Chapter 2090: Ember is destroyed at dawn twenty-two
Is that a person?
It was something vaguely human in shape, surrounded by flames.
When the figure in the fire appeared from the corner of the alley, Bedivere felt how bad it was, so he jumped back a few steps warily.
Originally a threatening red flame that emitted naturally after being stimulated, the firelight on the figure in the flame gradually changed into another color, one that looked softer and light blue.
There was no heat emanating from the figure. The magic fire itself was not really burning. Any magic fire that had not yet started a spell in the hands of a magician did not have the heat to burn people. The fire should only be photons.
Excess light produced during intense flow.
Then the werewolf youth vaguely saw the inner part of the lavender flame human form that began to become less dazzling.
That wasn't a human at all, but something like a skeleton.
Those are the bones of a long-dead man!
A white skeleton, driven by the magic fire, is slowly walking towards Bedivere?!
What a weird scene this is!
Fear made the werewolf youth shrink back, but the cursed fire in his hand was jumping, gently and calmly, with no intention of attacking or defending at all. Logically speaking, the cursed fire in Bedivere's hand was the most powerful one.
A kind of spirit body that can detect the hostility of enemies around it, but it seems not to be aware of the hostility revealed by the skeleton surrounded by purple fire in front of the werewolf youth.
In other words, this skeleton is not hostile at all? It is not here to find trouble? Bediwell tried to calm down and analyze it.
"Stop!" The werewolf youth then warned: "Who are you? What do you want to do? I'm just looking for someone and just happened to pass by this place. I don't mean any harm! You can put away your spell fire.
Is it done?"
call
However, Bediwell's words did not affect the other party's actions. The skeleton continued to walk towards the werewolf youth, neither fast nor slow, which was exactly the normal walking speed of human beings.
"Boss? Boss? What happened to you over there? Answer me quickly?" Lawrence's call came from Bedivere's communicator: "Did you successfully escape? Why did the spell react differently?"
Getting bigger and bigger??"
"I don't understand." The skeleton was approaching step by step. Even though it seemed not hostile, Bediwell still followed the skeleton's progress and stepped back step by step: "What on earth is going on? What do you want?
What?!"
After the "Incarnation of Chaos" asked repeated questions, the skeleton finally spoke. Although it was not speaking with its mouth at all, but more like using some kind of telepathy to communicate with Bediwell: "The Crimson Apostle."
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"What are you talking about?" Bedivere lowered his voice and replied. Lawrence's shouts echoed in the ears of the werewolf youth, but at this moment he couldn't even hear a word, and his mind was filled with a void, only
The skeleton's voice could reach his mind.
"My destiny is Garnan, the magician Garnan. I have spent three hundred and seventy-two years peering into chaos and understanding the truth. According to the agreement, what I have understood and what I have gained, now once again, return to chaos.
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As he said that, the skeleton began to activate the spell and burned itself. The lavender flame that seemed harmless to humans and animals was actually extremely hot, and the astonishing heat did not spread outwards, so not only did Bediwell fail to do so in front of him,
You can feel some kind of heat, and you can even feel a bit of chilling coolness.
The dense white bones were burned to ashes in a very short period of time and no longer existed. But the ashes that should have been scattered shrank and gathered together with the magical fire it originally controlled, and condensed into a piece of white
Something fell to the ground.
Bedivere subconsciously walked over and picked up the white bead. No, it wasn't so much a bead, it didn't seem right. The white piece, which was only about the size of a fingernail, had an irregular shape. It could only be said that it was roughly a bead.
A circle. It is covered with densely carved things. I don’t know if they are fonts or runes. They look a bit similar to the Egyptian cuneiform writing, but the graphics and symbols seem to be subtly different.
Then there is magic power. Huge magic power. Or in other words, it is a huge yearning. Even people like Bediwell, who is not a mage at all, can feel the magnitude of the magic power contained in this small white stone. Just
Holding it in his hand, Bediwell could feel the warmth of life in the stone.
"What the hell is this?" Bedivere vaguely felt that this stone was a very dangerous thing and wanted to throw it away immediately. But he also vaguely felt that he could not just throw it away. If he threw it away, it would
He would throw away the research results that some people have spent their entire lives. He began to understand that the skeleton just now should be a certain magician from long ago, and maybe a great magician. Before this person died, or
Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he entrusted something to Bedivere.
Or it could be said that it was entrusted to "Chaos". Although Bedivere still doesn't know what this Chaos means.
"Boss? Boss?? Are you still alive???" At this time, Lawrence's continuous call through the walkie-talkie finally reached the ears of the werewolf youth.
"Don't yell so loudly while you're still alive, my eardrums are about to be pierced." The werewolf young man complained.
"Ha, great, you're not dead yet." Lawrence seemed to be relieved and rested for a few seconds before continuing to ask in a slightly hoarse voice: "So you escaped? That strong spell
The reaction has also disappeared. The danger should be over, right? Or is the conjurer still looking for you everywhere? Did you hide well?"
"No, it's not what you imagined." Bedivere scratched his head, "It's a bit hard to explain. It seems that the man I met was not a magician at all, at least not a living magician. That was
A skeleton wrapped in cursed fire that continued to move even after death. Then it took a few steps and burned itself to ashes. I'm not sure what happened here."
"Burned to ashes?"
"Hmm," the werewolf youth continued to move forward, passing the corner of the alley that he had not dared to cross just now, and took a look at the place where the skeleton first appeared.
The situation there was roughly the same as Bedivere expected, only more exaggerated.
At the end of the alley is a shabby house made of iron sheets that has been neglected for nearly half a century. It seems that some homeless people once lived here for a while, but the homeless people were eventually evicted for some reason.
, leaving this shabby house behind.
The floor of the broken house seemed to have been sealed with some kind of wooden board, but it was broken when something was unearthed. It seemed that the skeleton came out of the ground, and when it was unearthed, it was extremely powerful.
The inch-thick wooden floor was broken open. When Bediwell walked in, he saw that the hole was an extremely deep pit. The Egyptians have the habit of burying the remains of the dead deep in the ground. Some of them were buried hundreds of years ago.
Graves can even be buried hundreds of feet deep in the ground. What a shame that the skeleton was able to crawl through the barriers of heavy soil and crawl out to meet Bedivere?
What are the [Incarnation of Chaos] and [Apostle of Crimson] that the skeleton repeatedly chanted?
"The Lawrence people put a curse on themselves before they died, so that their bones can continue to move after their death. Is it possible to do this?"
"It can be done. But this is no longer just a category of incantation, it should be considered a category of necromancy." Lawrence replied: "Practice of incantation is already considered alien, and practicing necromancy at the same time
People who are skilled in such things are probably aliens among aliens.
I have heard of some aloof conjurers who were unable to find an apprentice of their choice throughout their lives to pass on what they had learned, so they used conjuring and necromancy to carve a curse into their own bone marrow before they died.
The fire of magic that they have learned all their lives has been sleeping in the graves. When the time is right, the fire of magic reaches the right people, and the bones of these long-dead magicians will emerge from the graves.
Climb out and pass on your command spells to future generations. However, these are just urban legends and the like. No one has ever actually encountered them, and there is no specific communication between spell masters.
Circle, even if someone has encountered this kind of thing, it is impossible to share the anecdotes he encountered with other magicians."
"What I'm encountering now seems to be what you're talking about," Bedivere complained in a low voice, "Does this count as accidentally digging up a big treasure?"
"Only God knows whether you dug up treasure or not." Lawrence muttered in a low voice, "Boss, no matter what the command spell you picked up is, don't use it until you thoroughly find out its purpose. It may be very dangerous.
It's a forbidden technique. By the way, did the skeleton you encountered tell you his identity?"
"It seems to be called the Conjurer Garnan or something." The werewolf young man replied.
"Really?" Lawrence suddenly became silent: "No wonder."
"What?"
"The sorcerer Garnan you are talking about was from several centuries ago, and he was not famous as a sorcerer. He was originally a well-known necromancer who manipulated corpses to kill people.
The best division. Garnan's famous stunt seems to be called [Corpse] or something. In short, it is an evil technique that summons corpses on the battlefield to become an undead army, and makes these corpses rush towards the enemy and self-destruct.
Fa. Really? No wonder the corpse can explode. It turns out that the necromancy that controls the corpse is added with the operation of the spell."
Hearing this made Bedivere's scalp numb. What on earth did he pick up?
"The great teacher said before that no matter how evil the magic is, as long as it is used properly, it can not only be used to kill people, but also to save people." Lawrence added: "So there is nothing to be ashamed of, boss.
Hold your chest high. Even if it is the inheritance of the Necromancer Master Garnan, his technique must be useful. Use it when it is necessary."
"Yeah." The werewolf youth ignored the ancient tomb that had nothing left, turned around and walked: "Oh, no! There is no time to waste in a place like this. We have to continue looking for the two brats."
Lawrence chuckled helplessly from the other end of the phone.
Bedivere opened his hand again and released the magic fire to track, trying to find the two children with traces of the magic on their bodies. However, at this moment, the flames of the magic fire in his hand suddenly flared up.
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Deeper in the far corner of the alley, the sound of fighting could also be heard at the same time.
Bedivere frowned, knowing that the two brats might be in trouble, so he quickened his pace and ran over. (To be continued)