"Yo Xi, the wound has scarred. Pay attention to your diet in the following days, eat more light food, go to bed early and get up early, and you will be fine in ten days and a half."
A little-known Donghai branch does not have a specialized military hospital. No one knows what those part-time military doctors did before. Except that they will not kill you, anything can happen.
So this is the medical clinic in Shieldstown.
"Thank you doctor!"
Lovett sat up from the recliner, pulled the shirt on the side and put it on, buttoning it up.
"You're welcome, I'm a doctor."
Wow…
After washing his hands in a basin of water and pondering for a moment, the half-century-old doctor came to the front of the medicine cabinet and began to prescribe medicine for Lovett.
"do you know……"
He suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
Lovett was startled.
"The stainless steel cat claws used by pirate Crowe are thicker and much narrower than ordinary blades... so they will not leave such smooth and neat wounds on the cut surface."
After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the small medical clinic suddenly became solemn.
The afternoon sun shines diagonally through the door on the wall, making it dry and muggy.
Under the bright sun, there were only a few people walking on the street, and they all went back to their houses to take shelter. With the seemingly tireless chirping of cicadas on the treetops beside the street, the huge town seemed so... lifeless at the moment.
But the chill…
It always pervades this ward that is only separated by a screen and should be hot and dry.
Buzz!
Necromantic Magic·Ghost Hand!
A pool of ink appeared on the floor behind the doctor, and a pale skeletal arm with an ominous aura stretched out from it, slowly grabbing at his ankle.
Half a hundred doctors seemed to know nothing about it and were still carefully selecting medicines.
"This is not the first time for the boys in the branch to fight the Black Cat Pirates, and it is not the first time for me, old man... to deal with severed limbs."
"This kind of wound... reminds me of Colonel Skinner. His sword is very fast, and his favorite method is to cut off limbs to make pirates lose the ability to resist and capture them alive."
That's why Lovett doesn't like lying. One lie often needs to be completed with another lie, endlessly.
"You shouldn't have told me this."
The Bone Claw is already approaching. Unless you have the cunning movement speed of "Hundred Strategies" Crowe, this distance is unavoidable.
As long as the skin is scratched by the bone claws, the toxins and curses contained on it will be like the saliva of the Komodo dragon, constantly eating away at the health of the prey, killing people invisible.
"Why don't you report me?"
Mengka does not know the truth, and Lovett is very sure of this. The soul fluctuations invisible to ordinary people are more obvious to the necromancer than the morning light.
"No need!"
After finding a piece of hemp paper to wrap the medicine, the doctor slowly tied the rope and stopped.
"As long as a patient appears in front of me, I can't just ignore it. Whether I tell them or not, the result will not change at all... I am a doctor and you are a patient, that's all."
"Then in your eyes... am I no longer a patient?"
Lovett grinned and asked indifferently.
Unexpectedly, the doctor nodded decisively.
"Yes."
"I've cured you!"
Lovett was speechless.
"...So get out of this town, pirate!"
In order to reproduce and extend life, Xia Chan is still screaming without knowing whether to live or die.
The doctor did not look back, but a gust of wind suddenly sounded in his ears.
Whoosh!
Wow!
The broad cloak of justice was pulled by the strong wind, making a hunting sound. He only felt a light touch on his hand, and the medicine he prepared disappeared.
Looking up again, I saw an empty corner of the white coat by the door, and then quickly disappeared.
call……
Looking at the wall that reflected the sun's glare, he let out a long sigh.
"Pirates, navy... when will this day end!"
After saying this, the tense nerves relaxed. Half a hundred doctors' clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat, and their eyesight turned black.
In the evening, his family, who were waiting for him to come home for dinner, discovered that he had not arrived home on time. Curious, they came to the hospital to take a look and found that the old man was sitting on a chair with a smile on his face and passed away peacefully.
"Maybe it's due to overwork? Doctor Sheldon..."
"It is said that he died of a sudden heart attack. Doctors cannot heal themselves!"
"What a good person! Everything was fine yesterday..."
The neighbors discussed this.
…
"It's time to prepare to leave!"
Deep in the forest, in a hidden natural cave.
Lovett sewed Colonel Skinner's right hand onto the body of a zombie puppet, allowing it to stand up and take two steps to adapt to its new limbs.
It takes more than ten days for ordinary magic apprentices to figure out the most basic runes, and runes are visual spell patterns developed by mages to educate their disciples.
Don't think about it.
It takes an average person more than ten years to go from a "spell apprentice" to know magic to a "mage apprentice" to master magic, so the mages are also anxious.
But for Lovett, who holds the title of "Black Earl", the learning process can be omitted.
Ten days were enough for him to reach the real ocean of magic, which took others more than ten years to accumulate knowledge and understand magic.
He himself possesses the knowledge reserve and spell-casting ability of "the first person under the Holy Ten", but is limited by the condition of his soul and has an upper limit to his performance.
It is impossible to work part-time.
In exchange for his anonymity, he, a second lieutenant in the Navy, had no status, no way out, and even his scope of action was fixed.
So leaving is inevitable.
The doctor's words only reminded him to speed up preparations.
"Pirate?"
"I thought the biggest difficulty in the beginning was the broken arm, but I didn't expect that identity was the most troublesome thing."
Lovett's eyes were downcast and he smiled self-deprecatingly.
"That's fine!"
Anyway, once the undead magic is exposed, he only has two choices...
"Now the only spells that can be used without any burden are half-mana-star spells, and the mental capacity has barely reached the threshold of a junior mage... So we can't forcefully break in, we have to take advantage of the situation and look for opportunities."
Controlling the puppets to fight each other like giant bears to confirm their combat level, Lovett closed his eyes and meditated.
"With 27 undead and spells, there are not many people in the East China Sea who can pose a threat to me, but the battlefield is an unfamiliar ocean, and I lack the means of movement and can only be beaten passively... What should I do?"
Let the undead build ships deep in the forest?
How stupid that is!
"As expected, we still have to rely on the warships of Branch 153."
"Let me be healthy..."
With that said, Ron separated the undead who were fighting lively, held his breath and concentrated, and returned his thoughts to the sea of souls.
"Sea of Souls" is just a name. Mages use magic to turn their conscious world into an illusory space that can be explored.
It's not an ocean that holds souls, it's not even an actual existence.
Different schools of magic have different names for the Sea of Souls. After all, there are differences between the schools of magicians... Haha!
Rumble!
When his eyes brightened again, Lovett had arrived in a vast universe.
There are fragments of broken "mirrors" floating everywhere in the dark world, reflecting Lovett's pale face in the apocalyptic lightning.
That is Lovett's original soul...we.
In the storm of time and space, his soul was torn into thousands of pieces waiting to be decomposed.
Fortunately, the compatibility with this body was very high, and he was dragged out before the subject's consciousness dissipated.
If he wants to put all these soul fragments back together... To be honest, he has never encountered such a situation, and Lovett doesn't know how far he can recover.
In this dream-like world with no distinction between up, down, left and right, no time or space, there is a bright ball of light suspended in the center, which is the quantitative display of Lovett's mental power.
It’s the same principle as a car’s fuel gauge.
When I was at my peak, this ball of light was as big as the entire world, illuminating the world with bright lights and boundless vastness!
Now only the corners the size of a human head are left, dim and dull.
"Start the simulation and calculate all available half-star and one-star spells!"
Lovett skillfully placed his hand on the ball of light and let his mind wander.
Why is it said that all mages are monsters whose spirit dominates the body?
The spirit here is not "mental power", but their "self-knowledge".
For a mage, as long as there is a need, not to mention the body, including his own soul, is a tool that can be used!
Just like Lovett is now using his magic knowledge to perform simulation calculations in the soul sea.
The mages are rigorous, calm, and unscrupulous in their pursuit of the truth, reaching a level of cruelty, coldness, and inhumanity.
In fact, mages no longer regard themselves as human beings.
Theoretically speaking, after the soul evolves to the level of a formal mage, it is indeed not related to "human beings".
This is the evolution of life forms!
"Mage" is a separate racial name.
Therefore, necromancy magic is dark and evil in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the circle of mages, they are no different from chefs and meat sellers...
Well, of course this is not a good description.
Several thousand-year wars have dragged countless people into the water, and instead of being reduced to the point where everyone shouts for beatings, it is because... the necromancers are good at fighting.
We are the best at fighting those who do research!
Even if you are not straightforward, you are strong.jpg
All in all, mages are such a group of guys who are separated from ordinary people, have their own system, and enclose their own territory.
Back to the main story, the powerful spiritual blessing allows the mage's brain to have computing limits far beyond human imagination. The human brain is comparable to a computer, but that kind of speed is often not something that the brains of mages who do not pay attention to physical exercise can bear.
In addition, to deduce some high-power spells, you need to find the only feasible solution among hundreds of millions or hundreds of billions of possibilities, and a few heads are not enough.
Then, the lich who abandoned his body and thought with his soul appeared.
Breaking away from the limitations of the physical body, the stronger the mental power, the faster the computing speed. In theory, there is no upper limit!
However, the disadvantages of being a lich are too obvious, and the mage world is not peaceful.
As a result, some people began to try to use their own souls as computing tools. Since then, the soul sea has also changed from a thing that simply checks the state of one's soul to a favorite private laboratory of mages.
In this state, by shielding the shackles of the physical body, mages can perform calculations at a speed comparable to that of a lich. After leaving this state, they can continue to enjoy the sense of security brought by the physical body, which is simply perfect.
Limited by the state of his soul, Lovett was naturally unable to achieve the level he had before, but the half-star and one-star spells were not difficult for him, and he could deduce them very quickly.
In a simulated state that did not put any burden on the brain at all, Lovett quickly listed the spells one by one and recited them silently one by one.
"Resurrection type summons·Bone march, summons from the dead world·Bone armor...Bone evolution·Bone tooth sword, bone magic·Bone dissolution...Soul magic·Wraith creation...Curse magic·Pain enhancement, Acid rain prefix·Acid
Liquid spell, Cursed Plague System, Scavenging Black Crow... Well, I have gained an unexpected amount!"
Lovett chuckled.
After becoming the "Black Earl", he rarely used these low-level spells used to train his apprentices, and he did not use them at all against opponents who were worthy of his action.
Every move and every move is a high-power spell that can be called a miracle in the eyes of ordinary people.
Now that he is limited by his soul state, he has no choice but to review these kindergarten knowledge, which gives him a unique fun... that makes him laugh.
Back then, I actually thought these spells were difficult to break and even cheated on me?
Ah, so embarrassing!
But the low mana of these spells does not mean that they are useless. Take the half-star spell "Bone Dissolution" as an example. The casting distance starts at 10m. It can make the bones in the target's body brittle or even melt on the spot through the protection of flesh and blood.
It is much more trouble-free than soul magic to deal with situations where experimental materials are stubbornly resisting but do not want to harm their lives.
Suddenly, Lovett opened his eyes.
"Almost forgot about this!"
Unlike zombie puppets that can be stitched at will, in order to create an arm that is highly compatible with the soul, three-star mana of flesh magic and flesh proliferation is required, so Lovett has no plans to review low-level flesh magic in the short term.
If it hadn't been for today's deduction, he would have almost forgotten this hero who made him stand out from a group of mage apprentices and become a disciple of the descendants of the Musk family.
"One-star flesh magic·Scarlet Wrath!"
Reading the name softly, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Lovett's eyes.
"This is the first magic I created..."
After that, he exited the soul sea and chanted a spell.
Hiss... hiss...
There was a piercing sound of wind, and his heart was "dong-dong-dong" vibrating with a frequency exceeding 200. Lovett's face suddenly turned abnormally red.
But if you look closely, you will find that the scarlet color does not come from the accelerated flow of blood, but from countless tiny blood drops seeping out of his skin, refracting light and dyeing the skin red.
The zombie puppets didn't know what was going on, but they felt the dangerous smell on their master's body suddenly surged, and they roared uneasily and walked fast.
I want to run away, but I don't dare.
………………
I take back what I said yesterday, express delivery just released the CD [Manual Vomiting Blood] today!
I finally found the time to publish the book on Monday. I thought I could successfully sign the contract on Friday and change the status to recommendation. However, first the publishing time was wrong and the review had to wait until the next day. Then the editor was not notified in advance and the signing was delayed for another two days. Now the express delivery is still available.
So slow, so...
But speaking of it, Dashu has been writing books for two years, and he seems to have never succeeded once, emmmm... Anyway, I have seen through the world of mortals.