After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 81

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Originally, when Brian threw the black cat over, the black cat was quietly leaning against the bookcase.

Now, the black cat in the oil painting has become lazily lying on the desk.

Brian walked over unhurriedly and tapped the position of the black cat on the oil painting with his fingers.

For a time, Cyril felt that the parchment in his hand seemed to have a slight magic fluctuation.

When he looked down at the parchment in his hand again, he found that the content on it had changed.

Cyril was suddenly shocked, realizing that this was the follow-up part of Brewster's diary, and continued to read it seriously.

"...I have conducted many experiments. Fortunately, I have done a lot of research on space magic before, and finally figured out the coordinates of the plane channel, but I suspect that there is more than one plane channel... "

When Cyril saw this sentence, his pupils trembled and he was thoughtful.

If you know the coordinates of the plane passage between the abyss plane and the wizard plane, block it...

"... I stayed in that position for many days, and finally found the kind of creature that entered the wizarding continent through the plane passage. They seem to have a strict evolutionary level, and I speculate that the higher the level of creatures, the more serious the alienation pollution. I quickly realized that this was a big trouble, and if they were allowed to invade the wizarding world like this, it might be a disaster..."

Seeing this, Cyril had no choice but to sigh about the foresight of Wizard Brewster.

It's a pity that the plane war after that still happened.

Even now, the Abyssal Plane remains a serious threat.

"...I tried to summarize the characteristics of these creatures and the methods to eliminate them. However, the pollution on my body became more and more serious. Sure enough, after they evolved, the pollution also became stronger, and the original methods of suppressing pollution were no longer applicable..."

“…Pollution also acts on the mind, and I am less and less awake. There are always hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and these symptoms increase my level of alienation. I kind of miss Tours, who has been showing up to me lately. In my mind, I said to make this dish and that dish…”

Cyril's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition.

He took a deep breath and continued reading.

"… When I woke up again, the bottom half of my body had turned into a thick black fog similar to that creature, which was bad. I tried to record this state during my limited waking hours... Fortunately I left the map Els, otherwise that guy will be crying secretly every day..."

The handwriting on the parchment is getting more and more scribbled, as if the owner has lost the strength to write records.

Cyril had to work hard to identify, to barely see what it was written.

"... The alienation is getting worse and worse, and now I only have a body above my chest. It won't take long for my hands to continue recording. Although I have taken various measures, I still can't control my body. Black mist, it's no longer part of my body. I'm only awake for five minutes a day..."

"... In order to prevent myself from becoming an alienated creature, I will cut myself off. If any latecomer sees this, please spread all my records, and be sure to prevent the tragedy from happening!"

This was the last parchment, which seemed to be stained with blood.

Cyril looked at Brewster's manuscript with a heavy heart.

They came too late. Before the plane war, the wizards who did not communicate with each other and explored alone did not know the news of the abyss.

Until the abyss plane officially invaded, the wizards had to exchange information through many sacrifices.

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to the Wizarding League, this is something they need to deal with."

Brian canceled the effect of the invisibility spell and dropped a soothing kiss on Cyril's forehead.

He made three copies of Brewster's manuscript and diary on the sidelines.

Then he took out the crystal ball, found something on it, clicked on it while reciting the incantation, and sent a copy of it to the people of the Wizarding League.

Brian handed another copy to Erlanger. These studies on abyssal creatures coincided with Erlanger's previous research and would be helpful to him.

The other copy was handed over to Cyril for collection.

"And Tours Auger! We have to get back to him!"

Cyril was always thinking about Brian's damaged body, and immediately took out the colorful little flower pot.

Brian and Cyril activated the small flower pot, the teleportation object, and returned to the cabin they left not long ago.

The colorful owl flew down, with excitement on its fluffy round face: "Have you found Brewster?"

Even its old voice seemed more alive.

Cyril responded softly.

He lowered his eyes, and instead of looking at the owl's sparkling eyes, he placed the original of Brewster's diary in front of it.

"Ah! Brewster's familiar handwriting! Long time no see!"

Tours Auger's voice was a little excited, while Cyril remained silent.

After a while, Cyril heard a sad sob.

"… Brewster has yet to eat the new dishes that I have recently researched... Has not come back to see the herb garden I have meticulously tidied up for him... "

Cyril glanced at the owl, feeling that its gorgeous and smooth feathers seemed to have lost its spirit.

"...As Senior Brewster expected, there was indeed a plane war, and the abyssal creatures severely injured the wizard..."

Looking at Turs Auger in a daze, Cyril couldn't help but explain, explaining the situation in the Wizarding Land after that.

"You will be involved in the war against the abyss later, right?"

The owl raised its head and suddenly asked aloud.

"certainly."

Cyril nodded without thinking.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Brian subconsciously.

Brian's thin lips were bent, and his voice was magnetic and gentle: "Of course, how can I let go of things that bullied my little rose."

Cyril's face flushed, and his white fingers gently scratched the back of Brian's hand.

"Come on. I'll help you repair your body."

As if the owl had finally made a decision, it flapped its wings and flew, and took Cyril to a laboratory.

Since Tours Auger now only has a wisp of wizard will, most of the work can only be dictated, leaving Cyril and Brian to do it on their own.

When they were ready, Brian lay on the drawn witch formation.

Cyril's hands trembled slightly.

Tension and worry filled his heart.

What if the steps just now go wrong

This is not a magic potion class that can be repeated. If something goes wrong, Brian will suffer even more damage.

On the side, Tours Auger is still making his final narration: "It is not an easy task to repair the soul. Your current soul is like a jar that was smashed and forcibly spliced together, and now you need to put it together again. . Therefore, your soul must have obsession, the more obsession, the less likely it will collapse in the tearing and shattering, but have the opportunity to reintegrate."

Obsession

Brian looked at Cyril beside him, as if something had melted in his eyes.

His heart was once desolate, but it regained its color because of planting a beautiful little rose.

I wanted to let the little rose be torn apart and destroyed when she grew into her best appearance, but I didn't expect that she would be domesticated by him instead.

Hearing the owl's words, Cyril unconsciously felt sore in his nose, only to feel a burst of tears pouring into his eyes.

How painful it is to break the soul and then rebond it.

Brian took a deep look at Cyril, "Let's start." He said to Tours Auger.

The owl's fluffy head swayed gently up and down, and an old voice began to sing a complicated and eccentric incantation.

The witch formation that absorbed all kinds of potions under Brian began to work, and a scarlet light appeared, piercing people's eyes.

His face also turned pale, and he felt that the sense of tyranny and desire for destruction in his heart was rapidly rising and expanding, turbulent like a stormy sea.

In a trance, something seemed to break free from the shackles, turbulent and ruthless, rampaging in his blood and body.

Can't calm down, can't be distracted, can't be restrained.

However, his limbs seemed to be firmly fixed by something, unable to move.

But if Brian really wants to break free, it is not impossible.

It's just that he is still guarding his own obsession - his little rose in this wave of overwhelming pain.

This obsession seems to be deeply imprinted in the soul, and there is a trace of sweetness hidden in the pain.

Cyril gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers, trying to keep himself from making noises to interfere with this crucial treatment.

His heart felt like a big rock was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

The heart seemed to be bit by bit forcefully gnawed by countless ants, and even the surrounding air seemed to have a bitter taste of potion.

Cyril could only helplessly watch the unbearable blue veins bulging on Brian's arm, the tortured look on his always calm and composed face, and the dark red rolling in the depths of his eyes.

The red light of the witch formation spread out, surrounded by a depressing depression, and many items that were originally neatly smashed to the ground.