Chapter 272 Demigod!

Strong fluctuations spread from the legendary skeleton wizard, and the rune array in the entire intelligence department hall flashed violently.

The light and dark made the crystal white bones appear dark and terrifying.

And Armitage's heart sank.

As long as he persisted for a while, or let the movement here be transmitted, he would definitely survive.

However——

"Are you waiting for Boras?"

The rune mark on Anep's forehead rotated rapidly.

Not only that, above him, fifteen skulls appeared.

Their colors were no longer uniformly white, but different.

Some of them were branded with the heart of the element at the center of their eyebrows, and the colorful elemental fluorescence showed that the white bone head was more gorgeous.

Some were branded with dozens of illusory marks like shadows, making the head looming, as if it was not in this space.

And more of them were like the mark on Anep's forehead at this time, some of the patterns were the same, and some were different.

Adding up the rune marks of the necromancy system in bits and pieces, it looked like an agent of the world of death.

"You can't wait!"

After saying that, Anep opened his arms and clasped his hands together. A mark between his eyebrows projected a gray mist, which swirled and landed in the middle of his metacarpal bones.

"Reese, Cons, Titano, Sclara..."

And the several original sub-bodies representing the necromancy system behind him started to recite the difficult Gonzalez language at the same time.

A series of cold breaths came out of the sub-bodies' mouths and blew towards the gray mist in Anep's palm.

The next second, the gray mist formed a ball, and then expanded, covering Anep's entire body.

Armitage stared at the changes in the gray mist in a daze, muttering:

"The ultimate witchcraft of the necromancy system... the withered angel!"

He didn't expect that Anep would cast this legendary spell without reservation.

"Hehe... Die under this spell, Armitage Freed, you are worthy of the name of ghost wizard!"

As the sound of bones colliding came out, the gray fog slowly dissipated.

Annep had changed his appearance at this time-

His body swelled twice, like a skeleton warrior, and the crystal white bones were covered with a layer of gray.

A tattered gray robe hung on him, setting off the desperate breath that seemed to struggle and climb from the world of the dead.

And behind him, a pair of huge bone wings opened, suspending his entire body in the air.

Strange, dark, cold, desolate...

"Why?"

Armitage's figure became thinner, and once the boiling blood spell time expired, coupled with the withered angel figure, he knew that he could not escape without an accident.

Now he just wanted to know the reason.

Even if Boras discovered Annep's identity, why kill him, the director of the intelligence department at this time?

Unless, they want to destroy the intelligence system of the entire Ghost School.

Or... those Devourers are ready to take the stage and want to compete with the Ghost Orthodoxy? !

"Why?"

Annep tilted his head, and the gray body was like a weathered skeleton, with bits of debris falling.

"Maybe tired?"

"Bolas and I joined the Ghost together, established a research institute together, and were promoted to legends together..."

"But he is the vice president of the Ghost School, the head of the Ice Castle Research Center, and is famous throughout the wizarding world. What about me?"

"Hehehe... I'm just an ordinary Ghost Legend!"

"Do you know that kind of pain? I obviously have a share in the research project, but I can only be the second author forever."

"We obviously went through that dark age together and prevented the Dark Empire from reviving together, but..."

Armitage interrupted: "This is not what I want to know!"

His expression calmed down, and his spiritual perception only covered his body.

It was clear that at this time, the entire hall not only had rune arrays, but also the isolation runes cast by Anep before.

"Why do you want to attack now?"

"You should know that if you kill me, the ghost will no longer have a place for you."

"Is it because my existence affects you? Or..."

"Hehe..."

Annep's eyes, which had turned completely dark, stared at the werewolf and opened his mouth silently.

"When you become a ghost, you will know the answer!"

"Now--"

"Cut!"

A phantom sickle made of gray mist appeared in his hand, and he swung it with one arm and cut it twice.

Seeing this scene, Armitage grinned.

After quietly ejecting a tiny invisible dust particle, he stood calmly in place, waiting for death to come.

He had done everything he should do, and he only hoped that the ghost could survive this crisis safely...

Two huge sickle blades formed by gray mist slashed out, crossed Armitage's body, and smashed the already precarious rune array.

It also destroyed the isolation rune that Anep had arranged himself.

Ka-zhi!

Poof!

Armitage was still standing, but at this moment, his clothes were all gone, and his hair, flesh, and bones turned into phantoms after being slashed by the gray fog, slowly forming a dim gray light, chasing the slash behind.

As the gray fog disappeared, the werewolf director also disappeared - as if he had never appeared.

"Annep -"

Perhaps sensing something unusual, Boras instantly appeared in the Intelligence Department lobby.

Not only him, but all the people under the great wizard in the entire Ice Castle Research Center felt the oppressive and heavy aura surrounding them.

legend?

How dare anyone attack the Ghost School? !

One after another, figures flashed and appeared in the hall.

They looked at the parchment fragments scattered around them, the dilapidated and gray walls, and the skeleton angel standing quietly in mid-air——

"Yes, it's the legend of Annep!?"

"And here, that, that's Director Armitage's identity card, how could it be... why did you..."

The wizards looked at Annep in disbelief, with doubts, shock, and surprise in their eyes.

But at this time, they all stood silently behind Boras.

No matter what happens here, the choice of who to follow is already clear!

"Annep..."

Boras looked at that figure, his limbs stiffened, and all the bones in his body seemed to be trembling. He squeezed out words with a crackling sound:

"You, damn it!"

"Ho ho..."

Annep turned his head slightly, his strange and terrifying dark gaze fell on the surrounding wizards, and said with a smile:

"Boras, Vice Chairman! Have you thought of such an ending?"

"You discovered my anomaly, noticed the Devourer's movements, and reported the abnormalities in the world of the undead to Chief Wakraf..."

"But what you don't know is that if Chief Wakraf doesn't leave, how can we take advantage of the situation?"

Boras was furious when he heard what he said.

A golden cane instantly appeared in his hand, and several runic arrays rose up one after another.

In just a moment, Boras suddenly transformed into a withered angel, facing Annep face to face.

Almost the same appearance, but the rune marks on his forehead are more numerous and shine brighter.

And there were as many as thirty-one origin sub-bodies that emerged one after another behind him, hovering around the hall, looking indifferently at the skulls opposite.

Annep didn't stop him, or even made any move.

He opened his mouth, and as the two rows of teeth opened and closed and collided, a sound like countless harmonies sounded:

"I've wanted to fight like this for a long time, Boras!"

boom!

Two wizards of the legendary necromancy system collided fiercely with the same ultimate witchcraft!

The terrifying aura of death erupted instantly, and the gray mist was like the manifestation of their origins, entangled with each other, but clearly separated.

Rumble——

Even at the level of a great wizard, under the cover of those two bone wings, he could not withstand the shock caused by the original impact.

Even the entire ice fortress was shaking, and the walls connected by runes and made of extremely cold ice jade were affected, making an overwhelming sound.

"Everyone get out of the ice castle!"

Boras' tone was cold, and along with the words, the golden cane tapped somewhere in the void.

The surrounding ice walls froze instantly, rune lines appeared one after another, and rune nodes flickered.

He chose to directly activate the rune array of the entire ice castle, and even wanted to use this place as a battlefield for the two of them.

After hearing what Boras said, all the wizards around them left the castle one after another.

They knew that legendary wizards, especially these two legendary wizards of the secret magic system, could not compete with numbers.

At this time, Boras looked at the strangely calm Annep and squeezed out a few words:

"Tell me, why, why did you kill Armitage?"

He originally wanted to kill it directly, but the ice castle was too big.

There are also many wizard apprentices, and those people are the future of ghosts...

"Want to know?"

"Beat me and I'll tell you!"

Annep tilted his head and slashed horizontally with the gray mist-condensed sickle in his hand.

As the sickle blade flew out, the original body around him recited incantations and released spells one after another.

Bone prison, claws of the undead, blade of frost...

Seeing this, Boras remained unmoved. The bone wings behind him shook, and the gray mist around him shook out like ripples.

Two circles were formed, covering him and all the original sub-bodies.

呲——

When the sickle blade and those spells hit it, they dissipated like a bubble just like Armitage before.

"I told you, the Devourer is a puppet corrupted by the source!"

"so what?"

Annep saw that those spells were ineffective, but he was not depressed. He swung his sickle and cut out streaks of gray mist.

"The Devouring Faction existed as early as the Third Era and still exists today. Don't you understand?"

"That's the laissez-faire behavior of the various chiefs of the Ghost School!"

"They all know that Devourer is the trump card that will be used when the school is in crisis."

"Don't you know this very well? Boras...Jie hahaha...Deputy Chairman!"

A wave of powerlessness fell over Boras.

As Annep said, there have always been devouring wizards, and even the top leaders of the school are aware of it.

But never solved it...

"That's not why you killed Armitage!"

Boras gritted his teeth, his gray-bone head extremely cold.

I saw him stretching out his hands, holding them empty - the gray mist sickle appeared.

But unlike the one in Annep's hand, the scythe in Boras's hand was more physical, even shining with a metallic sheen.

The handle of the sickle is very long, comparable to his pair of open bone wings.

The sickle blade is sharp, and when the gray mist spreads, it carries tiny black lightnings, and makes a crackling sound when it touches the surrounding space.

"You finally took it out, one of the forbidden holy weapons - the Dark Scythe!"

Annep lowered his head slightly, and his whole body looked even more gloomy, as if he had been waiting for Boras to summon the sickle.

Boras slowly raised the sickle, carried the sickle blade outward to his shoulder, and then swung it downwards——

"Lien, Ye Luo, Si——"

Dance of Death——Midnight!

As the sickle passed, the whole hall suddenly darkened.

Under the extreme darkness, only the sickle blade formed by the dim shadow was vaguely visible.

It was like a line dividing space, cutting across!

But——

Annep did not move, allowing the sickle blade to cut through.

He even grinned, as if mocking.

"Oh?" Boras saw this scene and said with a click: "What is that on you..."

"Dark armor click."

Annep stretched out his hand and pulled the tattered gray robe on his body, and the dark black mist rose, dyeing the gray bones on his body black.

"As a forbidden holy weapon, I am not afraid of your dark sickle."

Bolas was silent for a few seconds and said, "It seems that you have been prepared for a long time."

"Mr. Deputy Chairman, it is normal to attach importance to you. I have been preparing for this day for a long time."

Annep laughed and continued, "I guess you have guessed it. Yes, Merrill and Blackway were both killed by me."

Hearing these two names, Bolas said nothing, as if they were just two strangers.

"They discovered my identity, and there is no way... I have to let them become my origin..."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Are you still going to let me go?"

Seeing his silence, the aura around Anep gradually turned black, and his tone became arrogant.

"What's wrong? Mr. Deputy Chairman, have you given up? Hehe..."

"Come and kill me, you know everything!"

"It's not just the Devouring Sect. There are deeper dark existences hidden inside the ghosts. I also know..."

"Is it chaos?" Bolas said.

"Ka?" Anep's laughter paused, and his deep eyes stared at him, with a slightly suspicious tone, "You know? How is it possible, those people..."

"I guess the forbidden clothes on you were also given by them?"

"No, you can't know. If you noticed, then wouldn't it be..."

Bolas opened his mouth and sighed stiffly.

He looked at Anep and moved his fingers slightly.

A rune array rose up, and the faint black light flickered to form a black hole-like light ball.

A few whispers came out faintly, like a dreamlike voice, lingering around the entire hall.

Da, ka, ka...

The crisp footsteps came from the black hole.

The untidy footsteps, like the existence of high and low feet, slowly walked here.

"No, impossible! He, he can't come back, he-"

On Anep's face that couldn't show any expression, the black air gathered and dispersed, revealing a look of fear.

"Why not?"

Bolas tilted his head and looked at him calmly, "Not only the chief, but even the chance you took action this time was not beyond my expectation."

"You!?"

"That's right,"

Before he finished speaking, Bolas waved again.

A dust particle that was invisible to the naked eye appeared in his metacarpal bone, and the gray fog gathered over it instantly.

The next second, the particles covered by the gray fog ball sprouted and grew like seeds, and then expanded.

In the haze, a tall figure appeared in the gray fog.

It was the dead director of the Intelligence Department, Armitage Fried!

However, after he appeared, he did not open his eyes immediately, but fell to the ground as if he was sleeping.

"No, impossible!!"

Seeing that scene, Anep's voice became even more desperate.

"You can't possibly notice it, devouring, chaos, impossible!"

"Give up, Anep, I will..."

But as he spoke, Boras shook his head slightly, his tone was a little lonely, "Forget it, that bastard Vaklav won't let you go."

"That's right!"

At this time, a slightly old voice came out of the black hole.

As the words fell, a figure in a black robe with a ghostly black fire mark on his chest emerged from the magic circle.

Tall and straight, with a pair of black sunglasses under his short gray and white hair.

The face is not old, but white and tender like a young man.

After he came out, he looked at the two withered angels and smiled, his white teeth flashing in the hall covered by gray fog.

"Thank you for your hard work, Boras."

"Chief Vaklav." Boras bowed.

"I'll talk about it later,"

Vaklav waved his hand, turned his head sideways, and looked at Anep hanging in the air.

"You have been hiding for so long, it's not easy."

"You, since when... no," Anep asked, "You can detect the Devourer, but how do you know the Chaos Sect?"

"Those beings, those terrifying beings, they..."

"You want to say that they have been hiding in the dark, the source of chaos for several epochs, and possess extremely terrifying power, right?"

Waklav asked with a smile: "Is this question your last words?"

Anep was panicking, and the forbidden holy artifact of death on his body still could not bring him a sense of security.

But he could deal with Boras' words, and even had the confidence to retreat unscathed.

But Waklav was different!

He is not only the chief of the Ghost School, but also a demigod-level wizard!

Such a powerful existence, even if the gods appear in the world, he has the power to match.

Even the godslayer——

"I, I... Even if you know, you can't deal with it."

"Bolas, don't you want to know who attacked the Mystic School? I tell you, it's them, the source of chaos!"

"They tried to win us over and wanted to make the Devouring School the orthodox inheritance of the Ghost School. They..."

"Silence!"

Vaklav frowned slightly and waved his hand impatiently.

A very complex mark could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows, and a faint breath came out.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

Annep opened his mouth, but found that he could not make any sound.

This is the power of a demigod, this is a demigod!

Even a legendary wizard like him is still like a baby in front of Vaklav, weak and pitiful...

"Bolas, your plan succeeded."

After doing this, Vaklav ignored Anep and looked at the unconscious Armitage, saying: "With him, we should be able to catch all the Devourers in one fell swoop, right?"

Bolas nodded slightly: "Enough!"

"In addition to the list in Armitage's hands, I believe Anep's origin can provide some people. But..."

"I am a little worried about those sources of chaos, their methods are too weird."

"Heh!" Vaklav laughed mockingly, "Those scum who can only hide in the dark waiting for the master to come, if they really have terrifying power, our wizard school would have ceased to exist long ago!"

"You That's right," Boras was silent for a few seconds and asked, "So what should we do now?"

"Let's follow your previous plan. Kill them all!"

Vaklav snorted, "I'm not those weak bastards before. They are worried that the lack of power will affect the school. I don't think so!"

"Over the years, the number of mystical wizards who died at the hands of the Devouring School has increased year by year, and many genius wizards have not grown up..."

"If I hadn't been unable to find their tail before, I would have taken action long ago."

Bolas nodded, "I understand."

"Leave this to you, and leave Anep to me. I will pass on the list of those bastards to you later."

Another mark lit up between Vaklav's eyebrows, and a faint light was projected onto Anep, covering him completely.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

Anep was in a hurry, his mouth opened and closed quickly, and his two rows of teeth collided crazily, making a series of noises.

But the next second, only the chief and deputy chief of the Ghost School were left in the room.

"Teleport? Are you going to..."

"I'm going to go out for a while," Vaklav grinned and said, "First, I'll solve the trouble at the Mystic School, and then I'll go to the Cordo Sea."

"The flaws of spell runes and the mechanical undead subject are very interesting, and there's that bastard Salvatore..."

"I want to see if that little guy is really that amazing."

"Wayne?"

Bolas removed the spell effects on his body and turned back into a short skeleton, snapping and saying, "You go in person? It's not good..."

"What's wrong with that? The Dawn Church can send out a sinister, cunning, dirty and shameless judge like Celestia."

"I can't go as the head of the school? Who stipulated that?"

"No, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Vaklav waved his hand to interrupt, and a space gap appeared in the surrounding space. He stepped straight into it, and the echo came.

"I hope I can see the heads of those bastards when I come back!"

Snap!

Looking at the empty nothingness, Boras gritted his teeth and jumped up, waving his arms and throwing a series of punches.

"Throw everything to me, are you the chief or am I the chief?"

"Or just abdicate, I'll be the chief!"

At this time, Vaklav poked his head out of the nothingness and said with a smile:

"That's fine - next time at the Legendary Council, I will propose that you be the chief of the Ghost School, hahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly retreated and disappeared.

Boras paused, remained silent for a long time, and then roared in a low voice:

"Asshole, damn it, you'd better never come back!"

"Huh?" Armitage next to him woke up at the right time, "Who doesn't want to come back? Is it the legend of Anep?"

"Bullshit!"

Bang!

Boras looked down at him and punched him in the head.

"Go back to sleep!"

Armitage lay down again, with only one consciousness remaining in his mind.

Fuck, am I alive or dead?