Mystic Dominator

Standing alone in the living room.

Ronald could vaguely smell the smell of barbecue coming from the corpse in front of him.

Under the merciless attack of the force of 'violence', this blacksmith who lost his will was roasted to the inside and out, and he couldn't die any more.

Ronald calmed down and felt it carefully.

There is no doubt that there is a suffering soul in the river of blood.

But this incident did not bring him any intuitive strengthening, but a feeling of natural development.

If you give an example, this is like a person hoarding a lot of food in a warehouse. Only in an emergency, these hoards will play an irreplaceable function.

However, in normal times, I don't feel anything special at all.

"well--"

Ronald sighed, and threw the chair he was holding on to the ground.

Click——

The poor wooden chair shattered, and the whole structure fell apart completely.

Although the quality is excellent, the chair is basically damaged after being hammered with all its strength before.

Immediately, Ronald waved his hand.

He tried to bring the blacksmith's soul out of the blood river, at least to try how the soul appeared in it first.

——Almost at the same time when I first came up with this idea.

From the black mist on the floor, a faint gray shadow immediately emerged, and the human figure surrounded by green smoke was like a dream.

After a rough look at the humanoid virtual image.

Ronald was silent for a few seconds before stepping forward to take a closer look.

This soul imprisoned in the blood river is really very vague after appearing in reality.

Even standing within half a meter, he couldn't see the details of this guy's face at all, and could barely make out a vague expression of pain.

"..."

"Can you talk?"

Ronald tried to communicate with this soul.

It turned out to be a pity that this guy didn't respond when faced with the questioning. Apart from maintaining his own existence and that painful look, he just stood there blankly, waiting for Ronald to issue an attack command.

in silence...

Ronald waved his hand, causing the soul to return to the black mist formed by the power of 'violence'.

If there is a chance, he plans to take animals such as rats after returning to the city, and try the specific attack mode of this thing first.

For now, let's put it aside for the time being.

Stretching his wrist and body, Ronald walked slowly to the fireplace in the living room, and then picked up the tongs hanging by the side.

laugh--

The tongs were inserted directly into the blacksmith's corpse, and he dragged the cooked corpse back to the previous bedroom.

—Although he is already dead.

But Ronald felt that it was safer for the corpse to be within his sight.

Go back to the bedroom, among the ruins of the smashed wardrobe.

The magic guide book I saw earlier was still lying in it obediently.

The appearance of black mist lingers, people can see its extraordinary at a glance.

——It's time to see what the origin of this thing is.

Thinking of this, Ronald directed the black mist to cover the surface of the grimoire.

The menacing 'violent' power covered it, and only a 'swoosh' sound was heard, and the black mist on the surface of the magic book evaporated and disappeared instantly.

Being directly touched by the power in "Divine Comedy", it can't even turn a splash.

But it was at this very moment.

The power that accompanied the lingering magic book was completely eliminated.

At the same time as it spread out, a special magic power spread rapidly towards the surroundings.

Ronald immediately stretched his hands in front of his chest, and the black mist rose simultaneously.

However, this inexplicable power continued to spread away after only sweeping his position, and it didn't bring him any feeling other than that.

"..."

What is this?

Ronald recalled the knowledge he had read in the Bureau of Investigation.

This situation doesn't look like a curse, nor does it belong to a certain type of attack.

Could it be that this thing is simply an early warning technique to warn other people from touching the magic book?

After hesitating for a moment, Ronald turned his head and glanced around.

During this period of time, nothing in the room changed, nor did the corpse lying on the ground change.

It really has no extra effect at all...

Just to be on the safe side, Ronald took another two steps back before commanding the black mist to pull the magic book in the ruins in front of him.

This time, nothing superfluous happened.

The magic guide book was placed in front of Ronald very smoothly.

However, after the previous smoky special effects dissipated, he realized that this thing was actually not as exaggerated as he had imagined.

Specifically, this is a very simple little notebook.

There are no words or pictures on the cover, it's like a primary school student's homework book with the outer skin torn off.

Out of the consideration of not wanting to touch this thing directly, Ronald simply propped up the magic book with black mist while turning the pages.

Immediately, some crooked words came into view.

Because the handwriting of the person who wrote it was too miserable, Ronald could only barely recognize that it was a type of Latin alphabet.

As for the content...

With the guarantee of his general knowledge of language, he can still read without hindrance.

To put it simply, most of the contents are words related to psychology. Words such as "similar behavior simulation", "subconscious diffusion", and "environmental interference awareness" are everywhere.

But at the same time, the contents of this magic guide book do not form a word order connection with each other. Using Chinese as an example, it is as if someone wrote a sentence in the diary [big tree, small bird, big explosion, complete cupping].

Actions and names lack prepositions and do not constitute normal language at all.

Immediately, Ronald tried to read the words above.

"..."

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and the magic book still didn't respond at all.

This also proved that Ronald's previous feeling was not wrong.

The book in his hand is indeed not the original.

According to the information I saw in the investigation bureau before, apart from the extraordinary items of unknown origin like the original scriptures, there are very few knowledgeable and mysterious people in this world who can actually make some powerful magic books.

This thing seems to be such a product.

It's a pity that due to the ability of the Divine Comedy Black Mist, the magic power attached to the magic book has been completely defeated.

If there is no repair by the maker of this magic book, this thing is just an ordinary notebook, and no one can cast spells with it.

so......

What kind of school is this?

Many famous things flashed through Ronald's mind.

However, since he himself has no relevant research, it is still impossible to find out the truth from such a scattered vocabulary.

"Tsk—"

Shaking his head as if giving up, Ronald wrapped the magic guide book with the clothes in the closet, and then stuffed it into the pocket of his coat.

Judging from the current situation.

The matter of Celephaz should be considered over.