In the continuous roar, Herbert's face gradually changed from hideous to eccentric.

As the manipulator of this large-scale magic, he was sure that his attacks were constantly "hitting" the target, but strangely, the dead Shuge did not stop his actions at all, and instead forced his way through countless sharp magical spikes and blades formed under the ritual of Mother Earth, breaking free from countless palms and claws that tried to grasp and block him.

He even used his magic to force his way through an earthen wall that stood in front of him.

Theoretically, these behaviors are indeed possible.

But as a master of the magical realm, Herbert was sure that taking such an action was bound to cause great pain and burden on the spiritual plane, which was completely different from physical pain, and a tough guy might be able to endure endless physical torture, but it would be difficult for him to escape the punishment of the spiritual realm, which was the law of the whole of Van Ran z.br>!

Even Herbert himself was not sure to endure this level of torture.

In this case, a spellcaster whose magic stock and spirit world tenacity had not yet reached the level of a lake or a valley could not have endured it for so long.

In fact, Herbert's guess and judgment were extremely accurate, and Xiuge was indeed suffering more than ordinary people could not bear, and with each spike that crossed his misty body, he felt as if part of his body had been stripped away alive, and although in the next moment, these gaps could be filled by the endless magic power in his body, but the continuous reaction they brought was really unbearable.

Under the torture of this pain, he couldn't help but curse in his spiritual world.

Instinctively, he even used a lot of words that didn't belong to Vann.

It was as if those words with a heavy plosive sound could carry his pain away from his body.

However, what Shug didn't know was that every time he was "transformed" by the ancient creatures in the dream shelter and fought against them in the past, the pain he endured was also applied to his mental level, and the dream shelter had been constantly challenging his limits since he first received the touch of Calon.

Although this method of tempering is extremely crude and risky, the effect is also very direct, and the tolerance ability of the cultivator in this aspect is indeed completely beyond the scope of "ordinary people", and even beyond the scope of the vast majority of spellcasters in the Van.

Driven by his desire to survive and his anger at the Black Sun Society, he once again broke through an obstacle that stood in his way, and then forced his way through several spikes that looked like blades.

The moment he successfully broke through the encirclement, the long-awaited Running Rat was immediately summoned by him, and Snicky did not hesitate to use his tail to roll up his already stumbling master, and forcibly fixed it on his back, and then it directly used brute force to knock away the two surrounding soil golems, and let out a loud scream again, causing an instant serious disturbance to Herbert's rituals in operation.

But at this moment, a lethal magic that had been brewing for a long time suddenly appeared above Xiuge's body.

The dim magic formed a translucent dark red blade in the night, and in the next moment, the blade fell directly towards Xiuge's body and pierced straight into his ribs.

The biggest reason why Merlinle and the Law Council set up a "white list" for necromancy is that necromancy is always inevitably associated with the pain and torment of living beings, and this "Blade of Destruction" is a lake-level necromancy that has long been on the "forbidden list".

Erodes the victim's body and deprives it of its vitality.

The death magic injected into the recipient's body will continue to gnaw at the internal organs and flesh like maggots, and even form a chain reaction as a result, and together with the endless pain it causes, it will form a plague curse that can spread out.

This was one of the most direct and deadly attacks that Shug had endured since the Celestial Revolution.

But that injected into the body of Shuge died

The sting caused by the magic power of the dead also stimulated Xiuge's spirit at this moment, so with his instinctive actions, the page of the magic book engraved with "Resonance Dance" immediately fell, and a large-scale spiritual shock was formed in an instant, completely enveloping the nearby area, and in the violent impact, the magic cast by the twin mages lost the supply of magic power, so the magic blade that pierced into Xiuge's ribs collapsed in an instant.

And the golems and barriers that are approaching and spawning have also been temporarily stagnant because of this.

"Running ......"

Xiuge gave a feeble order, and then the Running Rat immediately used its speed and dexterity to the extreme, and under the cover of a small group of magic rats, it successfully dodged the many obstacles that followed, and while the magical interference caused by the "Resonance Dance" still existed, it rushed towards the Black Forest, which was already close at hand.

Forests at night are colder than in plains.

After officially entering the Black Forest area, Xiuge could not help but shiver, but the reason for the trembling was not the cold, but because of weakness and the death magic accumulated in his body.

He now finally knew what it was like to be "dead ridden."

"Awful......

Shug coughed lightly twice, although his strength was small, but in the silence of the night forest, any slightest movement seemed to be amplified indefinitely, so Shug could only cough twice in a muffled manner, and then he reached out and gently patted Snick's back, signaling it to pause.

In this drowsy state, his sense of time is somewhat lost.

The important Black Sun Scepter was always in his hand, and he never let go of it even when he was battered and fled with the Rat of Madness.

Because he had held it for too long, the part of the cold cane that came into contact with Xiuge's palm had become warm.

Shuge sighed heavily, his metal disc had finally slowed down a little now, and the Black Sun Scepter hadn't sent him any information about the members of the Black Sun Society, which was somewhat reassuring.

He slipped the scepter in the crook of his arm, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket watch, which, with the help of the magic crystals embedded in the dial, barely confirmed the time—it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

「…… You've been running for so long?"

Shuge tucked the pocket watch back into his pocket weakly, he really didn't have the energy or the state to carefully calculate and judge his position, inside his body, the coiled death magic was still causing more damage, he had to deal with it immediately, or he would have to face the long-term negative effects of death magic even if his physical injuries could be healed through the "Walking Forest".

The wound under his ribs was very deep, and Xiuge could fully feel that near this wound, the life force in his body was fighting fiercely against the invading death magic from the outside world, and the continuous pain caused by the erosion, destruction and continuous repair of this direct effect on the physical level made him even more miserable.

In the face of this situation, the well-informed will of the Ernst family is powerless, there are basically no mages among them who have dealt with this kind of problem, and no one has ever confronted a spellcaster of Herbert's level, and the old general Bernhardt has been sighing for a long time, and from time to time he will scold the Fifth Chasseur Regiment for "useless waste", thinking that they should directly launch a thorough bombardment of the Black Forest Fort as soon as they get the crystallized cannon, only in this way can they really win a chance for Xiuge to escape.

It took a lot of energy and magic to deal with the troublesome wound, so Hug searched his mind for memories of the Black Forest region, and soon he had Snicky lead him to an abandoned nest left by the walking spider.

It was a lair, but it was nothing more than a half-collapsed cavern buried in a snowdrift, and there were even dried animal corpses and some broken bones that had been drained of bodily fluids.

But now, Xiuge couldn't do much about it, he quickly dismissed the running rats, and released a part of the magic rat group to guard and reconnoitre for him, and then entered the cave

Ministry, began to perform his first "magic operation" after coming to Vane.

As for the method of removing the magic of death, Xiuge didn't know too much.

Because the number of death magic users is too small, and their types have been roughly fixed, Xiuge has never been given the opportunity to "practice" at all, and now he can only use the most brutal methods to solve his current dilemma based on the results of his previous learning.

The principle is actually quite simple.

It turns its own magic into a "scalpel" to remove the death magic that is entangled and stays in the body, and expels it from the body through the wound.

It's easy to say, but when you move it, it reminds you of the soldiers on the battlefield who are trying to dig shrapnel out of their bodies.

Luckily, the magic of the Walking Forest is very similar to that of life healing magic, and while every bit of progress in the cultivation is extremely painful, they are able to repair the injuries of the cultivation in no time as long as they succeed in removing a small part of the hidden danger.

In this closed and dark collapsed cavern, Xiuge leaned against the walls of the cavern, his face became paler than ever, and his body trembled from time to time with pain, and with each tremor, a black mist containing a thick breath of death squeezed out of the wound under his ribs and dissipated into the cavern.

Time passed little by little, and as it approached half past three in the morning, the long healing work was finally coming to an end.

Xiuge, who had endured a whole night of torture, was now a little confused, but it was in this drowsy state that there was a slight movement from the group of magic rats scattered outside in charge of reconnaissance.

According to the message from the rat swarm, two groups of people are approaching in their direction at this time.

One of them was undoubtedly the followers of the Black Sun Society, and according to the messages from the Black Sun Scepter, their number had exceeded thirty, and most of them were spellcasters.

The rats were limited in their ability to detect information, and Hug hadn't seen Herbert or any other important person inside, but the guys had already searched their neighborhood, and if they left the cave, they would be aware of it.

On the other side, the soldiers of the Fifth Chasseur Regiment were searching for the approaching soldiers, and through the faces of the familiar agents of the Ernst family, Xiuge judged that this should be a team that was specifically looking for him, and they were still nearly a kilometer away from here, because of the distance and the fact that both sides chose to search silently, they did not notice each other.

In terms of numbers, although the team of the Chasseur has the advantage, the members of this team are all ordinary soldiers, and there is only one mage accompanying the army, and in this environment, the team of the Chasseur Corps with only revolver rifles is destined to have no way to compete with the Black Sun Association tracking team of all spellcasters.

At this time, the wounds on his body had basically healed, and although he was still in an extremely weak state, Xiuge still insisted on holding up his body, he tore off a piece of clothing, and used his magic to leave a few lines of text on it.

"I'm safe, don't look for it, get out of the forest quickly."

"To the Major: It is recommended to shell the Black Forest Fort and guard the rear."

"To Virin: the research is in the right direction, the magic is very useful, see you later."

"To Meyer: Beware of Kzlov Be careful of Kzlov Be careful of Kzlov."

Immediately after completing these messages, Shug summoned Jacob, who had been on standby, and tied the strip of cloth with an important message to it: "I'm sorry for you, send it out for me."

Jacob didn't say anything in the face of Shuge's request, and immediately burrowed out of the cave and ran in the direction where the Chasseur soldiers had been spotted earlier.

At this moment, the mages of the Black Sun Society had already searched the vicinity of the abandoned cavern, and Shug could even hear the slight sound of them stomping on the snow of the woodland.

"Mr. Ernst, I know you're nearby, please show up!"

A female voice with a slight Deland accent came from not far away, and when she heard this, Xiuge shook her head helplessly: "What a trouble......

He knew that the valley-level or lake-level earth society mage had already come to his neighborhood

She is, with her current condition, absolutely unable to escape normally.

Through the magic connection, Shug basically confirmed that Jacob had come to the vicinity of the members of the Fifth Chasseur, so he tightened his grip on the Black Sun Scepter, spread out the magic book, and turned directly to the last page.

Looking at the silver ring pattern on the page and the handwriting below that shimmered with a faint magical light, Xiuge tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Dear teacher, you have never cheated me before, and I hope you won't this time."

After making up his mind, Shuge forcibly lifted his spirits, pressed his palm against the page, and coughed vigorously twice at the same time.

The sound of coughing immediately attracted the attention of the searchers of the Black Sun Society, but in a matter of seconds, the rotten wood that blocked the entrance to the cave was forcibly removed by the magic, and then a dazzling magical light shone in.

Once his face was already visible to the enemy, he decisively poured his magic into the pages, and the silver rings on the pages began to spin as if they had been energized, as if they had been energized, and at the same time, the metal discs of Shug resonated.

With the loss of magic power, those memories that belonged to Xiuge himself surged out of his mind, and countless chaotic images were crumpled into a pile, flashing in front of his eyes like lightning.

At the moment when Discord Wandering took effect, Shug grinned goodbye to the members of the Black Sun Society.

"See you soon."