The falcon stretched out its sharp claws and tore a jumping undead in half. Bones fell from the sky and crackled into the ashes. Ordinary birds would celebrate, but the druid spread his wings and chirped angrily. Just like his bird appearance at the moment, the sound was undoubtedly a kind of magic. The undead surrounding the battlefield trembled and swayed back in the ripples.
But this does not help the situation. The black-robed leader hooked his fingers, and the bones cracked. In the faint voice, the bodyless corpse stood up again, staggering towards the dwarf Painter like a model who had just learned how to walk on stage. The latter was wrestling with a corpse-eater, and with a roar he turned his hammer and smashed the enemy's head.
A blazing light flashed. The dwarf shrank his neck in fear and saw the "model" behind him burnt to ashes with a bang. Afterwards, he stretched out his hand to check himself, only to feel that the top of his head was vaguely hot. "Watch your back, goblin." The culprit reminded him carelessly.
"Mind yourself!" he yelled. "I'm wearing armor."
"But you're not wearing a helmet."
The hobgoblin's head was still smoking. "Next time I'll find one just for you!"
When the falcon pounced again, the man in black robe hiding behind the corpse finally lost his defense. He screamed and was dragged up into the sky. A moment later, a string of blood beads hit the edge of the tile roof and was evaporated by the fire.
Sita York gallops across the battlefield, and no one can touch him. Who can touch the flame? He jumped onto a high ground and easily turned the wooden pile into a sea of fire. However, magic soon enveloped it. It seems that even the dead have learned to be wise.
He reached out, grabbed the nearest undead, and blocked its back in front of him. The corpse eater tried to bite him, but the impact and explosion happened one after another on the spine, causing the guy to just spit out emerald green juice. Its arms were flailing in the air like two soft ribbons, catching nothing. Finally York left the creature roaring into the fire, while Sita drove the stick into the mouth of another corpse-eater.
"Are you hungry? You're welcome." He smiled and lit more wood. This is how the church burns demons.
"Boss!" Babu shouted, "Help."
Two undead souls stared at this unlucky guy. Without thinking, Sita swept across the battlefield with flames and foehn winds. The grease from the corpse exploded in the orange light, emitting a horrible, stomach-churning aroma. The adventurers fled from them, avoiding the ill-timed suggestion of a barbecue. I did not do it on purpose. York shrugged innocently.
"Haines, go and report the news!" Painter, the dwarf, wasted no time. "Only you can fly."
"Can……"
"They wouldn't have collapsed without you."
"Actually," York corrected, "we're pretty good at it."
…
"Don't ever say that before it's over." Painter snapped, "It's none of your business here." One kid was knocked away from his weapon by the corpse eater, and he smashed his hammer into the ground, consuming a little magic power.
A wave of earth shot up into the sky, knocking the child against his own side. York quickly turned around and burned the undead who almost hurt someone to ashes. The dwarf couldn't see his face, but he could feel his embarrassment from the heat on his face.
"You can't do it!" The druid's voice became a little shrill when he spoke with the bird's throat. "Don't deal with corpses near the place of rebirth. Necromancers are more used to it than you." Although his warning was accurate, it was too late. "But you can't do it outside the streets. Unless you have a way to escape from the city. It depends on you..."
"You think I don't know?" Painter interrupted. "Okay, Eze, you are no longer an adventurer, but I am still. There are more important things than winning this battle, you don't have to hesitate about it."
"They are still children..."
"Not forever. You're getting old, Haynes. I'm afraid you're not a qualified garrison now...but I hope you retire intact, not like Chester. I really do."
The honorary patrol guard captain of Yotsuba City, the garrison dispatched by Croita's Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the vassal country to manage mysterious disasters, and the adventurer Eds Haynes of the Knox Mercenary Group. Under the gaze of Inte and the adventurers, he flapped his wings and flew out of Hercule Street like an arrow.
Thick smoke and flames rose across the city. The undead slaughter mortals and create companions. Even if they are defeated by mysterious creatures, there will be a steady stream of newcomers to join them. From Sombigler to Fafrank, from Hazelnut Lane to Estuary Square, and even the estates of the kingdom's nobles, there are people fleeing everywhere. The stone bridge and brick tower were stained with blood. The Church of Gaia was deathly quiet, as if the gods were watching silently.
The dead raised their heads and watched the falcon's wings fly over the city of ashes.
"Since the birth of the St. Mirend Grand Alliance, the level of mystery has been artificially divided - it seems that you don't know the history of the alliance, but we will talk about that later... lighting the fire is the beginning of mystery, just like you Current state. 』
Uriel braced himself and listened.
"But in fact, before that, we have to prepare for the burning of the soul: acquire knowledge, understand ourselves, and discover the nature of our soul - when we decide to change something, the first thing we have to do is to understand it. 』
"This is the mysterious first step, becoming an apprentice"
Uriel quickly stepped in. He was originally at this level in other fields. One day he will leave the apprenticeship, get rid of the title of apprentice, and get a new title.
"After understanding ourselves, we can deconstruct our own souls - the process is like going from chaos to order, and the unknown is the key: once the shield is lifted, the world will have no secrets for us. 』
"The firewood is ready, it's time to make changes"
"Variety?"
The ring flashed. "right. special changes. Mystery will not be born by itself, you have to take the initiative.』
"What do you mean, take the initiative?"
"What I mean is, your soul can't catch fire on its own, it needs your help." Although Sauron had no tone to judge from, the apprentice felt that these words seemed full of malice. "Lighting the fire requires the assistance of fire rituals"
"You don't mean...magic potion..."
"That's a heresy. Most adventurers' rituals have to rely on external aids, such as alchemical potions, mysterious plants, or small objects with sacred images attached, but orthodox mysterious inheritance does not need to be so fancy.』
Uriel put on an expression of humbly accepting the instruction.
But Mr. Ring did not waver. "I can't tell you this. Different mysterious fulcrums have different methods. When you enter the Tower of Sky, you will understand without me telling you.』
"Can I enter the Tower of Sky? What kind of place is that?"
"A holy place for astrologers." Chloe is a tower of wisdom that has gathered three thousand years of orthodox inheritance in the mysterious field. You have plenty of time to understand it deeply, so there is no need to rush.』
Uriel then listened.
"After graduating, the apprentice prepares to light the fire. In rituals, magic connects the order of the world with the mysterious phenomena of chaos, and the soul manipulates events by controlling magic. This is called the 'mysterious bridge' in occultism, and it is a special cascade amplification effect.』
"I can feel it." Uriel couldn't feel the existence of fire, but when he thought about it, the thought might be a manifestation of the power of the soul.
"Before changing jobs, your soul flame has a maximum range of effect. Once it exceeds the boundary of the range, the magic power will no longer obey the orders." The ring told him, "Without magic power, you cannot control the mystery." The mystical realm refers to your extreme range as 'mystery', which is the limit of the mystery's response to the power of the soul.』
"About...four meters in radius."
"That's right. Standard height. Ranges are circular, right? With yourself as the center, your perception in any direction is the same.』
"That's why it's called Ring Level? It's very vivid."
"The Ring Steps are the beginning of the mysterious path. The power system of mystery and magic is based on this. Sauron added a full stop in agreement.
"Is Gao Huan the title given after the job change?" The apprentice still hasn't forgotten his original purpose. The Necromancer is of high level, how far will his range be? "The scope existed before the job change. Does it mean that the scope no longer exists after the job change?"
"The range will grow," Joey corrected.
"Why growth? What does career change mean?"
"The occult is all-encompassing. At the beginning of the ring level, people have to choose their own development direction in order to understand profound knowledge." Sauron explained at his own pace without answering all the questions. "If you don't make a choice, then with human time and talent, you won't be able to learn a few mysteries in this life. Careers simplify the learning process and help you build the foundation for your life path.』
Uriel quickly understood: "Like "Alchemist" and "Druid"? "
"That's it"
how? Although he had heard of the mysterious profession, he had never seen it with his own eyes. But looking at Sauron's appearance, this seems not worth elaborating. Will I be blessed with a mystical career? What might it look like? After all, where did the mysterious profession come from? Uriel's questions were so full that they were almost overflowing from his throat.
“When the fire is ignited, the apprentice becomes a mysterious creature, or mystic. You have to learn to control more magic power and practice professional skills in the ring level. And every time you increase the level of mystery, the burning of the soul flame will intensify... until it is completely burned out.』
Uriel was surprised: "It's burned out?" Could it be that if the fire is successfully lit...
"After all, fire is fire. How can it be done without burning?"
"Every day a mortal lives is burning a day of life." The young man put it another way. But his performance actually surprised the apprentice even more. Uriel thought he was not used to Common Language.
"That's right, you don't have to worry about dying early," the master said, and Sauron quickly abandoned the pretentious statement. "When the soul is burned to the end, you still have a chance to be reborn - break the 'ring' and the 'empty realm' is born."
"You will become a part of supporting order and use rules to build mystery. Because law is order, law is fire, and fire is self."
Uriel swallowed. He originally thought that the law was something more abstract, and that although the soul was invisible and intangible, it undoubtedly existed. He never thought that the two things would one day be connected. "What about the magic power? We can't use it anymore?"
"What? No. Why do you think so?" Mr. Ring was very strange, "Magic is still magic, it is a consumable for the realization of mysterious phenomena. Let's put it this way, if the mystery of the ring level is the apprentice's answer to the profession by relying on self-understanding and learning, then the mystery of the empty realm is the standard answer recognized by the order. understand? Magic is your ink』
I see. "Is the sky realm also mysterious?"
"certainly. It is equivalent to a measure of the intensity of the fire state. You must use it as a reference to know how much you weigh.』
In any case, he was still far from recognizing himself. Before Uriel could see the world clearly, he unfortunately fell into a disaster created by others. Calm down. Good things never happen to me anyway. "Then the Necromancer, how big is the gap between me and him?"
"He summoned the Corpse Eater, who should be a fallen Death Apostle." The messenger answered the question incorrectly.
Uriel had to stop and react for a moment before he understood what he meant: "This is a mysterious profession? What are its characteristics?"
"The number of corpse eaters will surge in a short period of time, forming an army of the undead. You have to hurry up."
Naturally, it's important to hurry up, but the apprentice can't do it. He took a breath. "Why don't you leave first." We were halfway across the city from the herb shop. It was incredible to Uriel to think that they had almost reached Hercule Street in the space of a few words. He had never run so fast in his life.
But compared to Bai Zhizhi, no matter how fast his legs moved, it was really a drag - the messenger flew back to the bar. And Uriel knew his limits very well. Unless I get on the cloud train again, I can't go faster.
Joey considered his suggestion and then made a move to grab his shoulder.
The significance of this action is self-evident. "Don't!" The apprentice shrank in fear. He didn't want his feet to leave the ground, especially while being carried. Although the messenger probably won't let go, it's still too exciting to directly switch to flight mode.
"Stay in the city and you will be torn apart by the undead," the ring reminds.
"I can ask someone for help. Like a patrol knight?"
The messenger's expression clearly showed disapproval. "The Shadow Legion is stationed outside the city and is not affected by the magic potion."
What's the meaning? Uriel was tired of guessing his thoughts. "how should I do?"
"Be my messenger." The young man quickly changed his order, "Go out of the city to Frostleaf Castle and inform the legion commander."
