The Necromancer's body is no longer important, so how can we hurt him?
The mystery of the soul is also very high.
Uriel had a vague idea, but before that he had to confirm something. So the apprentice lowered his voice as much as possible. He knew that Joey could hear him, and asked intently: "Is Newell trying to use the Scroll of Oath to solve the hidden dangers of the potion?"
"A large number of civilians' fire made up for the gap." The young man denied, "He wanted to use the mystery of the Oath Scroll to protect his own fire. Lower mysteries will weaken in the face of higher mysteries - this is the law of magic."
"The soul is forcibly ignited into fire. Such a mystery is extremely weak, but the sum of the souls of the entire city produces a magic power that is far beyond what the ring level can bear."
"You said that a large number of civilian souls can reduce the activity of the fire."
"The activity of the fire of the Nameless Ones is much higher than that of ordinary people. As the vessels for the devil to descend, of course they will be able to withstand more than normal people - Newell needs to change not only the fire, but also his body since he ignited the fire. For the suitability of the soul." The messenger pointed with his hand, and a string of ice formed under the black cat's feet, making it jump away in fright.
When explaining the problem seriously, he could finally be less stingy with his words. "Ink will be severely damaged by low temperatures, but stone pillars are much more tolerant."
Uriel understood: "The Scroll of Oath shares the pressure of his own fire...or does he want to make a wish directly and make his body become a nameless one?"
Joey nodded in approval.
"The Scroll of Oath cannot be used by others. I used it to change jobs."
"So Newell pulled his soul out of his body and used the fire he collected to keep it burning."
Uriel knew that he would not want to explain why Newell did what he did, nor would he tell himself where these predictions came from: "How could he do this?"
"When the soul turns into fire, the connection with the body will become weak. The fallen dead disciples can not only awaken the corpses whose souls have dissipated, but also control the spirits that have nowhere to rest. Playing with souls is also the specialty of these guys."
"Does that mean the Scroll of Oath is equivalent to Newell's soul?"
"Only half."
"Mystery can't hurt them?"
"Yes. But that means you must first eliminate the remnants of consciousness of most of the civilians in Yotsuba City."
"..."
Uriel had to admit that he couldn't do it.
"What else do you want to ask?" The young man looked away.
There are a lot more. The apprentice understood that the other party was not speaking carefully, but was just speaking casually, so he replied: "No, I have an idea."
Yet doubts still lingered in my mind. Uriel wanted to know where the Nameless Ones came from, and what kind of jealous magical power they possessed, making order and chaos in the mysterious world love and hate them. It's just that he doesn't need to know so much. After defeating Newell, he has plenty of time to deepen his understanding of the mysterious field.
"What do you want to do?" Joey asked with satisfaction. What puzzled Uriel was his tone, as if he believed that everything Uriel said was correct. "What did you see?"
What do I see?
The apprentice wondered: Could it be that I have some strengths that I haven't discovered yet, such as farsightedness? But immediately he came to his senses, Joey was referring to the prophecy magic.
Is there such an operation? !
After being reminded by the messenger, Uriel realized what role he had played in this obviously transcendent battle. His control of the future made him the commander: the consequences of every choice were clearly laid out. In front of.
For the apprentice, the battle will be without any suspense.
…
"Help me get his attention."
Uriel said. He crossed Joey and rushed towards the Necromancer under the surprised gaze of the messenger.
The road is full of traps. Under his feet, he stepped on the dust mixed with wall leather and stone powder. Occasionally, large particles would catch the leather, and the wind blew through the worn coat. A dark phantom was drawn in front of him, and even a fully-armed knight would probably be blown away. If you go to the hall, the force will undoubtedly break the bones and tendons of the people inside.
The strong shield of ice and snow blocks the dark magic, like a gate falling in the river.
"Praise to Loneliness"
The messenger also used this magic in the hall. It will form an ice barrier to defend and use the freezing effect to resist the enemy. It is extremely practical.
'Reason resists illusion, judgment warns passion'
'Keeping your distance is good for you'
The ice curtain was so close that Uriel even brushed his shoulder. At this moment, two strange words appeared in his mind, like an explanation of this magic, and then he realized that these were the original spells of magic.
This is probably a high-level magic, and Joey has already reached the Sky Realm, so even this kind of high-level mystery that requires the assistance of spells can be cast instantly.
But the apprentice only had one thought in his mind:
This damn mystery actually has an instruction manual!
But the surprise only flashed by. He took advantage of the Necromancer's transformation magic and quickly moved forward three or four meters. At this time, the distance between them was already very close.
The murderous bone spear is right in front of you.
Newell didn't know why the apprentice suddenly rushed to die - in his eyes, there was only one explanation for Uriel's behavior. Everything about the living person is clearly discernible in the undead's vision: the weak soul flame is burning in his body, the gathered magic power is fragile and sparse, and the mystery evoked is not threatening. So the necromancer found out the re-grown bone, never intending to let go of this opportunity presented to him.
Only after breaking away from Joey's defense did Uriel feel the suppression of mystery. It is a wonderful class derived from the soul, with absolute dominance that cannot be resisted.
Just being close would make him fearful, and a cold and ominous premonition immediately gripped his heart.
It's just that Uriel has never considered fighting Newell alone, and anger will not go to his head.
"Wherever you look, stop all evil deeds!"
Suddenly darkness surged, weaving a net in the necromancer's angry expression, and tightly bound the bone spear. This is the second time he has been fooled.
Maybe he wouldn't give Uriel a chance at all when he was awake, but now the Necromancer is busy dealing with the impact of a large number of souls, as well as Joey's continuous oppression of mystery.
Uriel breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Scroll of Oath could still respond. But this relief did not last long. Indescribable sadness and despair surged into my heart, triggered by countless souls. All he could see was black and red ashes, monstrous undead arms like charred wood, bones burning into torches, and Knox's plaque peeling and crumbling.
The apprentice quickly closed his eyes to avoid seeing Cecilia - the price of the Scroll of Oath is will. From the moment he used divine magic to save Eze, he was paying for his faith in exchange for power.
He only used three magical spells in the battle in the hall because his willpower could only afford so much. Uriel couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he thought of this. He could feel what it was like to be in a state of despair. If Joey hadn't woken him up in time, he would probably have been immersed in grief and despair until he became numb.
What's more, the Scroll of Oath will not charge a fee on the spot. It will seize the moment when the user's heart is broken and let the emotions burst out.
The past is like a long river flowing through my heart——
Uriel was already standing in front of the undead. He heard the painful wails in the gray flames, and the faces fleeting in the darkness, all of which were Cecilia's faces.
"The price is really bearable." There was no use closing his eyes now, he whispered, "Stop torturing me, Cecila. If you go back on your word, you will be fired by Mr. Eze. You don't want to leave the tavern, do you?"
No one is more afraid of leaving Knox than Miss Carrot, and the Apprentice believes that. Then these illusions could not find any space and fell apart in the dim light.
As his mind gradually calmed down, golden dust flew out from the corridor behind Joey.
Scroll of Oath!
"It's in the hall!" The apprentice turned his head suddenly, and now he knew why he defied gravity and fell straight into the hall. They fall through the skylight when the ground collapses, and the magic explodes.
Because the Tome of the Oath is incompatible with the Necromancer's fire, higher mysteries do not obey the control of lower mysteries. The Scroll of Oath already had an owner, and Uriel received its approval. The Necromancer hid the Scroll of Oath in the hall, and he placed part of his fire in it.
The hall was nearly destroyed in the battle, and Joey had no worries. He opened his arms, endless coldness poured out from the roots of his soul, and blazing white flames danced in those deep blue eyes.
The ice crackled and spread across the outer porch. White frost blocked the murals and froze the reliefs, extinguishing all the colors wherever they touched; the cold winter swept over the castle, cracking the steel, and suddenly the dusty rock pillars looked like jade.
Chloe's messenger stepped on the glacier, and the sunlight that lost its footing in the gap also cooled down.
"...!!"
Uriel took a breath and was extremely glad that the other party reminded him to use precognition magic. Otherwise, if this magic hits him, Newell will not be the only one to suffer.
The undead's body began to tremble violently. Uriel dodged the sharp spears and pressed his arms to push the tall and ferocious body onto the gravel. He picked up an iron frame and cut off the bright red blood lines all over his body. .
Now that Newell is freed from the restraints of his body, it's not hard to guess how he controls the body.
Joey turned and rushed into the corridor. His figure was as fast as light dancing in the air, and the apprentice was relieved, knowing that the Necromancer had no room to struggle anymore.
"You will not succeed." The priest's eyes were drooping, and the pink flesh strands were tugging at them. The undead easily pushed the apprentice away, causing the latter to hit the steps. "I am already nameless, and my soul will live on forever!"
"You are just using other people's lives to extend yourself. After Joey destroyed the Scroll of Oath, all you can rely on is magic power." Uriel did not look directly at the other person's face, he called out: "Katie! "
A large glob of ink enveloped the Necromancer. Just like when the black cat helped the apprentice block the fragments of the knight's sword in a critical moment, the magic in the air suddenly disappeared.
"This is impossible!" Newell screamed, the remaining eye showing disbelief, panic and ferociousness.
Almost at the same time, the gray-white shadow fell out of the undead's body. They had nowhere to stay, and the flames wrapped in nothingness screamed and flew around the room.
Grief made him lower his head, and Uriel couldn't imagine if there was Cecilia among them, or anyone he had ever met. He seemed to be breathing the air of hell, enduring the sting and spitting out the sentence: "Now you don't even have magic power anymore."
The necromancer who returned to his body stared at him with a roar in his throat.
Uriel thrust the iron thorn into Newell's heart, "This is the first time."
The screen suddenly shattered——
