Chapter 279 Lifted
The power of blood transformation from his own blood and soul are water*milk blending, nourishing its rapid growth, but Lucian's skin began to turn gray and dry, like a dry corpse buried deep in the tomb for many years, and like a withered poplar tree in the Gobi Desert, which at first glance looked not far from death.
Lucian's legs were weak, his muscles were relaxed, his heartbeat slowed down, and his brain's thoughts and soul seemed to be separated, one was dull and slow, blurred, and the other was condescending, clear and thorough.
This diametrically opposed feeling is so inexplicable and eerie, as if a meditation environment has come to the real world.
When Lucian's soul power grew to a certain extent and the bloodline power was about to be hollowed out, when Lucian thought that his body would rot directly, a little strange power seeped in from the teeth that Rhine had pierced into his neck, and the enhancement and invisible transformation of the soul stopped immediately. And the remaining little bloodline power began to recover under the stimulation of this strange power, they quickly split, quickly breeded, and flowed back into the blood vessels.
Lucian's skin gradually faded from gray, regained its tightness, and regained its luster, and its muscles contained explosive strength. Although the heartbeat is still slow, it becomes very powerful, and the brain thinks clearly and works fast.
The slight numbness came again, and Rhine's fangs left Lucian's neck.
His body seemed to be much more transparent, and his silver eyes showed a little tiredness, but his smile was still elegant and generous: "A noble gentleman never skimps on rewards."
Lucian's physical restraints disappeared and he regained his mobility. After carefully checking his own condition, he said with a slight surprise: "The soul is enough to be a four-ring magician, and its physical condition has reached the level of a second-level knight...... Are you okay, Mr. Rhein?" Seeing Rhine's body shaking and the huge black bat wings beginning to contract, Lucian asked with concern.
"In fact, there are many magical rituals that can help people directly improve their soul and spiritual power, and ancient lineage magicians like to do this the most. But there are two problems with this method, one is that the materials and items required are relatively expensive, either risking and gaining a lot, or preparing for many years, not many magicians can afford it, and if you convert the money spent into magic potions, you will find that these magic potions only need half or one-third of them to meet the requirements for promotion, so what needs something similar to magic rituals is the kind of magician who is difficult to promote, and who needs to improve their strength in a short period of time for various reasons."
Rhine seemed to understand Lucian's surprise and worry, and explained in detail: "The second problem is that the sequelae are not small, some are converted into soul nutrients, magical creature blood and other materials will have a bad impact on the soul, and some are difficult to match their own magic level with their understanding of magic, which need to be slowly made up for and eliminated. If it cannot be repaired or eliminated, the most serious situation is that every future promotion will rely on similar magic rituals, and even character distortions will occur."
"As for you, Lucian, there is no problem with these two aspects, because this is a small reward I gave you in advance, what is consumed is the source of my blood, and the nutrients that enhance your soul are your own bloodline power, and there will be no other negative effects, and your bloodline power belongs to moonlight, and there is a lot of similarity with vampires, so it can be stimulated and enhanced by my blood source."
"However, the further the knight's path goes, the more dependent it is on the control of will, unless you are willing to put aside the study of arcane and concentrate on the path of knighthood, you cannot become a great knight. Of course, you can also learn from some magicians and directly use magic and biological materials to modify your body to obtain a weird and disgusting but powerful body and extended lifespan, which is one of the purposes of their original research with ordinary people fusing different bloodlines."
"The problem that the understanding of arcane and magic cannot match one's own magic level may be more troublesome for others, but I think Lucian, you, the winner of the Holm Crown Award, should be able to solve it easily." Rhine jokingly looked at the "elemental" ring on Lucian's right hand.
Lucian nodded slightly, erasing the worries hidden in his heart, and after a week or two, he could fully control the spiritual power brought by the strongened soul, and he could try to break through to the fourth ring, a full two years earlier than expected.
"Mr. Rhine, when I become a high-level magician, I will activate the arrangements you left behind. But I don't seem to know which places it is yet?" Lucian, who had relaxed, asked jokingly.
Rhine pointed to Lucian's neck: "So I left a mark so that I can project it into your dream and communicate with you. Of course, you can use your mental power to block this projection, and I can only enter with your permission, by the way, you can also use this mark to summon me to project into the dream in reverse."
When Rhine said this, Lucian quickly used his mental power to carefully sense, and sure enough, he found that the bite on his neck left a faint blood-colored crescent-shaped mark, which looked like an inconspicuous birthmark.
Lucian chuckled: "It seems that Mr. Rhein, you really don't want me to know other secrets too early."
"Lucian, if you really want to know, you can go to the Arcane Library of the Magic Council to exchange the history of the Church, although they are the most ordinary parts, but if you compare them, you can find some interesting things. The most ordinary records may hide the most terrifying secrets." Rhine chuckled, then pressed his right hand on his chest and gracefully bowed, "The power of projection has always been rejected by the Necromancer, and I have consumed the origin of blood, so it is no longer sustainable, please allow me to say goodbye in advance."
As soon as the words fell, his body suddenly collapsed, turning into black bats, flying around like phantoms, dissolving in the hall.
The silver faded, the red faded, the voice disappeared, the breeze subsided, and everything returned to the way it was before the necromancer, forever black, white and gray, forever quiet and depressed.
"This scene just now is really like the picture of peace doves flying in the square, except that the white doves have turned into black bats." Lucian smiled and said to himself, but there was no sound when he spoke, and there was eternal silence in his ears.
After looking around the hall, Lucian looked at Ivanovsky's corpse, which was a very difficult opponent, and the "interference" bloodline was worthy of being one of the orthodox mage hunters. If it weren't for his level being on par with himself, without powerful magic items, and the battle environment was cramped, he would probably have escaped by himself.
And if he hadn't been careless for a moment after entering the Necro Realm, he hadn't expected that he would also be able to sense the gap at the entrance of the Necro Realm, and that he would also be able to enter, and it would not be a simple matter to kill him, a paladin who was not weak in speed and agility.
Ivanovsky's full-body armor was completely damaged by "Gaston's poisonous mist" and "elemental order", so Lucian only selected a few relatively intact pieces of metal and put them in his storage bag - maybe they could be used as materials for other alchemy items in the future.
Due to the interference with the bloodline, Ivanovsky did not have rings, necklaces, talismans, belts and other extraordinary items on his body, only a giant sword and a pair of silver-gray gloves:
"Purifier, a level 3 advanced two-handed greatsword, increases the user's magic resistance by one level before the high level, and every time it hits the opponent, it can generate divine power damage equivalent to physical attacks."
"This is a divine magic giant sword specially cast to purify magicians."
"Ogre Monster Power Gloves, a level 5 medium magic item, can increase the user's strength to the normal level of the Ogre Boss, that is, the level 5 Great Knight."
"Strength is the only support!"
Both items had a certain degree of corrosion after being stained with mist, but they were not attacked by the elemental order and the big fireball, and the damage was not serious, at least Lucian, a magician who was not proficient in the repair of alchemy items, was sure to repair them.
"The purifier is of little use to me, I also have magic to increase resistance, well, I can give it to Leo to use. The ogre gloves are good." Lucian put these two extraordinary items into his storage bag while judging their value.
Then Lucian searched Ivanovsky's body, trying to find secret documents and understand the strength behind him, but unfortunately he was very careful and didn't carry anything except a money bag containing more than 20 Shahran gold coins.
After dealing with the corpse and traces, Lucian looked at the gray hall quietly, and his thoughts flew around in a slight daze: "Who is the big man behind Ivanovsky? What is his relationship with the necromancer? Are there any other wise beings in the necromancer?"
"The mysteries of the gods, the true meaning of immortality, what are these? In addition to souls, metamorphoses, and other places, what form should its immortality be in a world that is so consistent with the laws of earth physics and chemistry?"
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The main material world, inside the Kuteng Castle.
"Bishop Nevsky, I'm sorry to trouble you." Count Werther thanked him in high spirits and in high spirits, "The pursuit of that high-level magician Nikonov will be handed over to the church night watchman."
As a high-level magician, there must be a lot of strange magic and life-saving items, and in order to kill Carolina, Count Witt gave up the advantage he had finally occupied, so Nikonov finally managed to escape.
In fact, for Nikonov, it can probably be judged that Count Witte has briefly recovered to his peak state by overdrawing his body, and then continues to fight, with a high degree of certainty of killing or controlling him, but at this time the great knights have already sent a signal to the church for help, so he had to seize the opportunity to evacuate.
Nevsky wore the unique costume of a cardinal, had a square and kind appearance, and was a clergyman whose believers could calm down just by looking at him.
His blue and peaceful eyes said apologetically: "Lord Count, this incident was my mistake, and I failed to detect that there is still a curse weakening lurking under the fact that you are seriously ill."
"Since they dare to do this, they have strong confidence in the concealment of the curse, so it has nothing to do with you, Your Excellency." Count Witt smiled understandingly, and then mentioned his inheritance: "By the way, Your Excellency, I have reported my wishes to His Majesty the Emperor through secret channels, I am his knight, and naturally he will choose my successor from among the members of the Witt family."
Nevsky smiled with relief: "Your Excellency, your decision is the most appropriate, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be satisfied with your loyalty, carefully select and cultivate qualified heirs for you, and take care of the Witt family. Okay, Lord Count, I still have to arrange the hunt for the high-ranking magician and the remnants of Ivanovsky, and go back to the church first."
"Send Bishop Nevsky away." Count Witt ordered one of the knights to protect him.
Quietly watching Nevsky leave the hall, Count Witt suddenly weakened, and his previous good performance was completely gone. At the same time, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Escorted by knights, Nevsky left the castle of Kuteng with several bishops and priests.
At this time, the sky gradually lit up, and Nevsky looked up as if appreciating, while drawing a cross on his chest with his right hand.
Short at the top and long on the left and right.
(End of this chapter)