One week later It had been a week since the battle that shocked the world ended. The originally dilapidated city, which was full of chaos and screams, had gradually settled down. There were only the sounds of clanging and banging and the sounds of construction teams working, as if everything had returned to its original tranquility.

In secret, countless powerful figures are frantically pursuing the so-called supernatural powers. They begin to look for existences that can break through human limits.

With the joint efforts of these big men, many young mages were found, and they were forced or bribed to hand over their inheritance or force them to serve. However, truly powerful mages like Daddy Daolong used various means to conceal their own information and confuse cognitive concepts.

Coupled with the combined effects of positive energy and evil energy in the dark, almost all the famous wizards have not been found. They just lie in wait silently for the next opportunity, a better opportunity to seize longevity, power, magic, and knowledge.

The battle between Taylor and the Holy Lord also caused a huge storm in the supernatural world. The mysterious man who was able to crush the Holy Lord (they thought), the strongest demon wizard among the eight demons in his heyday, was also sought after by many wizards in the supernatural world.

They saw in Taylor a farther road and a power beyond the limits of this world. Many old wizards whose strength had almost stagnated and who had planned to give up the pursuit of knowledge and instead pursue life, rekindled their hope after witnessing this terrifying power and plunged into a new round of magic research.

There were also many black magicians who saw such a terrifying figure and easily suppressed the legendary demon. The leaders of the black energy chose to flee from here and go to more remote places and lurk in the deep mountains and forests.

Daolong was one of them. He thought that he would be invincible after defeating the great wizard and killing him. However, when he actually witnessed the battle between the Holy Lord and Taylor, he realized that the era of black energy has not yet arrived. As long as that terrifying figure exists, as long as that figure has not been confirmed to disappear, he will never be able to show up.

The black wizard who has lived for a long time is not a fool. It is worth mentioning that Daolong also saw a more distant scenery from this battle, so he moved out of his castle and took his black warriors to a mysterious primeval jungle.

While paying attention to the battle, he accidentally overturned his bookcase and saw the whereabouts of the legendary Holy Grail that contained the power of life in an ancient book that had been lost for a long time.

Looking up at the ancient castle that was burned to ashes by the black flames, Daolong looked at the open mouth in his palm and his materials, knowledge and property stored in it, then turned around without mercy and walked into the depths of the dense forest.

"Gan, Wen, Cui, Shan, it's time for us to go."

It is time to further study the great black magic while pursuing a longer life.

"Damn it! How could I have known that the stone plate passed down from my family could turn into such a horrible monster? Moreover, it was it that destroyed my foundation and my building!!!"

Valon, who is wanted by both the black and white worlds and whose net worth has exceeded tens of billions, is now hiding in a garbage dump. His once bright and beautiful suit has lost its luster and is full of holes. He has not shaved for a long time, and his hair is messy and stuck together in clumps. The unpleasant stench he exudes can hardly hide his panic and confusion.

He really couldn't understand. He just went downstairs and took a taxi to recruit a master of physical skills to expand the power of their Black Hand organization.

But in the blink of an eye, his old nest was bombed and the roof was blown off. Now his wealth has passively increased by hundreds of billions and he has become a walking gold mine, being watched by countless greedy eyes.

"Why on earth is this happening? Holy Lord! My family has served you for hundreds of years, and this is how you treat me?!"

On a dark, stormy night, the depressed man huddled in a pile of garbage let out an unwilling roar.

"Come quickly, come quickly, I heard someone shouting here, maybe it's the walking 10 billion!!!"

"grass!!!!"

In the office of the chief of District 13, Sheriff Black, who had no hair on his head and was wearing a red shirt, was handling several calls by himself.

"Yes, sir, yes, that's right, I think that's the way it should be, sir."

"Well, if that's the case, I think we should think about it again and discuss it more. They possess a power that we have never come into contact with."

"Excuse me, sir. What are you talking about? My signal is a bit bad here. The signal jammer keeps failing lately. Sorry."

Click

After dealing with the situation with an art of verbal communication, Sheriff Blake wiped the sweat from his forehead and slumped in his office chair. With a wry smile on his face, he looked at the photo of himself and Chen Long when they were young on his desk.

My old friend, you have really put me in trouble this time.

I always think of you as my best friend.

The changes in this world are beyond my ability to see clearly. I will ask you again in a few days when it is my birthday, my old friend.

On the site of the ancient Mayan civilization, a Quetzalcoatl god with a gorgeous crown on his head, like a lizard man, but with wings of colorful feathers growing on his back, a battle skirt around his lower body, strong muscles all over his body, and a sharp flash in his light yellow eyes, flew out from the underground ruins. He looked at the clear sky and the endless wilderness.

It's time to welcome back the Mayan princess. My princess, where are you?

Papa's Antiques

The man who single-handedly launched an unprecedented and shocking battle, made everyone realize the existence of human-shaped nuclear bombs, and even surpassed human-shaped nuclear bombs and was comparable to human-shaped celestial bodies, and changed the entire world pattern with his own strength, was now sitting at a small round table in the kitchen of the antique shop, drinking a sip of hot tea.

Looking at Taylor, who was leisurely holding a hot tea in one hand and a dragon-shaped earth-brown ball in the other, Chen Long and his father looked at each other. They opened their mouths but found that they could not say anything. They could only sigh sadly and wait for this gentleman to speak.

Xiaoyu hid behind the kitchen door and secretly poked her head out to look at Uncle Long and her father who looked distressed. Then she stared with admiration at the young figure who was sitting in a dragon-shaped clay ball and drinking hot tea.

Taylor doesn't have time to deal with Chen Long and the others now. He is communicating with the Holy Lord in his mind.

"Holy Lord, I have given you enough time to think about it. Tell me how to communicate with hell."

(End of this chapter)