Technician’s Manual

"It's so heavy, can you cut off your waist first?"

On the tenth floor of the Silence Spiral, Harvey lay on the edge of the crack and grabbed the orc with his only right hand. It stands to reason that he has no other limbs to grab the ground, and should be dragged down by the orcs. However, there is a mummy behind Harvey holding Harvey. Although the mummy does not have much strength, its overall quality is at least greater than that of the orcs.

The orc smiled bitterly: "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't cut my waist. Besides, mentor, you can't pull me, maybe it's not because of my weight."

Chikara is also in better shape than Harvey, his left hand regenerated to the elbow, and his legs are still empty.

The moment Chikara was swept into the crack, Harvey immediately spread his phantom wings and flew over, grabbing Chikara's wrist at the last minute. However, Void Wing not only couldn't bring them up, on the contrary, Harvey was almost dragged down by Chikara. Fortunately, Harvey was able to control Alice, and the three of them hugged in a string and barely stopped the fall.

However, after three minutes, Harvey not only failed to pull up Chikara, but even fell down a little. Although it is the original version, Harvey's body was just produced after all, and he didn't even have complete accessories for his limbs. His muscles, blood vessels, and skin were too delicate. Simply put, he was impatient.

After three minutes of exertion, Harvey's right hand has become sore, and he can't even lift his elbow. The necromancer pondered for a moment, and his arm suddenly turned gray and dry, like the arm of a ghoul.

"It's not about strength." Chikara shook his head: "If strength was useful, you would have pulled me up just now."

Harvey didn't answer, but the grayish black on his arm spread to Chikara's. The orc was stunned, and immediately understood the necromancer's intention, "You want to turn me into a corpse, see if you can remove my special state, and then find a way to become a normal person?"

However, when the corpse aura spread over Chikara's small body, the orc gasped and shuddered: "Guide, teacher, stop, I, I can't stand it... It's terrible, so uncomfortable, I don't want to..."

"So, mentor, have you been suffering this kind of torture all the time?" Chikara shook his teeth and fought, but it didn't affect his words: "The parts infected with corpse qi seem to be stuffed into the size of a finger. Inside the box, I couldn't move, turn, or touch, so depressed that I wanted to cut these parts directly."

"Teacher, when you use icy cold fire, your whole body is soaked in corpse aura, isn't that..."

"That's the closest thing to death," Harvey said. "Being locked in a box, unable to think, unable to move, unable to do anything, trapped forever."

Chikara couldn't help but ask, "If that's the case, then, Master, you should be very afraid of death, right?"

"That's just near death, not real death." Harvey said: "According to the records of Haagen-Dazs, death is no joy, no pain, no action, and no stillness. Death is nothing, the end of everything. , death is not a feeling, it's a state, like you're grown up and asleep, so it's not worth fearing or yearning for."

"When you are first exposed to corpse qi, you may feel fear and disgust, but when you are exposed to corpse qi for a long time, you will begin to pursue a deeper 'deep' death. For example, after I smoked cigarette candy, I experienced corpse qi, and I felt like I was really dead."

Chikara smiled bitterly: "Teacher, your taste is too...high-end."

The orc turned his head and looked at Renyu who fell from the crack, then he turned to look at Harvey, and murmured, "Teacher, why did you... not fall?"

"I thought it was because of your strength, but I seemed to have seen the 'forest protector' Qin Ri also fall. Even a legendary magician can't resist this kind of catastrophe, so it shouldn't be a problem of strength, not to mention that you are seriously injured at the beginning of your life. heal."

"If it's because of the wrong race, most of the people who fell are humans, and I'm still an orc. Age? Gender? Magic faction? Feelings are not the decisive factor."

Harvey said, "There is only one difference between me and you."

"Yes." Chikara said, "I am from Senluo, but you are not my mentor."

"Let me give a rough description. I feel like I'm in a torrent now. Under a downward force, all my struggles will be offset by the torrent, so the phantom wings are useless, magic spirits are useless, and miracles are useless." The orc said: "If this is a cataclysm that only affects Senluo people, then I am afraid that all Senluo people are being rushed to the silent spiral. Whether it is a magician or a non-artist, it is inevitable that they will die."

"At that time, only the outsiders like your mentor will survive, and all Senluo people will die."

Harvey watched Chikara quietly. In the rain of people, the mentor and apprentice enjoyed a rare silence.

After a long time, Chikara finally spoke slowly:

"Grass!"

The orc trembled, grabbed the arm of the necromancer, almost clenched his silver teeth, and roared: "Why do we all have to die! And you can survive just because you are not Senluo?! What! Why! Why!"

"I'm a sanctuary magician! A sanctuary magician above all living beings! How can I die so obediently, so unworthy of mention, so... aggrieved!"

Chikara cried until tears came out of her nose, and even cried like a child. This beastman who is slender, able to bend and stretch, and who is at peace with what he encounters, reveals his truest side at this moment, without any skill, but only with emotion.

This is the charm of death. In the face of the fairest death, all living beings can reveal their true heart.

"Sorry, mentor." Chikara sobbed, squinting her eyes hard, as if trying to squeeze the tears away: "It makes you look ugly."

"It's not ugly." Harvey said, "I've never been able to tell the difference between you orcs, but just now, I remember you. No matter who it is, when he charges towards death, he will show the most real beauty."

The orc snorted and smiled bitterly: "I really don't know if you are mocking me... I also imagine that you are so calm and even joyful to welcome death, but I really can't do it. In fact, most people in this world are It's impossible to do that, which is why there is a position like a hospice."

"You're not going to die," Harvey said. "An hour, a day, a year, I'll keep holding you."

"I promised to train you to be a qualified necromancer. At least, I won't let you die until I teach you the most basic knowledge."

Chikara asked, "What are the basics of a necromancer?"

"How to become a qualified corpse." Harvey replied.

"Hurry up and teach." The orc urged.

"Actually, there's nothing to teach." Harvey said: "We can't choose our own birth, we can't choose our own fate, we can't even choose our own death. So the value of a corpse is reflected in whether he lived seriously before his death. "

"Seriously, it's not about being positive, it's not about success, it's not about smooth sailing, it's about whether there is hope in your heart. As long as there is still a place to go, even living on an overpass and eating garbage is a first-class corpse; if you live without a goal, even a legendary magician is inferior. materials."

Chikara listened carefully, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's wrong?"

"I found that I used to be inferior, but just now, I became superior."

Harvey is a little strange: "What do you mean?"

"In the Sanctuary of Tribulation of Fire and the Four Pillars of God, I have never had any goals. Until just now, I had the idea of ​​learning the necromancy faction and wanted to become a great necromancer." Chikara smiled: "Then I Are you qualified now?"

"Qualified." Harvey nodded: "Whether as a corpse or as a necromancer."

"Great." The orc sighed in relief, but shook his head again: "It's a pity it's useless."

"Then I will also teach you how to care for the end of life." Chikara raised his head and said, "Teacher, you are too good at speaking. When you meet someone who is about to die in the future, you have to be nice to him. After all, the other party is about to become you. s material."

"Makes sense." Harvey nodded. "What should I do?"

"It's actually quite complicated. There are many tricks and taboos, but I'm running out of time. I'll teach you the elegy, and you can sing this poem directly to the dying in the future." Chikara said, "I sing one sentence, You sing a word."

"When I see that everything that grows can be perfect only in an instant."

"There is nothing on the world stage, only the flame is drawn in secret."

"I saw man grow like grass and grow and fall by the same sky."

"It was prosperous when I was young, but it was flat in Japan and China. All the good things have been erased from memory!"

"So the trick that stopped at this moment, let your youthful face appear in front of me."

"And cruel time negotiates with decay, to turn the days of your youth into dark nights,"

"To love you, I will fight against time,"

"What it took from you, I'll rekindle it."

When the last sentence was sung, Chikara's body had turned into transparent water, flowing through Harvey's fingers. More than a dozen flame magic spirits climbed up along Harvey's withered arm, and together with the necromancer, quietly watched the sentient beings falling into the crack.

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Ka!

The sharp blade of the gray fox was nailed between the rocks, and the black crow looked up at the sky. His line of sight passed through a dozen layers of silent spirals, and he could directly see the sky of Sen Luo.

The man fell like rain, making Black Crow feel as if he had become a raindrop too. He tried to climb up, but his body didn't move, and all his strength was lost, as if he was not holding a person, but a hell.

Even so, the black crow did not reveal any apprehension, UU reading www.uukanshu. com asked calmly, "Are you alright?"

He lowered his head and looked at the person he was pulling.

When the crack appeared just now, the black crow was unavoidable and fell directly into the huge crack. At the same time, a person fell from the top. The black crow almost subconsciously reached out and grabbed the opponent, and then immediately pulled out the gray fox sharp blade to chisel the wall. potential.

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying rain that made people unable to look away, and the rescued person had not spoken, so the black crow had not paid attention to each other.

Only now did he see the other party wearing cat-head pajamas, with a sweet appearance and petite figure, with both hands tightly grasping Hei Crow's wrist. In the palm of her right hand, there was a blood hole that had just been pierced.

"I'm fine, Tamashi," she said calmly, raising her head.

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ps: That poem is Shakespeare's sonnet with two words changed. Tingri has no ability to write poetry...

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