It reflects my growth and changes. When readers witness the novel's writing gradually shift from pseudo-luxury to abandon gorgeous, from the obsession with the picture to the obsession with the plot, from the portrayal of a single character to the interaction between characters, you At the same time, I saw the whole growth process of "Guardian of Time".
Old readers who have been chasing books from the beginning may have more experience.
Such a situation will not appear again in the future, just like the first old version that was deleted.
Finally, I would like to talk about the outlook for the future.
First of all, let me point out that the end of "Death Knight" is a matter of dust and dust.
There was an episode after the end, someone once asked me: "Don't you think it's a pity that such a good world frame is abandoned like this?"
Of course it would be a pity, but...
To quote Colonel Pyne: "If you get too attached to the past, you will unconsciously limit your abilities."
Therefore, if you are still limited to the setting of "Death Knight", you will definitely lose the opportunity to create a more interesting world. Therefore, I chose to finish this work without hesitation, and decided not to add new novels to it (short stories may be possible, but fan works are still welcome).
However, it is impossible to seal the pen. Do you think I am Roland, with the backing of a goddess behind me, and I can embrace the beauty after cutting off the retraining (some readers also asked for the ending of the harem -v-).
I still have many interesting ideas that have not been realized, and many favorite characters that have not been described. And as time goes by, watching more and more anime, inspiration and ideas will naturally increase, and the degree of fanaticism may become even higher.
So, writing is never finished.
In the coming time, I may be busy for a long period of time, and preparation and charging are also necessary.
Of course, all this is for the new work.
Please wait for the notification in this column for the specific release date of the new work.
Parasitic Ling, Soul of Flame
Early autumn is the most beautiful season in Canados mainland. On both sides of the central avenue of Winfield College, the tall tree trunks have been lined with golden clouds, and there are many fallen leaves floating on the ground, but they are not densely packed, but the green grass is dotted here and there, and the spacing is very even. Go, like a natural carpet. After the light rain, under the caress of the morning sun, the fallen leaves and green grass are shining with tiny luster, as if a piece of pearls are scattered on the ground, just like a fairyland, which makes people linger and forget to return.
This year is the 300th year of the Reynas calendar, and three hundred years have passed since the establishment of the Reynas Alliance. During this long period of time, the alliance has experienced countless tribulations, but relying on the power of the goddess Reinas, no matter what kind of crisis it was, it was resolved one by one. Today, this group composed of dwarves, orcs and humans has become the most powerful force on the entire continent.
And Winfield College is on the cusp of this powerful force—most of the famous mages are more or less connected with this college. The seven towers, which symbolize the principles of magic, surround the shape of a magic circle, standing tall on all sides of the college, and facing the tower of Arudia, which reaches into the sky in the center of the holy capital, far away. The figure that cuts through the golden sunlight immerses all those who look up at it into an irresistible silence and mystery.
"So, as one of the symbols of the power of the alliance, our college must show its most perfect side on the 300th National Day~!" The girl's crisp voice sounded again, "April, the goddess's expression is still It's stiff. Peggy, make the skirt a little softer."
The two high-level wizards in charge of the sculpture were in a hurry. They could only chant the transformation spell as fast as possible, and at the same time kept circling around the statue, trying to satisfy each other with every detail. Walking slowly beside the statue of Reinas. As the steward of the Winfield Student Union, there will be no extra time to rest when there is only one week left before the National Day, but even so, the girl still thinks that it is quite artistic to build a lifelike statue of the goddess in the center of the square. romantic behavior.
At this moment, the soft rising sun painted a layer of pink on her beautiful cheeks, and her long black hair fluttered gently in the morning wind. When that beautiful figure is by your side, no matter how picky your request is, it will sound more pleasing than the singing of a bard.
The mages passing by cast their fiery gazes over—of course, what they care about is definitely not the statue of the goddess. April and Peggy tried their best to get close to Alice during the rest. No woman would try to say no to these compliments—including Alice. But when she thought that they were only getting close because of her beauty and her father's status as an inspector, the girl couldn't help feeling angry.
Money, status, desire... Are these the only things that interest you? Those elegant eyebrows moved imperceptibly. Men are such nasty animals~!
After making such a conclusion, Alice planned to ignore them and close her eyes for a while, but before she closed her eyelids, the most annoying animal among all the "annoying animals" suddenly broke into the female mage's sight middle.
Necromancer Richard Barres.
He started to learn incantations when he was just literate. He became a high-level wizard at the age of eighteen and has a high attainment in necromancy. Currently, he is the assistant of the Minister of Military Affairs of the Alliance—Slater, who is also a necromancer. The association's high evaluation was hailed by the alliance as "a person who is born to feel the rhythm of magic power".
However, compared with his title, bad deeds can better outline the image of this person. Not to mention his cynical attitude and his own way of doing things in the academy. In the past few months, many of Richard's creepy experiments actually used living people as materials~! Originally, Alice didn't care about other people's evaluation of the necromancer. She was one of the few people who had a relationship with Richard, but since the other party did not listen to the advice and carried out that kind of inhuman experiment, the two of them became friends. relationship was completely broken.
When the other party approached, the girl turned her head subconsciously, but Richard stopped.
"This statue seems to be far from perfect. Not only is the shaper unable to use evocation spells proficiently, but he also obviously has poor taste in art... Our goddess' expression is too dull, and the dress looks stiff Like a stone..." The young necromancer commented unceremoniously, "How... Miss Strife, do you want me to help?"
"Richard, aren't you busy doing 'that' experiment?" Alice replied nonchalantly, "how can you find time to shape statues?"
"Let's just repay the debt I owe you that time." Richard said and began to chant the mantra. In the ups and downs of his voice, the hard expression of the goddess gradually melted, and the clothes all over her body seemed to turn into real clothes. Like a gauze, it gives people the illusion of dancing with the wind.
"That's all right?" There was a hint of showing off in the other party's tone.
"Very nice." Even the stern student council steward had to admit that the necromancer had turned the statue into a true work of art. But not everyone was satisfied with the result. The two young mages stared at Richard angrily, but they did not make a sound of protest—necromancers were excluded by most people, but they were in the alliance. With a high status, April and Peggy, who are temporarily single-minded, have to swallow their anger when they think of this.
Wouldn't it be better if you could use your talents for creativity instead of horrible experiments? Alice's lips moved, but what she said was completely different: "In short, thank you for your help, so that the student union can spend its energy on other places."
"You're welcome, it's my pleasure." The other party replied equally politely.
However, the girl didn't notice the disappointment in the necromancer's eyes before he left.
This spell will determine the necromancer's status in the alliance~! When the silent tower came into Richard's eyes, he couldn't help but think of what his mentor Slater said to him a few days ago. As a matter of fact, the few necromancers in the holy city are all respected by the major forces relying on the recognition of their strength. Almost everyone has a set of powerful spells that they have specially researched, and the military minister Slater naturally does not exception.
But this time the spell, the wizard was indeed a little worried. The power under control, even evil, will definitely be contained, so every time Richard can always chant the spell with confidence. But if it is beyond the control of human beings... no matter what name that kind of power is called, it will only bring disaster in the end, right
To make contact with the demons of the Twisting Nether...you can't do it without risking your own life. The necromancer took a deep breath, and pushed open the heavy bronze door as if facing a formidable enemy.
Unlike the other six towers, this tower is only open to necromancers. Without a special skull amulet, it is impossible to pass through the barrier of the gate. Today, there are only myself and my mentor Slater in the entire tower. The surrounding atmosphere is gloomy and terrifying, just like a haunted house in a fairy tale, and the dark aura surrounding the whole body is very real, almost like Like a quality shadow, a depressive person can't breathe.
Richard deliberately ignored the atmosphere and concentrated on the upcoming spell. Soon, the mage came to the door of the laboratory with ease, and the carved sandalwood door was in front of him.
According to the usual practice, four defensive barriers should be arranged on this door to avoid possible accidents caused by external influences. But now, not only did Richard not feel any magical fluctuations, but the door wasn't even locked.
It is absolutely impossible for the mentor to make such a low-level mistake... The brows of the young mage knit together, and an ominous omen passed through his heart. Richard quickly arranged two layers of protective walls around him, and carefully pushed open the wooden door that was concealed, and the pungent bloody smell immediately came to his face.
When the red all over the ground met the necromancer's eyes, Richard found that his hands were trembling uncontrollably. Under the excruciating pain, the originally majestic face of the Minister of Military Affairs became distorted and deformed. His stomach was completely torn open, and organs and tangled intestines were scattered all over the room. The foul-smelling blood seemed to be The monster's tentacles were like tentacles, drawing a strange image on the floor.
what on earth is it? Richard put his hands over his mouth, fighting the urge to vomit, and looked away as quickly as possible. In the next moment, when the corner of the magic circle that had been wiped out by most of the red blood reflected into his pupils, the mage immediately understood that the spell had been activated.
"Damn~!" Richard, who had always been calm, finally roared. He kicked away the utensils in front of him desperately, and rushed to the side of the room, the desk with a pile of scrolls.
Teleportation is one of the forbidden spells in Wingfield College, as it is likely to cause all sorts of headaches. But now, Alice found out in disbelief that, right under her nose, in Dean Lacrore's office, someone dared to use this spell~! After the surging light passed, a familiar figure appeared in front of her eyes.
It's Richard Barres again~!
"You...Richard, what are you..." The girl couldn't imagine that no matter how cynical Richard was, he wouldn't reach the level of intentionally breaking the school rules in front of the dean, right
"Student Richard Barres, may I ask what's the matter with you that you want to use this unconventional way to meet me?" Lacrole raised his face and looked at the bloodless dead spirit seriously. mage.
The high-ranking wizard Rakrol Feramus is a middle-aged man with a fat body, and his appearance can only be regarded as ugly. However, it was precisely because of his existence that the original Winfield College was able to occupy a place in the holy capital with intricate forces.
Necromancers have a position that cannot be ignored by others at the top of the alliance. Therefore, the shrewd dean believed that it must be some major accident that caused a necromancer to act so abnormally. Perhaps in today's experiment, Richard's mentor, the military minister who has made great achievements in the alliance, encountered some special problems, so he sent his assistant to seek his help
"Dean Lacrore, please forgive my presumptuousness," Richard bowed, "but the situation is very urgent now, no matter what, please go to the Tower of Death with me first. It is really hard to say anything here."
As expected, Lacrole quickly began to conceive various possibilities in his mind, and at the same time stood up: "Well, it seems that your mentor is in some trouble, right? Miss Strife, no If you mind, can you first explain to others the conclusions you have reached so far?"
"But, Dean Lacrore, this person..." Alice's rebuttal was interrupted immediately.
"Miss Strife, please come here too." Richard said politely, and at the same time made an inviting gesture, "But it's best to prepare mentally first to avoid uncoordinated physiological reactions. "
After the mage finished speaking, he chanted the incantation again, and a new transfer phalanx appeared in front of their eyes.
"Come on, let's go there." Lacrole smiled at Alice to conceal his inner confusion: What is the purpose of the military minister to find such a little girl to mix in
"Thank you." Alice also nodded to the dean in a polite manner, but completely ignored the other's outstretched hand, and walked into the magic circle, leaving only the embarrassing smile of the high-ranking mage outside.
"Keep calm, don't panic, don't get confused." The necromancer muttered softly to himself, watching the two people's backs gradually disappear in the magic circle, "Otherwise, death will come quickly..."
Slater's horrific corpse appeared in front of the two of them without warning, and Alice's face turned pale in an instant, then she screamed, and retreated to the corner farthest from the corpse in fear. Lacrole, on the other hand, tried to ignore the feeling of vomiting rising from his stomach. He clenched the staff in his hand and planned to chant a defensive spell.
"It's useless to use the defensive enchantment now." Richard's voice sounded softly.
"What, what's going on here? What are you trying to do, Richard~!?" The dean who lost his composure turned around abruptly, and blocked the staff in front of him like a defensive.
"Don't be nervous," the wizard shrugged. The bloody scene didn't seem to have any effect on him. "I just want to explain everything with facts. After all, if you explain it in your office, it will waste a lot of time."
"Minister Slater...how could this be..." the girl covered her mouth with her hand, mumbling to herself in disbelief.
"It was a magical accident. My mentor, Slater, activated the magic circle arbitrarily when the conditions were not yet complete. This irrational behavior led to his death." Richard answered briefly.
"So, do you want me to do the aftermath? But you don't have to..."
"The aftermath of Slater is not important," Richard interrupted Lakroll, not caring about the other's ashen face, "the only thing we need to know now is that the harm of this spell has spread to the whole world. It's in the academy." The mage said and pushed open the door on one side, "Come on, let me explain to you."
The steward of the student union and the dean exchanged glances, then walked slowly towards the sandalwood door.
The adjoining room was very tidy, and the large table in the center was piled with a large pile of books and scrolls, which Richard had arranged when he "invited" the two to come. The necromancer spread out one of them.
"Magic Feather Array. This is a channel that can connect the present world with the Netherworld. Through this magic circle, my instructor and I easily discovered the most frightening and exciting plane in the Netherworld—distorted Void." Richard shook his head mockingly, "Originally we planned to get in touch with the low-level level of the Twisting Void today, which is already very dangerous. But the instructor Slater actually activated the magic circle without authorization."
The Necromancer looked at the two audiences around him, their eyes were full of unconcealable suspicion—they wanted to know the truth, but they were also afraid that the truth was something they could not accept.
"I don't know the situation at that time. When I came, the room was already like that. But one thing is certain, what was opened was not the lower realm as imagined, but a darker one. high level."
"Is that... something in there that made Slater look like that?" There was a tremor in Lacrore's voice.
"I have checked the information for sure," Richard patted the books on the table, "From the cause of the teacher's death, that kind of thing should be a parasitic feather, which can reside in the soul of a human being, and The demons that devour them. Their ghostly features are very strong. Even if they come to the world, the human naked eye cannot detect the existence of these demons, but before they know it, their souls will perish, and the parasitic feathers that gain power Will be forced out of the host's body..."
"In the end, people will turn into that kind of disembowelled and then die?" Alice unconsciously kept herself as far away from the sandalwood door as possible.
"I think that's exactly the case." Richard's face became paler and paler. "Actually, the method of defending against parasitic feathers is not complicated. For this kind of demon with obvious characteristics of the nether world but weak in this world, only an anti-magic enchantment can wipe it out." It resists outside the body... However, from the opening of the passage to the destruction of the magic circle by blood, the parasitic feathers gushing out from the twisting void during this period have probably spread to the entire academy, right?"
"Are you saying that there are demons that devour souls in our bodies?" The dean's breathing became short, "I have to ask the high-ranking priest to come right away~! If you don't exorcise the magic, you will definitely die~!"
"Using exorcism is the same as death." The necromancer replied coldly, "Now that there are demons parasitic in your soul, then you are equivalent to demons, and the priest's magic will purify you as well."
"Then what should we do~!?" Lacrole roared uncontrollably.
"This is exactly what I want to tell you." The necromancer said, unbuttoning his jacket, and on his chest, there was a dazzling mark drawn with blood, like a big greedy mouth , biting Richard's heart tightly, the surrounding skin had completely lost its color, and it was knotted like withered bark.
"The mark of blood~!" The two exclaimed at the same time.
"This curse spell will turn you into a walking dead~!" Lakrol finally understood why the opponent's face was so pale.
"But that will be at least a month later, and I think you should know that this seemingly terrifying curse can be lifted." Richard narrowed his eyes, "I have studied with my mentor before, and this curse can be lifted." Effectively inhibit the activities of parasitic feathers, and during this time we can think about ways to deal with this demon."
"Are you going to put a curse on all the students of Winfield College?" the dean asked in disbelief.
"If you don't want to see their intestines or spleen, do so immediately. Although the blood mark is necromancy," the necromancer put the emphasis on the end, "but for 'defense', almost every senior All wizards of the highest order know how to use this spell correctly, and Dean Lacrore is no exception, right?"
The three of them fell into silence, the dean fell into deep thought, while Richard looked at each other's complicated expressions with interest. Alice on the side closed her eyes silently, praying silently.
"In any case, I will discuss it with other high-level officials of the academy first, and try to obtain the assistance of the Holy Capital~!" Lacrore's expression finally calmed down, and his wording returned to his usual shrewdness, "Knights of Truth They are currently stationed nearby, and they must be able to control this situation~!"
Watching the opponent's fat body disappear into the light of the transfer phalanx, the corner of Richard's mouth twitched imperceptibly.
Even if Lacrore is politically capable, he probably can't do anything in the face of a real crisis, right? Parasitic feathers are much more difficult to deal with than imagined. Necromancers are very aware of this. If they want to survive, the only one they can rely on is themselves.
"Just treat it as a death game." He comforted himself in a low voice, and then, that slender figure came into his eyes again.
"What are you still doing here?" Richard asked a little surprised, "Hurry up and use the blood seal to save your life, I think Lacrole must have started chanting the spell now... just don't know about the high-level meeting From time to time, a few people in the academy will die..."
"I won't use the Mark of Blood." Alice replied calmly, although the tone was still mixed with anxiety and fear, but more proud and proud.
The necromancer froze for a moment, and then replied, "But you don't mind if I use that spell to help you defend yourself against demons?"
"Of course, thank you." The girl hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Actually, as long as you use it well, isn't necromancy the same thing that can be used to save people? Why..."
"Used to save people?" Richard stared at the other party dumbfounded, and then he laughed at himself, "The only thing I know is that only when necromancy has caused some kind of damage, do we study how to resist it?" A kind of necromancy that hurts. For most people, its value is reflected in the battlefield and court infighting, not in any other aspect. Take the last human experiment as an example, more than fifty people died Prisoner, but the end result is that Slater's position is greatly strengthened."
"You're not interested in power, are you? Then why do you want to assist him in such an experiment?" As soon as the last time was mentioned, Alice's tone immediately raised an octave, and she asked the other party angrily, " Even the life of a prisoner is no fun, behavior like that will only make you a callous scum~!"
"It's true that I'm not interested in power, but I still have enough reasons to do such things." The young mage put his finger on the girl's lips, "And judging from the current situation, we still need to carry out the blood mark first." The ceremony is better, we can discuss that later, okay?"
Avoiding the other party's clear eyes, the mage began to concentrate on chanting the mantra.
"It's already the sixth person, Alice." April walked into the waiting room with a gloomy face, "The reporter said that in the library hall, the magic apprentice exploded in front of everyone , blood splattered everywhere."
"How could this be..." The girl's face became even paler.
"What's going on? Has the academy been attacked? The other party's methods are very cruel and purposeless." The mage looked at the other party suspiciously.
"I'm sorry, but... please wait a little longer..." Alice replied guiltily, "As long as the dean and the directors get a solution, everything will come to fruition, sorry, April..."
"There's nothing to apologize for," April patted her on the shoulder. "It's not your fault. Anyway, if you need help, just let me know~!" After he finished speaking, he showed a confident look Smiling, then strode out of the room.
"How did this happen? Why is Dean Lacrore still discussing? Isn't the answer very clear? Don't they know that protecting the lives of students is the most important thing?" Alice looked angrily at the other end and still The closed conference room door.
"Anyway, as a high-ranking wizard, Lacrole must have marked himself with blood? So the most important thing now must be to protect his own interests and reputation in the crisis. As for the safety of the students... I would rather I really want to know, how many people died before he announced that he got the 'solution'?" Richard replied slowly. Until now, the necromancer just sat quietly in the corner of the waiting room, carefully flipping through the evocation spell book in his hand.
"But, if you are willing to go out with me..." The girl couldn't understand the other party's behavior now.
"Who would be willing to use the blood mark on his body when he is not famous?" Richard interrupted the other party coldly, "Don't say it is me, a necromancer, even if it is you, Such a request will definitely not be accepted, right? Besides, there are as many as 3,500 parasitic people in the academy..."
"It's already the sixth person, Alice." Peggy walked into the waiting room, his face equally gloomy, "Now the whole college is almost in chaos, and everyone is wondering if there is a lunatic mage lurking Here, I want to kill everyone."
Just when the wizard was about to question the girl, the door of the conference room finally opened, and the bloodless Dean Lacrore walked out together with the four college directors.
"We have now reached an agreement, and we will immediately announce a temporary solution to the entire academy, and the Knights of Truth stationed in the holy capital will also come to help us solve the biggest crisis in history~!" The dean is confident Said full.
"The one who died just now... was the seventh person." Richard corrected Peggy blankly.
Lacrole's magically amplified voice seemed very calm, but even so, when the news about Parasitic Ling was announced, the state of the entire academy still fell into an uncontrollable madness. Most of the students of Winfield College come from the aristocratic class. They wield great power and receive the most elite education. Unfortunately, these mages have never dealt with the man-eating monster head-on. When they were now told that death and fear were within their bodies, everyone burst out.
Most of the students rushed to the tower where the dean was. After arriving, they found that the bronze gate had been sealed by powerful magic and could not be opened at all. The rest turned to seek the help of high-ranking wizards, but at this moment, more than a hundred high-ranking wizards in the academy had disappeared.
"What the hell is this? I don't want to just die like this~!" Indelible fear appeared on everyone's faces, and dark clouds pervaded the entire academy in an instant.
"In short, as long as we can wait for the arrival of the Knights of Truth, all problems will be solved. Archmage Fedmond has already given me a guarantee, and I believe that with his power, we will be able to eliminate the parasitic feathers in our body." Lacrore Looking at the mages in front of him, he said so.
Before releasing the news, the shrewd dean had gathered all the high-ranking wizards in this tower.
"The effect of the blood seal is very strong~!" April replied, holding back his anger and fear, "They better come here quickly, otherwise there will only be corpses left here~! I don't want to die now~ !"
The faces of the wizards around were also pale, and the first time they heard the dean's speech, they marked themselves with blood. Now, the pain coming from the heart is stimulating their nerves, causing the whole body to fall into an incurable collapse. In just one month, the flesh will completely wither. However, compared to the curse within the control range, the demon that exists in their souls and will tear the host apart at some point is the real reason that makes the high-ranking wizards tremble.
"Of course." Lacrole nodded, "So, are you all ready to use the Blood Mark on other students in the academy? More than 3,000 low-level mages and apprentices have gathered around this tower. If you don't take a stand, maybe they will blow up the tower."
All the high-ranking wizards nodded silently.
"Very well, let's begin then. Let's have time to fight the demons, gentlemen and ladies."
Under the appeal of the dean and the student union, most people started to line up, waiting to receive the blood mark. Anxiety and uneasiness are undisguisedly blended in their expressions - just seeing the faces of those high-ranking wizards who have used the blood mark, you can know how powerful this curse is.
But even though all the high-level mages were the first to use necromancy on themselves, there were still many noble children who refused to accept the so-called "temporary treatment plan". Dean pays for such accidents. The continuous dispute made the noise one after another, until the shrill screams sounded without warning.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a mage's abdomen suddenly swelled up, and the exquisite mage's robe was torn open, revealing the terrifying belly inside. The forcibly stretched skin made a tragic tearing sound, and gradually became transparent. People could even clearly see the wriggling intestines and organs in the body—under the action of a certain force, these organs also appeared distorted and deformed.
The whole square suddenly fell silent, and everyone's brains were just blank, because even the sense of fear was frozen in an instant, and everyone could only stand stiffly in place, watching what happened in front of them numbly. And the voice of the sorcerer floated over from afar.
"Help me~! Who will save me... Use the blood mark quickly..." The facial features on his face were tangled together, forming a painful expression. In the next instant, the host's stomach exploded like a burst balloon. Accompanied by a dull sound, countless pieces of minced meat and blood foam were sprayed on the stunned people.
"Hurry up and use the Mark of Blood~!" The students who came back to their senses yelled, flocking like crazy to the high-ranking mages at the gate of the tower. Not only that, even those mages who had been watching coldly were trying to squeeze to the forefront of the team at this moment, and people lost control in an instant.
"How did this happen~!" Alice, who was in the observation room at the top of the tower, looked anxiously at what happened below her feet.
"Don't worry about it. Anyone who is stimulated will have such a reaction. Lacrole will calm them down soon." Richard stood beside the girl, but he didn't look out of the window to observe the scene at the bottom of the tower. situation, the mage's gaze still stayed on the page.
"But even if everyone accepts the curse... the problem remains unresolved."
"Of course I know it won't last long, so I'm trying to find a way to deal with the parasitic feathers."
"Can I help you?" the girl said seriously.
Hearing the other party's words, the necromancer couldn't help laughing: "If you don't even understand necromancy such as the blood mark, how can you help? But don't worry, I already have a preliminary idea, I hope this The way of thinking is correct, so we can get rid of the erosion of this curse as soon as possible."
"Very confident." Alice sneaked a glance at Richard, "Aren't you afraid... to die?"
"Of course I'm afraid. It's because I'm afraid of death that I want to find a solution as soon as possible." Richard shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. It will not be recorded in the accident of history books at all. After all, there are too many truths in this world waiting for me to explore."
For some reason, the words of the necromancer suddenly increased: "People live to satisfy their own curiosity. Although God is always high above and bestows prophecies, I want to know what the so-called fate is like." In order to obtain this right to inquire... I have to live. Whether it is choosing necromancy, becoming the assistant of Iron Minister Slater, conducting human experiments, or making myself forget my fear now, all this is just for the sake of The means to preserve that right, that's all."
"Are you asking me to borrow the book of magic to find out the truth?" Alice smiled.
"According to my research conclusions, necromancy and magic are the most suitable for inquiring into the mystery of the reflection of the three worlds." The corners of Richard's mouth also twitched, "But I didn't expect that the always well-behaved students of Winfield College Steward, there is such a banned book."
"There is a reason." The girl wanted to find a reason to refute the other party, but the next moment, both of them fell into silence.
In the direction of the holy capital, the light reflecting the cold light of weapons is spreading along the horizon, and the tide is rapidly approaching the tower. Richard even feels that the ground under the galloping horses is trembling slightly with.
The main force of the Reynas Alliance - the Knights of Truth.
This invincible legion has 70,000 warriors, including 1,200 well-trained priests, 800 experienced mages and 1,500 paladins of Reynas. Not only that, but there are also several "sword masters" from the northern part of the mainland in the Knights of Truth. They can manipulate the legendary power-sword fighting spirit. It is said that Meredith, the head of the Knights of Truth, has that ability himself. .
It is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest knight order in the mainland.
"The Knights of Truth are here~! Lord Meredith will definitely be able to solve this problem~!" The reflection of the armor reflected into the eyes of the young mages, and they showed surprise expressions and shouted.
The crowd, which was originally as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, immediately broke out in commotion, and people rushed frantically to the main entrance of the academy.
"Open the door~!" April said, with uncontrollable urgency in his tone. Eight mages began to chant the incantation at the same time, and the classical arch with powerful spells slowly opened its arms in the rhythmic voice to welcome the arrival of the knights.
"On behalf of the academy, I welcome you. Please allow me to lead the way for Lord Meredith." April said as he walked out of the gate. But to his surprise, the other party did not respond with proper etiquette. On the contrary, the soldiers standing in the front raised their shields and put on defensive postures.
"Please stop advancing immediately, Master Mage~!" The leading soldier said in a polite but unquestionable tone. April, "If you move forward, the Knights of Truth will attack you~!"
The completely unexpected answer made April stunned on the spot, but he quickly understood what was going on, and his young face flushed immediately: "How dare you be presumptuous here? This is Wen Field College~! Do you know who I am? I am the son of Boris Bryan, Secretary of the Interior~!"
He said, using the magic power in the middle finger ring to quickly set up two barriers around him, and took a step forward without showing any weakness. And the mages following April also clenched their staffs tightly. The surrounding atmosphere tensed up like a drawn bowstring.
"I've already said, no one can pass~!" The soldier shook the long sword in his hand.
The next moment, the howling wind passed by the ears of the mages, the tough green grass was crushed to the ground, and everyone's clothes made a muffled sound like being torn. After a while, the surrounding wind gradually subsided, and none of the mages who had just tried to fight against the knights dared to take another step, including April.
The legendary power called Sword Dou Qi carved two bottomless ravines on the ground in front of them, and the breaks were as smooth and dazzling as jade.
"Please cooperate with our actions and don't leave this academy~! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy." The sword master repeated what he said just now for the third time, and no one raised any objections.
"What are they doing?" Alice muttered to herself in disbelief.
The Knights of Truth did not send any personnel to support, not only that, they also surrounded the entire academy. Almost in the blink of an eye, Winfield College on the outskirts of the Holy Capital has become an isolated and helpless island. The hoplites quickly and orderly stood at the forefront, close to the academy wall, these bodies manipulating fine steel formed a line of defense surrounded by silence, and mages and priests set up mages behind them. array.
"It's not just as simple as encircling, look at those mages and priests~!" Richard also leaned half of his body out of the window at the moment, "They are arranging the holy cross circle and the anti-magic circle. Can't use it either... ”
"Why would they do that?"
"Who would know? But one thing is for sure, Lacrole was deceived~!" The necromancer turned and opened the door of the meditation room, "Come on, go to the conference room below, I think the dean is also I must really want to know what the Knights of Truth are planning to do."
Even through the thick sandalwood door, Dean Lacrore's hysterical voice still came out of the room. During the time when the two went downstairs, many high-ranking mages were already crowded in the waiting room, but they were all blocked from the door of the meeting room by the cadres of the student union. Of course, they did not stop their boss - Alice Strife - plan. And in the name of the student union steward, the necromancer was able to walk in under the suspicious eyes of others.
"This is different from what we said before, Your Excellency Fedmont~!" Lacrore's jaw trembled with his panting, "Why did you block this place?"
"Yes, I know, please be quiet, Lacrore." The memory of Archmage Federmon replied slowly. Under the interference of the magic exorcism circle, the face with the goatee in the crystal ball looked very strange and unapproachable, "But then I discovered something else... about parasitic feathers."
"What else?" The Dean's jaw was still moving violently.
"The parasitic feather will devour the soul of a person, and after that, it will rush out of the host's body. I originally thought that this kind of demon would lose its connection with the world, but it was only later that I found out... the death of a person only means that the parasitic feather Will go to find the next host... Do you know what this means?" Fedmond's expression revealed the cruelty of the executioner, "Plague~! This is the same thing as plague~! And not only that, being parasitized by demons is a It is quite infected with an incurable disease, and even the priest of the goddess is helpless. Shouldn't such a terrible plague be blocked?"
"But we can use the anti-magic barrier~!"
"Yes, so I asked the mages to protect all the fighters of the Knights of Truth with an anti-magic barrier," the other party answered concisely, "but even the alliance cannot provide every believer of Reynas Use the enchantment..."
"Then what should I do?" Lacrole finally interrupted the other party regardless of etiquette, "Even if there is a blood mark, the remaining time will not exceed one month~! Is there no countermeasure?"
"Lacrol, I think you should know about the plague that happened in Lashbar six years ago." The archmage's half-smile expression caused the temperature in the conference room to drop several degrees. The faces of the dean and the directors were instantly covered with a layer of fear.
"In the 294th year of the Renas calendar, the workers in the mining town of Lashubal unearthed strange things, and that night, people in the whole town felt dizzy and nauseous, and they soon discovered that the plague had spread It opened. The only mage in the town immediately reported the situation to the nearby lords, but in the end, what the people in the town waited for was not the rescue from the priest, but the ruthless sharp arrows, and they were blocked in the town... Three days later, the blockade troops directly burned the entire town with magic, and the total death toll is conservatively estimated to be 6,400 people..." Richard's voice sounded faintly behind everyone like the cry of a ghost , "The information about this plague has not been disclosed to the public at all. Only the top leaders of the alliance know about it. As far as I know, the person in charge at that time was Fedmond."
"So... this time we also..." Alice finally understood the meaning of that sentence.
"So it's you, necromancer Richard Barres. But I didn't expect the inspector's daughter to be with you." Fedmond let out a slight laugh, turning his attention away from Lacrole's The body shifted, "Slater told you about the Rashobal plague, right? That guy is always trying to discredit his political opponents, but unfortunately, he can't do anything now..."
"Where is Meredith, the head of the Knights? Gather troops less than 30 kilometers away from the Holy City and surround the famous Winfield College... What exactly do you want?" Richard asked the other party.
"Leader Meredith is still planning the future of the alliance with the leaders. This is also the purpose of his trip, and it is impossible to stop for this kind of thing. So I am responsible for everything at present." Federmon replied concisely, and then became more serious He said in a calm tone, "Most of the students in Winfield College are nobles, so I absolutely don't want the incident in the mining town of Lashubal to repeat itself, so there is only one way to go..."
"What is it?" Lacrore's eyes looked cloudy and urgent.
"Give me the magic feather circle and all related materials. I, the chief mage of the Union Magic Association, and the best high-level mage around me, will find out a way to deal with parasitic feathers. One month, it's fine Pass."
"Do you want to take the Magic Feather Circle as your own?" The necromancer narrowed his eyes, and unconsciously approached the crystal ball.
"This is good for all of us. After all, even the Knights of Truth have to pay a lot for dealing with the 3,500 mages stationed in the Seven Towers, right? And it's not my wish to embarrass these noble children .This is just a last resort..." The archmage said bluntly, "As long as there is that magic circle, all problems will be solved. Or do you think I will deceive you?"
"Where is that magic circle? Richard Barres?" A director couldn't wait to ask, and the eyes of the whole room focused on the necromancer for a moment.
"I reject this proposal." Richard's sharp eyes were still confronting the image in the crystal ball, "Fedmond, you are wrong, parasitic feathers are by no means a force that humans can control, this kind of demon will only serve the world. Bring about an extinct disaster~! I will not hand over the magic circle to you~!"
"The Magic Feather Array and all the materials are still in that room in the Tower of the Dead, right?" Lacrole interrupted Richard, "I guess you didn't think of transferring those things, so even if you don't You... we can do the same thing..."
The necromancer didn't answer, but his pale face from the curse couldn't conceal the shaking in his heart, and he subconsciously clenched the staff in his hand. There are two directors on Richard's left and right, both of whom are experienced high-level mages, and Lacrore is standing behind him. There is no need to speculate that the necromancer also knows what he wants to do now. And in the crystal ball in front of him, the image of Fedmond was looking at him mockingly.
what to do? Richard's mind was racing. He didn't have any way to finish chanting the attack magic in three seconds, and this time was enough for the five adults to pin themselves to the ground. Not only that, even if the dead cloud or fireball can be successfully cast, the effect may not be as expected-high-level mages usually carry amulets to quickly release the defensive barrier in times of crisis.
It seems that the only way is hand-to-hand combat. The necromancer's hand slowly lowered, subtly adjusting the angle so that he could quickly pull out the dagger hidden in his clothes. Richard regretted that he didn't learn martial arts at the beginning. Under the current situation, he has almost no power to fight back. However, out of the usual awe of the Necromancer, the dean and the directors did not act immediately, and the two sides faced each other motionlessly like statues.
The pendulum on one side is still ticking unhurriedly, not paying any attention to the time that has frozen in front of him, and the people who have their own thoughts and tense nerves.
In the next moment, the impasse, which was more fragile than glass, was broken without warning. Richard found that everything in front of him suddenly became very dazzling, and a strong burning sensation quickly spread from his back. At the same time, the dean and directors also let out painful roars.
A delicate feeling came from Richard's hand, and Alice held his hand: "Let's go~!"
Regardless of the other party's surprise, the girl chanted the spell to open the transfer phalanx as quickly as possible. Before being pulled into the blue light by her, the necromancer glanced at the meeting room for the last time - Dean Lacrore and the four The directors covered their eyes with their hands and fell to the ground struggling in pain.
"Come on~! Catch them~! Catch them~!" Lacrole yelled in a hoarse voice, but when the mage outside the door rushed in, all he saw was the afterimage of the transfer circle. And the college seniors with red and swollen eyes and tears rushing down.
"Did you use the flash technique just now?" The necromancer had an incredulous expression. He scanned the surrounding environment, and soon found that Alice had brought him into the Necromancer Tower, where he just treated the two of them. Explain the room you passed.
"Now is not the time to talk about this, they will come soon~!" The girl replied seriously, "We must take away all the materials and find a place to hide."
Richard nodded, and quickly put away the scrolls and books on the table: "If there is a hiding place, there is one right here. Come with me."
The whole college is boiling like water—Necromancer Richard and student union director Alice stole key information on eliminating parasitic feathers and hid them—this news made everyone lose their minds, especially It was when they felt that the blood mark was squeezing their vitality.
The mages, in a group of six, shuttled between the seven towers looking for the traces of these two people. They searched almost every piece of turf in the college, and carefully inspected every room in the seven towers—in this extraordinary period, , the restrictions of the Necromancer Tower were also lifted. Any suspicious details will be seized, but even so, Richard and Alice still have not been found, they seem to have evaporated.
October 14th, 300th year of the Reinas calendar, a week after the Parasitic Ling incident, the Alliance's 300th National Day. As one of the symbols of the alliance's power, Winfield College, which represents the highest authority in magic, will proudly accept visits and blessings from all over the alliance. The Pope's first stop after the National Day Ceremony should be here.
But now, there is no one in the entire square, only the statue of Goddess Reinas, alone receiving the baptism of autumn wind and fallen leaves. Some colleges are still searching for clues in the colleges tirelessly, but more people stay in their rooms, praying to the goddess, longing for miracles to come. Many high-level mages pinned their hopes on the negotiations with the Knights of Truth, and lingered outside the door of the dean's room all day long, even though the door had never been opened for them.
Around the academy, countless holy cross circles and anti-magic circles were tightly surrounded outside the wall, which not only blocked the possibility of high-level mages escaping, but also cut off almost all communications. Not only that, in order to prevent the parasitic feathers from escaping, the archers didn't even let go of the birds in sight.
And shadows mixed with fear, restlessness, hysteria, anger, and despair quickly breed in this place immersed in dead silence.
"The nobles are here~! The relatives of the students are here~!" A director rushed into the dean's room, "Although the news was blocked, the abnormality of the college during the National Day still attracted the attention of most people~! "
"Really?" Lacrole stood up unsteadily and walked towards the window. Only two days later, his appearance was completely different—with sunken eye sockets and overgrown beard. If it weren't for the gorgeous but dirty clothes, he would have looked more like a homeless man on the street.
"Yeah... a lot of people came, the Minister of Internal Affairs, the Minister of Finance, the lords of several big cities..." the dean muttered, but his face remained expressionless, "But, no matter how they protest, the Knights of Truth There will be no compromises..."
Moreover, what they want to save is only their own son or daughter, right? No one cares about the fate of other people, what they desire is only privileges... Lacrore, who has been immersed in politics for many years, is very clear about the thoughts of these people. Since his own destiny cannot depend on these nobles, he obviously does not care about them It's necessary.
And the scene from two days ago reappeared again. The sword fighting spirit of the Juggernaut stopped the conflicts outside the knight order in an instant—no one wanted to be hit by that kind of power. Not only that, Fedmond even appeared in person to persuade the nobles, but Meredith, the head of the group, never showed up.
That guy is probably plotting again? What kind of coercion conditions will he propose to the nobles? The Dean's wide mouth opened, forming a twisted smile. He regretted very much that he would trust Fedmond so easily that he was now in a situation where he couldn't move.
"Lacroll, you should be clear that I have no spare power to help you. As the chief mage of the Knights of Truth, I will never let demons like Parasitic Ling spread to the entire continent~! So the only way is to find the demons. Feather array..." Fedmon's high-sounding rhetoric from yesterday resurfaced in his mind.
"Damn bastard~! Bastard~!" Lakrol burst out suddenly, and slammed his fat fists against the wall again and again until his hands were covered with dazzling red, "Damn Fedmond... you Bastard, if I can get out of here..." The decadent fat man fell to his knees, weeping uncontrollably.
"I didn't expect that you would be the one who saved me." Richard shook his head with some self-deprecation.
"Do you think I will agree with those people?" Alice was a little dissatisfied.
This is the sewer of Winfield College, and the two are in a narrow chamber at the end of the canal. Judging from the style, this space seems to be a room excavated for the convenience of material transportation when the underground pipeline was built, and the most important point is that no one else knows about this space except Richard who discovered it by coincidence a long time ago. the presence of place.
"No, of course not... It's just that I thought that the director of the student union who has always followed the school rules should not make a decision in such a short period of time to make an enemy of the entire college," the necromancer shrugged. He knew Alice principles, but he did not expect that she would help him without hesitation—even if it meant becoming a public enemy of the academy.
If I were in that position, would I be willing to do this... from being a student council member to being an enemy of the house... the mage asked himself.
"Why did you decide to help you... because you explained it very clearly," Alice showed a natural expression, and she imitated Richard's tone and began to speak, "'Parasitic feathers are by no means a force that humans can control. This kind of demon will only bring destructive disasters to this world~!' If they insist on going their own way even like this, it can only be said that they lack humanity."
"Is it more inhuman than me?" Richard asked, and the mage remembered the girl's flushed face when he announced that he was going to do human experiments.
Alice nodded as a matter of course, and then the two laughed lightly in tacit understanding, and the dignified atmosphere dissipated naturally at that moment.
"You know, I don't have any blood relationship with the noble class. When I was three years old, my younger brother was born, but because of the dystocia, my mother's body became very weak." Alice said to herself, her eyes As if going back to the distant past, "At that time, our family was very poor, so there was no priest to treat her. I once ran to the tower of Arudia, but I could only watch from a distance. Those priests, The teaching assistant gave a passionate speech there, and the nobles in gorgeous clothes showed pious expressions... But I don't understand, why can't my mother get the favor of the goddess?"
"Mom just left like that. I still remember her beautiful and peaceful appearance. Since then, Dad seems to be a different person, staying outside all day..." The girl's voice trembled suddenly, "Until one day, He never came back... The people of the church said that Dad had fallen into evil ways and sentenced him to be burned at the stake."
"And then?" After a long silence, Richard finally asked.
"Inspector Clement Strife adopted me and my younger brother... The adoptive father is a very good person, and the days since then have been very happy," Alice lowered her head, "But when I was young, I will never forget. Not only that, but I am also very clear that the so-called happiness is something that can only be touched based on power."
"Is that why you choose to become a mage?"
"Compared to the church, this place is much better. At least when there is no crisis, the mages are still very friendly." The girl suddenly smiled, "And, isn't there a necromancer with a sense of justice here now?" ?”
"I just want to save myself." Richard replied.
"Then can you create magic against parasitic feathers?" The girl's water-colored pupils stared at each other quietly.
"Maybe, although I can't make any guarantees, our lives depend on it, so I will definitely do my best." The Necromancer said in a word, "Start from now."
The two of them stayed in the small secret room like this. Apart from piles of materials, the only thing accompanying them was the magic staff emitting a cold light. The curse of the blood mark and the lack of food made their complexions worse and worse, but no one complained. Richard buried his head in the book without saying a word, and his drafts could be seen everywhere on the cold wall, while Alice was responsible for going out to find anything that could satisfy his hunger—even though the only living thing in the sewer was Rats, and even when cooked magically, their meat was still unpalatable.
On October 15th, many relatives of Winfield College members clashed with the Knights of Truth responsible for sealing off the area, but after nearly forty people were injured, they finally retreated outside the cordon.
On October 20, two practitioners suddenly vomited blood and fell to the square. Before people tried to save them, the two were turned into zombies under the curse of the blood mark. The fearful mages poured countless fireballs and lightning onto the monsters.
On October 22, some mages planned to protrude from the siege of the Knights. They launched an attack at night, but most of them died under the arrows, and the rest were killed by the Holy Cross at the moment they crossed the circle. Burned out the soul. The moment they touched the magic circle, the demon in the boarding body immediately uttered a sharp wail, and the ugly figure was clearly presented in front of the soldiers under the light of the holy fire, together with the distorted expressions of the mages before they died, weaving into a A nightmare that scares everyone.
On October 24, a female student was attacked by the top student in her grade who tried to rape her. In the end, the mage was charred by Chain Lightning, and since then, not only the female mages have united, but others have also formed various small groups to protect themselves. The discipline of Winfield College, the student union and the management have completely collapsed.
On October 28th, three full weeks have passed since I escaped. At this moment, Alice was staggering through the sewers. She originally planned to find some food to satisfy her hunger, but after a whole afternoon of hard work, the result was just a dirty mouse.
There were bursts of tingling sensations all over his body, and the gloomy sewer in front of him also turned into vague darkness. Alice knew very well that the curse of the blood mark had extracted most of her vitality, and rat meat, an extremely bad food, completely drained her last bit of appetite. The next moment, the girl suddenly felt a hot flow in her throat, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, but even so, blood still seeped out from between her fingers.
Has it reached this point? Richard once told her that coughing up blood is a late symptom of the curse, and if the subject continues to vomit blood, he will soon become a zombie. Will his final destiny be to become an ugly monster wandering in the sewer? Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but shudder.
You must not let yourself collapse like this, otherwise the previous efforts will be in vain, and the entire academy will die~! Whether it's a parasitic feather or a blood seal, you can't be intimidated by such things~! Alice told herself again and again in her heart, and gritted her teeth to speed up her progress.
And when she entered the secret room, she found that the other party unexpectedly closed the book, leaning against the corner and meditating silently.
"What's the matter? Are you okay?" The careful girl noticed that there was also a trace of blood at the corner of Richard's mouth—but the other party obviously didn't intend to bring up the matter of vomiting blood.
"It's nothing... the magic circle is complete."
"It's done~!?" Alice exclaimed happily.
"To be precise, I have reached my limit. This is the best method I can imagine," Richard still frowned, "but I don't know if it will work...and, it may Can cause fatal damage to the human body... "
In front of the necromancer, there was an extremely complicated pattern - the redemption array.
This is formed by the superposition of three magic circles. The first layer is responsible for unlocking the seal of blood, and then makes the subject enter a state of suspended animation; the second layer creates a false soul to attract the parasitic feathers to leave the original host; In the case of a ghost, kill it with dispelling magic, and make the subject's blood flow again, and then add an anti-magic barrier to ensure that the soul will not be attacked by other parasitic feathers.
The principle is very simple, but it is very troublesome to implement. A mistake in any link—whether it is the rampage of the parasitic feather or the failure of the feigned death technique—may lead to the death of the subject.
"But anyway, let me test the effectiveness of this magic circle."
"Stop joking~! Do you want to bet your life~!?" Richard's voice suddenly increased in an instant.
"But if we don't use it, no matter how much we meditate here, nothing will progress."
Richard just shook his head impatiently: "There will be a way. I am considering negotiating with the people in the academy to let them first test the effectiveness of this magic circle. Then it will be popularized. In order to save you and me, That's why I study the magic circle in this kind of place, if something happens now, what's the point of everything?"
"So, how do we negotiate?"
The necromancer was momentarily at a loss for words.
"We will definitely not hand over the Magic Feather Circle. In this case, would Fedmond be willing to negotiate with us... people with demons parasitic in their bodies? That's impossible, right? Everything is just a victim of power struggle That's all," the girl lowered her head, "It's been like this from the beginning, you should know that it's impossible..."
"Then let me do it. After all, I am also responsible for this matter." Richard put his hand on Alice's slender shoulders.
"But if Richard is dead, this magic circle will never be completed, won't it?" Alice tried to make her tone more relaxed, "And, I believe that people who are hailed as 'born to feel The magic circle made by someone who knows the magic rhythm must be perfect."
"Let me do it." With a determined look in her water-colored eyes, she said, standing in the center of the magic circle, "Let's start."
Richard knew very well that the opponent's logic could not be refuted. From the beginning, he had no other way to go. The mage had no choice but to nod silently: "Believe it... is called 'a person who can feel the rhythm of magic'..."
"Relax the whole body and try to put yourself into a meditative state, so that you will accept the power of the magic circle faster." Richard pressed his palm on the pattern, and the magic power between his fingers slowly flowed into the words of the magic circle. In the next moment, like a city waking up at night, the redemption array began to light up layer by layer from the outside to the inside, and made a crisp sound.
People live to satisfy their curiosity. That's why I became a mage, that's why I got in touch with the Netherworld, that's why I want to learn the forbidden magic... It's all just based on the desire for the unknown. Richard stared intently at the scene in front of him. The magic words swirled in the spiral circle, emitting gauze-like light, tightly wrapping Alice in the center of the vortex.
But what I desire most now, is for this spell to work...
The fully automatic soul redemption array has entered the second stage of the spell. A gray-white shadow poked its head out from the girl's body, and the magic light clearly outlined the silhouette of the demon—it was like a gigantic centipede with a slender body and countless tentacles. Richard knew that this kind of demon couldn't see in this world, but when the ugly human-like head slowly turned around, the necromancer still couldn't help but feel hairy.
Parasitic Ling was quickly attracted by the aura of the pseudo-soul, and the huge reptile completely broke away from Alice, who had her eyes closed tightly, and quickly moved to the target. The light is flowing like mercury in the soul redemption array, and the spell has entered the final stage.
As long as there are no mistakes in the ending~! Richard tightly held the staff in his hand, staring at the dazzling light. Parasitic Ling's whole body began to twitch, which meant that the effect of removing magic had already taken place, and then he just waited for the girl to wake up...
But the accident happened suddenly, so fast that people couldn't react. The demon was desperately struggling, its long tail hit the magic circle, and the precise magic words immediately lost their original effectiveness, and the chain reaction caused immediately caused the entire soul redemption circle to tremble. The vortex of light turned into countless stardust in an instant and flew scattered in all directions.
The girl's body fell limply, and Richard hurriedly caught her.
Alice opened her eyes, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth: "You succeeded."
The necromancer just shook his head dully, his mind went blank. If the recovery magic is interrupted, then what awaits the subject is inevitable death. This is the common sense that mages were taught a long time ago. But when Richard thought of it at this moment, his heart was filled with fear.
"I saw that demon was burnt to ashes, and then, as long as there is another layer of protection for the magic circle itself, everything will be perfect." Alice said intermittently, but the mage stopped her immediately.
"Don't move, don't talk~! I'll treat you right now~! You'll be fine, I promise~!" He said incoherently.
"It's useless, Richard, it's probably fate..." The girl showed a helpless smile, and her slender body was gradually cooling down in Richard's arms.
Richard shook his head. He racked his brains to search for spells that could delay life, but found nothing. because of this