Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2090: Crimson at dawn (22)

Chapter 2090 Embers at dawn (twenty-two)

Is that... person?

That is, surrounded by flames, something vaguely in the form of a human being.

Bediver sensed how bad the fire figure was when it emerged from the corner of the alley, and he jumped back a few steps again, alertly.

Originally a threatening red flame that naturally emanated after being stimulated, the firelight on the humanoid in the flame gradually changed to another color, a softer, paler-looking blue.

There is no heat radiating from the figure. The fire of the spell itself is not really burning. Any fire of the spell that has not yet activated the spell in the hands of the conjurer does not have the heat to burn people. The fire should be just the excess light generated by the intense flow of photons. .

Then the werewolf youth vaguely saw its interior from the lavender flame figure that was starting to become less dazzling.

That's not a person at all, but a skeleton-like thing.

That's the skeleton of a long-dead man!

A bone, driven by the fire of conjuration, is slowly walking towards Bedivere? !

What an eerie sight this is!

Fear made the werewolf youth flinch, but the fire of conjuration in his hand was leaping, gently and calmly, with no intention of attacking or defending at all. The fire of conjuration in Bedivere's hands is logically the most capable of detecting the hostility of the surrounding enemies, but it does not seem to notice the skeleton surrounded by purple flames in front of the werewolf youth. Showing hostility.

In other words, this skeleton is not hostile at all? It's not here to find fault...? Bedivere tried to calm down and analyze it.

"Stop!" The werewolf youth then warned: "Who are you? What are you trying to do? I'm just looking for someone, and I just happened to pass by this place. I'm not malicious! You can put away your curse. Is there the fire of magic?"

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However, Bedivere's words did not affect the other party's actions, and the skeleton continued to walk towards the werewolf youth.

"Boss? Boss? What the **** happened on your side? Answer me now?" Lawrence's voice came from Bedivere's communicator: "Did you escape successfully? Why that spell? The reaction is getting bigger and bigger??"

"I...I don't understand..." The skeleton was approaching step by step, and even though it didn't seem hostile, Bedivere followed the skeleton's advance step by step. Back off: "What the **** is going on here? What the **** do you want?!"

"The incarnation of chaos..." After repeated questions, the skeleton finally spoke. Although it is not talking with its mouth at all, it is more like using some kind of telepathy to communicate with Bedivere: "The Crimson... Apostle..."

"What are you talking about?" Bedivere replied in a low voice. Lawrence's cry echoed in the ears of the werewolf youth, but at this moment he couldn't hear a word at all, his mind was full of emptiness, only the voice of the skeleton could convey to his mind.

"My order is Garnan, the sorcerer Garnan. For three hundred and seventy-two years of my calendar, I have peeped into chaos and realized the truth. According to the agreement, what I realized and what I gained are now again. , into chaos."

Speaking, the skeleton began to cast a spell and burned itself. The seemingly harmless lavender flame was actually extremely hot, and the amazing heat did not spread out, so not only did Bedivere not feel any heat, but he could even feel a terrifying coolness in front of him.

The white bones were burnt to ashes in a very short time, and they no longer exist. But the ashes that should have been scattered contracted together with the magic fire it originally controlled, gathered, condensed into a white thing, and fell to the ground.

Bedivere subconsciously walked over and picked up the white bead. Do not. It doesn't seem right to say that it is a bead. The white, fingernail-sized thing was a little irregular in shape, it could only be said to be roughly a circle. It is covered with densely engraved things, I don't know if it is a font or a rune, it looks a bit similar to the Egyptian cuneiform, but the graphics and symbols seem to be subtly different.

And then there's magic. great magic. Or it was a huge miss. Even a person like Bedivere who is not a mage at all can feel the magnitude of the magic power contained in this small white stone. Just by holding it in his hand, Bedivere could feel the warmth of life stirring in the stone.

"What the **** is this?" Bedivere vaguely felt that the stone was a very dangerous thing, and wanted to throw it away immediately. But he also vaguely felt that he couldn't just throw it away. If he lost it, it seemed like he would throw away the research results that some people spent their entire lives. He began to understand that the skeleton just now must have been some conjurer from a long time ago, and possibly a great one. This man had entrusted something to Bedivere before he died, or before his consciousness completely disappeared.

------Or entrusted to "Chaos". Although Bedivere doesn't yet know what this Chaos means.

"Boss? Boss?? Are you still alive?" At this time, Lawrence's constant calls through the walkie-talkie finally reached the ears of the werewolf youth.

"Alive...don't roar so loudly, my eardrums are about to pierce." the werewolf youth complained.

"Ha...that's great, you're not dead yet." Lawrence seemed to be relieved. After a few seconds of rest, he continued to ask in a slightly hoarse voice: "So. ......You escaped? The reaction of the strong spell has also disappeared, the danger should be over, right? Or is that speller still looking for you? Did you hide well?"

"No, it's not what you think it is." Bedivere scratched his head, "It's a little hard to explain... It doesn't look like the one I met was a conjurer at all, at least Not a living conjurer. It was a skeleton wrapped in conjuration fire, dead and still moving. Then it took a few steps and burned itself to ashes. I'm not quite sure what's going on here ."

"Burn to ashes?"

"Hmmm..." The werewolf youth continued to walk forward, walked past the corner of the alley that he had not dared to cross just now, and glanced at the place where the skeleton first appeared.

The situation there is much the same as Bedivere expected, only more exaggerated.

At the end of that alley is a ramshackle tin house that has been neglected for nearly half a century. It seems that some homeless once lived here for a while, but for some reason the homeless eventually And being evicted, he left behind this dilapidated house.

The floor of the broken house seems to have been sealed with some kind of plank, but it was broken due to the unearthed of something. It seems that the skeleton emerged from the ground, and when it was unearthed, it was very powerful , even the three-inch-thick wooden floor was knocked off. Bedivere walked in again and saw that the hole was an extremely deep pit. Egyptians have a habit of burying the remains of the dead in the ground, and some ancient tombs hundreds of years ago can even be buried hundreds of feet deep in the ground. It's really a blessing that the skeleton was able to pass through the barriers of heavy soil and climb out to meet Bedivere?

What are the [Incarnation of Chaos] and [Apostle of Crimson] that the skeleton is talking about over and over again?

"Lawrence... people cast a spell on themselves before they die, so that their bones can continue to move after their own death. Is it possible to do such a thing?"

"It can be done. But it's not just the category of conjuration, it should be regarded as the category of necromancy." Lawrence replied: "Practicing incantation is already considered to be a different kind. People who practice necromancy are probably the outliers among the outliers.

I've heard of some solitary conjurers who can't find their favorite apprentices in their entire lives and pass on what they have learned, so they use conjuration and necromancy to engrave orders in their bones before they die. spell, and let the fire of spells that they have learned all their life accompany them slumbers in the grave. When the time is right, the fire of conjuration senses people with suitable conditions, and the bones of these long-dead conjurers will climb out of the grave and pass on their command spells to future generations. But these are all urban legends and the like. No one has ever really encountered them, and there is no specific circle of mutual communication between the magicians. Even if someone encounters this kind of thing, it is not Maybe share your anecdotes with other conjurers. "

"It seems that what I'm encountering now is exactly what you said..." Bedivere whispered, "Is this a big treasure that I accidentally dug up?"

"Whether it's a treasure or a *... only God knows." Lawrence murmured, "Boss, no matter what Command Spell you find, until you find out what it's used for. Don't use it. It's a potentially dangerous forbidden technique. . . . Did the skeleton you encountered tell you his identity?"

"It seems to be called a conjurer...Garnan or something." The werewolf youth replied.

"Really." Lawrence was suddenly silent: "No wonder."

"What?"

"The conjurer Garnan you're talking about is centuries old, and he wasn't famous as a conjurer...he thought he was famous for dying As a psionicist, manipulating corpses to kill is what he is best at. Garnan's famous stunt seems to be called [corpse*] or something... In short, it is a kind of re-summoning of corpses on the battlefield. Become an undead legion and let these corpses rush to the enemy to self-explode the evil magic technique. Is that right, no wonder the corpse can explode, so it turns out that the necromantic operation of manipulating the corpse has added the operation of the spell."

Bedevier's scalp tingles. What the **** did he pick up.

"The big teacher said before~IndoMTL.com~ No matter how evil it looks, as long as it is used properly, it can not only be used to kill people, but also to save people." Lawrence added: "So no What a shame, boss. Hold up your chest. Even if it is the legacy of the Necromancer Garnan, there must be some use for his art. Use it when you need it."

"Um..." The werewolf youth ignored the ancient tomb that had nothing left, turned around and walked: "Oh, no! There's no time to waste in this kind of place, so I have to keep going. Looking for two little devils."

Lawrence gave a helpless chuckle from the other end of the microphone.

Bedivere opened his palms again, released the fire of the spell to track, and tried to find the two children with traces of the spell on their bodies. However, at this moment, the flames of the fire of the spell in his hand suddenly sprang up.

Deep in the far corner, there was also the sound of ding ding dong dong fighting.

As soon as Bedivere frowned, he knew that the two little devils might be in trouble, so he quickened his pace and ran over.

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