There are some lucky people in the transcendent world, who are ordinary human beings and have no inheritance, but they can always obtain enviable extraordinary powers because of some accidents or coincidences.

The former ace pilot in front of him, and now the drunkard, is one of them.

The so-called Storm Companion, just like the "Wilderness Companion" encountered in Moore Town, will receive a huge increase and favor in a certain environment.

That is to say, for other transcendentals, the extremely terrifying storm weather is extremely comfortable in his place, he will not suffer any damage in the storm, and even be strengthened, if he cultivates more deeply, it will be easy to summon the storm directly.

However, it can be seen from the word "passive" displayed in the information that this person has not cultivated for his own ability.

"I have survived many plane crashes, and I am considered a person who has been blessed by luck, but I have lost my relatives one after another, which is the breath of bad luck and a poor person. ”

Glancing at the first fragment of information, Tang Qi sighed slightly.

Using the "body control spell" to dispel the alcohol in the other party's body, the middle-aged man gradually became sober, but his face was still haggard and decadent.

"Mr. Eric Hartman?"

"Huh?"

"You know that a qualified pilot can't drink too much, right?"

As Tang Qi spoke, he pointed to the empty wine bottle in his hand.

Eric Hartman seemed to be a little uncomfortable suddenly from drunken to sober, confused for a few seconds, and after fully waking up, he looked at Tang Qi who did not hide his face in front of him.

Although he passively became a "Storm Bearer", he is a true transcendent after all, possessing the most basic perception abilities.

In his perception, the young man in front of him, who looked a little thin, exuded an extremely terrifying aura, he seemed to think of something, and a faint glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

He raised his head suddenly, looked at Tang Qi, his lips trembled slightly, and his face was hesitant, but finally he spoke: "As long as you can make me ......"

"It's a pity, Mr. Eric, bringing the dead back to life is the realm of the gods, I can't do it, and even if there is a similar method, you will definitely not be able to pay the price, since you are already in the old tavern, you should have heard a lot of stories like this, the resurrected relatives must not be what you imagined. ”

Tang Qi interrupted him, calmly stating what he had known before.

The resurgence of the mystical side has brought chaos and terror while giving hope to many.

For example, some people who are lucky enough to become transcendent, seeing this extraordinary magical power, will want to fulfill some originally slim wishes, resurrecting their deceased relatives, is one of the important options.

But the "attempt" of those people was never successful.

The most common consequences:

"They dig up the bones of their loved ones, but they come back to life with zombies, or monsters that occupy the bodies...... There are also people who chant ancient forbidden spells in an attempt to summon the spirits of their loved ones back from the world of the dead, but often the return is terrifying and vicious. ”

"Don't provoke death before becoming a god. ”

Tang Qi spit out another iron law on the mysterious side of his mouth.

In fact, he didn't need to be reminded by Don Qi, Eric Hartmann as a stormbearer, had been hanging out in the old tavern, and he had heard too many such stories, so although he missed his loved ones so much, he never made up his mind to touch the taboo.

He came to apply for the job, just with a glimmer of hope, to have the existence of a "transcendent aircraft", whether it is an organization or an individual, it represents a strong force.

Perhaps, there could be another way.

But Tang Qi's words just now dashed the hope in his eyes.

Eric Hartman's face turned gloomy again, and he slowly lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "Well, excuse me." ”

After saying that, he planned to get up and leave.

As Don Qi said, on the mysterious side, traffic rules are also used, and alcoholics cannot be pilots.

Just as Eric got up, a calm voice came into his ears.

"I can't bring the dead back to life, and I can't let you see the souls of your deceased loved ones, because too much time has passed, and they have all entered the 'mysterious' world of the dead, but if you want, try to pass on a message to them. ”

"You only get one chance, and you don't necessarily get a reply. ”

Tang Qi's words made Eric Hartman's eyes instantly regain their brilliance.

He raised his head suddenly, unable to hide the surprise and apprehension on his face at all, resisted his impulse, and said tremblingly: "What price do I need to pay?"

Sure enough, the transcendents who have been hanging out on the mysterious side for a long time know that to get anything, there is a corresponding price to pay.

Don Qi looked at Eric Hartman, he could indeed make Eric "talk" with his dead relatives, and if Eric's relatives had just died, he would even need only a psychic medicine to allow him to meet the spirits of his loved ones.

But looking at Eric's decadent appearance, it is obvious that a loved one has passed away for a while.

Unless there is some accident, the souls of the dead will enter the "mysterious", unknowable world of death, and as for what the final destination is, it is a mystery that the transcendent world cannot explain.

Almost all attempts to bring the dead back to life fail and have dire consequences.

But if it's just a message, it's not as serious, and it even has a high success rate.

However, it belongs to the category of "necromancy", Tang Qi has not practiced, but in the entire Merada witch group, there are several witches involved in this type of witchcraft, and they have good attainments.

Although the witches have not yet returned, they have taught many teachers at the school before they leave.

For example, Professor Eva, she is half a disciple of "Esmeralda".

Tang Qi had looked at the faculty roster before, and one of the teachers, who was a "Necromancer" by profession, was completely proficient in witchcraft such as "Undead Whisper" and "Death Courier", which was enough to help Eric Hartman.

Thinking about it, Tang Qi said directly: "Quit drinking and go to work." ”

"No problem, it may take some time to quit drinking, can you let me ...... first"

"No, you can bear with it, and you will quit immediately. ”

Before Eric could finish speaking, Tang Qi had already placed a hand on his shoulder, and a powerful version of the body control spell was cast in an instant.

This witchcraft that can control other people's bodies can suppress and solve even problems involving ancient bloodlines such as Shae and Ruka, not to mention a mere alcohol addiction problem.

"Ahh

Of course, the process of quitting alcohol is bound to be somewhat painful.

After recruiting the right pilots, Donchi didn't delay in the old tavern, and now a group of his friends, Raphael, seemed to have a lot of work to do.

Old Coulson seems to have finally come to the fighting spirit, and is determined to improve his "healer" rank, and no longer be suppressed by his two strong brothers.

The rest of Savoy and Jensen, though they both tried to pull Donch to play.

But the two of them each have lovers, and in order not to be forced to stuff a mouthful of dog food, Tang Qi resolutely refused.

Jennifer, on the other hand, is obviously willing to date her "idol".

However, Tang Qi glanced at Eva beside him, considered his image as the principal, and did not say that he wanted to have a drink, but smiled at Jennifer and nodded, saying that he had recently been studying a big topic "The Birth and Fall of the Wizarding School", and if he had time, he could come to the school to study with him.

Then he opened the door and returned to the secret realm of the island in the middle of the lake with Professor Eva and Eric Hartman, who couldn't wait to go to work.

As soon as Tang Qi left, Jensen, who tried to feed the dog food unsuccessfully, was squeezing his eyebrows and trying to say something, but at this time, Jennifer, who had been smiling, seemed to hear something, and her complexion suddenly changed dramatically.

Along with it, there was also Jensen.

The two of them took out a strange object from their arms almost at the same time, and after receiving a piece of information from it seriously, they glanced at each other, and they both saw a strong worry in each other's eyes, as if the bad thing they had been worried about finally became a reality at this time.

"In the Blake Mountains, a mysterious organization has appeared, and by unknown means, has opened an exotic entrance, with traces of the activity of an unknown race at the other end. ”

......

Blake Mountains, ten minutes ago.

This is a mountain range close to Mihuang City, but some distance away from this bustling city, where there are no precious tree species, and there are no other resources that humans covet, so it maintains an intact forest style, primitive and wild.

In a dark valley near the main peak of the mountain range, a battle was nearing its end.

The battle was fought between a knight wearing a black cloak but armor underneath, and a group of cultists who looked crazy and wore rough linen clothes on the other.

Although the former was small in number, the holy light that poured out of their long swords easily slaughtered the opponent.

The latter seemed to have entered a strange state, even though they were on the verge of death and wailed and screamed after being illuminated by the holy light, but none of them voluntarily surrendered, but laughed and crashed into the altar in the deepest part of the valley.

It was an altar made entirely of flesh and bones, with strange, ancient lines engraved in the center, densely packed like countless black maggots, wriggling on it, and merging into it as the madmen crashed into the altar.

The uncontrollable fear and disgusting glow that poured out from above gradually converged into a vague portal.

Rumble!

A knight's sword surging with holy light came from the air, but before it could touch the altar, the holy light attached to it was quickly dissipated, and the long sword made of extraordinary materials and attached with holy runes was silently corroded, and finally disappeared cleanly, including the hilt.

The one who threw the long sword was an old man, he was wearing a robe that a normal faculty member would wear, without armor, but his body under the robe was strong and tall, with snow-white stubble on his chin, his facial features were cold and hard, and the whole person exuded a temperament like steel.

As long as there are more knowledgeable transcendents in Mihuang City, they can recognize it.

This old man is none other than John Olesim, the chief knight of the "Holy Inquisition" in the Church of Light in Missico, an extremely powerful knight of light.

Behind Olesim, a knight used a long sword to "purify" a cultist who had not had time to rush to the altar, leaned over to check it, frowned tightly, and quickly came to Olesim's side, and reported: "They are all peripheral members of the 'Head of Decay', the mastermind has escaped before we came, and the divination of the Prophecy Stone has been wrong, it should have been interfered with by the other party with a higher-level strange object." ”

"Is this the eighth entrance to the Exotic Realm opened by the 'Head of Decay', or is it destroyed with the Sword of St. Dozer?"

At the same time as the knight reported, several other knights behind him were about to lift out the same heavy "sword case" that seemed to be made of stone.

But before they could open the sword case, Oresim stopped them, staring at the fully condensed portal, watching the ripples surging in it, his breathing became heavier, and little by little he took off his robes, which were somewhat in the way.

At the moment when his robe hit the ground, a human arm that was so rotten that you could see bones suddenly poked out from within the portal. This was followed by the second, third, and fourth...... They pressed softly across the altar, caressing the flesh of the madmen and innocents.

Everyone, including the knight on the old man's side, was breathing rapidly.

They suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over their bodies, as if it was them who were caressing those rotten arms.

A knight subconsciously looked down at the palm of his hand holding the sword, and on the back of his hand, at some point, there was an extra pale red vertical stripe, and the extreme itching made him can't help but put the knight's sword back into the sheath and secretly scratched it a few times.

A strange touch came, and when the knight looked again, he saw that a layer of skin on the back of his hand had been directly grabbed by him, and it fell off with a "snap", and on the back of his bloody hand, a completely black eye without pupils slowly opened.

Looking at it, for a moment, a tide of fear was about to overwhelm his soul.

It was at this moment that Olesim, who had taken off his robes, suddenly appeared on the altar, a pair of steely palms went straight into the ripples, the holy light surged, and in the violent wail, a huge head was pulled out by him.

It was a rotten head with only "eyes", and the all-black eyes were crowded together, which was enough to make the Secret Fear patient crazy, and it also instantly defeated most of the knights in the field.

The terrible itch swept through the minds of every knight.

They threw down the knight's sword in their hands uncontrollably, and the holy light that automatically erupted in their bodies could not prevent "rotten black eyes" from growing everywhere on their bodies, and they unconsciously scratched and tore off pieces of flesh and skin.

Seeing that the knights were about to mutate, the holy light overflowing from Olesim's hands suddenly surged several times, and with a muffled sound of "bang", the rotten head exploded instantly, and all the rotten arms also turned into ashes, and the knights were paralyzed.

Seeing that the black eyes slowly closed again, the terrible tingling began to subside.

But before the knights could relax, behind the portal, the ripples surged wildly, and one by one the rotten arms suddenly poked out, instantly grabbing the knight chief of Olesim, and around his body, rotten heads full of "black eyeballs" poked out.

The holy light that poured out of Olesim's body was constantly extinguished by the deep pollution.

The knights were about to continue to mutate, and in the center of the ground, the heavy stone "sword box" suddenly burst open, and an ancient and gorgeous knight's sword that seemed to be made of white gems slowly floated, and immediately turned into a dazzling holy light, shooting towards the portal.

Olesim's deep voice came at this time:

"Get out of here and ask for help from the church and the castle bureau. ”

"Tell them that there will be a demon tide here, and I can stop it...... Ten minutes. ”