The sun sets in the west and the sun sets at dusk.
The warship with the navy's seagull and scales flag swayed along with the waves, the sun's residual heat hitting the body warmly, and the surroundings were lonely. Only the "sand" sound of the sea water lapping against the ship's hull could be heard, along with the faint smell of sea water in the air.
The strong sea breeze makes people sleepy.
but……
Another strange smell of rust was so strong that it rushed straight into the nose, making the scalp numb, the skull cold, and adrenaline soaring. It was impossible for anyone to fall asleep in this environment.
Those who fall asleep will never wake up again...
perhaps.
"Ugh...it hurts!"
In the dim cabin, a young man with black hair and a haggard face sat up, covering his forehead. He was wearing rags full of greasy black dirt, and his short and medium-length hair was stained and knotted by hair oil. He looked like a man.
It's like a sour bun fished out of a smelly ditch...or just bitten into it.
"hiss……!!"
With a slight movement unconsciously, a heartbreaking pain hit him. The young man suddenly opened his eyes. In this dark prison, those eyes were frighteningly bright.
"This is……?!"
Through the faint light from the ventilation window, the young man's pupils suddenly narrowed and he looked at his left arm.
To be precise, it was the second half of the humerus of the left arm. The entire left arm was severed from the elbow, and was wrapped in a piece of torn gauze in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
But it's obviously of no use.
The white gauze soaked into the blood and fell to the ground drop by drop.
"I remember that I was supposed to do an experiment in the laboratory...an experiment of using the archlich's phylactery as a source of energy to forcefully open the door to the underworld...and then? What happened?"
The young man did not rush to stop the bleeding, but frowned in thought.
A picture unfolds in my mind.
In the bright undead castle laboratory, the curses of the unlucky lich were extremely vicious, and the space-time gap that was opened was extremely clear. This super memory is an instinct that every mage must master.
Immediately, white dots flashed in the center of the screen and spread rapidly in a radial pattern. In the blink of an eye, everything was swallowed up by the "light" of nothingness.
"Ho!"
With a muffled groan, the young man covered his head again, showing pain on his face.
But this time he didn't close his eyes again. Although it was painful, there was undisguised joy in his eyes.
"So, the experiment failed?"
The experiment of trying to use illegal means to open the door to the underworld did fail, but everything now proves that his idea is correct!
If he were to choose a borderless land instead of the underworld as his target, he would be a unique pioneer!
For example now...
"A strong elemental aura, but it is all ownerless and has not been contaminated by any magic power..."
Through the cage railings, the young man's eyes were bright, and black particles swirled inwards around his pupils, allowing him to see everything around him clearly in the darkness.
Basic spell·Night vision!
The light was utilized to the maximum extent, allowing him to see clearly the insects in the gaps in the opposite wall, the mottled iron gates, the heavy locks, and the rusty torture instruments.
hiss……
call……
Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth.
"This is a... brand new world!!"
A world full of unknowns, without any high-level mage or morning star spirit, wild and remote, waiting for him to discover...or even plunder!
"It just didn't start well..."
Lowering his head, the young man looked at his broken arm that was still bleeding, and frowned.
As the genius necromancer known as "the closest thing to the Holy Ten under the starry sky", [Black Earl] Lovett Francis, he could undoubtedly see that his body was about to die.
No, to be precise, he has died once.
The emptiness of his soul being separated from his body was fed back to his soul through the remaining instincts in his body. He couldn't admit this feeling was wrong.
"As expected, the physical body was lost in the turbulence of time and space, but the soul was preserved and did not transform into a void beast. This shows that this body is very compatible with me..."
He thought with a headache.
Only a body with a very high degree of soul compatibility can "suck" him out of the turbulence of time and space on the verge of death.
"We have to find a way to prevent our body from dying!"
In the past, injuries of this magnitude would not have been taken seriously by Lovett. As a necromancer, his body was just a precious experimental material that was very compatible with his soul.
With the strength of his soul as "the first person under the Holy Ten", he can survive without the body for hundreds of years without any burden.
But that confidence came from the high-level magic knowledge and spell-casting abilities he mastered at that time. There were hundreds of ways to preserve the soul, and now that he had just escaped from the turbulence of time and space...
Closing his eyes to relieve the dryness and soreness of his eyeballs, Lovett smiled wryly.
"Is the spell burden even for an inferior apprentice so heavy? The magic power is too weak."
"Mana" is not a simple noun, but a word that summarizes the process of casting spells.
They are not a concept that can be quantified like chakra, and do not exist in the body or soul of the mage. They only define the process of the evolution of the effects derived from the spiritual power of the mage.
In other words, the strength of "mana" does not mean the strength of the mage.
The "process" in which a mage performs magic by controlling runes with his mental power, communicating with natural elements, making sacrifices, etc. The "work" done by part of the mental power consumed in casting the spell is the so-called "mana".
The greater the work, the stronger the magic power.
Magic is actually such a thing that is reasonable and reasonable. After the mystery is unveiled, it does not consider whether others can tolerate it or not.
Therefore, the foundation of spellcasting is built on the spiritual attributes of the mage's body, and the strength of the soul determines the normal amount of mental power and the upper limit of casting.
To put it simply, Lovett, who was baptized by the turbulence of time and space, and whose soul was almost torn apart and dissolved, could not necessarily cast as many spells as a spell apprentice (temporary worker) who works as a handyman at a roadside enchantment stall.
You must know that magic apprentice and mage apprentice are two different concepts.
"Flesh and blood hyperplasia is a necromantic magic that can only be used by a formal mage with enough mental strength. The magic power is as high as three stars. I don't have that much time to wait for my soul to recover..."
Chi!
Using both hands and mouth, he tore off the rags on his body and tied them tightly to the upper end of his broken arm. He forced himself to calm down and looked around coldly.
This is not the first time he has encountered the dilemma of life and death. Since he is not dead, he will try his best to survive.
The necromancer who did not die on the road to pursue the final mystery is a shame to all necromancers!
"Ship? Ocean?"
Feeling the shaking of the wooden planks under his feet, Lovett began to think: "Sailing without fresh water fruits, vegetables and medicines is tantamount to seeking death. The existence of glass also proves that the level of common sense in this world is not backward."
"So...infirmary!"
Having set his goal, Lovett looked around: "We have to find a way to get out of the cage first."
He didn't know the identity of the original owner of this body, but judging from the neat cross-section of the severed arm that had been clearly chopped off with a knife and the bad situation it was in now, it seemed that either a good person was caught by a bad person, or a bad person was caught by a good person.
.
In short, these are places where it is not easy to escape.
While he was thinking, suddenly, a scream attracted his attention.
"No...don't come over! I still have children and parents at home, please don't kill me! Ah!!"
Plop!
The location of the cell is not hidden, but rather dim.
Lovett looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a middle-aged man wearing white short-sleeved blue trousers and holding an ancient flintlock gun lying at the end of the corridor.
"This outfit... looks a bit familiar."
Lovett was startled.
"Hey, hey, hey, I want to sympathize with you...but the captain's order is to kill everyone, who do you think I should listen to?"
Poof!
Insincere and cruel laughter sounded simultaneously with the sound of sharp blade cutting. The middle-aged man who fell to the ground had blood foaming from the corner of his mouth and stopped breathing with resentment in his eyes.
"What a quick move!"
Lovett watched all this with an indifferent expression. The guy who committed the murder was not tall, but he was very fast, his movements were clean and agile, and he struck through the heart with one blow.
With my current physical condition, can I avoid it?
Lovett is not looking forward to this.
"Brother, there is another one over there..."
At this time, a fat figure appeared at the other end of the corridor, dragging the head of a corpse wearing the same clothes as the middle-aged actor. The visitor did not wear a shirt and only wore a cape. At first glance, he looked very wild.
But the black cat ears on the top of his head, the golden bell on his neck, and his fat, round body make his outfit look very funny.
Ugly cute ugly cute.
"Oh? A pirate who was just captured by the navy?"
Hearing this, the powerful cat-eared pirate rolled his eyes and looked over: "Although we are fellow travelers, I'm sorry if you discovered my other side."
Lovett discovered that they were talking about him.
Although he could not tell whether he was alive or dead by sitting on the wall with his hair covering his face, the fresh blood dripping from his severed arm revealed him... Dead people would not have such clean, clear, steaming blood.
戗!!
The cat-eared pirate came over and cut off the chain of the cell door with his sharp claws, causing sparks to fly.
Seeing Lovett raise his head, his dry and cracked lips moved as if he wanted to beg for mercy, he grinned cruelly.
"If you want to blame it, it's your unlucky fate to appear on this ship, so now...die!"
………………
ps: The new book is on the way, and I still decided on Pirates. I mixed the contents of the three alternative books, and the new book, which I didn’t prepare a word for, came to life instantly! The plot is from Pirates, the power system is from online games, and the comic book is the one to choose from.
I’ll make additional supplements and copy some jokes if I have nothing to do. I’m such a little skr genius! [Manual Funny]
So please support, recommend, and benefit!
Dashu forgot again that a book whose status is changed to "Complete" cannot even change the introduction, let alone publish new chapters, so there is no way to attract traffic from old books.
Today was the bottom of the three updates on the first day. The word count was maintained in the first update before the signing. It only took a few days. After the signing, the two updates were stable without any delay, and it exploded on the shelves.
Author of character, don’t miss it if you pass by. If you take a look, you won’t be able to see that you will suffer a loss or be fooled. Wowotou costs four for one dollar!
