his hand.
"An Fei, you don't have anything serious!" Susanna rolled her eyes at An Fei with half shame and half anger.
An Fei smiled, how could he be serious now? Silanberg has slowly walked up.
"An Fei, don't keep tempting people. Have you seen it?"
"Of course I have, I can swear to it." An Fei sighed and changed the subject: "Did you see the stars in the sky? What do you think they are?"
"Stars?" Chris, who has always been knowledgeable and talented, seemed a little embarrassed at this moment: "There are countless theories, but no one theory can convince everyone."
"Stars should be free souls...didn't the legendary hero San Blanco turn into stars?" Susanna said with a longing look on her face.
"You are wrong. The stars are the tears of compassion from the God of Light." Silamberger stepped into the corridor and said with a smile: "The story Chris just told is also wrong!"