Hiss~

As soon as Lynch's spiritual power penetrated into the sheepskin scroll, the entire spiritual world seemed to be impacted, as if it was about to crack, and the pain was extremely severe. Thanks to the fact that Lynch is a fifth-class apprentice, he can bear it, if he is below the fifth-class apprentice, the spiritual world will not be broken and die?

A tidal stream of information rushed through Lynch's mind.

[Soul Contract: Tyrant Barazan], Necromancer Witchcraft Contracts Witchcraft, summons the ancient and brutal monarch Barazan to fight for you, and you will pay the same price while gaining power...... And once learned, it can't be forgotten. Necromantic pact sorcery will stay with you until death.

Exile Elixir, based on the recipe of the potion recorded on the scroll, can be used to refine a bridge to communicate with the tyrant of the Exile Domain, Barrazan. The summoning circles and spells recorded inside the scroll can cast the shadow of the tyrant Barazan into the world, and sign a soul contract with him made of blood, and his power can be used only by you......

"Blood Skull ......"

Lynch was sorting out the information inside the scroll in his head, and needed to do some preparation. Early the next morning, Lynch hastily took on a patrol assignment and was discharged from the hospital to buy some things at the wandering wizard camp on the outskirts of the Bone Mountains.

Back at the Academy, Lynch rented a spell lab, which was ten by ten square, and it was quiet and undisturbed. Lynch began to set up.

"First of all, summon the circle. ”

Lynch took out an iron basin full of blood from the package, and this blood Lynch took a lot of effort, and the scroll asked for the blood of a newborn baby. With his mental power out, Lynch mobilized the blood in the basin and began to draw a complex circle on the ground. After the formation of the magic circle, you must know that the magic circle that is generally constructed in reality needs the eye of the array to maintain.

Lynch took out a bloody skull, which was naturally taken from the baby by the way, with a trace of flesh hanging on it, and placed it in the small pentagram in the center of the circle, Lynch took out a dagger and thrust it into the helmet. Suddenly, the circle seemed to be activated, and a trace of black qi and the god of ghosts and wolves wailing around the center of the circle.

Sitting in the center of the circle, with the scroll spread out in front of him, Lynch took a deep breath, slowly took out the 'banishment potion' refined by Monica, took off the cork, Lynch gritted his teeth, and drank the viscous banishment potion in one gulp.

......

Wow!

Suddenly, Lynch's whole body went limp, and his whole body seemed to be bitten by another ten thousand ants, and after drinking the banishment potion, Lynch's eyes, the hue of the whole world became a strange dark color, and a scream sounded in his ears. I watched my arms bend.

"Next, Boot Spell ......"

Enduring the intuitive and strange feeling brought by the potion, Lynch sat down hard, and in the circle, Lynch began to murmur obscure spells in his mouth, and as he continued to chant incantations, thick black gas began to seep out of the blood circle.

"nblfoefeaok, mykinysys (even if it is death, my king lives forever!)"

"Ijuhyg, Jdlolo (May he reign forever!)"

"Ijuhpu, Yknohe (May he be strong, undefeated!)"

“......”

“......”

"lmnhggvtu, tgrfdeijghl (look at his strength, overshadow the sky!)" "njdg, fjhfoas, mykinbalazan (now!come!my king balazan!)

As Lynch's last chant fell, suddenly, the entire blood circle rushed into a strange black mist, and the black mist was criss-crossed like a thick giant python, and the entire laboratory was shrouded in black mist. A touch of instinctive fear from the body surfaced in Lynch's heart, his legs went numb unconsciously, and he half-knelt down, and then, in the crack of the void, a pale and majestic voice came.

"Who is it...... Summoned me. ”

As the voice fell, the surrounding space disappeared abruptly, and Lynch was pulled down by a strange energy field In an endless dark world, in the void, a man as tall as a mountain stood in front of him, holding a dark black giant blade, wearing dark black thorn armor, a black cloak, and a black triangular helmet, only a pair of blood pupils exuding a strange red glow was exposed. The majesty is incomparable, and it makes people shudder!

In front of him, Lynch is as small as an ant!

"Humble worm, give me your soul!"

Barazan moved sideways slightly, and suddenly a strange black mist struck Lynch, who couldn't move at all, and was directly held up by the black mist, Balazan's blood pupils as big as the sun stared at him, Lynch broke out in a cold sweat, and fear spread all over his body.

The black mist penetrated into his whole body through his pores, and Lynch's whole body seemed to be torn apart, his soul was being whipped, and a strange witchcraft model in the spiritual world was formed. The strange black mist overturned him, and Lynch's figure as he looked at Barazan became more and more blurred, and then his eyes went dark.

Everything is back to normal, and Lynch is lying in the witchcraft lab.

The blood array on the ground has disappeared, only the bloody helmet and dagger remain, Lynch squinted his eyes slightly, his mind sank into the spiritual world, only to see that in addition to the witchcraft model of hunting wings and soul absorption, there is also a strange black witchcraft model, this witchcraft model is different from others, it is completely attached to the spiritual world, it cannot be forgotten by any means, it has been fused with your soul, and it will dissipate unless your mind is destroyed.

"Just right, try what this tyrant is capable of. ”

Can't wait for the spiritual power to trigger the witchcraft model of the soul contract, as soon as he came into contact with it, Lynch suddenly felt that the spiritual power of 80 spiritual droplets was frantically surging towards the witchcraft model, this consumption was too great, and Lynch was stunned.

"Who summoned me?!"

Whew~

Strange black qi erupted from Lynch's body, and a black magic circle was born under his feet, and the black qi shrouded behind him, and a huge figure appeared, which was a miniature version of the tyrant Barazan, attached to Lynch's back, three or four meters high, and extremely majestic!

Lynch felt like he could do a few tricks with a full-fledged wizard. He now felt that Barazan and himself were fused together, and his mind moved, Barazan suddenly became furious, waving the giant blade in his hand, as if it could destroy the heavens and the earth, that power, presumably this giant blade slashed on people's bodies, and could easily kill the fifth-class apprentice in seconds.

"Die, bugs!" said Barazan.

Bang!

The giant blade that controlled Barazan slammed into the ground, making an earth-shattering sound and flying stone chips. It's not just a physical attack, any of Barazan's attacks are wrapped in black qi that can damage the target's soul!

"The power is good, with my current strength, plus Barazan, against Michelle, I will not have no backhand, even if I can't defeat Michelle, I can hurt one or two, that is, this mental power and vitality are consumed too quickly!"

Lynch said helplessly. After summoning Barazan, his spiritual power was like a gas leak, frantically consuming, and it was estimated that he would be able to last for about three minutes, and more importantly, the vitality of the civilians who had absorbed a village last time could maintain his body for nearly a year without corruption. And the side effects of summoning Balazan once directly caused him to lose a month's vitality.

The consumption is too great, but the same price must be exchanged for the same power

Of course, the Barazan he summoned now is not the real tyrant Barazan, and the power of the latter's entities is equivalent to an ancient demigod-level existence. After cleaning up the scene, Lynch left the sorcery lab, intending to forget about the Tower's real test of the role of Barazan in actual combat......