Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 82, I am the hunter and the prey!
"Ian Hyde's negative energy limit has been permanently increased by 10%. Should it be increased now?"
A dull mechanical voice sounded.
"yes!"
Ian answered quickly.
I don't know if it was Ian's illusion. After he finished his answer, he saw a cloud of gray mist flying out of the obelisk. With a hiss, the hunter's obelisk flew out of nothingness. Then there was only a "bang" sound, and his body
There is a feeling of moisture.
Next, a cold and refreshing touch filled his whole body. Ian felt like he had entered an ice cellar during the heat. The refreshing pleasure almost made him moan.
Just as he was immersed in it, his vision suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness for an instant. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was completely dark.
Moreover, the whole body was sticky and smelly. When I touched it, it was covered with stains, as if I had just been fished out of the mire.
(Wash the bones and remove the marrow?)
Before he had time to think about it, he was already overwhelmed by the smell. He was so excited that he hurried to the bathroom and rinsed it carefully. He returned to the bedroom feeling refreshed.
(It’s so weird, why did you lose consciousness? Could it be that you fell asleep because you were too comfortable?)
The feeling was so intoxicating that he had no choice but to think so.
Now... let's see how much it has improved. On the newly changed sheets, Ian closed his eyes and concentrated, attracting a lot of negative energy into his body like a whirlpool.
At this moment, he felt that the negative energy was almost half of Roger's.
(Damn, it’s only half of it!)
Ian was shocked by his idea. So what is the true upper limit of Roger's negative energy?
Ten minutes later, the negative energy dissipated and he stretched comfortably.
"You can almost cast Red Ant Acid Mist three more times, Bone Shield four times or Dark Surge ten times, which is pretty good."
For the awakened, this is a huge improvement. After all, a wizard who has been awakened for less than a year can grow to a height that others can reach in five to seven years. Ian cannot help but be satisfied with himself.
As for the figure of five to seven years, his estimate is quite safe. After all, they accepted the feedback from the monastery's year-end sacrifice a year ago. Now, he can confidently say that I am not a rookie.
Now that you have started, finish it in one go.
"Ian Hyde's negative energy limit has been permanently increased by 10%. Should it be increased now?"
A dull mechanical voice sounded.
"yes!"
Ian answered quickly.
The same thing happened again. Half an hour later, after taking another shower and changing clothes and sheets, Ian leaned against the wall and giggled.
Ten percent of 1 is 0.1, and ten percent of 1.1 is 0.11, so the total amount is 1.21. In other words, Ian's improvement is huge.
The 10% increase in his second promotion is based on the upper limit after the first promotion, rather than the original upper limit. In this way, as long as he continues to hunt evil believers or fanatic believers, he can continue to
Increase the upper limit of negative energy.
We all know that most of the wizard's combat power comes from the energy absorbed into the body, and as the level increases, the upper limit of the energy that the wizard's body can hold will become larger and larger. If it can be converted into digital calculations, then it
Each increase is calculated as a power.
The larger the base, the larger the power.
This is Ian's trump card to distance himself from other wizards.
Based on Ian's current knowledge, apart from gods, he has not heard of any witchcraft, potion, formula or wizard that can do this.
The Hunter's Obelisk is truly terrifying.
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In the following days, he stayed in the Church of the Scythe Bearer, refusing to leave even a step, trying to consume all the witchcraft mixture before the end of the year.
At the same time, he is also paying attention to training his control. There should not be too many cases of loss of control and death due to the surge of energy, and he does not want to be one of them.
Ian made a detailed plan for himself.
Monday to Friday:
In the morning, get up at six o'clock and have breakfast;
From 7 a.m. to 12 a.m., go to the abandoned Leins Church to practice magic, improve your proficiency, spell casting speed, and work hard to control the increased negative energy;
Go back to eat from 12 to 1 noon, take a lunch break until 2 o'clock;
From 2pm to 7pm, continue to practice magic;
7pm to 8pm: dinner time;
From eight o'clock to twelve o'clock at night, continue to practice magic until the negative energy in the body is used up.
As for the two days on the weekend, he has other plans.
Since he was the one who brought these children into the monastery, he felt it was necessary to help them adapt in advance to avoid losing their lives in vain. This move he called "job training."
Every Saturday morning, he first went to Willie's house to pick up the two Arabella sisters and bring them to the church, and then explained to these children the basic situation of Todes Cemetery, special taboos, and daily work in the coming period.
After probably spending a whole morning explaining it, he would set tasks for these children according to the monastic order and set corresponding punishments. In order to prevent them from having to die in vain, Ian set up a relatively cruel corporal punishment - if they could not complete it,
Not only was he not allowed to eat, but he was also whipped three times.
He gave instructions to the soldiers under Warren not to be too cruel, but they must see blood.
Only when they saw blood did they know how to be afraid, how to avoid being willful, and then they had a chance to survive. Many apprentices had died because of this, and he really didn't want to see such a meaningless sacrifice.
In this way, ordinary days passed day by day, Jasmine was nowhere to be seen, Roger, who had gone out, still did not come back, and the Scythe Bearer Church was completely occupied by a group of boy scouts.
Ian counted the days. It was now May, and he estimated that Sheen and the others would not be able to come back until November. These two people did not have as many people as he did, and they did not have so much money to spread, and they did not have as much money as him.
Good luck having a pastor like Roger who is familiar with the surrounding situation.
The best and luckiest thing is that there are secondary spirit envoys who indirectly "helped" him collect so many gifted children, saving him from searching for them one by one.
Regarding this group of children, there were about ten of them who were Nancy's students. They used to visit there frequently in the hope that the old lady could change her mind.
It's a pity that the other party is very stubborn, and none of those children have the wildness and courage like Whittier - the wildness may be there, but it is not enough to suppress fear.
After almost half a month, he gave up completely. The task had been overfulfilled anyway, and there was no need to continue struggling - after all, he was a wizard, not a salesman or a human trafficker.
All that was left was to wait for the end of the year to come and he would go back in time.
As for why he doesn't go back now, Ian is not stupid. He doesn't want to see that old guy Abel Fox hanging around under his nose for no reason. Is he looking for trouble for himself?
Now, it is a safer and safer way to slowly spend time outside, pass your two-year punishment period, work hard to improve your strength, and try to find a mentor as a backer.
As for the spokesmen of the gods and the sons of the apocalypse, get out of here.
May, June, July, August, time soon comes to October, autumn, the harvest season, is also the season when people in the world have the most complicated emotions.
The joy of a good harvest, the complaints about heavy taxes, the worries about winter, and the disappointment of not being able to see the future.
For Ian, everything is running smoothly and in a good direction.
After obtaining the second-level energy stone, Valen successfully broke through in July and became his first knight. On the day of the breakthrough, he curiously tested it and was shocked by the results.
Without using the red ant acid mist, Valen could place the sword on his neck within three minutes. Both the bone shield technique and the summoning of the undead technique were vulnerable; even if the red ant acid mist was used to shield the opponent,
With his senses, he can only rely on this magic to escape. As for attacking... the knight's fighting instinct will let him know how powerful it is.
What made him even more discouraged was that Valen didn't use any martial arts at all and crushed him to death with speed and strength alone. The gap between a formal knight and an awakened person was just that big.
"What about comparing with Roger?" Ian asked curiously.
Warren thought for a moment, and suddenly the fierce and unpredictable sword appeared in his mind, and an icy chill came from the bottom of his heart.
He shook his head without hesitation and said, "I feel like he can kill me without even using that move." After saying this, he felt deeply afraid of Roger.
Fortunately, such a person is the young master's friend.
But what Ian thought was that he was worthy of being the disciple of mentor Jacques-Louis Zion, which was too perverted.
For a moment, he thought of senior awakeners such as Sean Gegre, Xi, Sandy Taylor, and Arthur Elliot. They became wizards earlier than Roger. What about their strength?
Furthermore, aren’t the veteran talents in the monastery such as Shirley Becky, Christy Hurt, Jocelyn Wood, and Philip Croft even more powerful?
What does your own strength mean to others?
Shocked to realize this, Ian's heart skipped a beat and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Do you dare to relax after just a few months without experiencing danger?"
When he first arrived in another world, he encountered the fatal murder of Gervas, the year-end sacrifice was killed by the Son of Apocalypse, and he suffered torture and trial because he angered Abel Fox. Countless dark memories came up with his thoughts, almost killing him.
Exploded.
Fear, anger, powerlessness, sadness.
A sense of hysterical despair gradually rose up in his heart, as if he was in a sea where even those fully equipped giant ships could capsize at any time in a raging undercurrent, and he just clung to a broken sampan to survive.
This is no longer a terrible feeling, but a feeling of falling into an abyss.
There is light in the world, but there is no god in the abyss!
No one rescues, no one survives!
Ian sat up silently, saying nothing in the darkness. Only his heavy breathing proved that he was still alive.
He suddenly thought that the root cause of all this happened to him was that he was just a weak wizard who had been awakened for less than a year.
If he has powerful magic items, if he masters forbidden moves, if he has the talent to kill everything instantly...
"I understand, in the main plane, in Camelot, and in Norton Mountain, being weak is the original sin, and you should be bullied. You can't resist when you are coerced. You have to be grateful when you are slapped. You can't die standing, you can only kneel.
live.
Wizards, what are wizards? They are not animals that prey on the weak!
Hahaha... Spokesperson of the gods, evil believers, fanatic believers, just wait, I'm here to kill you."