Chapter 47: When I Wake Up

It's like throwing a colorful pebble into the still-flowing water of the White River.

It was as if the pale winter sun had been blown away by a pleasant wind.

It was like a dusty alchemical potion kissed by the flames and shouted and jumped with joy.

Day after day of life and practice, closed, lonely, lonely, and confused—memorizing complex magic spells one after another, reading books in different languages, and doing magic experiments that have succeeded and failed.

Until, in this originally boring and sleepy rain palm moon, I met that curious gaze.

As a result, the magic that was originally used in the level assessment was absurdly used as a weapon for fighting, the once silent Shimmer House was already full of laughter, and the self that used to be lonely and eccentric and mean has also undergone subtle changes in his heart, so that he has become more and more pleasant.

Now, however, the man who brought himself happiness lay quietly on the cold ground, his heart pierced by the dagger with which he had enchanted him.

The red blood was promoted to a harsh color, impacting the tears in Aninotes' eyes.

"No ......"

He's not going to just die......

That's impossible......

This...... I must have fallen for the other party's illusion magic......

The little magician's body trembled violently, and he chanted a spell that was used to pull himself back to reality from the illusion of controlling his mind.

It's a pity that Aninotes's spell was just as he could be recited, and a vampire behind Lucius lifted him from the ground, and his sharp fangs pierced his neck like two deadly shuttles!

It seems that this is not a dream......

He really died like that.

Aninotes gave up resistance, or rather, he was no longer capable of fighting the enemy to the end.

Aninotes could clearly feel the vampire's rough lips against his skin, his own delicious blood swirling on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed it reluctantly when the smell of blood filled his entire mouth.

Arison's screams echoed in Agnosis's ears, and he squinted to see another vampire hugging the little one tightly, head buried in his neck, enjoying a rare delicacy.

Julianos is above, save us!

Aninotes' vision gradually blurred, and just before he was about to fall unconscious from blood loss, he faintly caught a glimpse of Michat, lying dead on the ground, the little finger of his right hand slightly bent.

Yes!

Although my consciousness has begun to blur, I believe that I will never be mistaken!

The five fingers of Mihat's corpse's right hand were tightly clenched together, supporting himself, and he actually staggered up from the ground!

This...... It's absolutely impossible!

I obviously took this kid's short sword and pierced his heart directly!

Don't...... The hell was that little magician doing it?

Forbidden spell magic of the summoning system?

This abominable little magician, how many kinds of magic is he proficient in?

Lucius was shocked, but he didn't forget to strike first - he rushed to Mikhat's corpse in an instant, kicked his knees, and slammed Mihart's abdomen hard!

Agnoides heard the crunch of a broken bone!

Like a thin piece of parchment, Mihart was struck by a tremendous force and flew upward, hitting the ceiling and falling heavily to the ground.

The two feeding vampires heard the commotion behind them, threw their food on the ground one after the other, and turned around.

"Hey, even if you're going to fight, can you let me stand up first?" Mihart grumbled, with a hint of anger in his tone.

The three vampires looked at each other and were stunned for a moment when they heard Mihat's words.

This...... What the hell is it?

Hmph, whatever, strike first!

Two unknown vampires rushed forward, wanting to teach Mihart a lesson.

Michart turned.

Aninotes could clearly see that there was a hint of a sinister smile on his face!

"Huh, vampire?"

Before the two vampires could take a step forward, Mikhat struck without warning!

He raised his hands gently, and his palms burst out with brilliant golden light, like two dazzling suns!

Agnoides and Arison looked away, for neither of their eyes could withstand the intensity of the light.

When they opened their eyes again, they thought they had hallucinated from blood loss—the golden light slowly receded, and the two vampires who had hurt them had turned pale powder!

With his left hand, Mihat grasped the hilt of the sword that pierced his body, pulled it out of his body, and threw it on the ground with a loud sound.

Aninotes noticed that the huge bloody hole in Mihat's chest was healing at a rapid pace—there was no source spell, no medicine, or holy water from the Holy Church!

In a matter of seconds, the fatal wound on Mihat's chest was restored, and even the pierced enchanted leather armor became intact!

Can even torn clothes be repaired?

This can only be done with transformational magic!

Mikhat has no talent for magic!

He didn't chant mantras at all!

This...... It's absolutely impossible!

But just now, he directly burned two powerful vampires to ashes with his bare hands!

Aninotes couldn't tell what kind of magic Mikhat had just used, and even if he could, his brain didn't have the energy or time to make a proper judgment.

In short, the magical ability shown by Mihart is very powerful!

Agnoides vaguely suspected that his teachers could only do the same......

"You two, how did you get to look like this?" said Mihart, with a genuine concern in his tone.

Arison and Agnoides both looked at Mikhat with strange eyes, but he didn't care, and stretched out his hands to stroke the wound on their necks that had been bitten by sharp teeth.

This time, Anites really felt the flow of magical energy!

But it was completely different from the energy of the source power system, the little magician had never felt such a vast and warm energy, and vaguely, it even formed a strange and pleasant fit with his own pale purple.

The wounds of the two were healed in an instant, and even the physical and mental exhaustion was swept away.

Mihat pulled the two of them up from the ground, pouted, looked around, looked into the eyes of Aninotes, and said lightly: "Alas, I was careless. Patronize to heal your wounds and let the person who hurt you run away. ”

Seeing that neither Agnoides nor Ellison had any reaction, Mishart hurriedly added, "Oh, I'm sorry. ”

"Mi...... Mikhat?" Aninotes' voice was mixed with an unconcealed tremor.

"Hmmm, my dear, what's wrong?" Michardt's eyes flashed with a hint of slyness, and a hint of a little insincere smile on the corner of his mouth, as if it were someone else, "Oh, thank you for reminding me, my dear, my name is Michat. ”

This......

Things were beyond the reach of Aninotes.

"Who the hell are you, or what the hell are you?"

"Mihat Amun, the ancestor of the winter city, has seen Lord Zaper. Mihart replied with a smile.

"Brother Mihat, you ...... What the hell is wrong with you?" asked Ellisen, who had already noticed Mihart's strange appearance.

"Are you...... Well...... Yes, Ellisen. ”

Ai Lisen looked helpless: "......"

"Alright, stop asking questions. Before I take you out, I need to make sure of one thing. This tomb is really interesting!"

With that, Mihat walked on his own, and threw down a sentence: "You'd better come with me." ”

Agnoides and Arison glanced at each other, but followed.

This Michat, it's really weird.

The heart was pierced, but he was still alive.

Killed two powerful enemies almost instantly.

It doesn't do any magic, but it can heal wounds and repair clothes.

Strange, yet intimate.

Weird, yet gentle.

Unpredictable, but willing to rely on.

Annites summed up in his heart and followed Mihat to a passage through the catacombs to the north.

This passage leads downwards, and although there are no stairs, you can clearly feel that it is trending all the way down.

Once again, Aninotes pulled out a magic gem from his bosom and was about to light it for illumination, but Mikhat stopped him.

"Oh, no, no, no, you don't have to bother with such trivial things. With that, Mihart raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the golden light dust spread forward from his fingertips, illuminating the entire passage like an alchemical glass container embraced by flames!

However, what is even more shocking is yet to come-

The screams of countless ghouls echoed through the passages of the tomb for about a minute!

When all was silent, Mihat's voice rang out: "Well, the road ahead is all lit, and all the necromancers and ghouls have been destroyed." Except, of course, the most troublesome one. ”

Aninotes' eyes widened: "You ......"

"What's wrong with me?" Mikhat looked innocent and confused, "Let's go, time is pressing." Later, if I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep. You two alone can't get out. ”

Sleepy...... Sleepy?

Go to bed?

As Arison was about to ask a question, Anites tugged at his clothes and signaled that he had better remain silent.

Erison had no choice but to do it.

We'd better keep quiet.

After about an hour of silence, a large gate blocked the way for the three of them.

It was a round door, pitch black, made of some kind of metal, about six meters in diameter, with a protruding spherical gem in the center, which looked like a huge eyeball, but it lacked an expression of meaning.

"When you get in, no matter what happens, you have to stay behind me, understand?" asked Mihart, pausing and turning his head.

"What's in here?" Aninotes, who had been silent for an hour, couldn't hold back any longer.

"A source of power to bring the dead back to life. Mikhat's answer was succinct and to the point.

"But ......"

Without giving Aninotes any chance to finish his sentence, Mikhat interrupted, "It's nothing, listen to me, okay?" When 'I' woke up, the three of us couldn't even take a picture of the thing inside. ”