On such a night of strong wind and heavy rain, no one wanted to go out.
Pat pat pat——
The sound of heavy footsteps in the mud forced Jelica to run out of her workshop on this bad rainy night.
In this dark rainy night where she couldn't see her fingers, the shovel in Jelika's hand was the only source of light, emitting weak fluorescence that illuminated her surroundings, but at the same time attracted those things that were already living in the darkness.
Two rusty iron chains suddenly sprang out of the darkness, trying to restrain Jelika.
Jelika nimbly avoided the chain's trajectory. If she couldn't avoid it, she would block it with the shovel in her hand.
But as a result, Jelika's speed was naturally slowed down.
The dirt road under her feet had become difficult to walk on after being soaked by the rain. With the chains blocking her feet for the past two days, Jelika found it difficult to take steps at all.
And at this moment, a hand emerged from the soil under Jelika's feet and grabbed Jelika's ankles.
It was a dead hand.
"Ambush!" Jelica angrily cut off the hand of the corpse that was holding her, and at the same moment, more corpses crawled out of the mud.
"Requiem!"
Jelika clenched the shovel with both hands and stabbed it hard into the mud. For a moment, the silver-white light on the shovel seemed to be injected into the soil. Then, the silver-white light rose from the ground and illuminated the ground.
Around Jelika.
From these rotting corpses, gray shadows were driven out by the silver light. They roared in the air with their teeth and claws, as if they were suffering from pain.
"Evil spirits." This was the first time she encountered a necromancer who manipulated so many evil spirits.
The silvery white light did not last long, it was about to completely dissipate in just a moment, and the evil spirits that had lost the restraint of the light became active again, flying in the air looking for the carrion they were hosting.
However, Jelika would not give these evil spirits a chance. She quickly dragged her spade to draw a circle on the ground, stood in the center and said: "Transfer!"
The silvery white light appeared for a moment, but then disappeared quickly. Unlike the light that expelled the evil spirits from the corpse just now, this time the spell casting seemed to have failed.
However, this is not the case. The sudden light has not dissipated. If you look carefully, you can find that the light is attached to the bodies of the rotting corpses, blocking the evil spirits from returning to the rotting corpses again.
Without the control of evil spirits, the rotting corpse is just an ordinary corpse after all.
Bang bang bang——
"It really made me realize that the Tomb Keeper's body can be used in this way." The necromancer clapped his hands and walked out of the darkness hiding himself, with a rickety body and a ghost-like lantern.
The light of this transition will only exist for a moment, and will disappear soon after, which is completely different from the real transition.
"With so many evil spirits imprisoned, aren't you afraid that your soul will be torn into pieces after death?" Jelica sarcastically said.
"That only works if I'm dead." The Necromancer was not shaken by Jelika's words at all, "I only care about whether I can make a perfect creature. Other than that, that's not what I should worry about.
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"Give me the spell that you have engraved on your body." The Necromancer stretched out his hand and said.
"Are you dreaming?" Jelika said coldly.
"Dreaming? No, no, this is part of the contract." The Necromancer took out a book from his black cloak, a book that was burnt, with only three-quarters of it left.
Jelika recognizes this book!
"Where did you get it?" Her face showed emotion, even fear.
The book in the hands of the Necromancer is the devil's code. It is a code book that records what the devil has learned and experienced throughout his life. This is a symbol of the code-level devil, and it is also the wealth of knowledge pursued by countless people in the magic world.
The code-level demons were so powerful that she, a little tombkeeper, could not compete with them. And how terrifying would a necromancer who defeated a code-level demon be?
"Hey, don't get me wrong. I can't even hide from a code-level demon. I only got this book by chance. What's even more fortunate is that the contract recorded in it has not expired." Necromancer
Said: "You once borrowed a book from the owner of this devil's code, and the price was half of what you earned in your life, half of the knowledge, wealth, and treasures. Naturally, even the magical spell on your body is half of it.
Need to be delivered to me."
"I signed a contract with the devil in this code, not you!" Jelica said.
"But now, the owner of this code is me." The Necromancer sneered: "Do you want to violate the contract?"
Jelica gritted her silver teeth. To be honest, she would rather give half of her research to the devil than to this necromancer. At least, the devil would never show off her research everywhere, or maybe it would happen in the blink of an eye.
It was thrown into its own code.
Rather than like now, Jelica knew very well how big a ripple her research would cause if it were exposed to the magical world, let alone handed over to the hands of a necromancer with ulterior motives.
If he really created the perfect creature he said, I don't know how many people would die because of it.
"There is nothing we can do."
Jelica said.
"Are you giving up and running away? In that case, give me the spell that is engraved in your body, and I will spare your life." The Necromancer said seductively.
Jelika smiled slightly, her smile was beautiful.
"Go ahead and dream your dream."
"...You!" The Necromancer was stunned, and then immediately became angry.
Jelika didn't give the other party any time to react. She cut her wrist and sprinkled the blood around her.
It seems to be scattered randomly, but it forms a magic circle on the ground in an orderly manner.
"Bloodline transmission, this is the magic I learned from the hunters!"
"No! You don't know the blood thread technique, and you will pay the price for it!" The necromancer suddenly stepped forward, but he could no longer stop Jelika.
Jelika gritted her teeth and endured the backlash of magic.
"That's my choice too! Teleport!"
Bang!!!
With a huge explosion, the bloodline transmission array exploded, and the powerful shock wave even stopped the rain in an instant.
...
Under the clear night sky, at Creek's cabin, Jelika fell in front of the cabin door. She was covered in blood, and even her breathing became weak.
But she still used her remaining strength to knock on the wooden door.
The door was opened, and she was lucky, because Creek in the cabin did not drink too much today, nor did he go to bed too early.
"Who is it?"
"Brother, it's me." Jelika's weak voice came.
Seeing Jelika lying in front of his door covered in blood, Creek froze.
Then came tremors, first in the arms, then in the whole body.
"Jelika, Jelika, ah, are you okay, are you okay!"
He could only use roars to vent his fear and grief.
"Brother, brother, listen to me."
"Jelica, I will definitely save you, I will!" Creek was about to lose his mind.
"elder brother!"
Jelica raised her hand and slapped Creek hard on the face with her bloody hand.
This slap woke up Crick.
"Crick, listen to me, ahem, I've found a way to make you a gravekeeper."
"No, Jelika, I just want you to get better now." With tears in his eyes, Creek shook his head vigorously.
"Listen to me. I don't have time. I must give you the seal before that person reacts and uses the power of the contract."
Jelica handed the shovel in her hand to Creek.
Creek was stunned. He didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand why Jelica gave him this shovel inherited from the family.
"Hurry and take it!"
Crick held the spade in response to his sister's roar.
"Brother, you must protect the sealing technique. I will transfer part of my memory to you, and you will understand everything."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand, I don't understand." Creek kept biting his head, tears falling from his eyes.
Jelika smiled, very hard.
"You will understand, you will."
"One last thing, brother, what you promised me to do is to survive alone."
Jelika's voice is very light and pleasant.
The next moment, Crick's vision suddenly went dark, and the world seemed to become blank.
Since then, that light voice has never appeared in his blank world.
...
The old man woke up from his trance, and the shovel in his hand was emitting a faint silvery light.
"Gravekeeper, the engraving technique, I have been looking for you for fifty years. In order to cut off the contract, you did not hesitate to take your own life, and finally you took the engraving technique into the grave. You let me waste fifty years, and now
, you have finally been found by me, and I will squeeze out every penny of your value!" the Necromancer said through gritted teeth.
It commands the Stitches.
The grave where Jelika was buried was opened.
ps: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter. It took me a long time to write it.