Overhead is an oppressive and closed false "sky", where no shadow of the sun can be seen, only a dim afterglow in the stone cellar.

In the cellar of more than a dozen apprentices from different departments of Catrice Academy, only Lizzie stood silently. The uniform representing the theory department of Catrice College was draped loosely over her, and her upturned head was casually tied into a ponytail braid

A humanoid figure rolled at her feet.

As if the product of a craftsman's clumsy technique to imitate the human form, the abstract silver sleekly outlines a grotesque body outline. The parts that are equivalent to human eyes and mouths are only carved out of a circular hollow, and the pitch-black hollow seems to be gushing with black mucus.

The shape of the humanoid is rather eerie, with sleek limbs with sharp spikes at the tips - feet and hands, all of which are cold, sharp cones. But the strange thing was now damaged, the tangled tattered black cloth had been picked apart, and the silver body had been torn apart by blunt objects.

Metallic debris was scattered from the scars on the shell, and through the fine cracks, some of the contents could be faintly seen—they were organs or parts, sticky black glued to the shiny metal shell, covering the low, silver-colored lumps.

"What the hell is this...... And these, is it metal, or something else?" Coldly looking down at the strange humanoid at her feet, Lizzie muttered to herself, "Could it be a mechanical puppet? There is also a lack of power core ......"

In her hand was a wooden staff taller than her, which she had just picked up from the spellcasting tools scattered around her feet. Now one end was held in the hands of a thin girl, and the other end was sunk into the bright silver alien chest. Most of the human body's body was beaten by this wooden staff.

As if to answer her doubts, the alien who was knocked over by her wooden staff struggled again. The shimmering silver-metallic body fluttered wildly like a fish thrown ashore, swinging sharp limbs that tried to twist the crude wooden stick that was held to its chest.

"Can't you just die?"

Lizzie sighed and slammed her foot into the silver humanoid's chest, then lifted the stick against its chest before stabbing it down with even greater force.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of piercing echoed through the cellar countless times.

The wooden staff stabbed down like a spear, and the tip of the arc slammed into the humanoid silver shell one after the other. There is a dull reverberation. Each stimulus hits the same spot accurately, stabbing each attack with a fixed rhythm like a piledriver.

The disturbing sound of metal is like a scream. The metal frame screamed out of deformation. Under Lizzie's constant attacks, the crude human-like face was pierced by a wooden staff, representing that the hollows of the eyes and mouth had long since been covered by the expanding cracks, turning into a large crack.

The silver humanoid monster's head was torn apart by the wooden staff in Lizzie's hand. If it's a living creature. Presumably his life has been lost, and the silver human body has indeed stopped struggling. The black fluid in its head splattered out with one last stab of force, mixing with the pitch-black heavy stone bricks.

In an instant, black slime spilled out, and the silver humanoid shattered—literally, into tiny powders that could not be measured. There was no wind in the cellar, but the silvery powder was scattered as if it had been lifted by the wind, and disappeared before Lizzie's eyes.

The silver humanoid disappeared. In an instant, it disappeared from Lizzie's eyes. The enemy was gone, but the subtle metallic sound that seemed like a bell had not stopped. The unpleasant sound of metal grinding gradually became more and more rapid, and it approached the hall correctly.

"It still has the function of self-decomposition, and it really doesn't leave a trace at all. It's good material for an Assassin - but what the hell is it?"

At the moment when Lizzie was talking to herself, a chill enveloped her, and she reflexively lowered her body to feel a "whoa" sound that pierced the air flashed through her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she clearly caught the source of the voice, a flash aimed at her throat.

A distorted dark shadow appeared behind her without warning, silently closing in on Lizzie. Surrounded by rags, he was suspended in mid-air with several hooks that resembled large scythes, and if they were removed, it would be difficult for the average human to carry them.

The slash aimed at Lizzie's neck was swung by one of the hooks, and a blow didn't mean it was over, and the blades that followed it were still closing in on Lizzie. Like a giant scythe, the hook claw slashed out a crescent-shaped trajectory, and the sword light swept towards Lizzie's waist.

But just before the blade was about to swing down, Lizzie took a few steps forward to dodge its attack. As the shadow stiffened from the continuous attacks, Lizzie quickly turned, clutching the end of the wooden staff in her hand and sweeping from the bottom up towards the fleeting black shadow behind her.

The wooden staff sliced through the air, and in a flash, it hit the body of the black shadow floating in mid-air. But it feels strange to return from the front of the cane to Lizzie's hands.

"Useless?"

Withstanding the blow of the wooden staff, the black shadow's body shook only slightly, and there was a hollow whirring. Lizzie's magically strengthened wooden staff was able to shatter the body that made up the humanoid monster she had just formed, but it was as useless as hitting the air when attacking the twisted black shadow.

The undamaged shadow had recovered its strength, and several huge blades spun in circles in the air, coiling around the shadow and spinning. It was then that Lizzie noticed that the blades were not sticking out of the shadows, but were connected to the ragged rags by a shadow-like "chain".

Taking two steps back, Lizzie used her staff to block the swirling blades, and took the opportunity to once again examine the shadow that had come from nowhere. The ragged black cloth is windless and automatic, and in the center of these black cloths, it seems that there is no sense of any physical existence.

Could this be the undead?

Of course, the direct attack of the undead cannot attack the material body of the creature, but this does not mean that the undead cannot interfere with the material things. There have been many spells that have documented that the undead can use their magic to control inanimate objects, such as picking up masonry or blades.

And if it is an undead, their body is indeed not affected by physical attacks.

"So what if that's the case—"

Muttering in a teasing tone, Lizzie took another step back, turning the wooden staff in her hand in a circle, lowering her center of gravity as if holding a spear and stabbing at the center of the shadow. The magic infused with the staff sent it a strange white glow, and it rushed towards the black shadow in the direction the spear was pointing.

Yikes!

The magical scepter pierced into the shadow's body, making a sound like a fried product in a pot of boiling oil, and the stench of burning protein wafted everywhere. The shadow twitched and tried to flee backwards, but Lizzie immediately unleashed the magic on the wooden staff at the shadow like a cannonball.

Suddenly, the black shadow that was directly hit by the magic power at zero distance was distorted, and it landed on the spot like a puppet with a broken wire. The ragged rags on his body were scattered little by little.

Black gas was freed from the body surrounded by ragged black cloth and poured down the pit that Lizzie had dug into the dusk-colored courtyard of the monastery. Then, the blades and rags that had broken away from the shadows began to crack, eventually turning into dusty debris and floating in the air.

Eventually, the distorted shadow melted and vanished as unexpectedly as it had appeared, almost the same as the last act before it completely destroyed Miè and the silver humanoid monster whose head had just been smashed by her dissipated, and the fragments that were supposed to be left behind would have turned to ashes when the monster was destroyed.

"What are they? It doesn't look like a fake, but it's not very powerful. ”

After watching this scene with a blank face, Lizzie casually waved the wooden staff in her hand, so that her hand could get used to the feeling of hitting the entity with the wooden staff. The feeling of knocking down the two alien monsters is still in his hands, but the way they finally disappear makes one wonder what he just knocked down.

The rod is simply made of cheap wood, and the rough surface seems to indicate that it is not well made. Judging by its appearance, it wouldn't be surprising even if someone said that it was taken off the mop, and the crude materials were not good for spells, and even if they were used for combat, they were better than nothing.

She would love to use something else, but there was nothing in this cellar that could be considered a "weapon". The wooden staff in his hand was a casual pick-up, but it was still very convenient to use - at least much better than the ones in other people's hands.

These people really can't wake up, and Lizzie and the attacking enemy have made a lot of noise during the two battles, and they have never shown any signs of awakening. Interestingly, the weird enemies didn't target them, even though they clearly didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

The sound of fine metal grinding was still ringing behind the bell, which undoubtedly meant that there were more enemies lurking around.

Lizzie tapped her head in front of her forehead with some tiredness, "That being said...... Now I have encountered this somewhat troublesome situation, and it seems that the predestination is bound to be broken. But forget it, just let me look forward to it - I really hope the guy who made this spell doesn't let me get bored. ”

The constant twilight covered the monastery, and the shadows cast by the light of the slanting sun silently concealed the traces of the strange people that appeared in all corners of the monastery. (To be continued!)

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!