Chapter 245 Eternal Night

"What a powerful magic array." Lance narrowed his eyes and sighed in a low voice. He did not look for Ai Jialin and his teammates who fell down in the college, because he could no longer feel them long after entering this magic array. At first, they turned into huge stones scattered on the ground, but at this time, there were no stones around him, disappearing without a trace, and even Lan. Stuart didn't know when they disappeared. With his current high-level strength, he can't see through the illusion in front of him at all, which only shows that the realm of the caster is much higher than him, making De Lance almost have a feeling of facing the holy fantasy of the dark demon mentor, Sainz.

Of course, it does not mean that this fantasy magic at this moment can be comparable to the fantasy of a powerful magic mentor in the Western Continent, but because when Lance faced Sainz, it was the realm of the peak swordsman VS the sacred level, and at this moment, compared with the caster, the level gap is equally obvious...

"Welcome to Eternal Night, young man." At this time, a gloomy voice sounded in majesty. His voice was so loud that it hurt Lance's eardrums, but the strange creatures carrying things like messengers on the road were still moving forward step by step without any unnecessary reaction; the red-eyed bats hidden in the darkness on both sides of the road were not because of this bright but terrible The sound was so scared that it flew around. Lance knew that only he could hear this sound.

As the words fell, a dark shadow appeared on the dark road in front of Lance. The road ahead was already very dark, because the strange street lights made the road more gloomy. But the sudden shadow was a hundred times darker than the surrounding environment, as if his whole body was only the purest black, like ink. In the body of the completely dark figure, there are two eyes between reality and illusion, looking at Lance indifferently.

"Is the name of this fantasy world called Eternal Night?" Lance was silent for a moment and suddenly said.

"Yes, young man, you should feel honored, because this is the first time I have used this most perfect illusion for a little guy who has just reached a high level. It is your supreme honor to be able to sink in it forever." The shadow said slowly, and his whole body was dark, as if he were integrated with the darkness, so he could not see the facial features of his face at all. I can only find that his real and illusory eyes are flashing brightly and darkly as he speaks.

Lance did not answer. He narrowed his eyes and looked expressionless. His left hand seemed to move, but he did not move. The bright thunder sword with a sacred atmosphere quietly cling to his back at this moment, giving him courage and strength. This real and powerful fantasy can blind his perception, forcibly turn the person in his arms into a stone, and leave quietly, but it can never affect this sword of light at all. So Lance wanted to draw a sword and chop it. Although he didn't understand why the thunder sword became a left-handed sword, for him who was provocative, even if he came out of the sword with his left hand, the power was equally amazing...

"You want to kill me." The dark shadow on the opposite side spoke faintly.

"Yes." Lance nodded and did not deny it. At that moment, he had a murderous thought and wanted to draw his sword to kill the man in front of him. Although his fighting spirit was exhausted at this moment and his physical strength had also dropped to the lowest point after killing two high-level peak strong men who were absolutely not weak by his mentor Birus, but he was still sure that if he was close enough, with his physical strength The remaining energy, combined with the supreme artifact given to the world by the god of light, killed the unfathomable great practitioner in front of him. But he didn't take action in the end...

"Then why don't you do it? Use the artifact you just got. The dark shadow spoke indifferently.

"Hmm! I can't imagine that a big magician dares not face me, a boy who has just reached a high level with his real body in his magic array. Even if he uses a thunder sword, he just kills your insignificant split. Lance snorted coldly.

The eyes of the opposite shadow fluctuated slightly, and then calmed down and said strangely, "Interestingly, you are really not an ordinary boy. No wonder the two idiots just now can't do a move in your hand, hey hey... It's really interesting. At a young age, they have become a high-level strongman and can use the holy skills twice in a row. What I have seen in my life is unique. Although you are weak now, I won't be stupid enough to be in danger. The light of the temple Mingzuo Leijian is now in your hands. It seems that the power of its seal has been almost destroyed by your move just now. Naturally, my body can't withstand the chop of the artifact. Hey hey, not only can he kill the two high-level peaks with holy fighting skills, but also pick up the bright left thunder sword with his bare hands. Saint Roland, the dean of the college, can use an apprentice like you. Presumably, that old man will laugh out his teeth and chatter. Unfortunately, such a genius is not the blessing of our dark parliament. Fortunately, you are going to die soon."

Listening to the other party's words, Lance was shocked, because the other party was actually saying 'bright left thunder sword' instead of 'bright thunder sword', so he was shocked. Judging from the meaning revealed between the other party's words, this artifact is naturally the authentic product of the Temple of Light, and careful analysis, it seems that the man knows the artifact of Thunder Sword very well, because it is impossible for ordinary people to hold this bright artifact, unless it is to the light and cultivate the power of light to the extreme. The profound people, if they reach out to grasp the hilt, they will definitely be devoured by the powerful light force, which is also the real reason why the temple decided to go from Lance to the western continent, but he still doesn't understand why the other party is so sure to call this artifact 'bright left thunder sword'...

"Hmm, your cultivation is indeed very high, but your eyesight is not very good. The six disciples of Lord Jiansheng seem to be twenty years old. Naturally, I can't worship under his door, otherwise it won't be your turn to trap me now. Also, what's wrong with the 'bright left thunder sword' you mentioned? As far as I know, the name of the sacred artifact of the temple is 'Light Thunder Sword', but there is no word 'left'. Lance said lightly.

"Hahahaha, boy, do you want to set me up?" The shadow smiled and said, "I'm really wrong. You shouldn't come from the Sword Master, but I don't understand why a young man like you hasn't entered Roland's door yet. Judging from the annoying broken sword you were able to take down just now, it seems that you are an undercover agent sent to the college by the Temple of Light? It's just that from what you don't even know about 'Light Left Thunder Sword', it seems that your authority in the temple is not high enough. Shadow did not answer Lance, but said to himself.

'Isn't my authority not high enough...' When Lance heard the shadow's words, Lance secretly scolded the other party for not knowing Mount Tai. His status in the temple must be higher than that of the person in the dark council in front of him. It's just that now that I'm in a cage, it's difficult to get out, and I want to ask something from the other party that I've always wanted to know, so now I have to continue to do what I like to do, nonsense...

"Well, since you can see it, I have nothing to hide. I do come from the temple, but I really don't know why you call the holy weapon 'bright left thunder sword'. Anyway, I have become your urn to catch turtles. If you are bold enough, you might as well talk about it. Lance nodded indifferently. Obviously, this shadow had come here for a long time, but he could bear not to do anything. He watched himself kill his two men, and finally brewed a formation to trap himself in it. His cruel and indifference could be seen. Therefore, the light magic skill "God-given liberation" I just used will definitely be seen by the people in front of me. At this moment, it's better to admit it.

"The chattering, hypocritical, extremely hypocritical temple of light! He pretends to be the embodiment of justice, but he can't tolerate the forces of the same camp, and sends spies to hide in the college. It's really hypocritical, hahahaha! It's worse than our dark parliament!" The shadow suddenly burst into laughter.

Lance stood still indifferently, without anger or excuse. First of all, he is no longer a member of the temple. After his rebirth, many things have been looked down a lot. In addition, he was in a high position in the temple in his previous life, and he did know something that was not seen in the hall. Naturally, there is no such thing as sending people to sneak into the college and the magician's guild to do undercover. Such things are inevitable, and It's not to fight day and night to defeat the opponent or regard it as a hatred. However, if they belong to the same three holy places, there will certainly be competition between them. In order to steal first-hand information and obtain truly accurate information, spy undercover agents are indeed unavoidable...

After laughing for a while, the shadow slowly calmed down and looked at Lance and said, "The poor people in the temple don't know as much as an outsider as me. Hey hey hey, if you want to know the answer, it's useless to use the exciting method. I'll tell you, but it's not for you to stand and have a face-to-face dialogue with me.

As soon as his gloomy words fell, the ground where Lance stood suddenly cracked. A huge ghost hand stretched out from the ground, grabbed the teenager in his hand, lifted it in mid-air, and then smashed it fiercely, as if hitting a small animal...

"Bum!" With a sound, the ghost hand slapped Lance on the ground fiercely and smashed a deep pit on the surrounding road. Five dark fingers trapped the teenager firmly on the ground like a cobweb.

"Oh!" Er, cough...cough..." Lance spewed a mouthful of blood and coughed painfully. His body was also twisted because of the pain, but his body was pressed to the ground, making it difficult for him to even cough.

"Chatter, the boy from the temple, you really have no remaining physical strength, and you can't even escape such a simple move." The shadow smiled sharply and slowly floated towards Lance. However, his figure became bigger and lighter. When he floated in front of Lance, it had become a huge black shadow nearly five meters high...

"Cough...Cough... Aren't you ashamed that you, a big magician, attacked me?" Lance asked angrily.

"Haha, you are not an ordinary young man. You have two holy skills and can still pick up the 'bright left thunder sword'. Can you treat it as an ordinary high level? Besides, you also know that I come from the dark parliament. In my world, there is no fair battle. Even if the opponent is only a weak person in the intermediate level, I will choose an effortless and safe sneak attack, so you don't have to feel anger and regret. At least I keep my promise. I will let you get what you want before you die. I heard that secret."