dark wizard

() Carrick and Bol are the spiritual masters of the Empire guarding the death row camps.

The Alpha Empire has always adopted an elite policy when it comes to selecting spiritual masters. The spiritual masters who can be recognized and canonized by the empire will have more than one life under their command.

In the northern part of the continent, the title of spiritual master in the Alpha Empire is synonymous with the strong.

If you want to compare it with the opposite Bolton Federation, they are the same spiritual masters, have the same spiritual power level, and know the same few spells. The spiritual masters of the Alpha Empire will definitely be the final winners, because their combat experience is extremely

Rich.

The same goes for Carrick and Bol, although they are just two ordinary spiritual masters under Smicer.

But spiritual masters are spiritual masters. In their eyes, these prisoners in the death row camp pose no threat at all. Even a more advanced spell can easily destroy this place.

But now, Carrick and Boll don't think so.

The aristocratic young man in the field just now... regardless of the power of his magic, but with such a murderous mentality, he is one step ahead of them. If you think about it from their perspective, they will never be able to do that kind of thing!

So cruel...

It is too cruel even to treat the enemy. As the most important exploration spiritual master of the team, Carrick only felt a very small spiritual power fluctuation just now. Normally, the small spiritual power fluctuation will definitely be ignored by him.

Don’t count.

But the spell just now was so powerful that it even caused a strong guy to have a mental breakdown.

Too scary!

Facing such an enemy, Carrick felt that he could only close his eyes and wait for death. When the time came, he could only hope that he could die quickly.

Having my neck chopped off with a knife... it was so painful.

Bol, who was standing aside, stared blankly at the field. He was also shocked by the situation just now, but compared to Carrick, as a physical spiritual master, his endurance was stronger.

"That kid just now... was really powerful... Carrick, do you know what kind of magic that is?"

Carrick poked the corner of his mouth and thought for a while, then said suspiciously: "It's probably a kind of witchcraft or spiritual magic. It definitely does not belong to the category of natural element magic, let alone physical magic. I don't know much about these strange magic.

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Bol rolled his eyes, "Of course I know that too."

"But..." Carrick suddenly smiled, looked at Bol playfully, and said, "Don't forget the bet, that's the most important thing."

Bol's face twisted and he cursed in a low voice, "Damn strong man, stupid pig! You idiot who made me lose money!" However, he still took out two gold coins from his pocket and handed them to Carrick.

.........

Lin Qi didn't know that there was still a spiritual master guarding the camp talking about the spell just now.

It seems very scary, but in fact it is nothing at all. It is just a simple "exorcism spell" to drive the seduced fallen soul. It is one of the most low-level methods of use in the branch of witchcraft.

Blood soul is the casting material.

In order to intimidate the people in the camp, Lynch used the most perfect one among the several blood souls he had accumulated. The soul in that soul was at least a guy whose spiritual power reached the level of a spiritual master during his lifetime.

For a soul of that level, it is not difficult to deal with a stronger ordinary person and bite his blood.

Ants who dare to act arrogantly in front of him should suffer a painful death.

It's his honor.

Under Lynch's precise spiritual control, the blood soul turned into mist the moment it hit Hobbs' chest and dispersed into the blood vessels on his chest.

As long as you have a little control and disperse the blood in the core of the blood soul, the fallen soul in it will invade the nearby blood in an instant.

Blood is the 'temptation of life' for fallen souls, and it is the source of power that keeps them in this space.

If there is no blood nearby, it will immediately die.

After Hobbes dies, the blood soul will still disappear, and the driven souls within it will also not escape the fate of being scattered. This has already become a doomed thing when they are attracted by the 'Soul Gathering Array'.

Even three thousand years ago, this kind of magic was still defined as 'evil'.

That's the definition from the Temple of Light.

But now that the Temple of Light has declined, they are just one of the most common beliefs in the mainland. Without the power system and the strong men who really shocked the continent, they have no control over the continent and no power.

Their definitions don't matter.

On the mainland, the concept of evil has long since disappeared, all that exists is the strength of power.

In the eyes of spiritual masters, the best magic is the magic that can defeat the enemy. As for the essence of the magic, whether it is evil or not, no one cares at all.

.........

Back in the tent, Lynch began to think about the witchcraft he had read in the Dark Sacred Scripture.

At that time, he was eager to gain power and carefully read the Holy See's Dark Holy Scriptures, even those low-level dark magic principles that had nothing to do with dark magicians.

That is the mage's thirst for knowledge.

After such a long time, Lin Qi should have forgotten the specific details, but in fact, after the soul fusion, he found that his mental power had increased and his memory was also extremely powerful.

He even had a feeling that he could become a god.

That was just a mental feeling, but it at least gave him extraordinary memory, and he could even memorize every word in the Dark Scripture.

He was thinking about things that could help him.

He needs to gain strength.

The duel with Hobbs was just a small episode, but the opponent's steady footsteps and physical skills also gave Lynch a big awakening: he has no power now.

If he becomes a physical expert like Leo, he can still win, but it is inevitable that he will suffer a lot of damage.

At present, the strength he can exert is only equivalent to that of ordinary spiritual masters in the mainland.

His body is too weak.

After using the 'Blood Spirit Technique' to forcibly transform his spiritual power, his spiritual power increased rapidly, but the constant consumption of blood made him feel like his body was about to collapse.

Lynch must find a way to solve this problem.

If he could still use spells, he would choose to sacrifice the dark elements and directly use the elements to forcibly wash his body. This is similar to the principle of blood magic. It is a forced reversal. The price is that he will become a slave of the God of Darkness forever.

He had betrayed the God of Darkness in his previous life, and he knew the price of betrayal.

After gaining strength, these small sacrifices didn't matter at all, he could fully afford it.

However, he cannot use dark magic...

Lynch also feels that it is better now, because he has almost god-like witchcraft qualifications, which will give him the opportunity to pursue the supreme power, instead of relying on faith and the gifts of gods to increase his strength like in his previous life.

He couldn't bear to have his power controlled.

.........

Blood Gathering Seal.

A kind of dark bloodthirsty witchcraft, it is an extremely rare body shaping seal.

The difference between the magic circle and the magic seal makes a world of difference.

The magic circle is a spiritual power formation with certain effects. The magic seal is also a spiritual power formation, but it will only have an effect on xing targets. To put it simply, the magic formation can have an effect on a certain type of things and is an auxiliary

Formations and seals are formations that are specific to the recipient.

Among dark witchcraft, bloodthirsty witchcraft is inherently extreme, with very obvious effects and extremely high costs.

To perform the blood-gathering seal, one must use blood and spiritual power as sacrifices to outline an extremely fine magic circle. Not only that, because the blood is mixed and has different powers, the recipient who completes the seal will also be mixed with blood.

Complex negative emotions permeate the mind. If the will is not strong, you will soon lose yourself and become a slave of blood and strength.

At that point, it will be equivalent to completely turning into a puppet.

It is also a bloodthirsty spell, and the blood spirit spell is just a simple energy conversion, while the blood gathering seal completely puts the power and the caster on an equal footing.

Lin Qi hesitated for a long time. Thinking about his current situation, he might as well give it a try.

After all, his freedom is completely restricted now. With his current ability, he is not sure of escaping the pursuit of the peripheral spiritual masters. He can only increase his strength for a short time. This is his only way out.

Then he found Leo and Vincent.

In the camp, these two people were trustworthy. After all, each other had saved him. From Lynch's perspective, he could see the innocence of these two people at a glance.

.........

"Uncle Ao, I need a lot of corpses to experiment with a kind of witchcraft."

With Lynch's ability, it was not too difficult to kill a few people silently in the camp, but the methods he could think of were too weird.

If you do that, the body will be incomplete.

Either the soul will be incomplete, or the blood will be contaminated, and such a body will have no value.

And he doesn't have any advanced physical skills, so he can only rely on others.

When Lynch first came to the camp, Vincent looked down on him a little, thinking that he would die soon. Now the little fat man has no such idea at all. Since the incident during the day, he has always been a little evasive towards Lynch, but after hearing

As Lynch said, he also asked: "What are you going to do?"

Leo on the side was silent, waiting for an explanation.

"Uncle Ao, I need a few corpses to practice physical skills, but I can't do it myself..." At this point, Lynch stopped explaining. This rough-looking man would understand what he meant.

Sure enough, Leo was silent for a moment, then nodded and asked: "When, how many corpses?"

Lynch pointed at a slightly better tent in the middle of the camp, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "That's the one! I need all the corpses in it, complete, tonight!" There was no need to question his tone.

The breath of the superior person comes out clearly.

Leo frowned slightly.

Vincent was still the same. He couldn't understand Lynch's way of speaking, "Why? Why should Leo help you?"

Lin Qi was stunned.

Staring at the little fat man in front of him, he suddenly realized something. He just took it as a matter of course that the other person helped him do things, but he never thought that the other person had no reason to help him like this.

Lynch hesitated for a long time, then stood there and looked at Leo and Vincent, and said, "Are we friends?"

friend...

This kind of friendship has been with Lynch for a long time.

His only friend and closest fighting partner, the dark dragon Guldo, didn't know whether he survived that battle. Come to think of it, the Temple of Light had no reason to let it go.

Can he still have friends now?

From the moment he had the memory of this body, Lynch subconsciously regarded Leo and the two as trustworthy friends, not subordinates, and it was impossible for the other party to be his subordinate.

It's just that he didn't subconsciously face up to this problem.

Friendship is heavy, and friendship is always the greatest thing. Especially for people in high positions, it is difficult to have this kind of feeling again.

Some are just benefits.

Seeing that neither of them answered, Lin Qi felt cold and said, "Well, Leo, if you can help me..."

Leo interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "We are friends!" His tone was firm, and after speaking, he turned and walked away.

Lynch smiled.

Vincent on the side had no idea what was going on. He stared blankly at the two people as if they were playing charades, and they separated after just one sentence.

Is this a breakup?

baffling!

Vincent glanced at Lynch, then shook his head and chased after him, "Leo, Leo, what are we going to do?"

"kill!"