Dust of History Chapter 107: Variable (11)

"Yes, good news." Stephen smiled slightly. He stood up and walked to the bed, reached out and pressed Jia Wei's head lightly, a burst of black and white magic swept over him.

A long gasp came from Jiawei's throat, and then his tightly closed eyes slowly opened. He twisted his neck to look left and right, and then landed on the faces of Inham and Stephen, showing a trace of confusion and confusion.

"What?" Even Bishop Einham's aura and composure shook his whole body. This is definitely not the behavior of a person whose mind is already chaotic like a mess, and the eyes are even less likely to be eyes without thinking ability and spirit. He walked quickly to the bed and put his hand on Jia Wei's wrist. It was cold and pulseless, and instead of the magic power flowing in this body. This is not a human body, it is completely no different from that of the death knight.

"In terms of body, you can rest assured. I have selected some of the ancestors carefully crafted by Shante. I even used their internal organs. I also added a lot of secret methods I learned from the East. , even if Shante came in person, he couldn’t do better than me. I dare say your son’s body is the strongest on this continent now, and this is the crystallization of the highest magic skill.” Stephen pointed to the corner of the wall and scattered on the ground Broken limbs, all kinds of muscles, bone marrow, and internal organs have been completely disassembled to the tiniest point, like a pile of offal picked out by the most skilled butcher, only two heads are still intact, and the appearance of the original owner can be seen . Silica's fierce and sturdy face, and Rod Hart's handsome appearance, are now lying quietly on the ground like two sculptured heads.

"What do you think?" Inham asked, looking at Javi. At this moment, his expression was different from the previous ones. No matter what the aura of the bishop, the necromancer, etc., or the deep cunning of the man behind the scenes manipulating the ever-changing situation, he could no longer feel a trace of it. Little bit, he is no different from tens of thousands of fathers in the world.

For some unknown reason, Stephen, who saw his expression from the side, couldn't help showing a little smile. This is also different from the smile he had been wearing on his face just now. Also from the real heart. But the smile didn't carry much kindness in it.

Jiawei just nodded slightly and didn't speak. Even this is enough, a son who can understand and nod his head is enough to satisfy Inham. It's just that there is still confusion in Jia Wei's eyes.

Stephen returned to that very ordinary smile, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "It's a little shortcoming. Neither of these two ghost knights has vocal cords, and your son's original one was also made useless by Sandro , so he can't speak for the time being, let's put him up later."

"How did he regain his sanity?" Inham turned around and asked, which was what he cared most about.

Stephen smiled lightly: "The power of Purdue sentient beings really exceeded my expectations, and the white magic in his body has a considerable foundation. I thought of a way to use the magic power of necromancers to deliberately slow down Slowly erode his spirit and brain, and induce the power of Purdue sentient beings to attack. I am quite familiar with Sandro's technique. I can't match his skill in body manipulation, but his spirit and brain are not as good. At least I can make it up."

"Yes, it can be like this..." Inham nodded slowly. The reason why the white magic treatment is ineffective for Javi's injury is that from a certain point of view, his injury is not an injury, but Sandro's unbelievable way to distort his normal body functions. If there is a person who is familiar with Sandro's technique and can be similar to Sandro in controlling demons, then he can use the miraculous healing ability of Purdue sentient beings. This seems to be the only way not to use the leaves of the world tree.

"But I want to apologize to you. This method is a bit risky. Once the Purdue sentient beings are stopped on my way, it may be irreversible. I didn't have time to discuss it with you. I thought you should have a remedy Fortunately, I am lucky." Stephen seemed a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry for disrupting your plan. In fact, you should have a better way to restore his mind? I'm making an assertion."

"Teacher Stephen, I really want to thank you." Inham bowed to the ground.

"Where is it, yes, there is a little sequelae..." Stephen hesitated before speaking slowly. "You know the effect of mana erosion...Although there is Purdue sentient beings to make up for it, he may have some impact on his previous memory...Of course, I guarantee that his brain will be absolutely clear and normal in the future."

Inham bowed his head in thought for a moment, and finally looked at Jiawei and sighed. He nodded and said, "Is that so...Maybe it's a good thing for him. The reason why he got to this point is actually because many things can't be forgotten..."

Stephen nodded and said with a smile: "There is a very interesting religion in the Far East. There are many sayings in it that people's troubles are actually because they remember too many things, forget them, and let them go. Only then can they get real peace and joy."

"Yes, maybe it is." Inham nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Jiawei. Jia Wei was still lying on the bed, just looking at the two with confused eyes.

"He is still very weak now, but as long as he has enough magic power, he will recover soon. It's just that what is needed now is not only necromancer magic, but also huge white magic to drive the body after being transformed with Purdue sentient beings. After all, the body of the necromantic knight itself needs to be driven by the mind of a normal person, and it is no longer enough to use only necromantic magic. You can find a dozen or so priests and priests at random, and transfer all their magic power to your son. "

As if he was a little embarrassed about his presumptuous assertion, Stephen thought for a while and then said: "Well..., if you are worried, you can wait for a while to see how he recovers. Until you are sure No problem, it's not too late to give me that thing..."

"No need." Inham reached into his arms and took out a scepter.

Stephen’s expression has not changed, but his eyes are already glowing. There is still an obvious crack in the center of this cane, and it can be seen that the two halves have been put together temporarily. Stephen recognized it very clearly, this was what he had always wanted, and the faint fluctuations emitted after the two parts were closed could not be produced by other things.

Inham handed out the scepter, then retracted it a little bit, as if he was not completely relieved, and asked again: "Mr. Stephen... are you sure. He is completely healed? What will happen in the future? "

"Absolutely not. Don't worry." Stephen replied confidently with a smile, but he didn't look at Inham. Ever since the scepter was taken out, his eyes had been glued to it.

"Well, since you said so. Then I can rest assured." Inham nodded, smiled, and handed the stick to Stephen.

Stephen reached out to take the scepter, his hand was trembling slightly, like a boy touching his lover for the first time. "It's a pity that the King's Ring has fallen into the hands of Magnus, and the prodigal son has used the forbidden curse four times. I'm afraid he has exhausted his strength, otherwise the two items of the strongest man on the mainland back then The treasures can be reunited into one in my hands..."

His words came to an abrupt end here. His hands were still shaking, and the shaking was getting stronger and stronger, even his whole body was shaking, and his face completely changed. His other hand raised up abruptly, a layer of black magic fluctuations condensed on the edge of the palm, cutting down towards his right hand holding the scepter.

"Huh?" Inham's face showed a slightly surprised look, he stretched out both hands, and a group of force field shields that were extremely skillfully controlled blocked Stephen's left hand. Stephen's hand was in the air, but the knife-like black aura in his hand flew out and still slashed towards his right hand.

A white light of the purification technique flashed from Inham's hand and collided with the black gas, but was immediately blown away by the black gas. Inham bounced with both hands. Clusters of white light lit up between the two with a dense polar frequency, finally dispelling the black aura.

At this time, Inham's hand had already let go of the cane, and the only one holding the cane was Stephen's hand. Now he himself was desperately trying to cut off the hand holding the cane, so Hamm tried his best to stop him.

"You..." Stephen roared. His originally thin, elegant and elegant appearance has been completely distorted, and his eyes are now full of fear and anger. With fierce and intertwined rays of light, the eyes that originally looked like a learned scholar now look like a wolf struggling desperately in a trap. Now it's not his hands that are flickering with black aura, but his whole body. The black magic waves surrounding his body turned into dozens of jet-black blades, intertwined and radiated around him with him as the core.

Inham had already flown back, picked up Jiawei who was on the bed, rolled over and reached a corner of the basement, pushed the bed in front of the two of them, he seemed I think this is not enough. With a wave of his hand, the corpses of the two dead knights piled up in the corner all flew over and landed in front of the bed, and in an instant they were pieced together into a weird shield.

With a loud crash, the entire basement collapsed. Not only the basement, but everything within a radius of tens of meters was cut to pieces like cheese by these black blade-shaped magic flying blades, and the buildings above were all broken into pieces and collapsed. Dust was flying, bricks and tiles were flying everywhere, and the place became ruins in an instant.

The earth and rocks loosened for a while, and Inham dragged Jiawei to jump out, his body was already covered with dust. All the priests and swordsmen had gathered around the square, and no one noticed what was happening here.

"...It seems that it is really too risky..." He touched his chest, where there were already several wounds that were soaking in blood. Even though he has already taken the absolute advantage in terms of scheming and means, he is a member of the Necromancer Guild after all, and he has decades of deeper magic cultivation than him. If it weren't for the wreckage of those two ghost knights, if he hadn't released white magic to resist with all his strength in the end, he and Jiawei could only be part of this fragment now.

Using earth magic to separate the debris on the ground, Stephen was exposed. The necromancer still maintained the posture just now, holding the scepter tightly in his hand, and even the expression on his face was still distorted like that, and now it was even more distorted because his head had been covered by it. The collapsed rocks smashed like a squeezed tomato.

Inham carefully removed the scepter from Stephen's hand. He moved very carefully, because the end of the scepter, where Stephen had just held it, was inlaid with a needle as small as a hair. This needle, which is almost invisible to the naked eye, was originally hidden in Inham's ring, but it just pierced into Stephen's hand silently and without a trace. No matter who it is, as long as it is pricked by this needle, the poison refined by Dejagu and the mixed curse will stop all human functions and even magic fluctuations.

Even for a necromancer like Stephen who has been immersed in necromantic magic for decades, at best, he can only slightly slow down the speed of curses and poisons. And this is only a second or two, and it only gives him one chance to cut off his poisoned hand. In the end, the necromancer, one of the most powerful magicians in the mainland, had no choice but to stand there like a clay sculpture, waiting to be crushed to death by the bricks and stones he had crushed.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you this thing. Although it seems like a complete waste to you, this thing is indeed much more useful than a dozen or so priests." Inham pushed his hand, and Stephen's body Slowly falling backwards, his body began to collapse and become disorganized on the way, and finally only a pile of dry, broken wreckage and clothes fell to the ground together.

Jawei lay in the pile of rocks, as if he had exhausted his strength, and he had closed his eyes. Inham put his staff on his forehead and slowly recited the mantra.

Following the incantation, the whole body of the cane began to emit a dazzling white light, and the white magic fluctuations that were not inferior to the Purdue sentient beings began to rippling in the surrounding air, but it was different from the healing magical fluctuations of Purdue sentient beings. More original, more direct and stronger white magic.

Inham's brow was sweating, he didn't know the proper use of the scepter ~IndoMTL.com~ but that didn't matter. The incantation he was chanting now was actually necromantic magic. As he chanted, the black breath slowly spread from his hand to the scepter. The white radiance was forced to flow upwards towards Jia Wei's body by the cloud of black air.

Jarvie's body was like a sponge, and the white magic, so thick as to be real, melted into it as soon as it touched him. Inham's incantation became louder and louder, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more, and his hands were already shaking. Finally, all the white light flowed into Jiawei's body from the scepter.

The white light dissipated, and the scepter had become like a rotten wooden stick that had been withered for decades. As soon as Inham let go, it fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Inham was already sweating profusely, and it was very difficult for him to stand up, which was still a little bit reluctant for his magic cultivation. But his expression was very relaxed, and he was relieved, because Jia Wei had already stood up.

After infusing the white magic in the scepter, the scars all over his body have completely disappeared, and unlike the original body of the Necromancer Knight, he now looks like an ordinary person, with every inch of his body covered with scars. Full of vitality and elasticity.

Javi glanced at Inham, nodded, and then turned to look at Stephen, who had become a mess. A strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.