Three days later, the original site of Tianqian Canyon.

Half a month has passed since the end of the holy war, but this ruin still has no grass. A few people will come to visit you from afar, but most of the time people hide far away! As long as you think that this was once the nest of an evil wizard, it will always make people uncomfortable, and no one wants to get into bad luck!

But in the evening, an old figure appeared in the middle of the ruins.

This person is Pope Arnold...

As time passed, the sun gradually set, the air became cool little by little, and the Pope always stood here, as if it turned into a sculpture. It was not until the moon rose high that he suddenly started to whisper.

"Come out and meet?"

He was talking to the air, and the ruins were not moving.

But the Pope didn't care. He looked at the canyon filled with sand, soil, and gravel, as if he was talking to an old friend: "Murphy, I know you are here... Others may not understand you. It was obvious that after two hundred years, why didn't you enjoy life well, but ran to a canyon where birds don't shit and dig hard..."

"But I understand... you want to go back to the abyss!"

"As a demon turned into by humans, the abyss is your real home..."

"But it's not easy to go back. Every fixed time and space crack on the continent is guarded by guardians. If you want to return to the abyss without disturbing anyone, you can only find a place to dig hard... The legendary abyss is deep below, right?"

"Looking at the entire continent, the bottom of the Tianqian Canyon is almost the deepest place. It is the least difficult to continue digging down from here! So if you choose to be your old nest, even if you lose your body in the holy war, your soul will not be able to leave here. After all, this is your only hope."

Still no one answered.

The wet and cold night wind blew from all directions, blew the Pope's robe.

"I haven't come out yet? It seems that my invitation is not sincere enough..." The Pope slowly took out an old book from his arms, turned to one of the pages, and began to whisper.

"Warner Richard, born in 262 years of Carl's calendar, has shocked a generation of magic geniuses. He is known as the magician who is closest to the four legends since the 'Black Dragon Battle'..."

"The world only knows that his magic has puzzling power, and that elemental magic from each system can be easily picked up, but no one knows how he can do it... But it is generally recognized that Warner has the strength to surpass other sub-legends, and even one-to-many can not lose the upper hand!"

"Warner is a withdrawn and unsociable person. He likes to be alone, but acts upright. He traveled all over the mainland during his lifetime and eliminated countless difficult and powerful monsters. Therefore, he was respected as the 'hero Warner' by the people in many places... Until one day he disappeared! It is speculated that he fell when he was attacking some terrible monster. His followers regretted it, and his admirers cried for it..."

"But I found that there is something interesting." The pope smiled slightly and suddenly took out another book, titled "The Legend of the Dark Wizard". "The disappearance of the hero Warner was in the 318th year of the Carl calendar. Just two years later, that is, 320 years, a powerful evil wizard emerged, named Murphy Aldridge! This evil wizard is more powerful than the previous evil wizards, and can also be one-to-many at the sub-legacy level! The sub-legacy failed many times, and it was not until later that he became a public enemy of the mainland that he committed suicide early in a joint encirclement that could be called a net of heaven and earth..."

"Suppose I'm taking the liberty... Should I call you Murphy, or Warner?"

The night wind came to an abrupt end.

The air seemed to solidify, and the smile on the corner of the Pope's mouth became more obvious. He made a gesture of invitation and took a step back slightly.

A moment later, just where he was standing... a sloping black mist suddenly emerged from the cracks of the soil and gravel, and gradually condensed into a vague human form!

"How could you know my identity..." There was a sense of tension in the sharp voice.

"I smelled the abyss in you... Are you a human or a demon?" The hoarse voice was puzzled.

This sentence seemed to stimulate the Pope!

The old man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to know... Just tell me the causes and consequences of your becoming a demon back then... Otherwise, I don't mind letting your soul go away! Before I came, I did my homework and I know very well how you were resurrected - three points of the soul, avoiding the rules of dissipation, and reincarnation through animals, is it right?"

"You..." The black fog figure trembled.

"The soul has been split, and even if we get together again, it will no longer be perfect... I have a way to deal with defective products like you." The Pope let out a sinister threat.

"You made a deal, too?" The black fog figure finally understood something.

"answer the questions!"

"Okay, OK..." The sharp voice representing the desire to survive immediately compromised, "Don't do it, I'll tell you everything..."

After a long time, the conversation ended.

The gloomy look on the pope's face was heavier than when he was there, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

The black fog figure dared not say anything more, and turned into a sliver of sliver again, and quietly penetrated into the ground.

However, the ground that looked nothing unusual suddenly flashed a layer of golden light, like a reflection of a mirror wiping clean, and the black smoke was bounced back in an instant!

Only then can you see that, with the place where the two talked, a circle with a diameter of over a hundred meters appeared on the ground at some point.

"Are you plotting against me?!" The black fog figure screamed.

"No living person can know my secret." The pope's voice floated from afar, "The soul cannot be separated from my magic circle. Murphy, cherish the last moment. When the sun rises, everything will be over." As he said that, he walked further and further, and soon disappeared from the end of the black fog figure's sight.

"No! No! Let me go back! Let me go out!" The black fog hit the ground frantically, rushing left and right in the 100-meter circle, but it couldn't go out of the circle anyway. The sharp voice made a desperate cry! Unfortunately, the range of the ruins was much larger than that of the circle, and the circle itself seemed to have a sound-silence effect. Its scream was destined to be no one could hear it.

It was midnight, and the half-face sky in the east began to be brighter than the west.

"Knowledge... Contact knowledge..." The hoarse voice seemed to panic, "He is our only hope..."

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Jumo City, in an inconspicuous hotel.

Warner's soul with brown curly hair and charming smile was teaching Blanche's secrets to the eighth imperial star when suddenly his body blurred!

But Blanche was a little absent-minded and didn't notice this scene.

Warner's face soon became shocked, and he subconsciously looked to the north, guessing what happened... He and the two souls of "greed" and "survival" in the body of the quench wolf were originally one. Although he could not communicate with his spiritual power from a distance, he could convey simple emotions when encountering an emergency!

Just now, he felt a strong feeling of "anxious" and "fear"!

"Is there something dangerous?" Warner's face suddenly turned ugly.

He looked at the gray-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the bed and practicing seriously with a stone slab on her back. Half a month has passed since the body of the Queered Wolf was destroyed. The other two souls actually urged him to complete the body as soon as possible every day, but he has been delaying until now by the excuse that Blanche has not engraved enough stars and his body is not ready yet!

But the urging of so many days in the past has not been as strong as the sensation just now!

Warner's face became extremely entangled.
Chapter completed!