The magic power circulates endlessly on the surface of the body, and the magic circuit on the nameless magic armor seems to be growing inside Sieg's body.
Compared to man-made magic circuits controlled by mental power, this feeling of being able to control by instinct allowed Sieg to experience for the first time what it was like to no longer be disabled.
Surprise, shock, emotion, the emotions are a bit complicated, but I can sum it up in one word, cool.
"call……"
He let out a breath to calm down his agitated mood. The calmness brought by his long life meant that the joy at this moment was not enough to make Sieg lose his usual calmness.
The space of the Seed of Eden is still a bit too narrow for Sieg in dragon form. After the large space is occupied by experimental equipment, there is not much space left for Sieg. He can only let the dragon body move with one He was huddled in the corner of the Seed of Eden space in a very twisted posture.
The dragon's body gradually shrank, and the nameless demon armor covering the dragon's body also changed simultaneously, taking back the proliferated material into its main body. When Sieg transformed into a human form, the nameless demon armor also returned to its original bone armor. The appearance is hidden under Ziege's clothes.
"It seems that this kind of independent space for storing one's own body parts is an ability shared by various high-level creatures."
Wang Yu watched the nameless magic armor take back the growth part that did not match its own size into the body, and found that most powerful creatures seemed to have this ability.
"Is this armor trying to compete for your control? According to the previous test results, no matter how powerful the user wearing it is, it will try to seize control of the wearer's body after regaining a certain strength, but after Professor From your perspective, it doesn’t seem like there is.”
Aviya adjusted the perfect fractal lens on her right eye, began to observe the state of the nameless demon armor under Sieg's clothes, and asked Sieg how he felt about the armor.
"No, I can feel some simple thoughts connected to this armor. The feeling is satisfaction and surrender, so I think there may be some errors in the logical judgment of the armor's behavior before."
Sieg stroked the armor under his clothes with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Is that so? It seems that the maker of this armor has set very high requirements for the strength of its users."
Seemingly enlightened, Aviya also realized that she might have some misunderstandings about the armor based on a series of tests she had done on the nameless demon armor.
The nameless magic armor robs the user of control of the body, most likely not to get a physical body that can be used, but because it feels that the person wearing it is too good, and it wants to fight it by itself...
After being used by Sieg as a giant dragon, this armor has been fully recognized and surrendered to Sieg, and at the same time, the wearer is very satisfied with Sieg.
"Now, my personal use and control of magic power are completely different from those in the past. Some of the conjectures I made before can also be more completely verified."
"I have an idea about the direction of metamagic research. If the theory can be completely sorted out, it should speed up the experimental process of many Truth Supervisory Committees."
Sieg told a few people about the relationship between dragon language magic and super magic that he had previously verified in the library with the help of the information there. After his understanding of magic has reached a higher level, Sieg plans to further verify this conjecture.
"It's a very possible guess, but professor, do you really plan to spread dragon language magic to a wider range? For the dragon clan, dragon language magic is also a very precious secret."
After listening to Sieg's theory, Aviya nodded in agreement, but also raised her questions.
"Progress is always a ladder of previous progress. If you don't lay down the ladder, you will never be able to reach a higher place. In my opinion, super magic is definitely an excellent direction for the future of magic. As for dragon language magic, then Let it be the ladder to the super-magic.”
Sieg smiled and said that he would never be too precious about knowledge, and he would never be stingy about sharing it as long as he could go further with it.
Besides, do the existing dragon clans really have the time to care about these things...
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In the plane of the undead, the desolate and silent world is illuminated by the faint light emitted by the dim ring of fire. The undead are engaged in endless battles day after day.
Unless new souls of the dead from the main plane fall into this plane, they will bring a trace of "vitality" to this lifeless world.
And in a certain area of the plain outside the basin where Old Bones is located, there is a "liveliness" that is rare to see in the plane of the undead for a long time.
A space crack opened here, and people in black robes were constantly crawling out from it. However, as soon as a part of their body was exposed, they were immediately chopped into pieces by something existing on the outer layer of the portal, and turned into pieces. A pile of frighteningly soft bone and blood residue fell to the ground and rolled everywhere.
Every ten seconds or so, someone would walk out of it, and then be cut to pieces by something on the outer layer of the portal. A large number of corpse fragments had been piled outside the portal, with blood flowing across it and a fishy smell rising to the sky.
On top of the pile of broken flesh and blood, a group of uncertain spirits float. People who die in the plane of the undead will be quickly eroded by the unique power of the plane of the undead. If the body is intact, it may turn into a skeleton or a zombie. , if the corpse is broken into a pile of dregs like it is now, it can only become the weakest ghost.
If there are enough of these newly dead spirits and more broken flesh and blood, it is possible that quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and bloody creepers will be born in this hill of flesh and blood.
But it's impossible now. This extremely rare fresh flesh and blood in the undead plane has attracted an eternally hungry abomination.
"Croak, crunch, crunch."
The abomination inserted the butcher knife into the hill of flesh and blood piled up in front of the portal, scooped up a large piece of rotten meat covered with blood, and put it into its dirty and ferocious mouth to chew. The abomination felt unprecedented satisfaction.
The iron hook was pierced, but the corroded hook of the entity successfully penetrated the head of a ghost created by the newly deceased, dragging it towards the abomination, and was swallowed by the abomination, nourishing the fire of the other party's soul.
Just like eating a buffet, the huge Abomination squatted next to this portal, eating the fresh meat and spiritual bodies that were constantly being produced. While feeling the ultimate enjoyment, his size also continued to grow, and his strength increased dramatically.
One hundred and seventy-eight, one hundred and seventy-nine, the number of people who walked out of the portal and were killed immediately had already exceeded three digits. No one knew why these beings kept dying.
Until the 180th person, when he stepped out of the portal, he was not immediately cut into pieces like the previous people. He looked at his intact body in disbelief, and he immediately He raised his hands and tried to say something.
"Pfft!"
However, before he could say anything, a butcher's knife fell from the sky, splitting the "lucky man" who was not minced into meat into two parts from top to bottom. The giant abomination was now several times larger than the normal abomination. Still waiting for new food to arrive.
He picked up half of the black-robed man's body and put it into his mouth to chew. The firm texture, which was different from the meat paste, made Abomination let out a strange cry of satisfaction. The scattered scales exposed on the skin of the remaining half of the black-robed man's body also The identity of the other party has been explained, a member of the Dragon Worship Cult.
The big hand of hatred stretched out to the remaining half of the body of the Dragon Cult member and grabbed it towards him, but at this moment, another person walked out of the portal again. The moment he stepped out of this space, he noticed the huge thing outside the portal. Disgusted, he frowned and raised his finger.
The dark energy gathered between his fingers and shot out at the abhorred head with a fearful expression, penetrating the opponent's soul fire.
The soul fire penetrated by the black energy completely disintegrated and dissipated, and the huge body of hatred fell backwards, crashing onto the ground, bringing up a cloud of blood and dust.
"That silver dragon is still the same silver dragon. It does a good job of disguising the traces of its actions. It even disguises the plane passages left behind as space turbulence. Once it patrols the traces, it will be left by it. The space blade below cuts into minced meat.”
"The remaining power of this simple disguise killed hundreds of believers. Generally speaking, I give up when encountering such a situation that is most likely caused by space turbulence. It's a pity that the strange object has pointed out the location of the remaining dragons. No matter how you hide it, it doesn't make any sense."
Only the higher-level undead can make abominations show fearful expressions. What came out of the portal was a pale female lich. Her spell to kill abominations was the lich's signature ability. refer to.
As the deputy bishop of the Dragon Worship Cult in the mainland, Varma is a Dracolich. He not only has the amazing spellcasting ability of a lich, but also has good physical strength, and can even transform into a powerful bone dragon form. .
Taking out a statue-like object from the void, Varma placed it in the palm of his hand.
Strange Object·Blood Mark. This thing looks like a sculpture. It depicts a headless hunter with a bow and arrow pointing to the sky in the distance. There is a pile of mud-like things beside him. I don’t know what they are.
Varma opened the pocket space, took out a still beating heart, crushed it on the top of the strange object's head, and let the hot blood soak into the sculpture in his hand.
The strange object was stained with blood and quickly absorbed the blood. The arrows on the hunter's bow turned from gray to red, emitting a slight light, and the piles of mud-like things around him gradually became clear, revealing the appearance of giant dragons.
At some point, the hunter's movements changed, and the bow in his hand shot out, turning into a red light ribbon in Varma's eyes to point somewhere in the distance.
"I found you. A part of "him" flows in the blood of all dragons. How can it be possible to completely hide yourself?"
The corners of his mouth were raised stiffly, and Dracolich Varma murmured to himself. His body turned into a ball of black smoke and flew away in the direction pointed by the strange object·blood mark.
"The last exam was finished this afternoon. After that, I will resume the daily update rhythm of around 4,500 and above. I will add more updates if possible. I have also been making some transitions recently. By the way, I will continue to recycle some things that reveal the world and the Elf City. In the same way, the plot will pick up quickly after a while, and then it will be even more intense and I won’t be able to stop hahh.”
