The wind chimes stretched out to Russell's hands, glowing with ice blue, as if containing a biting chill from the cemetery, from death itself.

Ghost Touch!

Even if the wind chime is Russell's contract spirit, even if the wind chime, which has the strength of the late second year, is completely unwilling and trying to resist, it is still controlled by Nocturne's ability to drive spirits.

Is this the difference between second and third grades?

Nocturne isn't just the beginning of third grade, right?

Russell thought as he hurriedly took a few steps back, dodging the wind chime's attack in embarrassment.

At the same time, he also activated his spiritism, and his hands also emitted a faint blue light, and he clenched his fist at the white-haired ghost girl who pounced on him, trying to regain control of the wind chimes.

Spiritism: Driving Spirits!

Only Russell in the middle of the second year is not known how many times the power of spiritism is different from that of Nocturne.

But he relied on the contract with the wind chime, coupled with the wind chime's own will, to a certain extent, to offset Nocturne's control command to the wind chime.

Wind Chime's face showed a painful color, and his hands bloomed with ice blue coldness, forcibly drooping, and the second "ghost touch" that was about to be launched against Russell was temporarily stopped.

Russell and Nocturne, like the two sides of a tug-of-war, are engaged in a spiritistic confrontation and are at a stalemate with each other.

And the wind chimes are the rope itself during the tug-of-war!

One moment to the left, one moment to the right.

"Ahhh

In the confrontation between the two, the wind chimes that were pulled back and forth grinned in pain, but they were not substantially hurt.

Nocturne's expression was unmoving, and it didn't look like she had fully exerted her strength, casually pulling with Russell, who had already done his best. She sneered again, and gently shook the pitch-black banner with a white bone pole with her left hand.

A pale, vague, hideous humanoid phantom emerges behind the nocturne.

Sleeping Demon.

Russell relied on the wind chimes to be the advantage of his contract spirit, so he could barely pull with the far stronger Nocturne, but Nocturne also had his own contract spirit!

The Sanddemon lunged at Russell, stretching out his pale and hazy spirit claws to grab at Russell.

At this time, Russell was still in a stalemate with Nocturne, and he couldn't even dodge sideways!

No, the gap between the levels is too big...... Russell's right hand was in a tug-of-war, barely maintaining control of the wind chimes and a stalemate with the nocturne, while reaching into the dimensional pocket with his left hand, grabbing out the blood-red potion and drinking it in one gulp.

Elixir of Secret Blood.

A secret medicine to forcibly increase your strength!

When the spicy, bright red potion was swallowed into his abdomen, Russell felt a fever all over his body, and the severe pain swept through his body in an instant, his blood vessels swelled, and sweat rushed out of the pores of his skin.

Russell's spiritual pool was surging.

Mid-2nd Grade, Late 2nd Grade, Late 2nd Grade, Half-Step 3rd Grade...... His spiritual level was climbing upwards at an incredible speed, and the tremendous force that had been pulling the wind chimes with him no longer seemed to be as difficult to resist as before.

After reaching the half-step third grade, Russell's spirituality continued to ascend, and the spirit churned again and again, trying to break through the last obstacle and truly reach the third grade level. But this power finally stopped in front of the last bottleneck, and remained within the scope of the second grade, but it was infinitely close to the third grade powerhouse.

Even so, Russell felt that it was much easier to get in the stalemate of spiritism.

With a sharp pull, he finally snatched back his contract spirit from Nocturne's hand and pulled the wind chimes back into his body.

The wind chimes repossess Russell's body.

At this time, the sleeping demon had already pounced, and the pale spirit claws were about to catch Russell's clear face.

As long as it hits, the spirit claws can pass through the flesh and directly damage his spirit!

But Russell, who finally had his hands free, just waved his hand slightly, activated the ability to drive the spirit body, and a majestic invisible force poured out, pushing the sleeping demon back by more than ten meters.

This sleeping demon is just a spirit demon in the late second year, and as a spirit body, he is restrained by a psychic, so he can't resist the current Russell at all.

"Yes, yes. Hehe. Nocturne praised, "Although you have relied on the improvement of medicine, you have really improved much compared to when you entered the school." ”

If it was Russell who had just passed the entrance exam and entered the school 9 months ago, he was just an extraordinary person who had not yet entered the first grade, and he would not have a real spell.

Such Russell, even if there are 1,000 of them, is no match for Nocturne. You don't even have to do it yourself without Nocturne, just the Sleeping Demon can kill all 1,000 Russell!

However, 9 months have passed, and the other party has grown to the point where he can stalemate with himself for a short time, which is really impressive.

But Russell's condition was not very good, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Stimulated by the secret blood elixir, the burning pain spread in the veins, and extreme negative emotions were brewing in his heart, like a lingering cloud. It contained anger, anger, and madness, interfering with his calm thinking and judgment, and affecting him as a transcendent whose fighting style relied on thinking.

Russell's right hand reached into his pocket and touched the phone, and the spirit and will spread into the phone, triggering the dementor photos in the album.

As the tentacle monster photo was deleted, a soft voice sounded in his heart.

"Calm, relax, take a deep breath."

The negative emotions that originally lingered suddenly faded a lot, at least not to the extent that they affected thinking and judgment.

This is a "spiritual appeasement" copied from Clara, and Russell prepared this spell in advance as an insurance measure against the side effects of the secret blood potion.

"It looks like we're going to have to use all my strength to deal with you." Nocturne said coldly.

She waved the black flag of the bone flagpole again, and the pitch-black smoke billowed and tumbled in Russell's direction. And in the thick black smoke, countless white bones floated and combined, churning and spinning.

In the next moment, many white bones wrapped in black smoke were pieced together into a skeletal giant that was nearly ten meters high.

As Russell had heard before, the third-year powerhouse of the Necromantic and Life Department can make zombies, ghouls, mummies, and other undead fight for themselves, just like the necromancer in the game!

The white bone giant held a huge bone blade in his hand, and every joint on his body emitted black smoke, and strode towards Russell.

Russell's extrasensory perception suddenly sensed the danger contained in the black smoke of the bone giant's body—

It should be a nocturne magic weapon banner to deploy a special effect of enchantment for the undead, which belongs to the "death qi" that erodes life, and if it is contaminated, it will gradually be corroded, and the flesh and blood will be eroded and polluted, falling off and dying.

(End of chapter)