"Dior, I'm going to decide on this person. I won't fight you for the opportunity to go upstairs this time. ”

Al followed the voice and looked over to see that it was in the corner of the library. He could see the man, but he couldn't feel the man's presence, and maybe even Al, if not the man's willingness, Al's could not see.

He sat straight in his chair with his arms folded over his chest, looking at Al deeply, his huge beastly eyes with a terrifying smile.

What kind of spell is this missing? Enchantment?

Although Al didn't understand why it was so rare and even competitive with a summoner on the second floor of this research institute full of mages, seeing that these people came up and directly wanted to lock him up with a contract to enslave him, Al had no good impression of them, and dragged a shadow behind his back with his left hand to get ready to get into it at any time.

If Dio compromises for a place on the upper floor, Al will have to test how powerful the god-hating plague mage really is.

"Lord Taylor, help us!" the seven people who had been restrained by the Serpent of Spells saw him and cried out for help despite the pain of the serpent's heart.

"Inferior test subject, how dare you ask me about conditions?" Dior snorted coldly, and the seven people with dry tongues lost their blood color and turned to blue and gray in an instant, and their cries for help stopped abruptly.

The Serpent of Spell on their bodies escaped in terror and fled back into Al's hands, turning into a mark.

Taylor laughed and stood up, his tall stature and wild temperament had a bit of a polite mage.

Al saw the reflective scales on his body, extending to his whole body as if he had come to life, and in the blink of an eye, he was transformed into a humanoid monster, a giant tail swept away the obstacles in front of him, and the stench of beasts permeated the library.

Al immediately ducked into the shadows and hid.

Seven corpses tore apart the flesh and blood on their bodies, and seven white bone skeletons stood up from within, one after another spells appeared and solidified on the skeleton, and a fireball condensed in each skeleton's hand aimed at the monster Taylor. The black hole's eyes were bubbling with an eerie soul fire, which was indescribably terrifying.

Al was dumbfounded, he had never seen in any book that a necromancer's skeleton resuscitation could awaken a skeleton mage, and all of a sudden, it was seven skeletons of the standard of a fifth-level mage, and he didn't know how powerful it was than his self-destructing rat.

In the absurd novel, the imagination is used to obscure the invincible scenes of the undead army, but after death, the soul returns to the kingdom of God and the god of death, leaving only a body, and the necromancer transforms them into servants according to their own texture, materials, and spells of the caster, and knows the power of the undead body.

This kind of giving skeletons the ability to cast spells, let alone seven at a time, even Alr has never heard of it.

Imagine a necromancer with seven skeleton mages, even if the fireball can only come once, no one in the same level is an opponent. If you add "Five Fireballs", it is simply a big killer.

Al thought that President Dio was powerful enough to awaken the seven skeleton mages at the same time, but he didn't expect that the power was still to come.

Dio walked to the center of the skeleton mage, and the white bones of Mori automatically disintegrated, turning into armor to protect Dio, and the seven skeletons formed a circle behind Dio with a strange smile. Al hid in the shadows, disgusted and dizzy at the sound of laughter. Fourteen white bone arms held the fireball in full bloom behind the seven skulls, like a thousand-armed Guanyin.

"Are you ready, Dio, you arrogant maggot!" Tyler let out a wild roar, spell after spell blessing on his body.

Dio didn't bother to respond to the provocation of the lowly bastard, and with a distant point, a faint light erupted, and seven fireballs followed, not caring at all about the rules of not destroying the library.

Seeing the trajectory of the fireball, Al knew that Dior would inevitably blast the "Five Fireballs", which was at the critical point of the region's energy tolerance, and shrank his head and drilled out of the library along the shadows.

"Boom!"

As soon as Al got out, the door of the library burst into pale flames, and even wailing ghosts could be seen in the flames.

"It's a soul fire, Dio is really going to kill that half-blood!" "Yvanni, who is also a necromancer, dodged like Al, and shouted in surprise as she watched the sudden burst of flames.

The soul fire thing is the patent of the necromancer, and the simple description is that it only burns the flame of the soul, and it will never die.

Out of the door came two slow apprentices who were watching the bustle and escape, wrapped in gray flames, staggering in their feet, moaning silently, and kneeling to the ground with empty eyes.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, Dio, dressed in white bone armor, flew out miserably. The seven pairs of white bone arms were all broken into sections, and none of the seven white bone skulls were missing, and the white bone armor on the body looked closely, and the ribs were pierced into the body and bloody.

The door staggered out of Taylor's humanoid monster, leaning limply against the door frame of the library, reeking of decay, a lifeless body of colorful scale armor, pieces falling off, but still trying to grow new ones. The dragged tail snapped and fell, and puddles of viscous gray liquid flowed from the fracture.

"How's that!Dio!Is the seven corpses I have for you any good!hahahaha!" Taylor laughed maniacally, his words making Al understand that it was all a conspiracy against Dior, and that it had nothing to do with him as a small summoner.

Even though Dior was embarrassed, he still maintained the arrogance of a mage, disdainful of Taylor. Taylor squeezed his hand fiercely, and the white bone armor of Dio was tightly closed like an iron virgin cage, and inserted into Dio's body.

"How did you burn him like this, how could the material be missing him this time. Four Oxiber Brotherhood mages walked out behind Dio, and with a wave of their hands, they removed the bone cage from Dio's body. The blood on Dior's body flowed back into the wound, and Sumeru was intact.

"The body of a mongrel is good for a few days. Dio stood up weakly.

When Taylor saw them, the hatred in his eyes almost soaked out, and he roared, and the scale armor on his body was torn and regrown with blood, and the broken tail broke again, and then a new tail grew smaller.

The four mages looked as young as Dior, but they were so deep and cold that they could make Taylor hate them so much.

"As free-range pets, the freedom we give you is too forgiving. ”

The four mages chanted incantations at the same time, their voices overlapping, low, eerie, and complex.

A spell lit up on Taylor's forehead, and he screamed in pain, and the scales and armor that had just grown out of his body fell off, and the giant tail disintegrated and dissipated. However, the more it hurts, the more crazy Taylor becomes, laughing hideously.

"You won't be short of dragon blood materials! Dio! Remember what I told you in the cage in the basement? Hahahaha, you can see yourself well! I said! I will pay you back a lot of my pain!"

Dio suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at his hands in disbelief, layers of bright scales and armor growing one after another.

Before Al could see what had become of him, Taylor and Dio were enveloped in a black mist and dragged into the Oxiber Brotherhood's laboratory.

Looking at the deep gate, Al couldn't help but shudder.