Erlanger sighed at the abyss creature that had narrowed his way before, while fiddling with the brass machine to ensure that the abyss creature had been sealed tightly by the brass machine at this time.
Later, he put the device back on his robe, and it became a new weird pattern.
"I'll let you know as soon as my research progresses."
Erlanger patted his chest and assured Brian.
While playing with the keel wand in his hand, Brian lifted his eyelids and glanced at Erlanger.
"I hope you don't make me wait too long."
The man's tone was silky and calm, but Erlanger felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He looked at the other's wand turning at will, and the tip of the gleaming white wand pointed in his direction inadvertently, as if the tip of the wand would utter a curse in the next moment.
Is this a threat? ! right? !
After Cyril regained his senses, he glanced at Mr. Erlanger, who was on the verge of an enemy, and glanced at the calm Mr. Scott. He was a little curious about what kind of strange research they were doing, and they needed to use terrible research. abyss creatures.
Although... the abyss creature, which has a high historical status in the history of magic class, is so vulnerable under Mr. Scott's hands.
Although the viscous and gloomy black fog indicated that it was only a primary abyss creature, Mr. Scott's absolute strength suppression and heavy punches were still shocking.
Cyril was heartbroken when the opponent pressed the abyss creature to the ground and rubbed it fiercely.
However, his attention soon returned to the system that he hadn't seen for a long time.
[system! You are finally back? How does the upgrade feel? ]
Cyril asked curiously.
He could indeed feel that the presence of the system seemed to increase a little bit.
【great! great! After the upgrade, I am a hero again! 】The system is a little excited, and the tone is triumphant.
It can now clearly detect the result of the abyss contamination on Cyril.
Just when the system was pleased with its progress, Cyril also happened to think of this, and he asked: [Then take a look, have I been contaminated by abyss creatures? ]
Cyril thought quickly in his mind.
Before he knew it, he had three head-to-head confrontations with the abyss.
The first time was in the foggy forest when he encountered a long-horned boar polluted by the abyss. Fortunately, Mr. Scott appeared in time to save him.
The second time was when he was attacked by abyss creatures again in the secret realm of the wizard apprentice grading trial. Later, I heard from the staff of the Wizards Union that he quit the grading trial in time after touching the protection mechanism of the bracelet.
The third time was just...
The system was silent for a moment after hearing Cyril's question, and finally explained it honestly: [Your soul is very special, so it has an affinity for all magic elements. But because of this, you are very easy to attract abyss creatures coveted, you are very good nourishment for them... 】 Cyril sighed faintly.
Sure enough, the favor of fate has secretly marked the price.
The system paused and continued, with a hint of shame in his voice:
[You were contaminated when you encountered abyss creatures twice before. Blame me! I actually didn't find it. So now you have traces of contamination left by two different abyssal creatures. 】The system said it all at once.
It saw Cyril stunned for a moment, and hurriedly comforted:
[Don't panic, it's not a big problem! It is only mildly polluted now, and it has been suppressed by the treasure recovery pill.
Moreover, your hospital... Chief Scott also knows about this. They came to capture this abyss creature this time, so that this guy named Erlanger can continue his experimental research, so as to find a way to eliminate the pollution in you. Method.
Erlanger used to be a very famous wizard, who has made great achievements in many fields of research, and is also one of the original founders of the Tower of Truth. He must be able to find a way soon... 】When he heard that he was really polluted by the abyss , Cyril calmed down after the initial panic.
Living this dog thing is really a little surprise everywhere.
However, he still has some doubts:
[But in the class of the history of magic, didn't Professor Bennett Tellen say that he was polluted by the primary 'abyss' creatures, and he only needed to take holy water
Isn't the Wizarding League still in touch with the Holy See? Should they be willing to continue to heal tainted wizards and wizard apprentices? Why does Mr. Scott still need to go to great lengths to capture the creatures of the abyss? ]
The system wanted to hide the fact that Brian had fed Cyril with holy water, but he didn't expect Cyril to notice it so quickly.
It choked for a few seconds before it had to tell the truth.
Cyril's heart sank slightly, and his toes touched the ground unconsciously.
Numerous thoughts were rolling in his mind.
Mr. Scott has really done a lot for himself...
"Okay, let's go back."
Brian slowly put away his wand, and a magnetic sound fell into Cyril's ears.
Afterwards, the three returned along the same path.
However, not long after walking, a very suspicious rustling sound came from the forest.
A gust of gloomy wind brushed against Cyril's cheeks, bringing a biting chill.
He blinked, looking ahead into the dim light.
There were many hollow animal faces that appeared in the air at some point, firmly blocking Cyril and the others.
Some of these animals' faces are as thin as paper, or even translucent, through which one can vaguely see what is behind them.
The thickness of some animal faces is extremely impressive, as if many faces are densely stacked together.
These things have no bodies, only exposed faces, stained with scarlet blood.
The eyeballs on his face were all dug out, leaving numb and hollow black holes.
The weird faces floated around, and because of the large number, they seemed very depressed.
It was such a dark and moonless night again, which added a creepy and terrifying atmosphere.
Brian raised his eyebrows and tutted lightly, a hint of impatience slipping through his dark eyes.
I didn't expect such a creature without eyes to come together.
Erlanger looked in front of him and found that it was a group of cheeky monsters with certain fighting ability.
But he wasn't worried at all.
After all, the abyss creatures have been captured now, and Brian no longer needs to suppress the magic of his undead great wizard, which is more than enough to deal with these things.
You know, undead magic is their nemesis.
Erlanger quietly stood aside for a while, very politely pretending that he didn't exist, and let Brian show his boyfriend strength in front of Cyril.
At the same time, the reinstated system also gave information on these things: [Name: (thin/thick) Cheeky
Purpose: Can be purified to make magic mask
Attack method: All offensive spells are useful, the stronger the better; the first undead magic Description: The face monster is a kind of creature that is very unfriendly to wizards. They will actively attack the wizards, and then cannibalize the wizards' bodies to replenish their energy. They can evolve from thin-skinned to thick-skinned, and their strength will also increase.
The evolutionary peak of the cheeky monsters is the shameless monster, also commonly known as the shameless monster. And undead magic happens to be a weapon against them. After all, the undead are gone, so it's not shameful.
Catch the thief first, catch the king, do you see the shameless ball at the top? It is the leader of this group of shameless, shameless, beat it! 】 Cyril raised his eyes and looked at the ball floating at the top of this group of cheeky monsters. It could no longer see the face of any animal.
His forehead twitched, and he complained in his heart: Did this evolve from being cheeky to being shameless, and then becoming the strongest king among cheeky monsters
Cyril drew out his black wand, not wanting to leave everything to Mr. Scott.
"Hand of the Undead!"
Cyril pointed at the faceless monster with his wand and said in a low voice.
This is one of the undead magics he has mastered. He doesn't need to summon a whole skeleton man, but just summon one of its hands, and it can exert ten percent of its power.
I saw a wisp of black smoke rising from the tip of Cyril's wand and heading straight for the top ball.
In the next instant, the black smoke turned into a pair of gloomy white-boned palms, and these palms slammed towards the faceless monster's head.
The weight of the force caused the ball to be fanned to the side.
And Cyril did not stop attacking.
Pairs of sharp bone palms continued to emerge from the tip of his wand, taking the lead in attacking the cheeky monsters.
As a result, the original horror style suddenly became weird.
A series of crisp slaps rang out in the silent forest.
Erlanger was a little surprised to see Cyril take action, but he didn't expect that this one was not a good person.
He glanced at the hand of the undead that was still chasing the fleeing faceless monster and slapped it, and for a moment felt that his cheeks also seemed to be aching.
Who doesn't say the last sentence is perfect.
Erlanger quietly took another step back.
Cyril found that using undead magic to deal with the face-skin monsters is really effective.
He began to summon various parts of the undead: some were a pair of hands, some were a foot, some were even just a thigh bone.
The bones of Bai Huahua attacked tirelessly, as if they were pounding meatballs.
Brian's movements paused imperceptibly, and looked at Cyril with a half-smile.
He hooked his lips, walked to Cyril's side, and held the other's hand holding the wand.
Start with the little rose's smooth and warm skin.
Brian rubbed the other's thin wrist with the pulp of his fingers, intentionally or unintentionally, with a narrow smile in his eyes.
He lowered his head, put his lips against Cyril's ear, and said lazily in a deep and hoarse voice: "I'll teach you another undead magic, look good."
Cyril watched as Mr. Scott's articulated hand held him, while a hot breath brushed past his ear.
The man's hand was slightly cold, fair and slender, but not weak, but full of strength.
The other party held his own hand and drew extremely complex magic runes in the air.
Since he was teaching, he deliberately slowed down, but his movements were smooth and natural, and it could even be said to be pleasing to the eye.
After the last magic rune was drawn, Cyril heard some gloomy syllables uttered by the other party. His tone was elegant and silky, and it seemed to have a pleasant taste.
An enormous amount of magic spewed out from the tip of Cyril's wand.
At this moment, all the bones in the air suddenly lingered in a black fog, as if it was a strong hostility.
The next moment, when all the face-skinned monsters had no time to react, the bones exploded like small bombs.
With the sound of continuous cracking, the faces of the face monsters were blasted with cracks and blood splashes.
One by one, the cheeky monsters were blown to pieces.
Erlanger looked at the scene like fireworks blooming, and looked at the two people who were still leaning in front of him, and suddenly felt a little choked up.
Although I didn't eat, I was inexplicably full!
Cyril was indeed shocked by this enormous power for a moment.
He recalled the magic rune just now, and planned to review and consolidate it after he went back.
But now...
Cyril turned his head silently to look at the smiling handsome wizard behind him, feeling a little heavy.
Good guy, now the undead he contracted before are all short of arms and legs in an instant!
The author has something to say: Cyril: Heart plug qaq
Brian: Why does my wife care about those tool people?