Death Wizard Diary

If the composite rune is just the overlapping projection of two different runes, then there will be countless solutions. Fortunately, Thor re-read the "Introduction to Rune Construction" and discovered basic conditions that he had not paid attention to before.

With these few conditions in mind, the three-dimensional structural diagram of the composite graphics and text was finally determined.

The planes where the two runes are located overlap in three-dimensional space, and their sizes are equal, so the magic power distributed should actually be even.

If you really allocate magic power between two pictures and text according to the size ratio seen by the naked eye, it is bound to fail.

Sol held up the three-dimensional diagram he had just drawn with both hands, closed his eyes and began to draw it in his mental space.

About an hour later, he opened his eyes suddenly, his face full of excitement.

"Choke to death! I succeeded!"

Then a feeling of fatigue made Sol almost collapse to the ground.

The construction of a composite rune actually consumed all his magic power?

Then how can he release level 0 witchcraft?

Thor panicked in his heart. Could it be that his magical talent couldn't even support the simplest witchcraft?

"Calm down, it's my first time to construct a composite rune. Maybe a lot of the magic power was not used in the original idea and was wasted."

Unfortunately, now that his magic power is exhausted, he cannot immediately try the second construction, so he can only take out the crystal ball and start meditating.

"Chi!"

The candlelight was bright, awakening Sol from meditation.

He looked sideways and said, "Come on."

It is also very painful to have his studies interrupted, but who made this job the cornerstone for him to change his destiny?

The conveyor belt buzzed, and new corpses appeared in front of Thor through the tassels.

In order to relieve fear and pressure, Saul chose to call these corpses guests, just like a person who goes home late at night and always wants to hum a song.

"Well, this guest died a bit tragically."

It's not so much a corpse as it is a pile of minced meat, with bones and dregs mixed in with the minced meat and viscera fragments.

There is also a large piece of leather with raised sides underneath, otherwise it will flow outside.

Sol selected a clip from the many tools behind him.

He looked around and saw that the minced meat was densely covered with small flashes of light. It was only very faint, and he knew at a glance that it was not worth much, so it didn't matter even if he threw it away.

Sol endured the discomfort, leaned over and pulled it carefully.

However, to his surprise, those shining fragments were not fragments from the corpse, but some tiny powders.

Sol changed to a smaller tweezers and picked out a few slightly larger pieces of white powder.

In the flesh and blood, they still maintain their original color and are not dyed red.

He spent time and collected a small handful, and his waist was sore.

Sol kept a little, wrapped the rest in brown paper, and put it in a small box on the long table behind him.

Sol grabbed the remaining parts of the body with his hands and poured them all into the big box at the bottom, then closed the lid.

The box seemed to have the effect of isolating the smell, and the smell of blood in the room immediately dropped by several degrees.

The candle on the portal is still bright.

There is still life.

Thor pulled the wrench and watched as the conveyor belt brought him the next customer.

This guest is a little girl who looks to be only five or six years old.

Sol tilted his head, feeling a little unbearable.

Why is there such a young girl in the wizard's tower?

He had never heard of any wizard getting married and having children here.

It's a pity that death will always treat everyone equally, and no one will be let go just because people can't bear it.

Thor took a deep breath, straightened his head and attitude, and continued to observe the corpse using semi-immersive meditation.

"No, she's not a little girl."

After careful observation, Sol made other discoveries.

"The teeth and bones don't look like those of a child."

Thanks to the knowledge in the book "Corpse", Thor has some discerning ability.

"It should be an apprentice. Due to the influence of some witchcraft, his appearance has changed into that of a child, but his internal organs and bones are still that of an adult."

Although he knew it was unfair to the woman in front of him, Sol's tightened heart still felt a little relaxed.

He finished processing it quickly and put the remaining parts into the big box below.

The light on the teleportation port is still bright.

"Oh, there is still life..."

The third guest must have gone through a battle. There were many marks on his body from being hacked by knives and axes. His head was even pierced, and the black conveyor belt below could be seen.

After finishing his work, Sol looked up.

The light is still on.

Why is it still there?

He suddenly looked up at the time and saw that it was already half past six.

Half an hour was not enough time for him to carefully examine the entire body.

However, the amount of materials he handed over today is enough, and the last guest can just deal with it casually.

The last guest appears with the rumble of the conveyor belt.

She is a plump woman.

She may have died from some kind of curse, and her body was covered with dense cracks.

There was no blood flowing out from the crack.

Thor used meditation to look and saw countless translucent tongues sticking out of the crack.

These tongues were like little birds waiting to be fed by their mother. They turned around and shook their soft tongues towards Sol.

Sol stretched out the tweezers, and the tongues turned, as if waiting for feeding.

Thor had goosebumps all over his body.

Whatever those tongues were, he didn't want to touch them with his hands.

Moreover, the body in front of me was very complete, and it seemed that the apprentices responsible for the first two processes did not touch her much.

Sol turned around, ready to change to a long clip, but he caught sight of the little white crystal that he had secreted.

He picked one up with tweezers and moved it over the crack of the female corpse again.

This time, the transparent little tongue that was close to the tweezers actually retracted into the crack, as if it was afraid of the crystal stones.

Moreover, when the translucent tongue retracted into the slit, a bright spot appeared when the slit protruded.

"This crystal...does it have the power to expel strange things?"

Sol retracted the tweezers and his tongue came out again.

Thor simply threw the small crystal, which was no bigger than a grain of rice, into the crack.

"Chi!"

Along with a faint burning sound, a stream of green smoke came out of the crack.

Sol quickly took two steps back and held his breath.

Fortunately, the smoke dissipated quickly and the hard-cover book did not respond.

He waited for a while, then returned to the body, cut open the slit where there was no longer a tongue, and rummaged around for a while.

The original small crystals have been completely powdered and appear to be useless.

Saul pinched out a small tumor at the flash point.

"Use crystals to destroy a tongue and you will get a sarcoma. Then of course I choose... crystals!"

Thor turned around and opened the box where he had just stored the crystals. When he closed the lid again, the original small pack of crystals in the box had turned into a lonely little sarcoma.

The candlelight on the teleportation platform finally dimmed.

Sol packed his things and looked up to see that it was already half past seven.

Don't stay in the East Tower after eight o'clock.

He quickly grabbed the books and papers on the table and rushed out of the corpse room.

"Um?"

A figure stood in front of Sol, and the two almost collided.

However, the man in front took a step back early, allowing Thor to miss.

"I'm sorry!" Sol apologized and immediately wanted to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped and looked back.

"Are you the senior in charge of the first morgue?"

The man Saul almost bumped into came from further down the corridor.

His hair is gray and his skin has no wrinkles.

His eyelids were drooped, as if he was half asleep.

"Yeah." The other person seemed to have a good temper, or he had no desire to interact with others. He hummed and was about to walk past Sol.

"Um?"

That lackluster second-level apprentice, when passing by Sol, glanced at the blueprint in Sol's hand.

"Um……"

He stretched out his index finger and pointed at Sol's right hand.

Thor lowered his head and saw what he was holding in his palm - a three-dimensional coordinate composite rune diagram.