Under the soft golden halo, the expression on Morin's face flickered.

There was something strange on his face, and some other feeling that was hard to describe.

godhead.

He was very familiar with the aura of the golden prismatic crystal in front of him. Once, when he went back to the endlessly distant past, he collected many such prismatic crystals.

This is the godhead, the foundation for extraordinary people to become gods, establish the kingdom of God, and wield the authority of gods. It is also the unshakable authority of the gods.

He never thought that in the wizarding world of such a distant time, he could still see such a thing.

As Morin thought about it, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the floating divine power, and looked at it carefully.

At first glance, Morin discovered something unusual and wrong.

"This is not a complete godhead, it's just a part of it." Morin took a quick look and understood what was going on.

Yes, although this godhead still possesses divinity, Morin can easily distinguish that this godhead is only a part of it.

"Part of it..." The corners of Morin's mouth curled up slightly.

"Chip, based on the divine knowledge in the database, construct the divine power of this godhead and build a bridge of divinity!"

Morin looked calm, but in his heart, he gave such an instruction to the chip.

"Coo, coo, coo!"

The divine power in Morin's hand slowly dimmed and turned into an ordinary dull golden crystal, without its previous magical power. The cuckoo that had been squatting above Diana's head stared straight at the divine power in Morin's hand. It cooed, and the sound of its call changed, becoming very rapid, and its eyes almost popped out.

"Silly bird, stop it!" Diana stretched out her hand and pressed the cuckoo's body hard, but there was something strange in the way she looked at Maureen.

Diana and Cuckoo Bird expressed it directly, while Ruth next to them glanced at the divine power in Maureen's hand inconspicuously, with an ambiguous look in her eyes.

Although no one knows what the golden prismatic crystal in Morin's hand is, there is no doubt that it is an extremely precious thing.

Ruth secretly withdrew her gaze, her eyelids drooped, her eyes wandering, not daring to look any further.

"Okay, let's go." The divine power disappeared in Maureen's hands. Maureen raised his head, smiled gently at Ruth and Diana, and then walked forward.

"Mo Lin, don't you need me to lead the way? I know all the maps and defenses of the entire hot spring underground palace..."

Ruth was startled, she chased after him and spoke quickly.

"No need." Morin felt the message fed back by the chip in his mind and shook his head slightly.

Ruth didn't say anything, and Diana followed Maureen quietly, and they walked forward together.

Morin seemed to be very familiar with his surroundings. He kept walking forward. He passed through many secret rooms and palaces, and walked more and more remotely. Finally, Morin stopped in a place that looked ordinary and peaceful.

Looking closely, this inconspicuous place is actually a remote but extremely magnificent palace.

"Diana, Ruth, you wait outside." Maureen said, and walked straight forward.

He had just approached when something strange happened.

As if silently, two terrifying and strange stone creatures suddenly emerged from the stone wall in front. They all had the strength of the peak level three, and one of them was slightly stronger and had already touched the threshold of the fourth level.

"Stop, who are you and why are you here? This is a forbidden area that has been blocked by the order of the Lord in charge himself. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter. Leave quickly, otherwise we will come and kill you alive!" In front, the two monsters were howling in the air, and one of them was roaring continuously, making a terrifying sound.

But Maureen didn't even look at them.

ah.

ah.

Two screams were heard, and Morin didn't do anything. The two monsters roared in pain in mid-air, and then their bodies shattered and turned into points of light and completely disappeared on the spot.

Morin walked straight ahead without stopping.

The road ahead was shaking slightly. Many witchcraft lights appeared and witchcraft marks shuttled back and forth, constantly interweaving. It looked extremely mysterious and extremely terrifying.

This is a powerful witchcraft circle set up by Locke and the powerful warlock of the Eye of Bermuda. There is no doubt that this witchcraft circle has a very strong power and is almost a fatal blow.

But Morin still moved forward. His body was slightly blurred and distorted, as if it was unreal, or just a phantom. He quickly passed through without being affected by this place in the slightest.

Morin possesses a great deal of knowledge about witchcraft, and his accumulation is extremely rich. Over the years, whether it is potions, witchcraft array design, witchcraft models, energy conversion and other aspects, Morin has reached a terrifying level that is unimaginable for an ordinary wizard.

The many things arranged by Locke were extremely tight and could indeed stop many powerful wizards, even powerful level five spirit rings. However, for Morin, these things did not have much effect.

As the sound of booming sounded, the palace in front opened completely, revealing a darkness. Morin's body sank into the darkness and disappeared completely.

Only Diana and Ruth, who had different thoughts in their minds, remained outside.

Things were happening in the Hot Spring Palace, and something else was happening in the Eye of Bermuda.

The two places are different.

It is so.

Not the same.

Locke was sitting on a high-backed bench. He was wearing a gorgeous robe, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a dignified demeanor and indescribable majesty, which was completely different from the madness and obscenity he had shown with Luna in the hot spring palace before.

The banquet was still going on and the atmosphere was becoming more and more heated.

Many heads of wizarding organizations and warlock heritages came over. They toasted Locke very respectfully, talked a lot, and were very humble.

Locke had a dignified and solemn look on his face. He ignored many people and only said a word or two occasionally.

"Everything is fine. It seems that everything is going much more smoothly than we imagined." Just when no one came over, a figure in a black robe in front suddenly tilted his head and said this.

Although the figure looked like an ordinary human, if you looked closely, you could find that there was a faint silver starlight flashing in the figure's eyes, and even on his body, there was some faint silver luster emerging, making him look extremely mysterious.

Abyss Demon Clan.

The upper demon clan from the abyss, the Silver Demon Clan.

In front, this being disguised as a human is a powerful being from the Silver Demon Clan in the abyss. He is a level five spirit ring. Moreover, as a level five spirit ring of the upper demon in the abyss, his strength is stronger than that of an ordinary level five spirit ring, and even has a crushing advantage in some aspects.

"Yes, but this is a good thing, isn't it, Xialande." Locke smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the finely groomed beard around his lips.

The powerful Silver Demon named Xia Lande smiled slightly and stopped talking.

Locke's eyes swept around, and then he looked inconspicuously at another figure in a black robe beside him.

The man was shrouded in a black robe, so his face could not be seen and his breath could not be sensed, but one could sense an aura of loneliness, death, darkness, and coldness coming from that figure.

Locke knew who that person was.

Angolo.

The original owner of Black Purple City, An'goro, who possesses powerful vampire blood.

Before, he was the master of Black Purple City and owned everything in Black Purple City. However, later, the Dark Age broke out in Black Purple City. The Throne of Light appeared and fought with the clone of Demon God Sara. The city fell into civil strife and was seriously injured. Angoro took the opportunity to retreat and came to him for refuge. Over the years, he has been recuperating here.

Angolo's injuries have completely healed, and he has also sworn an oath to be loyal to Locke.

Different from the fourth level true meaning, this is a powerful fifth level spirit ring.

As Locke thought about this, his mood became very good.

"The position of the Inspector of District 11, and many other things, are all mine, all will be mine..." Locke's hand slowly placed on the armrest of the high-back chair, thinking so in his heart as he looked at the lively banquet in front of him.