Throne of Magical Arcana

The power and soul from the transformation of his own blood are a blend of water and milk, nourishing its rapid growth, but Lucien's skin began to wither and wither, like a mummy buried in the tomb for many years, and like a plant The withered Populus euphratica trees in the Gobi Desert look like they are not far from death.

Lucien's legs were weak, his muscles were flaccid, his heartbeat slowed down, and his brain thoughts and soul operations seemed to be separated. One was slow and vague, while the other was condescending and clear.

This diametrically opposed feeling is so inexplicable and so eerie, as if the meditative environment has descended into the real world.

When Lucien's soul power grew to a certain level and his blood power was about to be emptied, when Lucien thought his body would rot directly, a little bit of strange power penetrated from Rhine's teeth pierced into his neck. The invisible transformation stops immediately. And the remaining little blood power began to recover under the stimulation of this strange power. They quickly split, multiplied quickly, and flowed in the blood vessels again.

Lucien's skin gradually faded from gray and decayed, regained its tightness, and regained its luster, while his muscles were filled with explosive strength. The heartbeat, although still slow, became very powerful, and the brain thought clearly and worked quickly.

The slight numbness came again, and Rhine's fangs left Lucien's neck.

His body seemed to be much more transparent, and his silver eyes showed a little tiredness, but his smile was still elegant and generous: "A noble gentleman is never stingy in rewards."

The restraints on Lucien's body disappeared, and he regained his ability to move. After carefully checking his own condition, he said with a little surprise: "The soul is as good as a magician with four rings, and the physical condition has reached the level of a second-level knight...Mr. Rhine, are you okay?" Seeing Rhine's body shaking, the huge black The bat wings began to shrink, and Lucien asked with concern.

"Actually, there are many magic rituals that can help people directly improve their soul and spiritual power. The ancient magicians who passed down the tradition like to do this the most. But there are two problems with this method. One is that the materials and items required are relatively expensive, and it is not an adventure. Not many magicians can afford big gains, or years of preparation, and if you convert the money spent into magic potions, you will find that half or one-third of these magic potions are enough for you to meet the promotion requirements. Therefore, those who need similar magic rituals are magicians who are difficult to promote, and who need to improve their strength in a short period of time due to various reasons."

Rhine seemed to understand Lucien's surprise and worry, and explained in detail: "The second problem is that the sequelae are not small. Some of them are gems transformed into soul nutrients, magic creature blood and other materials that will have a bad effect on the soul. The most serious thing is that the understanding of magic is difficult to match your own magic level. These need to be made up and cleared up slowly. If it can’t be made up or cleared up, the most serious situation is that every promotion in the future will have to rely on similar magic rituals, and even Distortion of character."

"As for you, Lucien, you don't have these two problems, because this is a small reward I gave you in advance. What consumes is the source of my blood, and the nutrients that strengthen your soul are the power of your own blood. There are other negative effects, and the power of your blood belongs to moonlight, which has many similarities with vampires, so it can be stimulated and strengthened by my blood origin."

"However, the further you go on the road of knights, the more you will depend on the control of your will. Unless you are willing to put down the study of arcane arts and concentrate on the road of knights, you will not be able to become a great knight. Of course, you can also learn from some magicians and use magic directly. Transform your own body with biomaterials, so as to obtain a weird and disgusting but powerful body and a prolonged lifespan, which is one of the purposes of their research on the fusion of different bloodlines of ordinary people."

"The problem that your understanding of arcane arts and magic cannot match your own magic level may be more troublesome for others, but I think Lucien, the winner of the Holm Crown Award, should be able to solve it easily." Rhine looked at the road jokingly. The "Elemental" ring on Sean's right hand.

Lucien nodded slightly, dispelling the worries hidden in his heart. After a week or two, he can completely control the spiritual power brought by the strengthened soul, and then he can try to break through to the fourth ring, which is two full years earlier than expected .

"Mr. Rhine, when I become a high-level magician, I will activate the arrangement you left behind. But I don't seem to know where it is?" the relaxed Lucien asked jokingly.

Rhine pointed to Lucien's neck: "So I left a mark, so that I can project into your dreams through it and communicate with you. Of course, you can use your mental power to block this projection at that time, only if you get I can only enter with your permission, by the way, you can also reversely summon me to project into the dreamland through this mark."

After being told by Rhine, Lucien quickly sensed it carefully with his mental strength, and he found a faint bloody crescent-shaped mark on the place where he was bitten on his neck, which looked like an inconspicuous birthmark.

Lucien snorted: "It seems that Mr. Rhine really doesn't want me to know other secrets too early."

"Lucien, if you really want to know, you can go to the arcane library of the Magic Council to exchange for the history of the church. Although they are the most common parts, if you compare them, you can find some interesting things The most horrifying secrets may be hidden in the most ordinary records." Rhine chuckled, then pressed his right hand on his chest, and exited gracefully, "The power of projection has been rejected by the Necromancer World, and I have consumed it again. The origin of blood, so it can no longer be maintained now, please allow me to leave in advance."

As soon as the words fell, his body disintegrated suddenly, turning into black bats, flying around like phantoms, and melting into the hall.

The silver faded, the red faded, the sound disappeared, the breeze subsided, and everything returned to the way it was before the Necromancer World, forever black and white gray, forever quiet and oppressive.

"The scene just now is really like the scene of flying peace doves in the square, except that the white doves have turned into black bats." Lucien laughed and said to himself, but there was no sound at all when he spoke, and there was eternal silence in his ears.

After looking around the hall, Lucien looked at Ivanovsky's corpse. This was a very difficult opponent, and "interfering" bloodlines was worthy of being one of the mage hunter's orthodoxy. If it wasn't for him being of the same level as him, without powerful magic items, and the fighting environment was cramped, he might have been the one who escaped.

And if he hadn't been careless for a while after entering the Necromancer World, he didn't expect that he could also sense the gap in the entrance of the Necromancer World, and he could also enter it. It would not be an easy task to kill him, a paladin who is quick and not weak. things.

Ivanovsky's full body armor was completely damaged by "Gaston's poisonous mist" and "Elemental Order", so Lucien just picked a few pieces of relatively intact metal pieces and put them in the storage bag— —It may be used as a material for other alchemy items in the future.

Due to the interference of the bloodline, Ivanovsky did not have rings, necklaces, talismans, belts and other extraordinary items on his body, only a giant sword and a pair of silver-gray gloves:

"Purifier, a three-level high-level two-handed giant sword. Before the high level, it will increase the user's magic resistance by one level. Every time it hits the opponent, it can produce sacred power damage equivalent to a physical attack."

"This is a magical giant sword specially cast to purify magicians."

"Ogre monster power gloves, a fifth-level medium magic item, can increase the user's strength to the general level of the ogre leader, that is, a fifth-level great knight."

"Strength is the only thing to rely on!"

These two items had a certain degree of corrosion marks after being contaminated by the fog, but they were not attacked by the elemental order and the big fireball, and the damage was not serious. At least Lucien, a magician who is not proficient in alchemy item restoration, was sure of it. fix them.

"The purifier is not very useful to me. I also have magic resistance to increase. Well, I can give it to Leo to use. The ogre monster power gloves are good." Lucien put these two supernatural items into his storage bag, while judging their value.

Then Lucien searched Ivanovsky's whole body, trying to find secret documents and understand the strength behind him. Unfortunately, he was very careful, except for a purse containing more than twenty Shahran gold coins, he took nothing with him. body.

After disposing of the corpse and traces, Lucien quietly looked at the gray hall, his thoughts drifting in a daze: "Which big man is behind Ivanovsky? What is his relationship with the Necromancer world? Necronomicon Are there other intelligent beings in the world?"

"The mystery of the gods, the true meaning of immortality, what are these? Except for the soul, deformation and other places, what kind of form should its immortality be in a world that is so consistent with the laws of geophysics and chemistry?"

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The main material world, inside the withered vine castle.

"Bishop Nevsky, I'm sorry to trouble you." Earl Witt thanked him radiantly and radiantly. "The pursuit of that high-ranking magician Nikonov will be left to the night watchmen of the church."

As a high-level magician, there must be a lot of strange magic and life-saving items. In addition, Earl Witte gave up the advantage he had finally gained in order to kill Karilena, so Nikonov finally escaped successfully.

In fact, for Nikonov, it can probably be judged that Earl Witte has briefly recovered to his peak state through overdrawing his body, and if he continues to fight, he is very sure to kill or control him, but at this time the big knights have already Sending a signal to the church for help, so he had to seize the opportunity to evacuate.

Nevsky wore the unique attire of a cardinal. He looked square and kind. He was a clergyman whose believers could calm down just by looking at him.

His blue and peaceful eyes said regretfully: "My lord, what happened this time was my mistake. I failed to detect the weakening of the curse hidden under the fact of your serious illness."

"Since they dare to do this, they have strong confidence in the concealment of the curse, so it has nothing to do with you, my lord bishop." Count Werther smiled understandingly, and then mentioned the matter of his inheritance: "By the way, my lord bishop, I I have reported my wishes to His Majesty the Emperor through secret channels, and I am his knight, so naturally he will choose my successor from the members of the Werther family."

Nevsky smiled gratifiedly and said: "My lord Earl, your decision is the most appropriate. His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be satisfied with your loyalty. He will carefully select and train qualified successors for you and take care of the Werther family. Alright, Lord Earl, I still have to arrange to hunt down that high-ranking magician and Ivanovsky’s remnants, so I’ll go back to the church first.”

"Send Bishop Nevsky away." Earl Werther ordered a knight to protect him.

Quietly watching Nevsky leave the hall, Earl Werther suddenly weakened, and his previous good state was completely gone. At the same time, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Escorted by the knights, Nevsky left the Castle of Withered Vine with several bishops and priests.

At this time, the sky was gradually brightening, and Nevsky raised his head as if appreciating, while drawing a cross on his chest with his right hand.

Up and down short and left and right long.