"In the name of Gaia." When Uriel said these words, he heard his tongue tremble slightly. In order to enunciate the words clearly, he almost broke it with his teeth: "When evil comes, God bless the brave!"
This is a hymn to Gaia.
A brilliant halo of light fell from the sky, and countless candles seemed to be burning in the hall. Uriel raised his arms to cover his eyes. He felt a light touch on his hand, and the parchment flew up; the path of light was exposed in the air, heading straight towards the battlefield in the center of the hall.
A mysterious magic power rises from below, weaving into a sacred oath magic.
"Shelter"!
The Necromancer was extremely surprised to find that his bone blade was blocked by a golden barrier.
"Is this magic?" He staggered back.
The druid escaped and turned into a flying eagle and quickly took off. The barrier formed by the halo barrier still rose with him. Newell's angry magic was bounced off one by one, and even the hidden ghost turned into dust when it came into contact with the golden glow.
The Scroll of Oath witnessed his oath!
Uriel almost knelt down to thank the goddess.
I got it right! Sure enough, to use the Scroll of Oath, you need to swear on the parchment scroll! Oh my god, what a strange condition this is! Who will give me an instruction manual?
The apprentice did not dare to say this. When he saw that the Necromancer returned without success, he put all his hopes on the parchment.
If the scroll had a temper like Sauron, they might have to die here.
At this time, the apprentice finally calmed down a little, and he realized that it was probably reality rather than a future fantasy. The reason for this is not complicated: prophecy is a kind of magic, and Uriel's magic power is enough to be used once before changing jobs; after changing jobs, the magic power naturally increases, so the future becomes clearer.
Uriel guessed that there might be something to do with self-awareness. He knew about the existence of prophecy magic, so he added this setting into the precognition - although foreseeing the future itself is incredible, this does not prevent it from happening. He relies on logic to reason.
But anyway, can you give me a warning before the magic takes effect?
When did I use magic and how could I not know?
Uriel thought of the moment when he was near death. He really thought that his life was about to end. He promised to live with Cecilia's share, but he almost broke the contract.
Heck, if the Book of Oaths knew that I would break my promise over and over again in a certain future, I'm afraid it would be the first one to give me a good look...
And swear by the parchment? Fortunately, he memorized the goddess's admonitions. Uriel never dreamed that one day he would use magic to persuade people to do good.
Could it be that Proverbs Knight meant it literally?
"..."
The sneak attack was unsuccessful, and the Necromancer was now even more annoyed than Uriel. He suddenly turned his head, and a ball of green flames went straight towards the apprentice!
Uriel had never thought of fighting such a high-level opponent head-on. The only defense he knew since he lit the fire was to cut off the corpse-eaters when they attacked, but now he didn't even have magic power.
The eagle in mid-air screamed eagerly and swooped down like an arrow.
"...!!"
But no one can be faster than the light ray, otherwise the previous asylum magic will not be able to catch up with Eze. The apprentice watched the necromancer raise his hand and subconsciously held his sword to block it. The breath of death brushed against the knight's sword and actually scattered.
The light scattered like the splash of a stone thrown into water, and its power was inexplicably reduced by half; then the metal sword broke due to the force, but the black cat Katie suddenly jumped out and turned into a thin film that bounced off all the fragments. .
The apprentice felt that the magic in the air suddenly disappeared. He almost thought he was dead, but when he lowered his head, he found that he was intact.
The blessing is also working on him——
"Scroll of Oath?!" Newell also noticed the parchment at this time, and he recognized the mysterious item he was looking for at a glance.
The necromancer sneered, "You guys really came to my door."
He didn't give the apprentice a chance to breathe at all. The dark storm swept up dust and gravel, roaring towards the young man. This was undoubtedly another high-level magic.
Just as he broke free from the shackles of nature's wrath, this huge magic power came extremely suddenly, as if the necromancer's fire was an unquenchable sun. The output and cross-level magic were continuous, and it could shatter the mysterious world. three views.
At the critical moment, the Falcon took Uriel into the sky.
The wild air flow tore at the wings of the eagle. If it were a real beast, it would be impossible for it to do this; but the Druid had mentioned the Fallen Death Apostle before when he was seriously injured, and it was more than enough to carry the apprentice now.
They passed through the wind and turbulence, avoiding the harassing rays of the ghosts and falling behind the stone pillars. Coincidentally, this is the exact place where they emerged from the ground in the fantasy.
"Have you found the Scroll of Oath?" Eze asked first, his feathers all gone.
The roll of paper with a texture similar to parchment was held in Uriel's hand. "Thanks to Katie for your help. Can I help now? No need to be a deserter with it."
The druid choked.
"Is your magic reading minds?" Mr. Eds muttered, but this was not enough to make him change his mind: "Don't be ridiculous, get as far away as you can!"
The apprentice never expected this result: "I can help!"
"Mysterious items require magic to be evoked. How many times can you use it?"
"Actually, I don't have any magic power at all." Uriel retorted, "Just swear."
He even repeated his oath on the spot, and the sacred magic he summoned blocked the Necromancer's pursuit, leaving only circles of ripples on the barrier.
Eze was stunned for a moment. He was obviously a little surprised, but he did not show a relaxed expression. The Druid moved his eyes to the scroll and reached out to grab it.
The apprentice was already on guard and took a step back to avoid his hand: "You can't use it. Don't try to drive me away. I have a reason to stay."
"Okay, boy, it's not as simple as you think!" However, the druid looked solemn, "Put it down quickly. Do you think that such a mysterious oath can be said casually?"
Uriel's face was confused. He realized something was wrong: "What...what do you mean?"
But it was not Eze who answered him, but the Necromancer outside the Radiant Sanctuary. Newell's bone claws scratched the barrier, and his ugly laughter was thick and hoarse:
"Of course it means literally, Mr. Young, a newcomer who doesn't know anything. Mystery is an unknown territory, and the unknown will be accompanied by dangers - if you swear by your own faith on a scroll of unknown origin, you really belong to me. Didn't your mentor teach you not to mess with mysterious objects, Chloe's little rookie?"
Where did I know this kind of occult knowledge? Being able to change jobs is already blessed by the goddess and brings great luck. Who would care about these minor problems in times of crisis?
So Uriel responded without any sign of weakness: "...Before anything goes wrong, I promise to let you see your goddess of death."
However, these words were met with a slap from Eze, and the apprentice clutched the back of his head and let out an ouch. The druid's voice was full of frustration, and he said to the apprentice: "I see that you are really out of your mind! Stop it, hide it out of sight, and never touch it again!"
"He doesn't want to go anywhere." Gray and green magic chains emerged from the Necromancer's bone claws, and with a clang, the two of them flew away with a protective barrier.
The Druid's holy dandelion turned out to be a faint move, and he couldn't use magic enough to resist it now. The two fell out from behind the stone pillar, and the glorious shield flashed, and finally shattered under the load.
Uriel didn't care about the cost of using the Scroll of Oath. He endured the pain in his back and immediately said: "In the name of Gaia, I swear -"
"Wherever you look, stop all evil deeds!"
Another hymn to the goddess Gaia.
The sheepskin scrolls trembled, and fine light dust shone; they floated into the air and covered the pulled chains.
Newell was shocked to find that he had lost control of magic, and the mysterious locks turned into long snakes, coiling around his limbs.
The necromancer couldn't escape: "It's just low-level magic...how is that possible?"
"Now, Mr. Eds!"
The druid glared at him, turned into a spotted cheetah, pounced and bit the priest's shoulder. The area that was not covered by pale bones penetrated the muscles, causing the latter to scream.
The opportunity was not to be missed, and Eze was about to tear open the bones and bite the Necromancer's neck immediately; however, the apprentice watched as gray shadows were born out of thin air and burrowed into the priest's chest in an instant, and he immediately realized that the other party might escape again.
He went over to stop it without thinking, but the parchment suddenly dimmed.
What an unfortunate mysterious item this is! Is it possible that it needs a suitable voltage when used? !
Mr. Eze's warning broke into his mind, and the apprentice felt cold in his heart.
"Get away! Heather's wild dog!"
The opportunity was missed in an instant, and Uriel saw the leopard transformed by the druid being thrown away. The Necromancer cursed in disgust, and the golden chain broke inch by inch. He pressed the wound on his shoulder with his hand, staring at the boy with a cold expression.
Uriel felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the scene in his dream seemed to overlap with his eyes. At this moment, he extremely hoped that this would be the future of magic again, and he was willing to be an apprentice even if he fell into an endless deep illusion.
But the doubling of magic power is an extremely clear fact, two future possibilities, a double-layered illusion. He has no second chance.
Newell didn't leave any time for the apprentice, and the unexpected serious injury made the mage full of anger. He controlled his magic power to outline a pale green death beam, intending to turn this disgusting kid who was unfortunately selected by the Scroll of Oath into ashes that were worse than even the undead.
"Cecilia..." Uriel could only think of this name.
boom!
Ice shards and frost foam covered his face, and Uriel was surprised to find that he was still alive. A hexagonal crystal prism stood between the apprentice and the necromancer, and the cold wind falling from the sky froze his thinking.
The apoptotic ray was directly bounced to an unknown place, and the moment of light that cut through the shadow was fleeting and full of ominous signs.
"Joy?" Uriel couldn't help but look up and saw that the skylight was shattered all over the floor, and a mutilated figure rolled in on the narrow platform. He wore a strange half-armor, and disappeared from the neck up. His pale palms looked less like a living person than a necromancer.
At this time, the headless man was extremely friendly.
Goddess, you came at the right time!
Different from being scared half to death when they first met, the apprentice really only had half his life left this time, but he was full of joy. He felt the last strength disappear from his skeletal muscles, and the blood in his blood vessels cooled down; his tense nerves were relieved by the coolness. After the tension subsided, Uriel just wanted to close his eyes and do nothing.
The door to the main hall of Frostleaf Castle was open, but Joey came in through the skylight. He glanced coldly at the messy battlefield, and his eyes met the Necromancer in mid-air.
"Messenger of the Sky Tower, what good news have you brought me about those magicians?" Newell's performance seemed to be without fear.
The apprentice didn't know where he got his confidence from.
Could it be those weird shadows?
Joey ignored his words. The young man raised his arms forward and spread his fingers. A blizzard poured into the castle from the skylight!
