The powerful beyond-limit magic tore through the space blockade, and Barbossa prepared to cast a spell to take the man in black and the shadow away.

The man in black stopped him.

"Do me one last favor."

"oh?"

"Help me save that old man."

Barbossa turned around and found that the old president of the Alchemist Association was standing alone. He was already very close to the center of the magic storm.

"What if I say no? Haven't you already completely buried the past?" Barbossa knew the man's identity, so he was not surprised at all by his request.

"..." The man was silent for a while.

"The two bottles of magic potion you drank have huge side effects, which may make you feel excruciating pain after five minutes. But I have a magic potion here that can alleviate the side effects. Although it cannot completely offset it, it can at least prevent you from the pain.

Fainted."

"You have such a weak soul." Barbossa knew that potions that enhance strength in a short period of time must have severe side effects, but he didn't expect that the man in black was threatening them with a relieving potion.

He took a deep breath to avoid losing control of himself and accidentally killing the man in black.

"Listen carefully, even if I want to save you, there is nothing I can do. Even I dare not get close to the center of the magic. If I am not careful, I may be pulled in."

"space……"

"Don't think about it. The space here is already crumbling. Do you think the space in the magic center will still be safe?"

Barbossa interrupted what the man wanted to say.

"I can save him, but there is an additional condition." The demonic figure let out a sharp laugh.

The man in black and Barbossa looked at the shadow that had been silent for a long time.

"After you complete the task assigned to you by that adult, you will also give me an additional copy of the experimental results."

"You have a good plan." Barbossa sneered.

"Okay." The man in black didn't hesitate too much.

"Time flies and shadows pass by."

The body of the demon gradually blurred, and his speed at this time seemed to take away part of the time. It was difficult for the undead creatures to touch him, and the suction of the undead black hole had no effect at all.

The old man only felt a gust of wind passing by him, and then there was a blurry picture at high speed. When he came back to his senses, he was already far away from the center of the necromancy magic.

Although the effect of the medicine has not worn off, Demon Shadow's aura has become much weaker, and it seems that this move consumes a lot of money for him.

The old man stared blankly at the culprit who destroyed this city.

"Why do you want to save me? Isn't it good to let my old bones die here?" There was deep resentment in the old man's tone, and he looked at the man in black angrily.

"Teacher..." The man in black was about to say something but was interrupted again.

"I thought you had forgotten your teacher a long time ago, Cassel." The old man's tone was full of sarcasm.

He had long suspected that the man in black was Cassel, who had been missing for ten years, the youngest genius in potions and his most proud student!

But these have all become a thing of the past along with this destroyed city.

He has thrown himself into the embrace of dark alchemy, and he is the culprit who destroyed the glory of alchemy!

"I have never forgotten you, and I have never thought of disowning you. You have always been my teacher."

"Since you still remember that I am your teacher, why would you do such a thing? Do you still know how many people Black Death has killed? You know what you have destroyed

Is it not just the Alchemist Association, but the inheritance of the entire alchemy?" The old man looked at the man in black heartbrokenly.

"Teacher, you don't need me to tell you about the law of the jungle, right? Since he died, it means he has no ability to survive in this cruel world. Death is a perfect destination for them."

The man in black, or rather Cassell, had an unusually cold voice, like ice that would never melt.

"As for the dead alchemists? The future of alchemy? Don't be kidding. They are just a bunch of scumbags who deserved their death. They cannot afford the future of alchemy at all. Only under my leadership can alchemy reach an unprecedented level.

the height of."

The old man looked at Cassel desperately, knowing that this smartest student had changed.

He became cruel, cold, extreme, and crazy.

He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, and lying dead for millions of people and bleeding for thousands of miles will not cause any turmoil in his heart.

"Cassell, you have changed. You are no longer the smart, proud, enthusiastic and kind-hearted student I knew."

"Teacher, it's not that I have changed. It's that I finally understand the nature of human beings."

"Casel, you can still turn back. You can still make up for all this! If you really still recognize me as your teacher, just come back, go back to the place where the light shines." The old man is still making his last effort, hoping.

Put young people back on the right path.

The man in black shook his head: "Teacher, you are wrong. Cassel has been dead since the day he witnessed the death of his wife and child. What you see in front of you is just a vengeful soul."

The old man finally despaired. He knew that the upright and strong young man would never come back.

As he said himself, this body is filled only with the desire for revenge.

"kill me."

"Teacher..." Cassel frowned.

"I said, kill me!" The old man closed his eyes. Although he was old and weak, his voice still sounded calm and self-defeating.

"A few unscrupulous guys also want to set off a wave in the mainland. Even without you, Black Death will find the antidote sooner or later, and there will always be someone in the potions science who will step forward."

The old man first said this to Cassel, and then looked at the Necromancer and the Shadow.

"As for you two, although you won this time, you will not be so lucky in the future. The entire Irish continent will never stop hunting you, so you have to hide. After all, mice will be mice, and they can only

Stay in the shadow of the stinking ditch for the rest of your life."

"Old man, you are looking for death!" Barbossa's eyes flashed fiercely.

"Don't kill him!"

The man in black interrupted the Necromancer's spellcasting.

"Ignore him, he is deliberately irritating us, let's go." The man in black was not prepared to ignore the old president who had already given up his mind. He asked Barbossa to send the three of them away directly.

The old president sneered twice and took out a magic scroll from the bag. The strong magic fluctuations proved that this scroll was engraved with a high-level magic.

The arcane star map unfolded, and the red light almost covered it.

"No, this lunatic!" After casting the ultra-limited magic, Barbossa did not have much remaining magic power, and it was impossible for him to open a higher-level magic barrier.

"Teacher, why are you doing this?" Cassel sighed quietly.

He just waved his hand towards the old man, and some dust drifted away with the wind.

The old man who was about to detonate the magic scroll suddenly felt that he had difficulty breathing. His old disease broke out at this moment. The old man fell to the ground in pain, and he had no extra strength.

Go and detonate the magic scroll.

The old man's eyes widened with anger, his face turned purple-black, and his blood vessels bulged out. After struggling for a few times, the old man stopped moving at all.

The necromancer laughed, "Instead of dying in the end, he might as well have died in the black hole of the undead just now. How does it feel to kill your own teacher with your own hands?"

Cassel sighed, he didn't want to do this, all this was forced by the old man, he still had important things to do, and he absolutely couldn't die here.

Seeing the tragic death of his mentor, and the fact that he was the one responsible for the murder, Cassell felt a little heavy.

He spent a few minutes erecting a tombstone for the old man. Standing in front of the tombstone, he thought about bits and pieces of the past.

How the old man brought him to the Alchemist Guild, how he took care of her, how he taught him.

If he makes progress, the old man will praise him.

When he is wronged, the old man will quarrel with others until his face turns red.

When he has doubts, the old man will guide him.

He got married, and the old man's face was filled with joy.

He gave birth to a son, and the master of alchemy was as happy as an ordinary old man who was about to have a grandson.

He was promoted to legend, and the old man's eyes were full of joy

He suffered persecution, and the old man ran around for it.

His family was ruined, and the old man blamed himself for failing to protect him...

Before leaving, he looked back at the lonely tombstone.

Sleeping under the tombstone is a generation of alchemist masters.

He was also his mentor who was as close as father and son.

A stubborn but great old man.

Likewise, those buried here also have their own completely dead hearts.

Everything in my past was finally cut off, abandoned and buried by myself on this day.

Is it all worth it?
To be continued...