[Great Sword Skills/Magic Mastery]: Expertise, this character is proficient in great sword skills/partial imaginary magic.
[Magic Sword·True Devil]: Weapon, this character holds the Magic Sword·True Devil.
Current level: Unlock the ability [Magic Flame Attachment].
【Demon Flame】: Flame of nothingness that burns everything.
[Principle: Bearing the End of Time]: The principle of the Principle Blood Ring [False Eternity].
Time deceived Stuluth. When the incarnated demon tried to completely occupy him, his magical concept of pursuing the true meaning of time was transformed into a demon that best suited his purpose. He regarded that moment as eternity and stood in the so-called sea of stars.
Although he defeated the devil, in the end... he was no longer something called "human".
Time will stop flowing for him, and no matter what happens to him, it will surely... return to that moment.
At this point, Stulut is cursed by time, and the level of the Time Restoration Curse will be constant at Max and cannot be interfered with by "anything".
Current Level: [Recovery Curse] increases by two mysterious levels.
……
The Black Knight Stuart is not a devil, on the contrary, he is a knight, one of the oldest knights who lived for who knows how many years.
Victor knew this, but what was interesting was that the White Knight Brad, who was killed by him, was a real "demon", that is, a devil.
The Knight possesses complete immortality, and in the Curse of Time, he who acts together with the White Knight is gradually dubbed the Devil by people, and eventually, is given the concept of the Devil.
In a way, it's a really sad story, but what's even sadder is that... it's still crooked.
Victor put the cards away with a smile on his face. He actually wanted Altluci's more. Although the Black Knight was not necessarily weaker than Altluci in terms of mystery and level, and might even be stronger, but don't forget... the cards also had a constellation system.
If you want to fully obtain the Black Knight's powerful immortality and the blessing of the legendary magic sword, True Devil, you must at least have full life.
Full life!
You have to spend money to get through the pool!
How could he have such virtue?
Well, it doesn’t matter, at least it’s a fighting force.
Although his loyalty is quite low, just over level one... well, at least he can be included in the team.
Victor lowered his eyes. Unlike equipment slots, formation slots were relatively cheaper. The expansion of the first three slots even required 1/2/3 talent points respectively.
It was only from the fifth slot that the price suddenly soared.
Obviously, the system supports a standard configuration for a four-person team.
But this is enough, Victor thought, he just happened to have one talent point left, so he opened another card slot. In this way, he could bring Old Black and Old Gun into the dungeon next time, and the chance of successfully passing the level would be somewhat higher.
I don’t know what the next copy will be, will it be that game again?
After drawing the items, with the anticipation of gambling cards satisfied, Victor was about to close the interface when he suddenly thought of the remaining purple one.
Emmm, although I always feel that if I draw orange, purple is useless and I can just put it into the backpack, but the sense of ritual has come to this point, I might as well open it and take a look.
Victor stretched out his hand casually without holding out much hope. At the moment, it seemed that the epic equipment and props were just so-so. His own current status and abilities were almost at the epic level.
Purple is shining.
[Star Communicator]: Epic item. You can invite a friend to assist you and temporarily incorporate the other party's character into your team. This item is limited to one copy.
"..."
"what?"
……
Friends...
Where do my friends come from?
Are there other players in this game?
Victor walked out of the door with a conflicted look on his face. He felt a little hungry and his mouth was a little hot. He knew it was time for him to suck blood again, so he planned to go out and find some food.
It was daytime, noon. The dead apostles had already started to rest and people were already working. Victor thought about it and decided that this was a good opportunity to test the effect of the mask. With this mask, he could continue to live freely in the sun.
Humph, thinking about it this way, his title in the future can be changed to the legendary "Sun Chaser"!
Then, as soon as he went out, he saw Altluchi yawning and getting ready to go to bed.
"Yo, new mask?"
Altluchi took a look at the new ornament on Victor's face and was slightly stunned: "It looks like it's of a fairly high quality. Where did you get it?"
"Dig it out." Victor made up an excuse.
"Ha, then you're pretty lucky." Artluqi didn't care, but Brad used to wear a mask. Recalling the past, she was stunned for a moment, but soon she yawned out of boredom and turned around and said, "That mask can even suppress the curse in your body. It must be some kind of holy relic."
"Well, you've been studying this every day recently. If you find anything interesting, don't forget to call me—"
As she said that, she rubbed her eyes, looking like she had been staying up late, which made Victor speechless.
Dead Apostles actually don't need much sleep, or rather, they also need rest. After all, sleep is sometimes the best meditation. But in most cases, they can use a short period of sleep to sustain their energy for several days. For them, long sleep is more like a way to kill time rather than a necessity.
She would not feel sleepy naturally. The fact that she was so sleepy could only mean that she had consumed a lot of magic power and energy that night and was in a state of exhaustion.
So, Victor tilted his head. Did this guy really go and bite someone himself?!
Victor didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really wanted to say that even if the conversion rate was low, it didn't matter much, but since Her Royal Highness the Princess had such a heart...
Bite...then bite.
Victor shook his head, turned around and muttered, he would never take action himself anyway.
Suddenly, Victor was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes and thought of something - he took out the interstellar communicator he had just obtained, pointed it at the back of Altluchi, and clicked it.
【Invitation successful.】
[Kurohime Altuluchi] has been incorporated into the team.
"..."
Can you do this?
Victor was stunned for a while, then looked at the portrait of Artluqi in the formation and slowly opened his mouth.
Damn, it’s still full of life.
……
Happiness came so suddenly, but on the other side, Arteluqi always felt a little uneasy.
What? What's going on?
Artluqi sat down on the bed, looked at Fu Fu who was still sleeping soundly, and blinked. Could it be that she was not biting anyone or working for a long time and was a little uncomfortable for a while?
The more powerful a person is, the more they tend to trust their sixth sense.
But after carefully examining her condition again, Arteluqi did not find anything abnormal. She could only think that the recent shock might have been too great, even she herself was affected.
Alas, the future of the Dead Apostles.
Artluci lay on the bed, squinting at the disgusting sunlight that came through the curtains.
Humph.
She hummed softly, her long eyelashes trembled, and closed her eyes.
While sleeping, Artluqi had a dream.
A very clear dream about a magician.
She saw "herself" being born, "her" being held in her arms, and the woman in the distance with a hint of relief in her eyes.
We also saw the "father" who seemed a little depressed for some reason even though the mother and child were safe.
She saw herself growing up slowly, and then the woman started to become weaker day by day.
Seeing his talent in magic, his father was just indifferent and taught him one magic trick after another.
Eventually, my father died too.
People from other families inherited the title of the head of the family, but there was no traditional bloody plot about magicians. Although this family obviously lived in a remote place, there seemed to be more human touch. The head of the family who inherited the family refused to inherit the magic seal and directly handed it over to "her".
An extremely ordinary life.
"She" commented. Even at the end, when she saw herself waving goodbye to the old patriarch and setting out on the road to the clock tower, she could only comment like this.
It was a life so ordinary that he had never even encountered the slightest disturbance of a magician.
Then, abruptly.
Time stretches away again.
The dream was chaotic and disordered. In just one thought, Artluqi felt that she had changed again.
She seemed to be awake for only a moment.
Her brain became confused again and she became "him" again.
This time, the situation is different.
Huge earth puppets crisscross the land.
The power of the gods rages in the sky dome.
Age of Gods...
Arteluqi's head was dizzy. She felt that she suddenly raised her hand slightly, and dozens of lives on the earth opened their eyes. The eternal breath suddenly stirred and woke her up suddenly.
"That is... the Age of Gods, the gods..."
Witches, fairies... and humans!
But...why?
She could understand why she dreamed about Victor's life. After all, the two of them had signed a contract and the thread of fate had begun to entangle them.
As the ruler of the contract, the strong and dominant party, it was a purely normal event with low probability for her to dream about Victor's past.
The probability is low, but normal.
But...why did she dream of Kamijou at the end of the dream? !
Artluki was silent for a while, then suddenly jumped off the bed and went straight to the Duke of Cornwall who was sweating profusely.
"Where is the Magicians Guild of Cornwall?"
"what?"
"Where is the Magician's Association?" Altluchi repeated coldly, and then said: "Or, where is the nearest library that has the Magician's Association's collection of books?"
Douglas...
this surname.
You will definitely not be unknown.
If I remember correctly, I saw it in the last scene of his life...
A fleeting flash of... the demon-killing mark.
……
Knowledge makes people happy.
In the afternoon, after having a full meal and a drink, Victor leisurely returned to his presidential suite and glanced at the next room strangely.
The door was wide open and there seemed to be no one inside.
No one knew where Fu Fu had gone, but the Black Knight's presence was still steadily guarding the other side of their room.
Well, whatever.
Victor rubbed his palms and opened the copy interface with great anticipation.
Anyway, he is going to play in a three-person team. Alas, Fu Fu, it’s not that I don’t want to take you, it’s just that I really didn’t draw you!
Just stay at home and wait for us to come back.
Dark blue! add a bit!
The next second, the two specialties of the copy system were unlocked. While the copy was upgraded to the second level, the countdown of the copy below also accelerated rapidly in an instant - it turned to 0 in an instant.
The fog of blockade dissipated, and a dark night emerged above the cover.
