The magic crystal lamp hung high on the ceiling, staining the slightly gloomy room with a white and miserable feeling, making Donnie subconsciously shiver, as if he had entered some ghost-infested castle.

However, this also made his attention completely return to the exam, no longer entangled in the young man who was more beautiful than the female elf just now, and looked around and looked around the environment in the room.

On the left side of the room was a simple long table, on which were placed a large number of items, some in magic vessels, some directly preserved in a vacuum magic array, wrapped in verdant leaves, and so on, while the right side was empty, not even a carpet, revealing a light gray patterned stone.

"Mercury, low-grade requiem stone powder......" Donnie gently closed the door and walked quickly to the long table, recognising at a glance the basic materials used to arrange the magic array.

He then sprinkled sunflower powder onto the silver candlestick, then lit the candle, carefully picking up a glass bottle filled with black liquid and aiming it at the blazing white candle.

Under the candlelight, the slight concave and convex surface of the glass bottle was clearly revealed, as if a layer of shadow runes flowed, and a strange eye without pupils also appeared in the black liquid.

After carefully discerning the shape of the eyeball and the magical runes engraved on the glass bottle, Donnie picked up the quill next to him and wrote on the parchment, "...... Mutant ghouls' eyeballs ......"

Putting down the vial, Donnie turned his attention to the vacuum magic circle, which contained an arm wrapped around a strip of yellow-brown greasy cloth.

"Wow, even the mummy's arm has it. Heidler College is really extravagant...... "Donnie's eyes are shining, his head is lowered, unlike ghouls, demons, ghosts, ghosts and other undead creatures that can be formed "normally", in order to give birth to a "mummy", there must be a complete and mysterious burial ceremony - this is a ritual that has existed since the ancient mythological era, therefore, the strength of the mummy is ordinary, and the magic resistance and its own hand-to-hand defense are the best among the undead, even if it is a formal mage, there is not much chance of obtaining a mummy as a necromantic minion.

Downey scribbled the answer on parchment. While looking at the mummy's arm with burning eyes. This level of material was something that he, a junior apprentice, had been able to access in the past.

"Judging from the wrapping cloth and exposed skin, it is a terrible kind of mummy, but it is also a mummy......!

In this way, Donnie identified the different body parts of these different magical creatures one by one:

“...... Foul-smelling fish-man lymphatic ......"

“...... The gnoll's front paws ......"

“...... Goblin skull ......"

“...... The hind hooves of the demonized goat......"

Half an hour. Downey had just finished identifying them one by one. Then, according to the necromantic body combination theory and the requirements of stitching corpse refining. The design has its own style of stitched corpses.

Deletion, deletion, revision, modification, and modification, it took Downey a long time to complete his "model" of the stitched corpse. Then he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the wall clock on the wall: "It's almost ten o'clock, we can't delay any longer, otherwise we won't even have time to make up for the problem......"

As he thought, he picked up the mercury and hurried to sketch out the magic circle on the ground.

The apprentice's mental strength is not strong, and he can't take potions for exams, so Donnie can only complete them part by part, and then connect them into a complete magic array after the end.

More than an hour passed, Donnie sat on the floor, panting, recovering his mental strength that had been depleted more than a dozen times, and then, he stood up and placed the materials he had selected one by one in the corresponding position in the magic array: "...... Mummy Arm ...... Mutant Ghoul's Eyeballs...... Wings of the little devil...... Ghost Dust ......"

After the placement was completed, Donnie looked left and right, and did not dare to activate the magic circle and complete the refining, for fear that he would make a little mistake.

This is the most important moment of his life, if he succeeds, he will enter Heidler, the most authoritative magic academy in the necromantic department, and his future is immeasurable, and if he fails, he is likely to become one of the thousands of ordinary magic apprentices, or serve as an advisor to a businessman, or join the police department, and live a life better than ordinary citizens but still far from high society.

I am only seventeen years old, are you willing to accept such a numb and hopeless life?

Downey's heart ignited a raging flame of desire, a desire for knowledge, a desire for life, a desire for a better future.

Success or failure, it's up to you this time!

He half-knelt in front of the magic array, his hands pressed on the core, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his blue eyes, which was a sign that his spiritual power was fully activated.

The silver-white patterns shone with brilliant light, and the pitch-black runes frantically absorbed the nearby requiem stone powder, and then, the entire magic array was shrouded in pale brilliance, and the magic gems snapped and shattered.

After Donnie activated the magic array, his head felt a sharp pain and was directly bounced away, but he didn't care about the twitching all over his body, and stared at the magic array with his eyes.

The pale light dissipated little by little, and a monster with wings appeared in the center of the magic array, its head was like a lion, its eyes had no pupils, its left hand was wrapped in a yellow-brown greasy cloth, and its body was composed of different pieces of flesh and blood, and these parts were not organically fused together, but seemed to be forcibly sewn together with needles and threads, which was grotesque and terrifying.

The monster staggered to its feet, its pupilless white eyeballs sweeping over Donnie, making him feel like his soul had been struck by lightning, and he almost fainted.

Fortunately, the monster immediately lowered its head and stood there respectfully, without making any other movements.

Downey waved his arms, unable to contain the surprise in his heart.

Suddenly, the hairs on his back stood on end, as if sensing some kind of aura from the deepest part of death.

Subconsciously, Donnie threw himself directly to the side, while directing his stitched corpse to block in front of him.

A thud, dull thud accompanied by the sound of the wall collapsing reached Donnie's ears, and he saw pieces of flesh splattering in front of him.

Looking back in amazement, Donnie's eyes bulged out. In the dust from the collapse of the wall, a monster two or three meters tall crashed in, knocking its own stitched corpse into the air, shattering the pieces of its torso into pieces.

The monster didn't look like a stitched corpse at all, the body parts were messily clumped together, the eyes were long on the arms, the head was embedded in the stomach, and the thick black gas was wrapped around the body.

At the same time, its terrifying coercion made the stitched corpse struggling to get up tremble, even if it had no saneness. Lack of ability to think. Still trembling.

Donnie fell into an ice cave, wanting to cast a spell to resist, but he had just completed the stitching of the corpse, but his head was throbbing, and he didn't have any extra mental power at all.

"This. What the hell is going on?"

"The girl. No. Boy, what kind of weird undead creatures have been refined? It's terrifying!"

"I had to hold out until the invigilator arrived. ”

The heart wants to return, and the will is firm. Donnie couldn't even move a finger under the suppression of the strange undead, and seeing it come straight to him, a heart slowly sank and despair welled up.

"This is more terrifying than the second-level knights I've ever seen......"

"After finally succeeding in refining, you are about to enter the Heideler School of Magic, and you are going to die in this experimental accident?"

Donnie's inner cry couldn't stop the monster from approaching, and the foul-smelling mouth seemed to be clearly audible.

At that moment, a hand wrapped in a tawny cloth stood in front of him, plunging into the mouth of the monster's abdomen.

"My stitched corpse ......" Donnie was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the stitched corpse he had refined to be so tenacious, and then, he seized the opportunity to roll to the side, and at the same time mustered up all his strength to make the most reluctant last fight:

"Help!"

His last blow was this poignant, sky-breaking cry, trying to get the attention of the proctor necromancer.

Click, click, the monster's mouth squirmed, and it quickly chewed and devoured the arm of the stitched corpse, which made Donnie's mouth open wide and the call came to an abrupt end.

Ju, can directly bite the mummy's arm......

The eyes on the monster's arms opened, and the two dark red pupils brought an indifferent aura of death, leaving Donnie paralyzed and his tongue tight.

It's over, it's over...... His inner thoughts had just risen, and he suddenly saw a pure and beautiful face appear in front of him, and said with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, there are always all kinds of abnormalities when I do experiments, my father said that this is my unique ability, but I can't control it now......"

Standard male voice, very magnetic...... At this kind of life-and-death juncture, Donnie's first thought was actually this, only to feel that the entire world was full of disobedience and malice.

“...... I was originally planning to refine a stitched corpse that could fly, but who knew that if I was not careful, Ha Lu Ha ......" The young man scratched his head with a "bright" smile, "Of course, compared to the last experiment, this time can only be regarded as an ordinary mutant ......"

Donnie stared at him dumbfounded, and his mouth struggled to spit out a word: "Be careful......"

Because at this time, the monster wrapped in black gas had already walked behind the young man!

Downey couldn't comprehend and imagine how anyone could say so many things at such a dangerous juncture!

"Ahh......h

Donnie squirmed his numb tongue again: "...... Blame...... Monster ......"

The young man's slightly hazy silver-purple eyes suddenly became unusually sharp, and he turned sharply and stood face to face with the monster, and then, his shoulders sank, and he hit the monster directly.

The silver-gray light was overflowing, and Donnie saw the monster take three steps backwards at once, and then, its head, eyes, arms, and other messy parts fell off one by one, and hit the ground with a crackle, and soon turned into a puddle of "mud".

He...... Donnie's mouth opened wide again, and it was difficult to close, classmate, don't you think the knight's path is more suitable for you than the experiments with frequent accidents?

"Solved. The boy turned around and said a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to put you in danger, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my father named me Blaise and wanted me to be a happy person, but I prefer to be called 'Carl', which means manly......"

"I also have an older brother, his name is Bazel, a guy who looks kind but is actually full of bad ideas...... People say he's very much like my father, but I don't think so......"

Donnie only had one thought at this time, "Carl", could you just stop talking and pull me up before introducing yourself. (To be continued......)