I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1566 Evil God, right?
"Immortal jump? What does this mean?" Drakell asked puzzled.

"Well... just trick me to your side, and then try to blackmail me."

"We black magicians don't bother to do such things," Drakell said. "If we want to rob, we will rob now, why beat around the bush."

"Even if you want to grab it, the inheritance of Enos is not on me."

"Ah?" Drakell was stunned for a moment, "Why, didn't you learn the inheritance of Enos?"

"That old guy wants to pass on his inheritance to me, but I have no interest," Zhang Mengyu replied, "There is nothing to learn from him, and there is nothing to inherit from him."

"You didn't want it?" Drakeer was even more shocked this time. I don't know how many people want Ainos' inheritance, but Zhang Mengyu doesn't want it?Are you a human?Then what is he here for?sabotage?
"Give it to my friend just now," Zhang Mengyu said, "Although I don't need it, it's pretty good for him."

"Brother Zhang, it's such a blessing to be your friend," Drakell didn't doubt Zhang Mengyu's words, and what he showed now seemed to have really surpassed the magic inheritance that Enos might have.

In fact, he was not idle just now, but quietly inquired about the detailed information about Zhang Mengyu, and the information he got from the Mothra Empire showed that Zhang Mengyu was not only a high-level formation mage, but even mastered an unknown number of It is a forbidden spell, and it can be used as ordinary magic in the realm of an intermediate magician.

Is Enos okay?
Thinking about it this way, it's not surprising at all.

"Then why are you looking for me?" According to Drakell's identity, even if he had obtained the inheritance of Enos, he would not condescend to invite him so much, "Is there anything you can ask of me?"

"Brother Zhang's words are right," Drakell said without embarrassment at being exposed, "This time we really have something to ask for."

"Oh? Let's talk about it," Zhang Mengyu said, "But if it's about the position of you and other magicians, then I'm too lazy to participate. Although those guys are annoying and thick-skinned, I'm afraid of trouble."

"It has nothing to do with these," Drakell said, "This time, it has something to do with an ancient evil god."

"Cthulhu?" Upon hearing these two words, Zhang Mengyu suddenly became very interested, which sounded very interesting, "Expand and talk?"

Looking at Zhang Mengyu's expression as if he had seen the New World, Radiz smiled wryly. For them, the evil god who had a headache seemed to be just an interesting thing in Zhang Mengyu's eyes.

"This matter starts with the birth of our Black Mage Association." Drakell took a deep breath and began to tell the story of their black mages.

The founder of the Black Mage Association and Drakell's father, Lubis, once belonged to the same line as the president of the Mage Association, and was a student taught by the same magician.

Both of them had very high talents, and their magic cultivation was almost the same. At that time, there was no Magician Association and Black Magician Association, and there was only a force called the Temple of Magic.

Their teacher is a great power who has inherited the magic inheritance of the Cangyuan Era, and has even reached the pinnacle of perfect creatures.

But he failed when he tried to break through to a higher realm. When he was near the end of his life, he decided to let two people inherit the magic temple, one as the master and the other as the deputy master.

The rules are very simple, two people have a competition, and the winner will inherit the position of Hall Master.

The magic cultivation of the two is very close, but Drakell's father happened to enter that dark forest when he was traveling around, and found a legacy left by Cang Yuanji in that dark forest. , he learned a lot of profound magic, although these magics are very different, even weird, but they are extremely powerful.

In the competition between the two, because there was no winner, Rubis tried to use several magics he learned from that inheritance.

Sure enough, these spells worked miraculously, catching the president of the Magicians Association off guard and losing the battle directly.

However, Lubis who won the victory did not become the master of the temple, but was punished by his teacher.

Because his teacher thought that these magics were extremely evil, and believed that Rubis had gone some crooked ways, he decided to punish him, and even only gave him the position of an elder in the magic temple, and the deputy hall master was changed to someone else.

Lubis is naturally unconvinced about this. In his opinion, good and evil have nothing to do with magic, it depends on the user of the magician.

But others believed that this was evil magic, which only evil people would use, and felt that his theories were all fallacies.

In a fit of anger, Lubis directly turned away from the Magic Temple, and established the Black Mage Association with some people who had the same experience and similar ideas as himself, in this dark forest.

"This sounds really miserable. It's just that the ideas are different, but people have been labeled as a hat that will never be taken off." Zhang Menglong sighed. Many things are like this, and it is difficult to explain clearly.

"But what does this have to do with the evil god you mentioned?"

"My father discovered that there are many types of magic left in the inheritance of the dark forest, with various elements and very different styles, and even found many traces of magic. He suspected that this was once a battlefield or What's more special, suddenly one day, he found a very special stone statue in this dark forest."

"What stone statue?"

"I don't know, but after a long time of exploration, my father deciphered the text around the stone statue. It said that this stone statue suppressed an ancient evil god and must not be broken. There will be destruction."

"So, now this stone statue is destroyed?"

"Not really," Drakell said, "Because of the long years, this stone statue has become very brittle. One day it suddenly cracked, and the crack became more and more serious. A force that actually drove one of our black magicians mad."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, his body seemed to be corrupted by that force, making him very aggressive, and he didn't know his old friends at all, until my father found one of the magic left here, and helped him expel This kind of power, but the stone statue will probably be completely eroded by this power soon, and no one will know what will come out of it."

"Huzi, do you know?" Zhang Mengyu turned around and asked, "Oh, let me introduce to you, my servant Huzi, a person who has lived from the Cangyuan era to the present."

"What? He's from Cangyuanji?" Drakell exclaimed, "There are still people alive?"

Huzi showed a solemn expression, "I thought those damn things went extinct together with Cang Yuanji, but I didn't expect that there were still some that survived. This is troublesome."

Only Zhang Menglong still looked relaxed, "Cthulhu, right? Is he good at fighting?"

(End of this chapter)