Versatile Mage: Summoning Black Dragon, the pinnacle of divine power

Chapter 80: Heavenly Tribulation Flame
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"Cat's tail?" Lingling looked strange.

"This is the first time I've heard of such a summoned creature."

Obedient, but not completely obedient; autonomous, but not completely autonomous.

They will even fight with Caesar, the host!

"So whether they will bite you or not, I really don't know." Caesar shrugged.

Most of the time, he couldn't control his twin dragons, just like a cat couldn't control its tail most of the time, or even knew it existed.

"Has anyone ever been bitten by them?" Lingling asked.

"Or, has anyone touched it?"

"This..." Caesar thought about it.

"Xinxia and Yumian touched the white dragon and were not bitten. Tangyue also touched it and was not bitten. Ai Tutu wanted to touch the black dragon's head and was almost bitten. As for others, I haven't touched it yet, so I don't know."

Lingling pointed at Farr who was not far away, "Where's she?"

"She doesn't touch the dragon's head, she touches my head," Caesar said.

Lingling looked strange, "Touch your head?"

A boy’s head is like a girl’s butt. You can’t touch it casually, right?

"If I don't let her touch my head, she'll spank me," Caesar said.

"Which do you think is easier to accept, a pat on the head or a spanking?"

"Choose the lesser of two evils."

"Then why did she spank you?" Lingling asked puzzledly.

"Because I took advantage of her," Caesar said.

"..."

Lingling's eyes twitched slightly, "Then didn't you do it yourself?"

"I did it myself, what's wrong?" Caesar said confidently.

"Is there a problem?"

“……”Lingling.

"No, no problem."

……

The next day, after resting, everyone set off again.

With the presence of Ding Yumian, a powerful mental mage, they did not encounter any danger along the way.

If I had to say something, Farr's face didn't look very good.

Although Far allowed Caesar to keep Ding Yumian by his side, Far always opposed Ding Yumian's use of mental magic.

Because of Ding Yumian's talent problem, her mental magic is a slavery to magic. The more she uses it, the greater the impact.

Therefore, sealing is the best way to deal with the victims.

If you kill one, the next one will be born soon, but if you seal it up, there will be no problems for at least the next hundred years.

"Are you so angry?" Caesar complained.

Farr frowned slightly, "I don't want to discuss this with you."

"But you really don't have to," said Caesar.

"If we have to say what the impact is, the influence of black magic is greater."

There is only one victim at a time, but black magic is practiced by a lot of people all over the world.

The talent of death will only trigger the anger and counterattack of the magic in the magic plane, but black magic, that is digging one's own grave!

Everyone who practices black magic is sacrificing power to the Dark King.

Some people always say that the Dark King has no interest in their world and that black magic is not dangerous.

But such self-deception can only fool children. The growth of black magic has only been over a hundred years, and it is similar to the light magic in elemental magic.

As dark magic became increasingly out of control, the Holy City could no longer suppress it and could only open up a portion of its own light magic knowledge, catalyzing the light magic in elemental magic and vigorously promoting it to combat the spread of dark magic.

However, over the past hundred years, the dark plane has gotten closer and closer to their world, and the number of dark creatures in this world has increased.

The Dark Kings really have no interest in this world, but they are very interested in humans practicing black magic and sacrificing magic energy.

Hundreds of years ago, the Dark King released the fallen angels and led the black magicians to wage war against the Holy City. He wanted to rush into the magic plane and turn humans into livestock.

After all, how can a small family compare to professional breeding?
Moreover, in today's black magic, magicians practice and sacrifice dark magic energy, and the Dark King gives black magicians powerful black magic powers.

Belongs to exchange.

The Dark King paid a price.

At first, the Dark King was indeed interested in this kind of deal.

But after a while, the dark kings suddenly reacted.

Why should I give?
Why must humans be given powerful black magic powers in order to make them sacrifice dark magic energy?
Fuck!
Can’t humans just offer sacrifices directly?
Can't we enslave all of humanity to practice dark magic?
Isn't it better to just raise pigs directly?

The Shadow King was the first to come up with this idea. Therefore, he led the war between the Holy City and the Dark Magic hundreds of years ago. He first sent out the Dark Magicians to cause a conflict with the Holy City, and then created the Fallen Angels to lead the Dark Magicians to go to war with the Holy City!
First, the holy city that suppressed the black magic was defeated and it was overwhelmed, and then began to publicize the power of the black magic.

As a result, black magic began to spread and even became one of the orthodox magic systems today.

But this is just the beginning. When the dark magic energy from human sacrifices is enough to keep the gates of hell open for a long time, the dark kings will no longer need any black magic transactions.

If it weren't for the great saint Wen Tai who ran to the dark hell to block the door, the future of human magic civilization would be digging its own grave.

Moreover, many high-ranking human beings know the nature of black magic, but they just don’t care.

after?

I'll be dead in the future, why do you care so much?
"I don't understand either, why do you like to meddle in other people's business so much?" Caesar said.

"If they want to die, then let them do it."

"Do you think we want to control it?" Farr said speechlessly.

Caesar was stunned, "Oh, yes, you have an ancestor who likes to meddle in other people's affairs."

Heavenly Father is a nosy person, just like Wen Tai.

The human world exists because of these nosy people, but humans are not grateful to them. Instead, they feel that they are redundant.

Fortunately, he doesn't like to meddle in other people's affairs.

He just minds his own business.

"Shit! The fire is coming!"

Zhao Manyan, who was walking in front, suddenly shouted.

Looking up, I saw a red line of fire coming from the horizon, like a mountain, getting higher and higher. Even though it was still several kilometers away, it made people feel dry and thirsty.

"Run!"

Mo Fan was the first to turn around, but he found that except for the few of them who had led the way, no one else had any intention of running away.

"Why are you still standing there? If that thing burns over here, we'll all be doomed!"

"Really?" Caesar raised his hand, and a thick semicircular colorless wall instantly formed, blocking the path of the fire.

Mo Fan's eyes twitched slightly, "Are you sure you can block it?"

"Not sure." Caesar shrugged.

"Let's try it."

“What if we can’t stop it?” Mo Fan said.

Caesar thought for a moment, "Your words will probably be burned to ashes, right?"

Mo Fan’s eyes twitched wildly.

What do you mean by keeping out of this matter?

Can't the fire burn you?!

(End of this chapter)