Lowett took off his pajamas, straightened his hair in front of the mirror, and then the corners of his mouth cocked.

"not bad."

After a month of killing the pirates, plus the navy souls taken from the 153 branch, hundreds of soul **** swallowed into the body, only digested for five days, this achievement is worthy of Lovett's pride.

The flying squirrel rushed to the East China Sea to suppress the pirates, giving Lovet a sense of urgency. In front of the monsters in his memory, he was weak and could not fight back.

strength!

He desperately needs strength!

To achieve the purpose, for self-protection.

Nowadays, the effort has paid off. After five days of adjustment and five days of digestion, the volume of the sphere of mental energy in the soul has increased more than ten times!

Five days ago, it was as weak as a firefly, and after five days it had at least the brightness of an incandescent lamp.

The recovery speed of the Necromancer, who masters the "soul devouring" method, is evident from this.

As long as there are enough souls swallowed, even the soul fragments torn into thousands of pieces in the turbulence of time and space can be restored to heal. Those are just the general conditions of the soul being traumatized, and the recovery speed can be imagined.

The skyrocketing spiritual power is just a representation. The spiritual power is the evolution of the soul, a measured unit of counting. What it really represents is the essence of the soul's continuous growth.

If Lowett’s strength was still at the threshold of a mage apprentice and elementary mage five days ago, now he has crossed that door and advanced to a formal

Elementary mage.

Even if the wizard world cannot find a second elementary mage stronger than him, he is still a elementary mage.

To become an official mage, the soul must be sublimated.

In addition to the "spell apprenticeship" and "mage apprentice", the masters familiar to the world are only junior master apprentice masters, official master scholars, and higher master masters.

Titled Mage and Saint Ten belong to honorific titles and are not counted in the actual level.

Ordinary mages are not used at all.

The Lich, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, may be only one-liner stronger than the official mage standard. The path of magic research is long and full of thorns, and it can become stronger without hard work.

Only those who are truly blessed and have chances against the sky can they step into the gate of the new world behind and be called the "Great Master".

It's rare to see that kind of existence for hundreds of years.

Then when they are all unique in a certain way, strong enough to make the world afraid, and even the thought of looking up cannot be born, they will get the title.

Then!

Only when someone is the leader and the leader in the titled mage is eligible to join the Holy Ten Council.

"Holy Ten" does not have to be ten people, but there are ten founders. Through the tens of thousands of years of history in the world of wizards, it is a drop in the ocean that can fill the age of ten people.

It can be seen from this that the "formal mage" is the first way to distinguish the genius from the mediocrity under the strict hierarchical system of the mage world.

Soul sublimation is also the only criterion for "mage" to surpass "humanity"!

"Not to mention that with my current energy, I can't even see the door of the official mage anywhere."

Lowett shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

Anyway, only a few months after he came into this world, he has already surpassed the achievements that most mediocre talents need to put in a century of hard work. What's not satisfying?

rustle

A cloud of thick black smoke spread from the severed limb, spreading its teeth and claws in the air, and then under the restraint of mental power, it formed a dark arm shape extending from the severed limb.

Necrotic magic wilts black sand!

Lowett used this "arm" that could poison an adult with a single grain of black sand, took the top hat handed over by the black knight, and gently put it on the top of his head.

"Well, not bad! It's still more comfortable as expected."

Looking at a slender man in a black gentleman's dress, black mantle on his shoulders, black thorny gloves, black top hat, pale face, black hair hanging down to his cheeks, Lowett nodded in satisfaction.

The clothing is handmade by the black knight. As a modified body, he does not need much tailoring experience. He only needs to knit the silk threads into the appearance in the picture according to the order.

The dress is not pure black, and the mantle buttons are golden gold, which is full of layers.

However, under the background of Lowett's inexplicably depressing temperament, these decorative colors have only one ending to be ignored.

When the night falls, no matter how beautiful the crystal is under the sun, it will be dim after all.

"What's missing"

Lowett frowned slightly, and suddenly realized after a moment.

Boom!

There was a crisp percussion, and a cane covered with a golden ring appeared under his right hand, regardless of its material. This scene was like magic.

flap!

The weak wind sounded, and a black raven flapped its wings and appeared on his shoulders. It has a pair of beautiful ruby ​​eyes, shining bright red in the dark.

"This is all alive."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lovett was a little emotional.

He dressed up for the first time in his life, in the early morning of the war against the magical empire of St. Oakland.

At that time stood seven black dragon lords behind him, and outside the window was an endless army of black knights.

It was also from that day that the descendants of the founding empire and the hereditary aristocracy "Earl Francis" ceased to exist.

In the horrified eyes of the world, only Earl Black and Francis Lowett were left.

But now

A semi-finished black knight, hundreds of cannon fodder tools outside.

"Triangle Breaker, what a **** name!"

Lowett made no secret of his contempt for the aesthetics of the navy, and made a loud voice: "Even if I fell here, I am also a titled Archmage, Black Earl!"

"black Knight!"

He turned, his face majestic.

"Roar!"