Chapter 55: The Pale Lord
"Master, is this really possible?"
"Why, are you doubting your master's ability? Although I'm not as good at refining weapons as that rich second generation, I can still handle it simply. In the future, if you have a chance, you can go to the Forest of Magic to find that guy and upgrade this hand again, and I'll bring you a few magic books as an exchange. ”
The young man, who had lost both arms, dragged his empty long sleeves and looked suspiciously at his right hand, which was soaked in a strangely colored dark green liquid. A tingling sensation mixed with pain came from his right arm, making Wang Hao's face a little ugly.
Seeing that his disciple obviously didn't believe his performance, Qiyao magic made his purple eyes narrow slightly, and quietly snapped his fingers.
"Thank you!"
Before Wang Hao's sentence of "Master Xie" was finished, the pain from his right arm suddenly increased, if it was slowly moisturized and transformed before, now it is a one-time rough modification of the structure and concept of Wang Hao's right arm.
The potion made of precious magical materials emitted a deep dark green glow under the magic of its master, and the disgusting liquid gradually became clear. The pale right arm, whose nerves were stimulated, twitched, and the skin visibly turned into a layer of hard bone, exuding an air of dead silence.
"Well, it is estimated that it has been successful, Wang Yu, you can fish it out and try it, and the goal is the little devil. ”
The Seven Dawn Magicians nodded, examining their masterpiece with satisfaction. Pache patted the twitching boy lightly and motioned for him to retrieve his right hand.
, old lady, you must have done it on purpose, didn't you just don't believe you much, as for me?
"Yes, Master. ”
Sighing helplessly, the pitch-black chain wrapped around his body stretched out from his cuffs, swimming like a spiritual snake, and took out the right hand that had become extremely hideous from the crucible, and took it back to the broken arm of his shoulder.
"Well, it feels unexpectedly good!"
Although the relationship between the epidermis and the bone armor caused the already small body sensation to decline again, the full sense of strength in the right arm perfectly made up for these regrets. Wang Yu clenched his fists, and the "click" sound from the collision of bone armor sounded so crisp and pleasant, and the strength alone was at least three times that of before, not to mention the obvious defense bonus. The original suspicion of the Seven Yao Magic Envoy suddenly disappeared at this moment, and Wang Yu looked at his teacher happily.
Looking at the young man's adoring eyes, Pachouli, who still had the vanity of a girl, was slightly refreshed, maintaining a serious mask on the surface, and summoned her own demon through the master-servant contract.
"Well, Mistress Pache told me something?"
The red-haired girl who had been summoned by her master quickly arrived, because Wang Yu's progress was rapid, so she didn't need her care much, and the little devil, who had no sense of existence recently, looked at his admired master happily, waiting for the order of the Qiyao magician.
"Wang Yu, shoot her. ”
"Yo, little devil, long time no see!"
The black-haired boy smiled brightly like the sun, and his hideous right hand gently patted the girl's shoulder with the joy of reunion between friends.
So the cheerful smile on the girl's face suddenly stiffened, like a petrified sculpture, Wang Hao curiously grabbed the girl's neck and lifted her up, but found that the little devil's movements did not change at all, and even his eyes could not move.
"Well, the paralysis effect is not bad. The next item is the ability to die. ”
The Seven Yao Magicians nodded, as if spitting out something very dangerous.
"Okay!"
Smiling heroically like those brothers and nobles in the world, the young man did not hesitate to slap his right hand, which was attached to the power of "death" and emitted ominous dead black smoke, towards the red-haired girl who had just put it down.
"Smack"
"Hey, what are you going to do, Wang Yu, if I was really photographed by you just now, I would indeed die! And Lord Pache just asked me to die?!
The girl's stiff illusion was instantly "killed" by the touch of the palm of the hand swirling with black smoke, and the instant death ability based on the law level made the clone that the little devil exert all his strength easily shattered. Ignoring the little devil who was pretending to cry, Wang Hao observed his right arm in surprise.
Pache was forced to die by using potions to paralyze him twice a day, and although he was unable to use the spells of the Necromantic School due to the damage of the magic book and the difference in the law, the boy who had been recognized by the world as the "Pale Lord" had benefited a lot.
The first requirement to become the Pale Lord is to have at least the ability to cast arcane spells at the third level, and as a disciple of the Seven Yao Magicians, although his main business is to hunt mages, Wang Hao already has this level of spell-casting ability.
Secondly, any non-good camp. At this point, Wang Yu is very confident, if someone throws an evil probe at him, it will definitely be a dazzling light of red and black.
Finally, lock yourself and the undead in your grave for more than three days. Although he didn't know how to count himself as an undead creature, Wang Hui still honestly accompanied Flandrow to play in the basement for three days, without even taking a step.
When the third day came, the cold voice of the main god came from the strange snake-biting snake ring on the middle finger of his right hand, letting Wang Hao know that he had made the right bet this time.
"The hidden mission is complete, the supernumerary member of the [Dawn Team], and the three-star intermediate mysterious side reincarnation [Wang Yu] becomes the [Pale Lord (Remnant)]"
"[Wang Yu] Current Class: [Law Breaker], [Pale Lord (Remnant)]"
Although it is a defective product that lacks its ability to cast spells, Wang Yu has no intention of becoming a complete Pale Lord. After all, his own job is to break the law, and he just likes the various supernatural abilities that the Pale Lord can use, and this alone has already made him very satisfied.
"Okay, okay, little devil, this time I'm not good, next time I won't. ”
"Woowoo Woo Pache Lady"
Crying very pretendedly, the red-haired girl threw herself into the arms of the Qiyao magician, rubbing the oil to her heart's content, making Wang Hao, who had recovered from the surprise, look at the two of them with some embarrassment.
Don't put lily welfare casually, it blinds the eyes of labor and management. Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, and I won't slap the little devil on you for the two more paralysis times.