god of tomorrow

Gao Wen had already taken out forty people, but the encirclement was like an onion, with one layer after another. There were at least a hundred people waiting to win in the second circle.

The situation on the third and fourth laps is still unclear.

"Tell me the truth, just how many enemies have you made outside?"

Gawain looked at Ross speechlessly. He had thought that Ross was not to leave after school, but instead, the six major sects besieged Bright Peak and could not kill them all.

Ross fell silent. Because he couldn't tolerate injustice, he always lent a helping hand to the victims in times of trouble, thus harming the interests of many and making many enemies. If these people were to gather together today...

We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them!

"I've dragged you into this."

Ross took full responsibility: "I'll cover you. It'll be a big commotion. You take the opportunity to get out of the encirclement."

"No need, I have a way."

Although Ross is a bit of a simpleton, he is true to his word, believes in justice, and is willing to practice it. Gawain is happy to lend a helping hand, activating the chameleon rune on the white suit, turning him from a white bodysuit pervert into a black bodysuit pervert.

"Follow me, I'll find a way, let's break through towards the university town."

Gao Wen has access to combat red-name maps, and his talent for stealth is off the charts. He knows where there are the fewest people and where is the best place to break out.

Having completed the mission of upholding justice, let's move on to the fifth mission... Never mind, I'm exhausted. I'll leave it to Gawain tomorrow!

"Wait a minute, you there, assign a breakout mission."

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The two, one after the other, managed to slip out of the encirclement without serious injury, broke out of the gray area, and raced towards the university town.

The encirclement changed several times, and there were even followers heading towards the university town. Clearly, someone had used perception magic. Because Gawain and Ross were moving too fast, they were forced to stop their pursuit as they approached the university town.

This isn't over yet! xN

Somewhere in the university town, Gao Wen completed five missions in one night, proving with real combat that he had a full advantage in the promising profession of assassin. Just as he was pondering whether to change jobs, he turned his head and saw Ross's slightly disdainful look.

The way he looked at me was like I was a psychopath.

Because he was an upright person, he couldn't openly despise Gao Wen who had offered him a helping hand, so he avoided eye contact, looking as if he had seen a pervert but dared not speak up.

Damn it, you're acting all aggrieved!

Gao Wen blushed as he was stared at. He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the ground. "Damn that perverted bodysuit. If I wear it again, I'll be a hammer."

Ross hesitated for a long time before asking, "Gauss, this kind of taste of yours... are you a nobleman?"

You're the nobleman! Your whole family are noblemen!

You look so refined, how come you start swearing like that, and with such vile language!

"Not a nobleman, just a commoner."

Gawain retorted irritably, "If I were a nobleman, would I be short of your 5000 coins? It's just that I'm broke and want to earn some hard-earned money to save up for a useful magic item."

The implication is: more money!

Ross didn't understand what he meant and looked Gawain up and down: "Gawain, if I'm not mistaken, you are a student at the Royal Magic University."

"What, checking ID?"

"No, I am also a student."

Upon entering the university town, Ross had a suspicion. Thinking about how he had used a pseudonym, he felt even more ashamed: "If you don't mind, I can introduce you to a noblewoman. Although she is not well-known at the school, she is sincere, humble, and polite. With my introduction, she will definitely fund your studies."

Ross wanted to introduce his sugar daddy to Gawain, whose character was reliable, and the sugar daddy would probably be happy to do so.

If all else fails, he will give his knighthood to Gawain.

"No need, I just want to rely on myself."

Gawain shook his head repeatedly. The little black witch had gone so far as to launch a night raid on his face and use intimate, moaning techniques to entice him, but he still hadn't agreed to Hervy's advances.

Who does Rose's sugar daddy think he is? If you're going to agree to Rose's offer, you might as well choose a Labrador!

There's no room for discussion tonight, and there's no room for discussion later. He's made his decision: if he ever becomes a knight in shining armor for Ross's sugar daddy, he's a complete bastard!

Ross fell silent after hearing Gawain's words.

He used to think and insist on the same thing: rely on yourself and never be someone else's knight. Then the sugar daddy's sister came to him, using all sorts of persuasive tactics and relentless pressure to wear him down, completely smoothing out his rough edges.

Ultimately, unable to defeat them, he signed a contract to join their organization, and after graduation, he became their knight in shining armor, even becoming their sister's slave.

That said, the sugar daddy's sister seems to be quite busy lately; aside from having him warn Cynthia, she hasn't beaten him up in a long time.

Ross thought about many things at that moment. Although the patron's sister was a real jerk with serious violent tendencies, the patron was indeed a good person and would become a good lord in the future.

Excellent people should gravitate towards other excellent people; Gao Wen deserves this, and so does the sponsor.

Thinking of this, Ross lied and said, "Let's meet her. She's very beautiful, and... she has long legs... uh, she's quite magnanimous... she's a very generous person."

They're really going all out to win over Gawain.

"Ah, this..."

You have such thick eyebrows and big eyes, you're really good at judging people!

"Pah, who do you think you are!"

Gao Wen picked up his suit jacket, turned around and left. He wasn't planning to go back to school tonight; he would stay alone in a couples' hotel.

Gordon's necromancy bothered him greatly, and his ability to accurately track movements made him restless and unable to eat or sleep. If he didn't solve the problem, he wouldn't be happy to have his face covered by the little black witch again, or even when he went to a hotel with Hervy.

We must find the Lord of Death and get to the bottom of this. What exactly happened? Is he having someone else behind his back?

We promised to be each other's only one.

If he doesn't explain things clearly today, he'll turn to the sun god for help.

Chapter 77 Ten isn't enough, let's fight twenty!

Underworld.

Gawain traded a few pieces of junk for the gaze of the Lord of Death.

Sometimes, the Lord of Death really wanted to tell Gawain that he could live without faith, but he should at least maintain basic respect. Who was he insulting with all this junk?

I chose this person, so what if we divorce? Don't be angry, don't be angry!

At this moment, the Lord of Death is like Gawain, who created the system. Knowing that this guy is a complete scumbag, he still chooses to wrong himself.

put!

"The great ruler of death, the sovereign of the end, the god of eternity..."

Gawain began with a prelude, solemnly recounting his experiences that evening, starting with the Necromancer Guild and continuing until Gordon unleashed necromancy he had never seen before.

The explosive art of Soulfire and Death Qi is undoubtedly necromancy. Either the Death Lord has someone else outside, or someone has logged into the Death Lord's account from another location.

The latter, in particular, is exceptionally serious; it is recommended that the Death Lord follow the network cable to kill it.

After hearing Gao Wen's story, the Lord of Death fell into a long silence.

Gawain didn't ask anything, and waited quietly. Judging from the dilapidated state of the underworld, he actually had some guesses.

The underworld experienced a great war, a war of gods, one against many or one against chaos, a Pyrrhic victory or a crushing defeat...

The causes of war can be varied, but the result is the same: the flames of war ignited the underworld, causing the Lord of Death, as one of the Seven Orders, to suffer a decline in his lineage. Believers could no longer purchase advanced magic, and the Pantheon could only sit at the children's table when they held parties.

After a long time, the Lord of Death finally gave a reply, stating that there were two possibilities regarding Gawain's situation.

The first possibility is that Gordon mastered high necromancy through Chaos Sacrifice.

The second possibility is that a mysterious and powerful being, the victor in the war of gods, completed the replacement of faith by stealing fragments of the underworld, and the ruler of death was no longer the only one.

The first possibility is the least likely.

Don't ask why there is necromancy in the chaos; the Lord of Death would be heartbroken.

Considering that Chaos bit off a fragment of the Underworld before, it's clear that Chaos is a habitual offender of dine-and-dash, having swallowed a large amount of Underworld laws. It's quite normal for it to open a blind box of necromancy magic in its prize pool.

That being said, it's not quite right to put it that way.

Chaos Sacrifice, also known as a gamble of life and death, has an extremely high probability of killing or maiming the sacrificer. Ninety-nine percent of sacrificers fall at this stage, leaving only 1% to venture into the Sea of ​​Chaos, where numerous choices will come randomly, and the possibility of accidentally casting necromancy is extremely slim.

The second possibility is the most likely.

The Lord of Death knows better than anyone the dead end he is in. If nothing unexpected happens, there is no way to break out. One day in the future, a new God of Death will take his place.

Without considering the future, one or more such deities must have appeared.

At this moment, this deity is besieging the last remaining territory of the Death Lord, unleashing the ability to sense high-level necromancy, relentlessly eroding and pursuing it, ensuring that the Death Lord will never have a chance to rise again.

The battle of gods is cruel. The victor ascends to the pinnacle of glory, while the loser eats dust and loses everything, not even qualifying to be a substitute.

There is a third possibility that cannot be ruled out.

Gordon successfully passed the Chaos Sacrifice Ritual, obtained necromancy from among countless choices, and even luckily acquired a fragment of the underworld, granting him the ability to sense high-level necromancy...

The feasibility of each of the three operations is progressively lower, and the probability of achieving all of them is infinitely close to zero. They only exist in theory, and the concept of the Death Master is just a myth that even I don't believe in.

How can someone be so lucky? Is he a chosen one of destiny?

Someone like Gordon only deserves respect for the dead. He has no chance to be chosen by the Son of Heaven!

Gawain and the Lord of Death shared the same view. Unfortunately, Gordon was already dead. Facing the blond-haired man directly would have been a simple matter. If he had died a little slower and given the Ferryman a chance, he could have easily confronted him and become an intern in the Underworld.

Thinking of this, Gao Wen felt helpless. He couldn't show his strongest skills and equipment to anyone, which severely hampered his gameplay.

"Great Lord of Death, is there any way to hide the high-level necromancy on my body?" Gawain asked impatiently. You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief for a thousand days. If he loses once, he'll be dead.

The Lord of Death has no good solution; the current laws of the underworld cannot achieve this. It is recommended that Gawain learn a high-level magic that is the opposite of death, in order to conceal his aura and confuse his opponent.

"Solar magic, right?"

Gawain's eyes lit up; he had been craving solar magic for some time.

Necromancy is best left unseen, while solar magic is the most obvious and optimal solution. It demands extremely high physical abilities from the caster and can amplify the caster's base stats to the maximum extent. When it does strike, it's an instant kill.

Whether someone is strong or not, the key is being handsome, and being handsome lasts a lifetime!

No, it's not that he's handsome, it's that he's sunny and full of positive energy.

It's just what makes up for the light that was borrowed!

Gawain had it all planned out: a righteous and honorable swordsman in public, a sneak attack and backstab in private, and turning enemies into friends with undead. Apart from the high price, there was nothing wrong with it.