"Everything's normal. If you didn't call me, I was going to sleep."
"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. I'm going to sleep too."
After a short conversation, Chen Zhao hung up.
Rubbing his forehead, Chen Zhao entered the basement.
Chen Zhao needed to do more special treatment for White-Ma.
Clearly, it wasn't suitable to do it outside. Although White-Ma had eaten two demonic crystals, he still wasn't in a good state.
As the subordinate of the King of Greed, he'd almost lost his life to a human creature.
Cerberus was the happiest because there were two new friends.
No, it should be three new companions.
Chen Zhao also brought Hydra into the space crevice. Little Nine was as timid as usual.
Cerberus and Black-Ma had already become friends. If White-Ma wasn't so listless, the three would probably be friends already.
Chen Zhao and Black-Ma went to the castle to study magic and medicine.
"Black-Ma, last time at the Gates of Hell, when I summoned that Banshee with the ritual implement, I felt really tired. I didn't feel like this before. Why?"
"I don't know much about demonic magic," Black-Ma said. "But when I cast it, I clearly feel a limit. If I use some spells too much, I'll also feel tired."
Chen Zhao and Black-Ma were both new magicians. At first, Black-Ma didn't know many demonic spells.
Of course, Blackie learned it faster than Chen Zhao. After all, Blackie's true identity was also a demon.
But there were some spells that Black-Ma could never use.
"I've done research. For example, if I use Hell's Knell on someone ten times in a short period of time, I'll be very tired."
"You used Hell's Knell on someone just to try magic. Didn't you drive that person crazy?"
"I found someone in a vegetative state," Black-Ma said nonchalantly. "Hell's Knell won't have any effect on him."
"So that means that both you and I have a limit," Chen Zhao said. "We can't cast spells endlessly or summon demons."
"That should be the case. Don't you humans set the usage of magic to require mana in some of your literary works? Let's assume that we also have mana and have our own upper limit of mana value."
"Then how do you think we should test the upper limit of our mana?"
"We should ask Beelzebub, Raymond, and Carrie to answer this question. They are more familiar with demonic magic than the two of us."
Chen Zhao called Beelzebub into the castle and asked him about their questions.
"Of course, demonic magic requires power to drive it. It doesn't matter if we use Hell's explanation or humans' own imagination to describe it. We in Hell call it demonic power. You humans can also call it magic power. It's the same thing anyway."
"I don't think it's accurate to call it the power of demons." Blackie was the first to object. "Because humans can use it too. That means they have something in common."
"No," Chen Zhao said. "Humans can only use a small part of it, and it's modified demonic magic. This means that demonic magic is still mainly based on demonic power. Perhaps the modified demonic magic has changed the characteristics of demonic magic. Or maybe it's changed the power needed to activate demonic magic."
"But you're a special one." Blackie looked at him. "How can you learn demonic spells without limit? Even I can't learn many demonic spells, but you can still learn and use them."
Even Beelzebub couldn't answer this question.
"Blackie is a demon, but in reality, the three of us are actually three different forms. Blackie doesn't have a physical body, Beelzebub is a projection, and I'm a pure human. But the similarity between the three of us is that we can use magic. If we can find the similarity between the three of us, maybe we'll know what power we're using to drive magic."
"You're still a pure human? Lord Beelzebub Zofee's blood flows in your right hand. If I say you're a … "
Before Beelzebub could finish, Chen Zhao stared at him threateningly. "If you dare to say that word again, you'd better get another projection. I'll use your current projection to make dog meat pot."
Beelzebub decisively brought the topic back to the main topic. "Human, I think you've forgotten the fourth existence that can cast demonic magic."
"What's the fourth?"
"The badge."
"What badge?"
"Both Hell and the human world have some badges. In Hell, we call them demonic badges, while in the human world, they're magic badges. But the names don't matter. These badges are actually marks left behind by demonic magic on certain items, allowing them to use certain magical effects."
"Do you have a magic badge?"
"No, I don't know how to make it," Beelzebub said.
"So in general, it's these four types, right? Of course, Blackie might not be one of them. After all, he's still a demon. "
"Who said there are only four types? There are many, such as angels."
"Wait … Do angels really exist?"
"What's so strange about that? Why can't there be angels if there are demons?"
"What about angels? Are they in heaven? And they're serving an old pervert who seduces unmarried girls? "
"I don't know. I've never seen or heard of angels living in any place."
"Then how can you be sure that angels exist?"
"Because they exist. That's an ironclad fact."
"You can't tell where angels are, so you just throw out an ironclad fact. Bullsh * t. You didn't make this up to trick me, did you?"
Chen Zhao always had some reservations about Beelzebub's words.
When Chen Zhao exited the spatial crevice, he realized that he had four missed calls. They were all from Robio.
Chen Zhao glanced at Blackie, who'd followed him out. "Blackie, install a wifi or signal tower in there."
Chen Zhao called Robio. "Robio, what's up?"
"Chen, Fali's in the hospital."
"What? Why is she in the hospital? What happened? "
"Drowned."
"Drowned? She drowned? "Chen Zhao knew how good Fali was at swimming. How could she have drowned?
"I don't know the details. I received a call from the headquarters and heard Walter's cry. When I rushed to the headquarters, I saw Fali lying on the beach. I've already sent her to the hospital."
"Which hospital?"
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