Lord of the Witches

There are some lucky people in the extraordinary world. They are ordinary human beings without inheritance, but they can always obtain enviable extraordinary powers due to some accidents or coincidences.

The former ace pilot in front of him, now an alcoholic, is one of them.

The so-called Storm Blessed One, just like the "Wild Blessed One" encountered in the small town of Moore, will receive huge boosts and favors under certain circumstances.

In other words, for other extraordinary people, the extremely terrifying stormy weather is extremely comfortable for him. He will not suffer any damage in the storm, and he will even be strengthened. If he practices more deeply, he can directly summon Storms are also a breeze.

However, from the word "passive" displayed in the information, it can be seen that this person has not cultivated his own abilities.

"Surviving many air crashes is regarded as a person blessed by luck, but losing one's relatives one after another is another breath of bad luck and a poor person."

After glancing at the first fragment of information, Tang Qi sighed slightly.

Using the "Body Controlling Curse" to dispel the alcohol in the opponent's body, the middle-aged man gradually became sober, but his face was still haggard and decadent.

"Mr. Eric Hartmann?"

"Um?"

"You know that a qualified pilot cannot drink too much alcohol?"

When Tang Qi spoke, he pointed to the empty wine bottle in his hand.

Eric Hartman seemed a little uncomfortable suddenly turning from drunk to sober, and was confused for a few seconds. After fully waking up, he looked at Tang Qi who had not hidden his face in front of him.

Although he passively became a "Blessed of the Storm", he is a true transcendent after all, possessing the most basic perception ability.

In his perception, the young man in front of him, who looked a bit thin, exuded an extremely terrifying aura. He seemed to have thought of something, and a faint brilliance of hope flashed in his eyes.

He raised his head suddenly, looked at Tang Qi, his lips trembled slightly, his face showed hesitation, but finally he said: "As long as you can let me..."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Eric, bringing the dead back to life is the realm of the gods. I can't do it, and even if there is a similar method, you must not be able to pay the price. Since you are already in the old tavern, you should have heard a lot of this. It's a kind of story, the resurrected relatives must not be what you imagined."

Tang Qi interrupted him, and calmly stated the facts he knew before.

The revival of the mysterious side brought chaos and terror, but also gave hope to many people.

For example, some people who are lucky enough to become superhumans, seeing this extraordinary magical power, will want to realize some originally elusive wishes, and resurrecting their dead relatives is one of the important options.

But those people's "attempts" have never been successful.

Most common consequences:

"They dug up the bones of their loved ones, but what came back were zombies, or monsters that occupied the corpses... Some people also chanted ancient taboo spells, trying to call back the souls of their loved ones from the world of the dead, but what returned was often terrible evil spirit."

"Before becoming a god, don't provoke death."

From Tang Qi's mouth, another iron law on the mysterious side spit out.

In fact, there is no need for Tang Qi to remind him. Eric Hartman, who is the Blessed of the Storm, has been hanging out in the old tavern. He has heard too many stories like this, so even though he misses his relatives very much, he has not made up his mind. Determined to touch the taboo.

He came to apply for the job only with a glimmer of hope, the existence of a "superior aircraft", whether it is an organization or an individual, represents strength.

Perhaps, there are other ways.

But what Tang Qi said just now shattered the hope in his eyes.

Eric Hartman's face became gloomy again, he lowered his head slowly, and murmured in a low voice, "So, excuse me."

After speaking, he planned to get up and leave.

As Tang Qi said, on the mysterious side, traffic rules are also used, and people who drink alcohol cannot become pilots.

The moment Eric got up, a calm voice entered his ears.

"I can't bring the dead back to life, and I can't let you see the souls of your dead relatives, because too much time has passed, and they have all entered the world of the dead in the 'mystery', but if you want, you can try to pass on to them information."

"There is only one chance, and there may not be a reply."

Tang Qi's words instantly restored Eric Hartmann's eyes.

He raised his head suddenly, unable to hide the surprise and apprehension on his face at all, resisting the impulse, tremblingly said: "What price do I have to pay?"

Sure enough, transcendents who have been on the mysterious side for a long time know that in order to obtain anything, they need to pay a corresponding price.

Tang Qi looked at Eric Hartman. He could indeed allow Eric to "talk" to his dead relatives. The ghosts of relatives meet.

But looking at Eric's decadent appearance, it was obvious that his relative had passed away for a while.

Unless there are some accidents, the souls of the dead will enter the "mysterious", unknowable world of death. As for the final destination, that is a mystery that the extraordinary world cannot explain.

Almost all attempts to bring the "return of the dead" will fail, with dire consequences.

But if it's just passing information, it's not that serious, and even has a high success rate.

However, it belongs to the category of "necromantic witchcraft". Tang Qi has not practiced it, but in the entire Melada witch group, there are several witches involved in this type of witchcraft, and they have good attainments.

Although the witches have not yet returned, they also taught many teachers in the school before they left.

For example, Professor Eva, she is considered to be a half-disciple of "Esmeralda".

Tang Qi had looked at the faculty roster before, and one of the teachers was a "dead witch" who was fully proficient in witchcraft such as "dead whispers" and "death messengers", which was enough to help Eric Hartman.

With a certain idea, Tang Qi said directly: "Quit drinking and go to work."

"No problem, but it may take some time to quit drinking, can you let me first..."

"No, just be patient and quit immediately."

Before Eric could finish speaking, Tang Qi put a hand on his shoulder, and cast a powerful version of the body control spell instantly.

This witchcraft that can control other people's bodies can suppress and solve problems involving ancient bloodlines like Shae and Luka, let alone a mere problem of alcohol addiction.

"ah!"

Of course, the process of quitting alcohol is bound to be painful.

After recruiting a suitable pilot, Tang Qi did not delay in the old tavern. Now a group of his friends, Raphael seems to be busy with heavy tasks.

Old Coulson seemed to have finally regained his fighting spirit and made up his mind to improve his rank as a "healer" and no longer be suppressed by his two powerful older brothers.

The rest of Savoy and Jason tried to pull Tang Qi to play.

But these two have lovers, Tang Qi resolutely refused in order not to be forced to eat dog food.

On the contrary, Jennifer is obviously willing to date her "idol".

However, Tang Qi glanced at Eva beside him, thought about his image as the headmaster, and didn't say anything about going for a drink. He just smiled and nodded at Jennifer, expressing that he was recently studying a big topic "Wizard school" Birth and Destruction", if you are free, you can come to the school to study with him.

Then he opened the door and brought Professor Eva and Eric Hartman, who couldn't wait to take up his post, back to the secret place of Huxin Island.

Tang Qi had just left, and Jason, who had failed in trying to feed the dog food, was winking and trying to say something, but at this moment, Jennifer, who had been smiling all the time, seemed to hear something, and her face changed drastically.

Along with it, Jason also changed his face.

The two took out a strange object from their bosoms at almost the same time, and after earnestly receiving a piece of information from it, they looked at each other, and they both saw strong worry in each other's eyes, as if the bad thing they had been worrying about for a long time finally became a reality at this moment .

"A mysterious organization appeared in the Blake Mountains. In an unknown way, an entrance to a foreign land was opened, and there were traces of unknown race activities at the other end."

...

Blake Mountains, ten minutes ago.

This is a mountain range close to Mihuang City, but some distance away from this bustling city. It does not produce precious tree species, and there are no other resources that humans covet, so it maintains a complete forest style, primitive and wild.

In a dark valley near the main peak of the mountain range, a battle is coming to an end.

The two sides of the battle, one side is a knight wearing a black cloak but wearing armor inside, and the other side is a group of crazy looking believers wearing coarse sackcloth.

Although the number of the former was small, the holy light gushing from their long swords easily slaughtered each other.

The latter seemed to have entered a strange state. Even though they were on the verge of death and screamed after being illuminated by the holy light, none of them voluntarily surrendered. Instead, they laughed and slammed into the altar in the deepest part of the valley.

It was an altar made entirely of flesh and bones, with weird and ancient lines engraved in the center, densely packed, like countless black maggots, wriggling on it, following the crazy believers bumping into the altar, and automatically blending into it.

The gloomy light gushing out from above, making people unable to contain their fear and nausea, gradually converged into a vague portal.

boom!

A knight sword surging with holy light came from the air, but before it touched the altar, the holy light attached to it was quickly eliminated, and the long sword made of extraordinary materials and attached with holy runes was silently corroded, and finally Even the hilt of the sword disappeared completely.

The one who threw the long sword was an old man. He was wearing a long robe that normal clerks would wear. He had no armor, but his body under the robe was strong and tall, with snow-white stubble on his chin. His facial features were cold and hard, and his whole body exuded An aura like steel.

In Mihuang City, as long as there are transcendents with extensive experience, they can recognize it.

This old man is none other than John Oresim, the knight commander of the "Holy Inquisition" in the Church of Light in Mihuang State, an extremely powerful Knight of Light.

Behind Oresim, a knight used a long sword to "purify" a believer who was too late to rush to the altar, leaned over to check it, frowned tightly, and quickly came to Oresim's side, reporting: "They're all peripheral members of the Rotten Head. The mastermind had already escaped before we came. There was an error in the divination of the Stone of Prophecy, which should have been interfered by the other side with a higher-level strange object."

"Is this the eighth entrance to the foreign realm opened by the 'Rotten Head', or is it destroyed with the sword of Santos?"

While the knight was reporting, several other knights behind him were about to lift out the same heavy "sword box" that seemed to be made of stone.

But before they opened the sword box, Oresim stopped them with his hand. He stared at the completely condensed portal, watched the ripples in it, and his breathing gradually became heavy, gradually releasing There are some obstructive robes on the lower body.

The moment the robe on his body fell to the ground, a human arm that was so rotten that the bones could be seen suddenly poked out from the portal. Immediately afterwards, came the second, third, and fourth... They gently pressed down on various parts of the altar, stroking the flesh and blood of those crazy believers and innocent people.

Including the knight beside the old man, everyone's breathing became short of breath.

They suddenly felt itching all over their bodies, as if those rotten arms were touching them.

A knight subconsciously looked down at the palm of his hand holding the sword. At some point, there was a light red vertical line on the back of his hand. The extreme itching made him unable to bear the knight's sword back into its sheath, and secretly Caught a few times.

A strange touch came, and when the knight looked again, he saw that a layer of skin on the back of his hand had been grabbed off by him, and it fell off with a "click". On the back of his bloody hand, there was a completely black one without pupils. Eyes opened slowly.

Looking over, in an instant, the tide of fear is about to overwhelm his soul.

At this moment, Oresim, who took off his robe, suddenly appeared on the altar, a pair of steel-like palms went straight into the ripples, the holy light surged, and amidst the violent wailing, a huge head was forcibly crushed He pulled it out.

It was a rotting head with only "eyes". The black eyes were crowded together, enough to drive the cryptic patients crazy, and it also instantly defeated most of the knights in the field.

A terrible itching swept through the minds of every knight.

They uncontrollably threw down the knight swords in their hands, and the holy light that exploded in their bodies couldn't stop the "rotten black eyes" from growing all over their bodies. They scratched unconsciously and tore off pieces of flesh.

Seeing that the knights were about to mutate one after another, the holy light overflowing from Oresim's hands suddenly surged several times. With a muffled sound of "bang", the rotten head burst into pieces instantly, and all the rotten arms also turned into flying pieces. Gray, the knights went limp one after another.

Watching the black eyes slowly close again, the terrible itching also began to recede.

But before all the knights could relax, ripples surged crazily behind the portal, and one after another rotten arms suddenly stretched out, instantly grabbing the Oresim Knight Commander everywhere, and around his body, rotten , the head covered with "black eyeballs" poked out.

The holy light gushing out of Oresm's body was constantly eliminated by the deep pollution.

The knights continued to mutate again. In the center of the ground, the heavy stone "sword box" exploded suddenly. An ancient and gorgeous knight sword that seemed to be made of white gemstones slowly floated up, and immediately turned into a dazzling beam of light. The extremely holy light shot towards the portal.

Oresim's thick voice came at this time:

"Leave here and ask for help from the Church and the Castle Bureau."

"Tell them, there will be a wave of demons breaking out here, and I can stop it for... ten minutes."