"Aknadin!" Mahad took a step, "What do you want to do?"

"Mahad, a ridiculously ignorant guy." Aknadin snorted coldly, "You are also one of the biggest obstacles in my plan. Just let me die here with your failed master!"

He raised his hand, and the sea-scaled snake temporarily dropped the busy sculpts, twisted their bodies like scarlet lightning and stabbed them in the direction of Mahad!

"The Magician of Black Fantasy!"

Mahad shouted, and the black-robed mage behind him flashed his body and waved his staff to fly towards the ferocious snake. The mage dexterously dodged in the air to avoid the attack of the sea snake. The sea snake quickly turned its direction, showed its poisonous fangs and turned its head to chase after him, but saw the magician shoot a magic shell with a backhand, exploding on the sea snake's forehead.

The sea-scale snake let out a mourn, and its red scales dragged the black smoke and fell to the ground clumsyly.

The elf "Dios" released by the manipulated Seit - the black warrior who thought he was holding the sword, swung his sword around from his flank and tried to slash at the black fantasy magician, but was knocked out by a fireball attacking from the flank.

The fireball comes from the "Curse Dragon", and is the elf summoned by the priest Karim.

"Are you crazy, priest Aknatin?" priest Shada shouted, "Do you want to betray the Pharaoh?"

"Pharaoh? It's not going to be soon!"

Aknadin yelled. His voice was distorted, and it sounded like a wounded beast.

The darkness erupted, and a powerful force seemed to be pulled out from the depths of his body. A contract was being put into effect, and it was the power he had gained from the depths of the underworld, a truly powerful force.

But in order to maintain this powerful force, he must burn his soul!

Aknadin's body also changed. The black cyclone shattered his white robe like a flying blade, his face was covered with a white mask, revealing only the cold millennium eyes as mechanically.

His body was wrapped in a wide black cloak, and his purple-black armor had golden eyes unique to a thousand-year-old artifact on his chest, just like the eyes of a demon in hell, looking at the world coldly through his body.

Aknadin no longer exists.

Now he is called "The Great Master of Darkness"!

"Drink ahhhh!!!"

The Dark Master shouted in a deep voice, his cloak rolled, and his powerful dark power burst out like a surging river. The style of the entire secret room suddenly changed, and the solid floor turned into soft soil. Every step he took made people feel that monsters might appear from the ground at any time.

The air became humid and cold, and vines and shrubs rose from the ground. The cold wind carried ghosts through the forest, and the cold and pungent air was as heavy as lead injection.

This is...the immortal world!

The land in front of the Dark Master broke, and his burly body rose from the ground! The white skeletons covered like armor, the demonic skeleton's head looked ferocious, and the red gems inlaid on the staff in his hand were viciously scanned like a bloodthirsty eye, like the master of this immortal realm.

The Necromancer King, Evil Eyes!

Aknading, who transformed into the Dark Priest, instantly opened up a level with other Priests. The combination of the Immortal World and the Evil Eye of the Dead King was even more powerful.

The priests worked together to summon the elves to fly up from all around. But they saw that their evil eyes whirled, and the wand swept with just a red wave, and a row of elves were blown away neatly.

The priests were blown away, and only Mahad shook his body and took a step back, but he still barely stopped. The Black Fantasy Magician barely opened the transparent magic circle, and the magic shield was like a tenacious stone separated by the torrential flow, resisting the impact of the evil eyes.

A transparent cyclone exploded behind the black fantasy magician, and the flying body pierced the fog of the undead like an arrow. He flew around his evil eyes flexibly, and the magic light bomb exploded continuously on the undead king. The torrent of magic dragged the black electric snake to bomb the bone armor of the undead king.

Mahad is already superb. With his full strength, except for Seit, the other major priests are not his opponents even if they are in power.

But it's still not enough.

"Tsk, after all, it's just a magician!" The Dark Master handed out his right palm, closed his five fingers, and made a fist stance.

"Go to die!"

The power of the Necromancer exploded, and some absolute command was lowered in the deep darkness, which suddenly bound the magician's actions. The black fantasy magician who was flying and rushing was suddenly grabbed and could not move.

The ruby ​​on the Necromancer's staff flashed, and the scarlet light was like a demon who was unable to control his excitement. The beam of light condensed, and it hit the body of the Black Fantasy Magician head-on. The mage flew back uncontrollably, smashing a load-bearing pillar in the room in the waist, bounced up on the ground like a ball, and then crashed into the wall behind and embedded it.

Mahad's eyes stagnated, he opened his mouth and spitted out a mouthful of blood, his legs and feet were half weak and half kneeling on the ground.

"Mahad!" Game stood up and helped him up.

The game is anxious and a little annoyed - so many people are fighting for themselves, but in their own state, they can't even summon an elf to fight.

"Pharaoh...it's okay." Mahad stood up weakly.

His breath was very disordered, and it was not surprising that it was both movement and sound. But his eyes were still firm and brave, without fear or confusion.

Only those with the strongest will can remain so firm.

The game cannot be moved by this.

He told himself more than once that it was just a game - a dark game, but it was still just a virtual game.

The people here are just NPCs, people who exist in his memory. Whether it is a good person or a bad person, a companion or an enemy, it is already past.

Three thousand years will erode and weather anything, and the people here are actually gone a long time ago.

But no matter how many times I tell myself in my heart, the game still cannot prevent me from entering into my true feelings.

Because some things will never fade.

It doesn’t matter if it’s three hundred years, three thousand years, or even 30,000 years, and some things just won’t change.

Mahad stood up and blocked the game with his body again.

"Pharaoh, please... leave it to me."

The game noticed that his breathing seemed less rapid.

"Mahad, you..."

Mahad breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was in danger facing an unprecedented strong enemy, he felt that he had never been as clear-headed as he is now.

This is a decision he had been considering for a long time.

He read a large number of magical scriptures and searched for taboo scriptures at the cost of blood and soul, just for such a day.

He held his head up and his chest was raised without any hesitation in his steps, as if he was moving towards a new and hopeful future.

Many years ago, the sincere and enthusiastic voice of the game that was still a prince at that time sounded again in his ears.

"We are also bleeding red blood, Mahad, we are no different."

"I will create a new world where everyone has an equal status and can laugh together."

“…”

"...I believe in you, Pharaoh." Mahad said to himself.

He hopes that he can become the cornerstone of that new world and the power of the Pharaoh. Even if it is just a tiny little contribution, this effort will be full of glory.

"Stupid." The dark priest curled his lips and said with a grin, "King of the Dead, get him done with me."

"Mahad!" The game and the priests exclaimed at the same time.

The scarlet light flew in a flash, drowning Mahad's body. The roaring demon tore the priest's body apart, the suspender of the millennium ring was torn off, and the golden rings were flying in the air.

The game stared blankly as the loyal priest disappeared in front of his eyes, and clearly felt the tingling sensation in his mind exacerbated to a new peak.

It felt like my brain was thrown into a mixer that was running at full speed.

More memories woke up from the sleep, and countless scenes flashed through his eyes. He finally remembered the little things he grew up with Mahad and fought side by side, remembered his promise, and also understood how much Mahad paid for his childish dream.

Yes, everything in front of him is just illusory. What he is experiencing at this time is just a dark game, and everyone around him is just NPCs, a reflection of his memory of people three thousand years ago.

But all this is not just illusion.

Because these are all replicas of history that happened three thousand years ago.

"......What?"

The waves of magic and the smoke screen dissipated. When the Dark Master saw the upright figure standing behind the smoke screen, he couldn't help but scream.

The same robe as the elf "Black Fantasy Magician" who just left the stage, the green staff, and the dark magician stood like a steel spear.

And at this moment, under the robe... it was the priest Mahad!

"You guy...has you fused with the elves?" The Dark Master was stunned.

The human soul and elves merge?

Even he had never heard of this!

The game has been recalled completely.
Chapter completed!