Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The black magic tower burns in flames, and countless dirty, filthy, ugly and mysterious things are torched with the wind.

Jack Thunder and his rear palace were in the open space next to him, cheerfully counting the trophies, surprising them with treasures and powerful magic aids.

Especially those members of the Rear Palace, who looked at Jack Thunder with admiration and obsession, could not help but throw him to the ground now.

Only Theresa doesn't fit in with the victory scene.

She knelt alone under a giant tree with teeth dancing claws, staring at the mutilated body of Eric the Transformer, absolutely impossible to revive, tears in her eyes, intolerable.

“You, you son of a bitch, you big pervert, how can you die? How can you die like this irresponsibly? You, you turn me back, you turn me back, you pervert, pervert, pervert! ”

The eyes flowed, the cherry mouth opened slightly enough to make all the men of the world spit a series of curses, “You are dead, what should I do, Ben is going to be the king of the star sea cannon, the great magician, to conquer all the women of the universe, the man among the men, how can Ben's crying be so strange," Shut up, don't, I'm Master Hunter, I don't want to be weird, "Shut up! ”

Magic Girl is dead, if a crystal mirror is placed in front of her at this time, I fear the mirror will be broken to pieces.

“Wait a minute, you perverted magic book. I remember what you did with the ultimate magic book. There was a black magic book. Where did it go? ”

Theresa suddenly remembered, sparking another glimmer of hope, stroking, beating and stepping on Eric the Transformer's body.

“Poor Miss Teresa, it seems this scum must have tortured you so badly that a noble girl as pure as a crystal bellet can't help but be furious. ”

The voice of Jack Thunder came in, the love model, "Stop torturing the body and yourself, the darkness has passed, and the light is coming, whether or not he's eating you in some way, I don't care —— I'm sure you can see, the girls gathered around me, they all have their origins, their hearts, their secrets, what does that matter? I'll take care of you all! ”

He came back and tried to grab Teresa's wrist.

Teresa's sweat rose again, her hands shrunk like lightning, two steps backwards, watching Jack Thunder with great vigilance.

“I know that you are deeply traumatized, that there must be shadows in your heart, and that it is not easy to accept other men. ”

Jack Thunder smiled, “But believe me, I'm different from other men, and maybe you can think of me as the most special man in your life. ”

“ …… ”

Theresa wanted to throw up again, shake her head hard, and use her crisp yellow origin-like voice, "No, no, no, I don't have a shadow, just don't get so close, we're all old drivers, I know what you're thinking. ”

“Old... driver?” Jack Thunder is a little confused.

“Uh, that's my old dialect, which means," adventurer. "”

Theresa's eyeballs circled, and she said, "By the way, Lord Thunder, I remember this wicked wizard with a book of dark magic on his chest, inches away, how come it's gone? ”

“Is that what you're talking about, Miss Theresa?” Jack Thunder pulled out of his chest a magic book with a demonic witch on the cover.

“Right, right, right!” Theresa's eyes lit up.

But before she reached out, Jack Thunder stuffed the Book of Darkness back.

“This is a dark treasure from too ancient, too dangerous for ordinary people, and I have to find a way to destroy it, and you, even less, can't touch it easily to be tempted by it.” Jack Thunder said seriously.

Theresa has nothing to say.

Look at Jack Thunder and the palace regiment behind him and assess each other's fighting power. Okay, definitely not.

She's a little confused.

“So you've been saved, where are you going next?” Jack Thunder asked softly, but his expression was a little tangled.

“I don't know. ”

Theresa wants to cry again, damn it, why does she become so fond of crying now, “I knew I wouldn't come out, how nice it is to stay home safely, nasty, nasty, don't be ‘nasty'! ”

Jack Thunder's heart was severely twisted by the tears of the magical girl.

“Oh, my poor Teresa! ”

Did he say, "As a brave man and a knight, I should have escorted you all the way home, but our task is not yet complete, going deeper into the fallen forest, even across the line of fire, to the Blood Warfare Demon Realm, so..."

“Blood Warfare Demon Realm? ”

Teresa wondered, "You've already killed Eric. What are you doing in Blood Wars? ”

“‘Transformers’ Eric is dead, but the secret of evil magic has not yet been fully uncovered. ”

Jack Thundering explained, "Evidence suggests that it was only after Eric got this book of dark magic that his temperament changed dramatically, experimenting with living people and corrupting him from the position of a royal magician.

“We didn't know where the Dark Book came from, but from some of the books and letters found in the Tower of Magic, as well as a variety of precious magical materials, including Eric's slave demons, he had a very horrible and brutal connection with the Blood Warrior, Lord Kuba, who probably gave him the Book of Magic and gave him a great deal of resources to study too ancient Dark Magic with his magical gift.

“In a sense, Lord Kuba and Erik are among them, even Erik's mentors, and most likely are doing the same research. In order to completely eliminate the darkness, of course, we are going to the Blood Warrior kingdom and face Lord Kuba! ”

“What?”

Theresa stood up, "Lord Kuba of Blood Warfare, doing the same evil research as Eric? Well, that's great, no, I mean, I mean, I mean... Lord Thunder, please allow me to join your adventure team and challenge Lord Kuba together! ”

“Hmm?”

Jack Thunder frowned and said, "Why shouldn't we find a way home at a time when a weak girl like you has just been brutally tortured? How can we muster the courage to go to the more dangerous realm of blood warfare? ”

“This -” Theresa mute.

“Exactly. What exactly are you up to?” Many members of the rear palace came up, and Dragon Girl Hera's eyes sparkled and her temper was compelling.

“I, no, listen to me. I have a reason, I...” Theresa glanced, nothing to say.

“No need to explain, we all know!” The cat and daughter of the rear palace team said.

“Yes, we've been very clear about you since the beginning!” Natasha, the head of the mercenary group, called.

“That is, your purpose is written on your face and you can't fool us!” Princess Asher looked at Teresa angrily.

“Hey?”

The eyes of the women staggered, Theresa was sweating, backing away, leaning back against the tree, with no way to go, and her heart was faint.

“No more cover-ups, let's tear you apart! ”

The ladies are saying, “You must be under the charm of our Black Jack, deeply attracted by his manhood, love him at first sight, until death, try to create an opportunity with him, right? ”