The power and soul from the transformation of his own blood are blended with water and milk, nourishing his rapid growth, but Lucian's skin began to turn gray and dry, like a dried corpse buried deep in the tomb for many years, and like a withered poplar tree in the Gobi Desert, which is not far from death at a glance.

Lucian's legs were limp, his muscles were relaxed, his heart was slowing, and his brain seemed to be separated from his soul, one sluggish and indistinct, the other condescending and clear.

This diametrically opposed feeling is so inexplicable, so weird, as if a meditative environment has descended into the realm of reality.

When Lucian's soul power increased to a certain level and the blood force was about to be hollowed out, when Lucian thought that his body would decay directly, a little strange force seeped in from the teeth pierced into Rhine's neck, and the enhancement of the soul and the invisible transformation immediately stopped. And the little remnants of the blood force began to recover under the stimulation of this strange force, and they quickly divided, rapidly multiplied, and flowed back into the veins.

Lucien's skin faded away, tightened, and radiant again, and his muscles exploded with force. The heart beats slowly but very strongly, and the brain thinks clearly and fast.

The slight numbness came again, and Rhine's fangs left Lucian's neck.

His body seemed to be much more transparent, and his silver eyes showed a little tiredness, but his smile was still elegant and generous: "A noble gentleman never skimps on reward. ”

The restraints on Lucian's body disappeared and he regained his mobility. After carefully checking his condition, he said with a little surprise: "The soul is enough to be the level of a four-ring magician, and the physical condition has also reached the level of a second-level knight...... Mr. Rhein, you're fine, are you?" Seeing Rhine's body swaying and the huge black bat wings began to shrink, Lucien asked with concern.

"In fact, there are many magical rituals that can help people directly improve their soul and spiritual power, and the ancient inheritance magicians like to do this the most. But there are two problems with this approach. One is that the materials and items needed are relatively expensive, not risky and rewarding, or prepared for many years. Not many mages can afford it, and if you convert the money spent into magic potions, you will find that these magic potions only need half or a third of them to meet the requirements for promotion, so the promotion is difficult to achieve similar to magic rituals. and magicians who need to improve their strength in a short period of time for various reasons."

Rhine seemed to understand Lucian's surprise and worry, and explained in detail: "The second problem is that the sequelae are not small, and some materials such as gems and magical creature blood that are transformed into soul nutrients will have a bad effect on the soul. Some have a hard understanding of magic to match their own magic level, which needs to be slowly made up and cleared. If it can't be remedied or eliminated, the most serious situation is that every subsequent promotion will rely on similar magical rituals, and even personality distortions. ”

"As for you, Lucien, you don't have these two problems, because this is the small reward I gave you in advance, and it consumes the source of my blood. The nutrients that enhance your soul are your own blood power and will not have other negative effects, and your blood power is moonlight, which has a lot of homogeneity with vampires, so it can be stimulated and enhanced by my blood origin. ”

"But the further back the knight's path goes, the more dependent it is on the control of the will. Unless you're willing to put aside your arcane studies and concentrate on the knightly path, you can't become a Grand Knight. Of course, you can also learn from some magicians and directly use magic and biological materials to modify their own bodies to obtain strange and disgusting but powerful flesh and extended lifespan, which is one of the purposes of their research in the first place by fusing different bloodlines with ordinary people. ”

"The problem of not being able to match your own magic level with your understanding of arcane and magic may be more troublesome for others, but I think Lucian, the winner of the Holm Crown Award, should be able to solve it easily. Rhein playfully looked at the "elemental" ring on Lucian's right hand.

Lucien nodded slightly, dispelling the worries hidden in his heart, and after a week or two, he could fully control the spiritual power brought by the stronger soul, and he could try to break through to the fourth ring, a full two years earlier than expected.

"Mr. Rhine, when I become a high-level magician, I will activate the arrangement you left behind. But I don't seem to know what the road is?" Lucien asked jokingly, as he relaxed.

Rhine pointed to Lucian's neck: "So I left a mark so that I can project into your dreams and communicate with you through it." Of course, when the time comes, you can block this projection with your mental power, and I can only enter it with your permission, and by the way, you can also use this mark to summon me to project into a dream in reverse. ”

Rhine said this, Lucien hurriedly used his mental power to sense carefully, and sure enough, he found that the bite on his neck left a faint blood-colored crescent-shaped mark, which seemed to be an inconspicuous birthmark.

Lucien snorted: "It seems that Mr. Rhine, you really don't want me to know the secret of saying goodbye too early." ”

"If Lucien really wants to know the Church, you can go to the Arcane Library of the Magic Council and exchange the history of the Church, although they are the most ordinary parts, if you look at them in comparison, you can find some interesting things. Perhaps the most terrifying secrets are hidden in the most ordinary accounts. Rhine chuckled, then pressed his right hand to his chest and gracefully bowed, "The power of the projection has always been rejected by the necromantic realm, and I have consumed the blood source, so it is no longer maintainable, please allow me to leave in advance." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into black bats, flying around like a phantom, and dissolving into the hall.

The silver faded, the red faded, the sound faded, the breeze subsided, and everything returned to the way it was before the necromantic realm, forever black, white and gray, forever quiet and oppressive.

"This scene just now is really like the picture of the release of doves of peace in the square, except that the white dove has become a black bat. Lucien smiled and muttered to himself, but no sound came out of his words, and there was eternal silence in his ears.

After looking around the hall, Lucien looked at Ivanovsky's corpse, a very difficult opponent who "interfered" with the bloodline worthy of one of the orthodox mage hunters. If it weren't for the fact that he was of the same level as himself, and he didn't have powerful magic items, and the combat environment was cramped, I'm afraid he would have escaped by himself.

And if it weren't for the momentary relaxation after he entered the necromantic realm. I didn't expect that I could also sense the gap at the entrance of the necromantic realm, and I could also enter, and it was not a simple matter to kill him, a paladin who was not weak in speed.

Ivanovsky's full-body armor was completely damaged under the "poisonous mist of Gaston" and the "elemental order". So Lucien just picked out a few pieces of metal that were relatively intact and put them in the storage bag—maybe they could be used as materials for other alchemical items in the future.

Due to the interference of the bloodline, Ivanovsky did not have rings, necklaces, talismans, belts and other extraordinary items, only a giant sword and a pair of silver-gray gloves:

"Purifier, a third-level high-handed greatsword. Increases the user's magic resistance by an additional level before the high level, and each time the opponent is hit, it will deal divine power damage equal to that of a physical attack. ”

"This is a divine greatsword specially forged to purify magicians. ”

"Ogre Power Gauntlet, a level 5 medium magic item. It can increase the user's strength to the level of the Ogre Grand Boss, which is the ordinary level of the Level 5 Grand Knight. ”

"Strength is the only reliance!"

Both of these items had some degree of corrosion after being contaminated with mist, but they were not attacked by the Elemental Order and the Great Fireball, and the damage was not serious, at least Lucian, a magician who was not proficient in the repair of alchemy items, was sure to repair them.

"The Purifier is of little use to me, and I have magic to increase my resistance, huh. Can be given to Leo. The Ogre Power Gauntlet is not bad. Lucien counted the two otherworldly items into his storage bag as he judged their value.

Lucien then searched Ivanovsky's body, trying to find secret documents and understand the strength behind him, but he was very careful. He didn't have anything with him except a money bag containing more than twenty shahran gold coins.

After disposing of the corpse and traces, Lucien quietly looked at the gray hall, and his thoughts were scattered in a slight daze: "Who is the big man behind Ivanovsky, what is his relationship with the necromantic world, and are there other intelligent things in the necromantic world?"

"What are the mysteries of the gods, the true meaning of immortality, and what form should its immortality take in the world realm that is so consistent with the laws of earth physics and chemistry, except for the soul and the metamorphosis?"

............

The main material world is in the world, in the withered vine castle.

"Bishop Nevsky, I'm sorry for you. Count Witte thanked him in good spirits and spirits, "The hunt for that high magician Nikonov will be left to the night watchman of the Church. ”

As a high-level magician, there must be a lot of weird magic and life-saving items, and Count Witte gave up his hard-won advantage in order to kill Kaliliana, so Nikonov finally managed to escape.

In fact, for Nikonov, it can probably be judged that Count Witte has temporarily recovered to the state of his peak through overdraft, and then continues to fight, and has a great chance of killing or controlling him, but at this time, the great knights have already sent a signal to ask for help from the church, so he has to seize the opportunity to evacuate.

Dressed in the costume of a cardinal, Nevsky has a square and kind appearance, and is a cleric whose faithful can calm down just by looking at it.

His blue and peaceful eyes said apologetically, "Lord Earl, this incident was my mistake, and I failed to detect the weakening of the curse lurking beneath the fact that you are seriously ill. ”

"If they dare to do this, they have strong faith in the concealment of the curse, so it has nothing to do with you, Lord Bishop. Count Witte smiled understandingly, and then mentioned the matter of his inheritance: "By the way, Lord Bishop, I have already reported my will to His Majesty the Emperor through secret channels, and I am his knight, so it is natural for him to choose my successor from among the members of the Witte family. ”

Nevsky smiled with satisfaction: "Your Earl, your decision is the most appropriate, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be satisfied with your loyalty, carefully select and train qualified successors for you, and take care of the Werther family." Alright, Lord Count, I'm going to make arrangements for the hunt down of that high-ranking magician and Ivanovsky's remnants, and I'll go back to church first. ”

"Send Bishop Nevsky away. Count Witte instructed one of the knights who was guarding him.

Quietly watching Nevsky leave the hall, Count Witte suddenly weakened, and the good form he had shown before was completely gone. At the same time, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Escorted by knights, Nevsky left the castle with several bishops and priests.

As the sky began to light up, Nevsky looked up as if admiringly, drawing a cross on his chest with his right hand.

The top and bottom are short and the left and right are long. (To be continued.) )