"Phil!!"
Ilya had already forgotten how long she hadn't had a dream.
But this time, she clearly remembered the happy days when she was a child, and the knight attendant who always followed her.
Unfortunately, the other party has completely died.
This kind of pain, even if she killed Rich with her own hands, could not alleviate it in the slightest.
She put on a gorgeous and noble magic robe and walked out of the mage tower.
It didn't take long before Taklaw came to her: "Sorry... Rich added various anti-detection magic to his 'Horcrux', I can't find the location of his Horcrux..."
As long as the horcruxes are not destroyed, the lich will never die.
Even if Elijah killed Rich once, as long as the other party's Horcrux was not found, one day, the other party would return from death.
"It's okay, as long as he dares to appear, I will kill him, again!"
Ilya replied with a cold voice.
Taklaw frowned, feeling that after this trip to the north, Ilya had changed a little.
In fact, the changes brought about by being promoted to a sixth-level magister are similar to those of becoming a lich, except that there are not so many negative emotions.
But because it has too much power, it is also easy to lose control!
"Ilya, you know, I've been..."
Taklaw took a deep breath, affectionately and authentically.
"Feel sorry… "
Yi Liya's eyes moved, but she refused directly: "I just want to climb to the peak of magic right now, without considering other things..."
"No… "
Looking at the back of her leaving resolutely, Taklaw felt that his heart had been stabbed severely: "Could it be... the person you have always liked is Phil?"
…
Nether Empire, Magic Calendar, 120 years.
With the accumulation of time, magic has gradually penetrated into life, and every citizen of the empire proudly declares himself a 'Nesser citizen' and is proud to be a magician.
And one after another, legendary magisters are constantly being born.
Every magister will build his own floating city.
One after another, floating cities rose up one after another, spreading all over the entire continent. According to the final statistics, it has already exceeded the 300 mark.
Taklaw also entered the realm of a sixth-level magister due to the feedback from the magic net.
At a conference of magicians, Ilya proudly announced: "Magic is the true meaning of everything, and magicians have taken control of the world! Everyone... let us cheer together!"
But secretly, Ilya revealed her worries to Taklaw: "Although the sixth layer of the magic net has been completed with the help of hundreds of magisters, the seventh layer... is far away!"
"This is a brand new field." Taklaw can only comfort him in this way: "Perhaps... it will take more than 500 years of accumulation..."
"No, as the master of the magic net, I can feel that it will take far more than 500 years to build the seventh layer of the magic net and make it a 'rule' with the spiritual power and belief of a magician. Maybe we Thousands of years of life, can not wait until that day."
Ilya replied with a wry smile, her expression gradually becoming firm: "We need a new obelisk!"
Taklaw was shocked: "You forgot my prophecy, did you still have the teacher's reminder?"
"I think... my magical empire and I are ready now." Ilya replied.
Hearing this, Taklaw couldn't help being silent, and after a long time, he sighed faintly.
…
"Finally... After reaching the glory, are you going to start playing dead?"
Looking at this scene, Sulu also sighed.
The obelisk of the Zerg, from the ancient continent, those rulers and old gods.
Among them, the first twelve pieces are alright, just recording some mysterious information. After research by Zerg and humans, it was transformed into the practice of 'strings' and 'runes', and two extraordinary systems of extraordinary warriors and magicians were born.
But the thirteenth obelisk is different!
Its appearance itself represents ominous!
It was an item brought out from the Devil's Great Trench by the Zerg King who lost his army and paid a huge price.
There is even information left by the old gods on it, recording the ritual of communicating with the ruler of dreams—the old god Montage! With the power of terrifying pollution!
As a result, the Zerg race was polluted and fell into bloody sacrifices and crazy worship. In the end, the whole race died together, and only a very small number of members transformed into pure spiritual life, becoming the great race—Spot.
"This time, is it human's turn?"
Sulu thought indifferently: "However, 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 was an extremely long process.
"Then... as you wish!"
Sulu stared at Ilya, and slowly uttered a sentence.
The obelisk was born with His will and became very "orderly". The thirteenth obelisk full of pollution has never been found.
But now, it can be born.
…
Under the will of the Magic Emperor, the entire empire is like a precision machine, moving quickly.
All the Zerg relics have been excavated, even digging three feet into the ground. The magicians formed an adventure team, constantly looking for new relics from the ocean and the mainland.
They inadvertently measured the depths of entire continents and even oceans.
Only the Devil's Great Trench, because it has become more and more dangerous, even the fifth and sixth-level magisters can't get close, and it has become a few unknown places.
The secrets of the lost continent, the legends of the old gods and creators, are still buried there.
In a tropical rainforest.
Three floating cities descended suddenly, covering the sky and the sun.
"Magister Darby, please first!"
Three legendary magisters flew down together with many magicians.
Among them, as the first generation's personal apprentice, Darby undoubtedly became the leader.
"Um!"
At this time, Darby is the image of a white-haired old man, but he is full of energy, with silver lightning wrapped around his body, standing in the void, like a god high above, overlooking the tribe below.
It can be seen that the other party is very primitive, the tent is set up with thatch and wooden frames, and the members are dressed in animal skins, which feels a bit like drinking blood.
"Primitive tribe, why do such savages still exist?"
He frowned.
"My lord... After the investigation by the vanguard of the adventure team, this place should be a remnant of an old empire, which fled into the tropical rainforest, and gradually degenerated due to being cut off from civilization..."
Next to it, a magician immediately bowed and answered: "Not only that...they also mastered some bloody sacrificial methods, which gave birth to a very mysterious 'witchcraft'. Our people traced the clues from this aspect... The thirteen obelisks, the treasures of civilization, should be in this area!"
"The obelisk is the truth of magic and should not be held by savages!"
Darby raised his staff coldly.
next moment!
Terrible meteor fire rain fell from the sky, drowning the primitive tribe...