Chapter 2090: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (22)

Is that...... Person?

It was a thing that was surrounded by flames and vaguely had the form of a human being.

As soon as the fiery figure emerged from the corner of the alley, Bediwell sensed how bad it was, and he jumped several steps back alertly.

It was originally a threatening red flame that naturally emitted after being stimulated, but the fire light on the human in the flame gradually changed to a different color, a softer pale blue.

The humanoid didn't radiate heat. The fire of spells itself is not really burning, and any spell fire in the hands of a spellmaster who has not yet activated a spell does not have a burning heat, and the fire should only be an excess of light produced by the intense flow of photons.

Then the werewolf youth faintly saw inside the lilac flame humanoid that was starting to become less dazzling.

It wasn't a person at all, but something resembling a skeleton.

It was the bones of a long-dead man!

A white bone, driven by the fire of spells, is slowly walking towards Bedeville?!

What a strange sight this is!

Fear made the werewolf retreat, but the spell fire in his hand was jumping, gently and calmly, with no intention of attacking or defending. The spell fire in Bediwell's hand was the spirit that could most sense the hostility of the enemies around it, but it didn't seem to be aware of the hostility emanating from the skeleton surrounded by purple fire in front of the werewolf youth.

In other words, the skeleton was not hostile at all? It wasn't here to find fault...... Bediwell tried to calm down and analyze it.

"Stop!" The werewolf youth then opened his mouth to warn, "Who are you, what the hell are you trying to do? I'm just looking for someone, just passing by this place, I don't mean anything! Can you put away your spell fire?"

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However, Bediwell's words did not affect the other party's actions, and the skeleton continued to walk towards the werewolf youth, not fast or slow, just as humans usually walk.

"Boss, boss, what's going on over there, answer me?" Lawrence's call came from Beddywell's communicator, "Did you escape, and why did the spell react louder and louder?"

"I ...... I don't understand...... The skeleton was approaching step by step, and even though it seemed unhostile, Beddiver followed the skeleton's pace and stepped back step by step: "What the hell is going on? What do you want?!"

"Chaos...... The incarnation of ...... After repeated questioning, the skeleton finally spoke. Although it was not speaking with its mouth at all, it was more like it was communicating with Bedeville with some kind of telepathy: "Crimson ...... Apostle...... ＂

"What are you talking about?" replied in a low voice. Lawrence's shouts echoed in the ears of the werewolf youth, but at this moment he could not even listen to a word, and his mind was full of silence, only the voice of the skeleton could reach his head.

"My order is Garnan, the sorcerer Garnan. I have spent 372 years and months peeping into chaos and understanding the truth. According to the agreement, what I have realized and what I have gained is now again returned to chaos. ＂

As he spoke, the skeleton began to cast a spell and burned himself. The lilac flame that seemed to be harmless to humans and animals was actually extremely hot, and the astonishing heat did not spread outward, so not only did Bediwell not feel any heat in front of him, but he could even feel a trace of terrifying coolness.

The bones burned to ashes in a very short time, and they never existed again. But the ashes that should have been scattered shrank and gathered together with the spell fire it had controlled, condensed into a white piece, and fell to the ground.

Bediwell subconsciously walked over and picked up the white bead. No. It's not so much that it's beads. The white, fingernail-sized thing was a little irregular, and it was roughly a circle. It was carved with dense stuff, I don't know if it was a font or a rune, and it looked a little similar to the cuneiform script of the Egyptians, but the graphics and symbols seemed to be subtly different.

And then there's the magic. Tremendous magic. Or maybe it's a huge longing. Even someone like Bediwell, who wasn't a mage at all, could feel the magnitude of the magic contained in this small white stone. Just holding it in his hand, Bediwell could feel the warmth of life stirring in the stone.

"What the hell is this?" Bediwell vaguely felt that the stone was a very dangerous thing, and wanted to throw it away immediately. But he also vaguely felt that he could not just throw it away, and if he did, it would seem that he would discard the research results that some people had devoted their lives to. He began to understand that the skeleton must have been a sorcerer from a long time ago, and probably a great sorcerer. This man had entrusted something to Bediwell before he died, or before his consciousness disappeared completely.

------ or rather, entrusted to "Chaos". Although it is not clear to Bediwell what this chaos means.

"Boss, boss, are you still alive???" It was only then that Lawrence's constant call over the walkie-talkie finally reached the ears of the werewolf youth.

"Alive...... Don't yell so loudly, my eardrums are almost piercing. The werewolf youth complained.

"Hah...... Great, you're not dead yet. Lawrence seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and after a few seconds of pause, he continued to ask in a slightly hoarse voice: "So...... Did you escape? The strong spell reaction is gone, the danger should be over, right? Or is the spell master still looking for you? Have you hid well?"

"No, it's not what you think it is. Bedivel scratched his head, "It's a bit hard to explain...... It seems that the one I met was not a conjurcerant at all, at least not a living conjurer. It was a skeleton wrapped in the flames of spells, dead and still moving. Then it took a few steps and burned itself to ashes. I'm not really sure what's going on here. ＂

"Burnt to ashes?"

"Uh-huh...... The werewolf youth continued to walk forward, past the corner of the alley that he had not dared to cross anyway, and glanced towards the place where the skeleton had first appeared.

The situation there was much the same as Bediwell had expected, only more exaggerated.

At the end of the alley was a tin house that had been untouched for nearly half a century, and it seemed that some homeless man had lived here for some time, but the homeless man was eventually evicted for some reason, leaving behind the dilapidated house.

The floor of the broken house seemed to have been sealed with some kind of wooden plank, but it was broken by the excavation of something, and it seemed that the skeleton had come out of the ground, and when it was unearthed, it was so powerful that it even knocked the three-inch thick wooden plank ground open. When Bediwell walked in again, the hole was an extremely deep pit. Egyptians had a habit of burying the bodies of the dead deep into the ground, and some ancient tombs from hundreds of years ago could even be buried hundreds of feet deep in the ground. It's a shame that the skeleton was able to climb out of the mud and meet Bediwell?

What are the [Chaos Incarnate] and [Crimson Apostle] that the skeleton is repeating repeatedly?

Lawrence...... Is it possible for a person to curse himself before he dies, so that his bones can continue to move after he dies?"

"It can be done. But this is not just the realm of spells, it should be considered the realm of necromancy. Lawrence replied, "Practicing spells is already considered an alien, and those who practice necromancy are probably the aliens of aliens."

I've heard of some solitary sorcerers who have never been able to find their favorite apprentices and pass on what they have learned, so they use spells and necromancy to carve spells into their bone marrow before they die, so that the fire of the spells that accompanied them all their lives will always sleep in their graves. When the time comes, the fire of spells senses the right people, and the bones of these long-dead spellcasters will crawl out of the graves and pass on their spells to future generations. But it's all urban legends and the like, no one has ever actually encountered them, and there is no specific circle of interaction between the spellcasters, and even if someone has encountered this kind of thing, it is impossible to share the anecdotes of their encounters with other spellcasters. ＂

"What I'm encountering now seems to be what you said...... Bediwell whispered, "Is this a big treasure that I accidentally dug up?"

"Is it a treasure or *...... Only God knows. Lawrence muttered under his breath, "Boss, whatever the spell you pick up, don't use it until you've found out what it's for." That could be a dangerous forbidden technique. ...... Did the skeleton you met tell you who he was?"

"I think it's called a sorcerer...... Garnan or something. The werewolf youth replied.

"Yes. Lawrence was suddenly silent: "No wonder. ＂

"What?"

"You're talking about Garnan, the Spellcaster, who was from centuries ago, and he's not known as a Spellcaster...... He originally thought that he was a well-known necromancer, and manipulating corpses to kill people was what he was best at. Garnan's famous stunt seems to be called [corpse*] or something...... In short, it is an evil magic technique that re-summons corpses on the battlefield into legions of undead, and makes these corpses charge at the enemy to self-detonate. Is it any wonder that corpses can explode, it turns out that the necromancy that manipulates corpses has been added to the operation of spells. ＂

Hearing this, Bediwell's scalp tingled. What the hell did he pick up?

"The great teacher once said that no matter how evil it looks, if it is used properly, it can be used not only to kill people, but also to save people. Lawrence added, "So there's nothing to be ashamed of, boss." Keep your chest up. Even if it is the legacy of the necromancer Garnan, there is bound to be something useful in his technique. Use it when you need it. ＂

"Hmm...... The werewolf youth ignored the ancient tomb that was gone, and turned to walk: "Oh, no! there's no time to waste in this kind of place, and we have to keep looking for two little ghosts." ＂

Lawrence chuckled helplessly from the other end of the microphone.

Bediwell spread his palms back and let out the spell fire to track down, trying to find the two children with the traces of spell on their bodies. However, at this moment, the flame of the spell fire in his hand suddenly flickered up.

Deeper in the alley corner, the sound of a ding-dong fight was heard at the same time.

Bediwell frowned, knowing that the two imps might be in trouble, so he quickened his pace and sped over.