The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

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Ansair threw the thickest books to Sandro, holding a notebook in his hand.

He really needs to know more about the God of Light and the nature of divine power, which is not covered in the inheritance of the giant dragon, but he is too lazy to read it all by himself.

Anyway, Sandro asked him the same after reading it.

The reason why Ansi Er still has a book in his hand is that he really has nothing to do now. Although Sandro's reading and memory speed is fast, it also takes time.

Looking at the not-so-stale notes in his hand, Ans El felt a little strange. Can even the notes be counted as books and included in the library of the Magic City?

There is no title or table of contents on this book, it is indeed the notes of a magician.

To be precise, this is the diary.

There are no complicated formulas and principles on it, so that Ansel is still interested in it.

At the beginning, the owner of the note was just a gold-level magician, who started his own magic research journey with the goal of divine power.

The early stage of the notes just recorded the books he read about the gods and his feelings.

After all, he is a magician, and he showed the arrogance and disdain of magicians to the books of praise of the gods.

However, as the owner of the notebook began to study the existence of the God of Light, his fanatical worship of the God of Light began to appear between the lines, which was completely different from the previous arrogance.

The good guy has two faces.

Ansier looked at the diary and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

When the diary was about halfway through, the notebook master finally had a deeper understanding of divine power, breaking through to the legendary level.

At the same time, he wrote a book "On the Essence of Divine Power", which was recognized and widely discussed by the Academy of Natural Sciences, and became a researcher in the Academy of Natural Sciences.

From then on, the magician's neat notes suddenly became messy, and he would record some daily life, but now he just keeps repeating his fanatical reverence for the God of Light.

Ansi Er was shocked when he saw it. Could this world have the setting of the outer **** of the gram system?

His eyes briefly left the note in his hand, and he cast his gaze on Sandro, and suddenly found that the book he was reading was "On the Essence of Divine Power", and there was clearly a wave of joy and admiration in the soul imprint.

"How is this book written?"

Ansair hurriedly interrupted Sandro's browsing.

Fortunately, Sandro didn't seem to be influenced by the author of the book, so he quickly closed the book, turned his head and replied to Ansair.

"Sir, this book is really well written. The author is not only a genius in magic research, but also a genius in theological research. How can he look at the relationship between divine power, gods, and believers in such a light."

Listening to Sandro's uncontrollable compliment, Ans El was relieved, it turned out to be just his approval of the magician.

"Lord Lord, why don't we spread your supreme will in the Western Continent after we leave the magic capital. I have understood that as long as you register with a magical organization, you can establish a sect to promote your faith. In the Western Continent, this is called freedom of religion."

Sandro eagerly looked at Ans El and made a suggestion.

freedom of religion? The magic capital is really advanced in thinking. Ansel muttered in his heart.

"This matter will be discussed later."

Ansair put on a pretense and declined.

Judging from Sandro's long-term performance, he might come up with a stupid name such as the sect of giants. If he uses this as the foundation of his religion, he doesn't know how long it will take to spread his beliefs. By then, Ansel will be able to traverse the void by himself. .

As we all know, developing production by oneself is of course not as fast as robbing others of what they have accumulated over the years.

When Ansi Er plundered the divine power of the God of Light, and then used the divine power of the God of Light as the capital to spread his faith, it would be so simple.

But the most urgent thing is to think about how to slip into the side of the God of Light without being discovered by the church.

Putting his mind back on his notes, Ansier didn't have the mood to flip through the pile of repeated compliments, and turned to the last few pages.

The original horizontal notes suddenly returned to the neat style before, whether it was the arrogance of the magician or the fanaticism of the religious all disappeared, as if it was just a disguise for the owner of the note.

[The plan was successful, stealing one-tenth of the Pope's authority. 】

A simple sentence, but it contains the joy of the note owner's successful research.

Ansier couldn't help but set off stormy waves in his heart. The God of Light is now only a body. The Pope, as the existence who walks the world to promote faith in place of the God of Light, naturally holds the highest right and status of the God of Light.

But now, the owner of the note, a magician in the magic capital, actually stole some authority from the Pope.

And judging from the church's response, the Pope didn't know that the capital of magic had already cracked some of the mysteries of divine power.

Otherwise, the mere act of the magician to blaspheme against the God of Light would be enough to give the Pope a reason to go to war against the magic capital.

On the bright side, Ansi Er felt that the magic capital was the most powerful organization in the entire world, and the rotten and defeated Light God Cult could not be compared at all.

However, there is a clear record in the inheritance memory of the giant dragon. The Light God Cult has an incomparably powerful angel army. Now they should only obey the Pope's instructions. This is the strongest blade of the church.

Ansel couldn't help but quickly flip through the last few pages of the notes.

[There is a strong barrier in the research, and it is necessary to collect data near the remains of the God of Light. The plan is to... use divine items as a source of divine power, confuse the perceptions of the cardinals around the God of Light, and take the opportunity to approach the God of Light. 】

Damn, the handwriting was actually smeared out in key places.

Ansier couldn't help but angrily rebuked the disgusting plot of this riddleman in his heart. He had seen many TV dramas before, but he never thought that he would meet one day.

It seems that the owner of the note has a way to sneak around the God of Light and avoid many cardinals.

The handwriting is very fresh. It seems that the owner of the note wrote down the last one not long ago. Maybe he has not yet taken action. After all, the price of Ansi Er's divine gemstone is actually higher than expected. Perhaps it is this man. Magician needs sake.

Ansier really did something to capture the owner of this note and take him to steal the throne of the God of Light.

However, even if this is not the capital of magic, it is impossible to retain a demigod-level magician with Ansair and Sandro alone.

Ansier sighed and was about to close the book, but inadvertently saw a series of numbers written on the back of the note.

The number is preceded by the date, followed by the spatial coordinates.

Ansier was overjoyed when he saw this, but his heart fell quickly, and his body was like an ice cave.

He wiped it with his finger, and the string of numbers was wiped off, indicating that it had just been written.

From the appearance of the strangely dressed white-haired old man, he faintly sensed a strange smell.

To the people of the magical capital, he was nothing more than a random intruder.

Even if they knew about Ansel's relationship with Nigus, they just thought he was a giant dragon.

But it didn't make the white-haired old man pay such attention, and he personally came to deliver the book to Ansi Er, and also mixed with a confidential note.

Ansi Er did not think that the secret notes of a demigod-level magician who studied divine power would appear in the library so easily for everyone to read.

The point is that this diary has not been recorded for a long time.

The only thing that was surprising was that the white-haired old man didn't seem to mind that Ansel would find something wrong.

Is he tempting me to ask him questions? Ansier was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of it in his heart.

A feeling of suffocation came to his heart, Ansier put the notes on the bookshelf casually, and his face was ugly.

Since he entered the magical capital, he has been careful everywhere, and now he is still regarded as a plaything that can be manipulated at will by the real powerhouses in this world. This feeling Ansel will never forget.

Recalling the time and coordinates recorded in the notes, he had already made up his mind, even if it was a trap, he would have to jump before giving up.

If he succeeds, Ansier will successfully become the strongest in the world. Under the majestic power of the God of Light, neither the Pope nor the Dean of the Magic City can compare.

There are not many chances to become a big fat man in one bite, and he will never give up this great opportunity now.

In fact, he couldn't understand why the people in the magical capital did this.

The City of Magic and the Church of Light will never be so boring to join forces with each other, Ansi Er, although there are some changes, but the strength is not enough to determine the pattern of the continent.

Ansier put away many doubts in his heart. He originally wanted to say goodbye to Elena, but now I am afraid that the longer he stays in the magic capital, the more dangerous it will be.

In his heart, he has turned the Magic City and Nigus's laboratory into a restricted area of ​​the same grade, and he will never step into the Magic City until he has a strength that absolutely surpasses that of the entire human race.

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[Lord Lord, why do we all have the strength of a demigod, and we are still like a rat crossing the street, on the human continent, we are either running or running on the road. 】

Stealth flying high in the sky, Sandro complained through his soul imprint.

The last time they were in the Eastern Continent, they just destroyed the palace of a small country, and they were chased by the church and ran away for several days.

This time, I haven't done anything in the Magic City. Well, let's first remove the fair scale of destruction artifact.

They can be considered very honest, but Sandro didn't even memorize a few of the books, and was dragged away from the magic capital by Ans El.

Ansair left very hastily and hastily, leaving only a farewell letter to Elena.

Fortunately, the city of magic did not want to force them to stay. When they approached the barrier, before they said anything, the barrier opened a hole.

"Because we are very weak, even if we have the strength of a demigod, we are still weak, and we cannot dominate our own destiny in this world and live arbitrarily!"

Ansair spit out a mouthful of anger.

It really confirms the idea of ​​​​when I was a child, no matter how the strength grows, as long as it has not reached the peak, as long as there is someone stronger than me, then I will always be a weak person, and I must live under the rules set by others.

But it is too boring to keep farming all the time.

"Sorry, my lord, I'm too weak to beat even a human magician."

Hearing the anger and unwillingness in Ansel's tone, Sandro shrank his head and said weakly.

"Sandrew, your strength really needs to be developed. Your current magic is seriously behind the times." Ans El nodded and asked again.

"Do you like those magic books in the library of the Magic City?"

"Of course, any qualified magician will not lack the desire and pursuit of knowledge, but to me, you are the most important."

The desire for magic in Sandro's eyes disappeared in a flash, and only when he looked at Ansel, would the flame of his soul burn wildly.

Although he also loves magic, he is far from the fanaticism of the magicians in the magic capital. He has other pursuits.

"Very good, if you like it, when my vote is successfully completed, you can read as many books as you want in the entire Magic City, and read them for as long as you want."

Ansier smiled smugly and wrote a blank check.

A mature boss must learn to draw pie for his subordinates.

"Really? Your lord!"

The soul flame in Sandro's eyes exploded.

His happiness didn't come entirely from those books, but more from the fact that he felt that Anse Er had a place in his heart.

Does this count as my presence in the Master's future plan? Sandro thought sweetly in his heart.

"Wait, your lord, I will soon become the supreme existence in this world. By then, the entire human race will be crawling on the edge of my dragon's claws, digging gold mines for me all day long!"

The cold wind from the sky was blowing on his face, and the sullenness in Ansier's heart stretched, and he couldn't help but smile when he thought of the picture of the rise of the dragon clan.

"So, Lord, are you really going to try to seize the divine position of the God of Light?"

Sandro worried.

"Yes, I have found an opportunity to get close to the body of the God of Light under the eyes of the Church of Light, and have not been discovered by them."

Ansel did not mention the risks involved~www.readwn.com~ confidently said to Sandro.

But Sandro's concerns did not diminish.

"Then I'd better go with you, at least if there is danger, I can cover you to leave."

"That's it. You are a lich. Even if you have a demigod-level life level, you still cannot be exposed to the Holy Light. When you are discovered, my plan will fail."

Ansair advised with a look of disgust on his face.

"You just wait for me down below, and if there is any accident, I will notify you with my soul imprint."

Ansier didn't know why, probably because he had been with Sandro for too long, and looking at the pale soul flames in his pupils, he could actually read a feeling of reluctance.

Thinking about it carefully, since he met Sandro, the time he had separated from Sandro was barely noticeable.

What a good dog that never gives up!

Ans El sighed in his heart looking at Sandro.