god of tomorrow

"It's very professional, and so far there's been no evidence of them being caught."

The unlicensed taxi driver said he always catered to different customers. Gao Wen looked innocent and casually handed over 10,000 yuan in cash. With such a cool pose, it was understandable that the guys were tempted.

However, considering that Gao Wen had suddenly changed into a white suit, which must be a magical artifact, and recalling the speech about the speed bump, the black cab driver was worried that he had misjudged the situation and would end up being taken advantage of instead of getting something. He politely said, "We don't need much. Four formal mages, 10,000 each. I just received my money, so you can just give me another 30,000."

"Brother, it's not like you're a novice, why are you being so humble?"

"That's right, he's already seen her face."

The three robbers talked amongst themselves, completely oblivious to the unlicensed taxi driver's cues. It's not that they lacked experience; it's just that reliance on past experience is a recipe for disaster. Gao Wen's innocent college student face was too deceptive.

scoff!

The sound of screeching brakes came from behind the black section of road, and an even more dilapidated secondhand car stopped. It was probably a third-hand car, with advertisements for "professional team," "crying service," and "corpse beautification" pasted on both sides of the car door.

"What's going on? Is it time?"

The sudden appearance of the broken-down car stunned the four robbers. They checked their watches and realized it was clearly legal time to commit the crime; it wasn't time for them to act as law-abiding citizens yet.

So here's the question: how did the professional cleaning team get on the scene so early?

Four people got out of the car. The white-bearded old man in the lead was dressed in a mage's robe. Who else could it be but Gordon, the branch president of the Necromancer's Guild, and three swindlers?

Now, Gao Wen was also dumbfounded.

Coincidence? Chance encounter?

Impossible, there aren't that many coincidences in the world.

But if it wasn't a coincidence, his trip to the capital tonight was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Where did Gordon get the intelligence that allowed him to intercept him so precisely?

Seeing that Gawain was safe and sound, Gordon's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, no longer pounding with anxiety as before.

It's so necromancer-like; the old car was terrible, barely moving in a straight line. If the black car hadn't pulled over, I would have lost it tonight.

Gordon glanced at the four robbers blocking his way but didn't take them seriously.

A nobody, not worth mentioning!

Gordon was able to pinpoint Gawain's location precisely because the bishop of the Church of Eternal Flame cast a spell on him, enabling him to sense the aura of high necromancy.

Locking onto the aura means locking onto Gao Wen.

The bishop was a lucky one who succeeded in a Chaos sacrifice ritual and obtained necromancy. When he first received this magic, he was completely confused and doubted whether he had opened the Chaos in the wrong way.

As is widely known, the Lord of Death controls the copyright of necromancy and has the final right of interpretation. As one of the Seven Orders, necromancy is undoubtedly an Order magic.

Order and chaos are like black and white, the most fundamental opposites. The key of chaos can never open the door to order.

But then, he pushed open that door.

After much contemplation, the bishop roughly understood why there was no advanced necromancy on the continent and why necromancers had no way to learn it.

The Lord of Death has long since fallen!

Because of the fall of the Lord of Death, the pillar of order representing the 'Netherworld' collapsed, causing the originally rigorous necromancy system to become fragmented, fall from the Temple of Order, and ultimately be swallowed by the vortex of chaos.

Necromancy thus became ownerless!

This perfectly explains why necromancers have no future on the continent of Universal World, and can only master some low-level, unsystematic magic, because high-level necromancy has long been lost with the fall of the gods.

pass!

Everything that seemed illogical now makes sense!

This speculation was reasonable and well-founded, and the bishop quickly came to believe it. Having seen through the truth, his ambition swelled infinitely.

Is it possible that his being chosen by chaos was not a coincidence?

The world cannot be without the Seven Orders. The Lord of Death is gone, but he has obtained the key. He is the chosen one, the replacement, the next Lord of Death!

Once a disrespectful thought arises, it cannot be suppressed.

Magic can only be obtained through sacrifice. Mages do not have the qualifications or ability to develop it. They cannot achieve greatness with just one necromancy spell. How can he become stronger and master more necromancy spells?

We can't keep sacrificing to chaos forever, can we?

The bishop perused the scriptures, studied the fragments that were denounced as heresy, and exchanged ideas with friendly churches. Through various arguments, he finally found a solution and became even more convinced that he was the chosen one.

The chaotic creation is like a lonely island in the ocean.

They are independent of each other, yet they are drawn together by the invisible tides. When two isolated islands approach each other, the tides will tear apart the weaker one and turn it into nourishment for the stronger one.

This is the law of chaos, and also His only 'order'.

In other words, those who possess chaos magic of the same attribute will be attracted to each other, kill each other, plunder the source, and use it for their own purposes to rebuild order.

From that day forward, the bishop vowed to become the longest river in the necromancer world, using it as a springboard to step into legend and ultimately reach the top to become the new ruler of death.

That being said, finding a user of the same chaotic magic attribute in the vast sea of ​​people is no easy task. Even if the two parties sense each other when they get close, the difficulty is no less than finding a needle in a haystack.

We caught it!

It's located in the university town.

Based on external descriptions, the bishop found a highly probable person of the same kind.

To prevent the two sides from getting close and having their auras detected by the other side, he did not reveal himself. Instead, he used the holy artifact of the Church of Eternal Flame, along with his own necromancy, and bestowed a blessing upon his loyal hounds, granting them the ability to sense advanced necromancy and allowing them to approach and test each other one by one.

The result was correct; the other party, like him, obtained advanced necromancy through a chaotic sacrifice.

Unfortunately, the target never left the university town, so we never found an opportunity to make a move.

The bishop sent people to keep watch over the university town; who was he waiting for...?

It's not hard to guess.

In the entire university town, who looks like a ghost at first glance?

Gordon is one of the bishop's henchmen and has the ability to sense high necromancy. Coincidentally, Gawain possesses high necromancy, and the newspapers say that Gawain is a survivor of the Chaos Sacrifice Ritual.

It matches perfectly, it matches perfectly!

Gordon exclaimed how lucky he was. What was he waiting for? He could just capture the man and hand him over to the bishop, and he would become the archdeacon.

Thinking of his promising future, Gordon's eyes narrowed as he looked at Gawain. He swallowed hard and said loudly, "Don't be afraid, classmate. We just happened to be passing by. We'll help you chase the robbers away."

I don't believe you for a second! You're a really bad old man!

Gordon's supposedly righteous words, fueled by his excited heart and trembling hands, appeared full of malice. Given that he was originally the leader of a gang of con artists, Gawain would have to be an idiot to believe that this guy was just a kind passerby.

Last night, Lily simply covered his mouth and nose, and his breathing was relatively smooth. There was no possibility of mental impairment caused by long-term oxygen deprivation to the brain.

[Host triggers mission [Double Robbery]]

[Mission Description: Gordon and his gang are hostile. We are surrounded by dangers, with wolves in front and tigers behind, and large bushes nearby. This is no place to linger. Please finish this quickly.]

[Task Rewards: 8 Experience Points, 3000 Gold Coins, 30 Basic Free Attribute Points]

【Whether to accept? 】

【whether】

Gao Wen immediately accepted the task. He glanced at the four wolves blocking the road and then at the four tigers blocking the way. Fighting eight against one was a bit stressful.

Moreover, the system indicated that there were bushes nearby, and who knows how many kind passersby might be hiding there.

After only a second of thought, Gawain flashed behind Gordon, shielding the four con men in front of him: "President Gordon, thank goodness you're here, otherwise I would be in big trouble tonight."

"Of course, you are a union member after all, how can we just stand by and watch you be bullied?"

Gordon thought to himself that this was a sure thing, and waved to his three underlings, ordering them to kill them all and leave no survivors.

The original plan was to use three cannon fodder characters to test Gawain's unknown necromancy, but now they're unnecessary. Having been saved this time, Gawain will only have complete faith in the gentle, white-bearded old man. There's no need to tie him up; a few words are enough to trick Gawain into going to the industrial park.

"Mind your own business, you old fools. If you want to die, so be it."

On the robbery side, apart from the taxi driver who was having second thoughts, the remaining three robbers chose to roll up their sleeves and get to work. They were all desperate criminals who had been living on the edge, and they were not about to let their prey slip away.

Three against three.

The battle raged to one place.

The unlicensed taxi driver didn't move, Gordon didn't move, and Gawain didn't move either.

Gawain shielded Gordon in front of him. Of the eight targets in the arena, only the white-bearded old man posed the greatest pressure to him.

Shoot the horse before shooting the man, curse the mother before cursing the man—it starts with you!

"President Gordon, let's attack together while we outnumber each other."

As Gawain said this, he gripped the black dagger in his backhand, took a step forward, and thrust it straight at Gordon's back.

"No rush, it's not time for me to make a move yet..."

If you're not going to make a move, then don't make one!

Pfft! x8

Eight strikes per second, learned from Fan Sen, each strike hitting a vital point.

"What are you doing?!"

Gordon coughed up blood, completely unprepared for this turn of events. Where was his promised gratitude? Where exactly did things go wrong?

The unlicensed taxi drivers across the street were stunned.

What's going on? Aren't they on our side? x2

In the bushes not far from the expressway, a dark figure lurked, silently watching the thief-on-the-spot plot unfold ahead.

Seeing Gao Wen raise his knife against his savior and slash eight times in a second without even blinking, a hint of contempt flashed in the shadowy figure's eyes.

These ungrateful scoundrels have such handsome faces, they're simply unbearable to look at!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 73 One Slash Ninety-Nine

"Wow!"

Gordon was stabbed eight times, all in vital areas. The excruciating pain pulled him back to reality from his fantasy. His acting skills were completely lacking. Gawain was as cunning as a monkey. Trying to trick him into going to the industrial park was pure daydreaming.

The matter of offering gifts to the bishop can wait; the most important thing right now is to survive, otherwise he will have no future.