Vol 15 Chapter 30 croaking book

Does Sithone’s power support Carter to do this?

The answer is yes.

He Shenyan is very clear about what the Dark God Book can do – it is no exaggeration to say that if the Leziren he knew didn’t add so many cumbersome sacrifice conditions, the world might have to deal with coming here hundreds of times more. The demise of his power.

But then again, the Sithone he knew might not have the heart to destroy the world at all, otherwise he wouldn’t put a harsh sacrifice requirement in front of every powerful spell. For example, the requirements for the toenails of werewolves that have lived for more than a thousand years are confusing.

But the real question is never here, but why.

Why did Wanda let Carter slaughter that world?

He Shenyan continued to flip through his memories, and it took Carter three years to do so. He killed everyone, turned them all into brainless corpses manipulated by Sithone’s power, and then sacrificed them all to the Great Underworld God in the dark dimension.

If he only sees here, maybe he will only think that Sithone’s purpose is to increase his strength.

However, what happened next was somewhat unexpected.

Sithhorn didn’t want those powers.

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Strange hurried to South America. For the wizards of Kama Taj, this place has been an unruly land since ancient times. Due to the existence of large virgin jungles, the spirit of nature is particularly active here. They instinctively gather together to form a huge enchantment, which will refuse any spiritual exploration by mages.

Unless that person is strong enough to ignore their obstacles.

Strange is not one of them, there are probably only two people on the whole planet who can do this. One is his teacher, Gu Yi. The second is He Shenyan.

He had to use another way to achieve his goal, in order to search for the missing dark book.

Strange fell to the ground, and as soon as he got here, the jungle of South America gave him a blow. Large swathes of vines crawled out of the bushes, raising their bodies like some kind of snake, threatening him. Seeing this, Strange smiled bitterly.

He raised his right hand, and after a brief preparation the ancient spells of the Druin sect were used. Inspired and pulled by his spiritual power, his magic power gradually sank into the earth, by establishing a bridge that can communicate with the local spirit of nature.

“I have no malice, spirit of nature. I just came to find a book.”

“It’s not what you want.”

The spirit of nature’s answer was rather blunt, and Strange couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed by the last sentence it said before cutting the bridge of communication: “Leave, human, or we will kill all of you around you. Kind of revenge. Don’t bother us again!”

The Supreme Mage narrowed his eyes, and he has a good temper most of the time. But that doesn’t mean he can endure such unwarranted taunts.

Strange folded his hands together, and the severed bridge reunited, but this time it was not his polite words, but a terrifying shock formed by magic. The earth trembled, the ground cracked, and the spirit of nature wailed. Strange asked again with a blank face.

“I said, I’m just here to find a book – whichever of those nature spirits you are, you better hear it.”

After a long silence, the spirit of nature succumbed. It reluctantly sent a coordinate, Strange snorted coldly, stomped his feet, and healed the ground. Sometimes he really doesn’t want to deal with these old-fashioned old-fashioned people, one or two are stubborn, and he doesn’t even know what the concept of Supreme Mage is.

It’s all to blame Gu Yi, why didn’t she beat up this gang of native creatures on Earth?

Strange came up with this thought in his mind, and was thrown out of his mind the next second. He began to focus on that coordinate, and the cloak carried him through the air at high speed, and it didn’t take long for him to reach the depths of the jungle. It’s off the beaten track, not even many animals, it’s a paradise for plants.

He began to descend slowly until the soles of his feet touched the dirt. Strange’s eyes lit up with two yellow lights, and the Farsighted Eye was cast, a low-level spell that works well in any situation. In the extraordinary vision brought by the farsighted eye, he saw the book.

Book of Darkness.

It’s still the same, with a few words like ghosts on the black cover, crooked and unremarkable. The book itself is extremely heavy, and Strange felt dizzy at first sight. He dared not be careless, and took strict steps to begin preparing to pick it up.

In the first step, he wrapped his right hand with mental power. In the second step, five mental barriers were constructed in his mind. In the third step, his left hand squeezed the preparation gesture of the portal, ready to put this The book is thrown into the deepest part of the Holy of Holies and closed.

There is no way, except for He Shenyan, who can chat and laugh with Sishorn, any other mages must strictly follow this set of procedures to contact the Dark God Book. Sithone may only be interested in people who are inherently antisocial, but this book is not.

It is alive.

Fortunately, everything went well, Strange took it in his hand, and he was relieved~www.readmtl.com~ Then opened the portal and threw it back to the Holy of Holies, and he went back with him. To contact Sishorn, he must pass the Dark Book of Gods, but he does not dare to perform this ritual outside by himself.

The Spirit of the Holy of Holies floated down from the ceiling, and she obviously knew the Dark Book of God that was thrown on the ground. At this time, just as the enemy had mobilized all the defensive measures in the Sanctuary, Strange didn’t say anything about her making a fuss, because he was busy shielding himself.

The tedious preparation ceremony lasted for about ten minutes, and at this time, he planned to start communicating with Sithone. A huge pentagram mark appeared on the ground. Strange looked at the pentagram and waved it into a circle. The Dark Divine Book floated up and opened it in front of him.

But in just an instant, the temperature in the Holy of Holies dropped by more than ten degrees. Unbearable whispers sounded here, and even with the protection of the mental shield, Strange felt a little noisy. He endured the clattering book and reached out to turn it to the second page.

The alien character on it twisted, and a voice came out from the page, with a weird smile: “Ah, isn’t this my dear Supreme Mage, Strange? Why wasn’t your senior brother holding it this time? I?”

“If it was him, would you dare to say a word?”

Strange killed the game in one sentence. He rolled his eyes and said in a helpless tone: “Do well, Dark Book. Don’t talk, don’t force me to throw you into the pigpen again.”

“you dare!”

“I did that last time.”

“We each take a step back, I don’t talk, you don’t throw me into the pigpen.”

“make a deal.”