The Dark Arts are not yet widespread, but in the eyes of some in the Empire, it is an extremely dangerous sign.

Especially during an important event such as the Imperial Primary Professional Competition, this kind of thing happened to make everyone nervous, and the intervention of the military department was also because many people wanted to solve the matter as soon as possible.

The pressure is naturally enormous.

And Dickdo, as the main participant in this dark magic incident, except for the first time to go to the scene to investigate, the rest of the time was soaked in the library.

The curator here was an old acquaintance of his, so after he said hello, he gave him the key to the museum.

A library is something that exists in every large library, and it can also be said that it is the private property of some people.

As for all these piled up in the library, the empire has the intention to accept them all, but the people who can't bear to have them are all old nobles in the empire, and even members of the senate.

So a long time ago, a Majesty had to order that private individuals were not allowed to hold what the Empire had announced, and that all of them should be stored in the libraries established by the Empire, and that anyone borrowing them had to be done in the library, and that records must be kept.

In fact, it's no wonder that the empire is so strict, because most of these are related to all kinds of weird magic, and black magic is just one of them, and there are other weird things that no one can understand.

If someone uses the magic to do something bad, it will be a great loss to the Empire.

For example, as soon as Dictor entered the door, he could see the huge skeleton that was more than one person tall, and the two eyes of the skeleton even burned with soul fire, as if it had its own consciousness, shaking slightly.

But it was actually the cover of a black magic book.

The white skull seemed to be engulfed in the black cover of the spellbook, revealing only the skull and a few half-cut ribs, and the rest seemed to be submerged in the book.

Dictor had read the book, and it was about a method of refining powerful weapons of war from dragon corpses.

I won't go into detail about the hardships and gore, but it is probably to torture a dragon alive to ensure that its soul does not immediately disperse when it dies, and it is full of resentment.

Then it is half of the soul of the refiner, plus some other strange and precious alchemy materials, it is possible to refine successfully.

And the author of that book, the skeleton that was sealed on the book cover, only explained at the end of the book that the success rate of this method is actually no more than 30%.

Moreover, the act of desecrating the corpse of the dragon clan will cause the anger of the dragon clan, and once it is discovered, it will be the end of the endless death.

In addition to this one, there are other quirky books in the library.

As he walked, Dictor suddenly flew up and kicked a book with a monstrous spine so that it wouldn't scratch his hand-sewn shoes of the master of the court.

Just now it suddenly burst out, which really startled Dictor a little.

But it's actually a book about the habits of all kinds of strange monsters, and it has nothing to do with black magic or anything. I don't know why someone put it here, probably because I'm afraid it will hurt people outside.

"Whew!"

The book flew into the air with a wail, and then landed a hill of books with a slight snapping sound.

"Dictor, can't you treat them well? These are precious books. The curator walked in at some point, and watched Dictor treat the books so roughly, and wanted to give him a kick.

"Sorry, you know, an occupational disease. Dictor said perfunctorily, completely unconcerned about the curator's rolled eyes.

"Forget it. The curator didn't seem to want to bother with Dickdo, and went straight to the point.

"What are you looking for this time?"

"A book about the dark arts, with detailed descriptions of the various blood ritual circles. ”

After a little thought, the curator knew which one Dictor was looking for.

He pushed a ladder to a certain part of the circular bookshelf and walked up slowly.

After searching through the rows of books, he pulled out a black book with a hideous bloody handprint on the cover, and walked down slowly.

"This book is weird, and reading it consumes your soul power at the same time. So don't keep staring at it, and close it when you feel uncomfortable!" said the curator solemnly.

"Okay, I got it. Dictor took it carefully, and did not rush to read it, but placed it on the table next to him.

Dictor took out a monocular glass from his jacket pocket, the brown lens was surrounded by carefully carved magic patterns, and when Dictor brought it on, it seemed that even his mind was much clearer.

"I said," said the curator, "with the speed-reading lenses and the soul-extracting dark magic book, are you trying to suck yourself dry?"

Dictor slowly opened the book of dark magic, without looking back.

"I don't have time, maybe every second of delay will kill someone outside. ”

Dictor soon immersed himself in the obscure book, and because of the speed reading lenses, he quickly found what he had always wanted.

"Blood Sacrifice Circle ......"

Dictor spread out the entire book, and in the very center of the two pages, a picture that seemed to be made of blood lay silently, exuding a strong smell of blood.

"Hell is inhabited by three terrible monsters: the Lich, the Saikebo, and Aung Rafael. Lichs are powerful fallen mages with powerful magical powers that can unleash magic at great distances. Saikebo, a strange creature. He is incredibly fast and good at fighting enemies. Aung Rafael, an ethereal creature with no fixed form, is extremely difficult to attack. ”

As Dictor continued to read, patterns of three creatures gradually appeared on the spellbook.

The lich looked like a humanoid corpse, wielding a locust wand, wrapped in bandages and tattered cloaks, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Sekeber looked like a black cat, but its sharp claws and spiky tail showed that it was not a harmless creature, especially the evil eyes, which gave people goosebumps.

As for Aung Rafael......

There is no picture of its form in the book, as it seems that, as I said earlier, it has no fixed form of its own, so it cannot be depicted.

Dictor couldn't help but frown, because it had just noticed that some of the familiar patterns were the same as Aung Rafael's racial symbols.

In other words, this blood sacrifice is probably for this creature! It is the ultimate beneficiary!

Dictor flipped through it as quickly as he frantically flicked through it, and it was impossible to describe how fast he was reading at a glance, and even the brown lenses were a little hot.

"Stop! Dictor Hey!"

The curator's voice was heard, and Dictor felt his body shake, and he gradually came to his senses.

"How...... What's up?"

Secretly found that his throat was hoarse, as dry as if he hadn't drunk water in days, and at the same time, a sense of emptiness was transmitted from the depths of his soul to his body.

Now he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Water...... Water ......"

When the curator heard Dickdor's weak voice, he immediately gathered the water elemental in the air to summon a cloud of clear water for him.

Knock knock knock.

While Dictor was drinking water, the curator kept chattering beside him.

"I told you to be careful, these books of black magic are magical. I really thought that I was a nine-star powerhouse, and I dared to touch anything. ”

The curator said that he was about to close the magic book, but Dictor refused.

"Last page...... That magic array...... Please help me make a copy. ”

Following Diktor's fingerprints, the curator glanced at the so-called magic circle and found that it was an unknown magic circle related to magic detection.

"If you think clearly, the magic in this is hundreds of years old, and no one knows what will go wrong. The curator said solemnly, for fear that he would not know how dangerous this was.

"Got it, huh. Dictor gradually regained some strength and was able to sit up on his own.

The curator looked at his appearance, sighed, and then said.

"Well, you wait. ”

The curator entered the transcription room with the magic book, and Dictor watched as he faded into the darkness with a slightly relaxed look on his face.

Finally...... There's a clue!