Twenty Sided Dice

Janet's painful low hum came, and Siegel couldn't keep calm. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his breathing became heavy, and all the muscles in his body began to tighten. Siegel began to shiver, a feeling of panic and nausea spread from his chest to his body, and he almost lost control of his stealth. The young apprentice mage paused for a moment in the shadows, refocusing on the task to be accomplished next. He tried to slow his fast heartbeat. "Have control," he whispered to himself.

Slowly sticking his head out, he finally saw what was going on inside the Hall of Low Feet. The whole room is covered with messy red lines, like some crazy painter has knocked over all the paint jars. Five wooden chairs were evenly placed in the corners of the room, four of them were tied to one person each, tied layer by layer with chains, and a cloth was stuffed into their mouths. They closed their eyes and seemed to lose consciousness. A red and blue lamp **** servant was grabbing Janet and pressing her to the fifth chair.

The blood magician had his back to Siegel, who looked old and short, skinny and wrinkled on the top of his bare head. He was concentrating on depicting the magic circle, and blood was flowing from his thick veins and dripping on the ground along his fingers. Whenever two lines intersect, a strong flash of light is emitted. The smell of decaying rust in the air made Siegel feel extremely uncomfortable, and his internal organs seemed to be mixed together. The blood magician is mindful and has words, and he casts spells with great concentration.

I must act quickly! Siegel said to himself. He stood on tiptoe, avoiding all the magic lines on the ground, in case the blood magician could sense the changes in the magic circle. Breathing, air currents, sounds, and reflections from weapons had to be taken into account. Siegel held his dagger aloft in one hand and his wand in the other. He walked through arches, stone pillars, wooden chairs, and stepped closer to the blood magician.

Siegel quickly swung the knife and stabbed it towards the blood magician's neck. Just one knife... can solve all problems. But a magician always has a means to save his life, especially a blood magician who tries to survive. A magical barrier appeared on him, blocking the dragon tooth dagger.

The dragon's tooth dagger in Siegel's hand was blown to pieces, and it also destroyed the magic barrier. If it is an ordinary metal dagger, it will definitely not have this effect, only the dragon's teeth and some specific materials can cause such damage to the protective magic. Both men staggered from the shock of the explosion, but the strong Siegel was able to recover faster. His wand glowed, and energy missiles were spawning. At the same time, the obsidian dagger was also drawn out, and was about to launch a second attack.

Deng Shen was the first to react. He waved from the other side of the room. Siegel's left wrist was hit hard, and his wand flew out. However, the obsidian dagger was inserted into the blood magician's back smoothly, pierced through his left rib, and penetrated from the heart.

Siegel pulled out the dagger and found no blood on it. He hurriedly stabbed again before the Deng Shen flew over, directly severing the blood magician's cervical vertebra. The bald head drooped down immediately, but there was still no blood on the dagger.

"There is no chance for a fourth knife, assassin." The head hanging on his chest made a sound, and then the blood magician turned around. The lamp **** arrived, and the fist with lightning hit the bridge of Siegel's nose, even with his elf-like reaction speed, he couldn't dodge it. A large number of blood-red tentacles emerged from the ground and walls, and bound Siegel layer by layer. Numerous small thorns pierced into his skin, and a weak but dense current ran through Siegel's body, paralyzing him. Live this apprentice mage.

"What a brave and stupid act, you sneak attack guy." The blood magician straightened his head with his hands, and he could see his heart beating violently, and a red line drilled from his chest up his skin to under his eyes. The blood magician released his hands, and his head could turn normally again, just like before he was stabbed.

Siegel finally saw the blood magician's face, and only then did he realize that this person could hardly be called a human being. His complexion was even uglier than that of a zombie, with grayish-white corpse spots covering his forehead and cheeks, and his red eyeballs protruding from their sockets, as if they were about to fall off at any moment. His entire mouth was rotted away, his gums showing through his lips and chin. Countless tiny blood vessels wriggled under his skin, and bright red blood flowed continuously in it, which contained powerful magical energy.

"Do you really think you can get behind my back and kill me so easily? The blood is pumping in your heart like a drum, and I can hear it from a distance." The blood magician picked it up from the ground The obsidian dagger looked at it with interest: "But I didn't expect you to have such a good thing, dragon tooth and obsidian. You can hurt me, and it is already worthy of praise. What reward should I give you?"

Siegel was bound by the blood tentacles and couldn't move. His skin turned blue because of this force, but because of the paralysis, he couldn't feel it at all. If this continues, Siegel's limbs will soon begin to die due to ischemia. Seeing that the blood magician had the situation under control, he slightly weakened the power of the spell. He walked up to Siegel, pierced the apprentice mage's earlobe with an obsidian dagger, took a drop of blood from it, and tasted it with his tongue.

Then, his eyes widened, with a very surprised expression. The blood magician muttered, "Perfect blood? How can there be a human of perfect blood?" At the same time, he stabbed several wounds on Siegel's body: the back of his neck, his fingers, the apex of his heart, and his right waist. He "taste" the blood here, then closed his mouth, closed his eyes, and stood quietly in the center of the room. His fingers trembled slightly, as if writing some kind of spell out of thin air. It can be seen that his brows are sometimes wrinkled and sometimes relaxed. The blood magician has encountered a choice that is difficult to decide, and is thinking and calculating with his heart.

Siegel kept trying to break free, but he started to feel more and more hungry. With the rapid loss of physical strength, the power of magic resistance in exchange for him can regain consciousness in an instant. However, the blood tentacle magic has always existed and continued to bind him. Siegel would then be paralyzed again, still under the control of the blood mage. He discovered the downside of the twenty-sided dice's magic resistance: it's hard to get rid of lingering spell effects.

"Untie that old man from the chair and throw it aside, his blood will be useless." The blood magician opened his eyes and immediately gave an order to the lamp god. Then, turning around and facing Siegel, he said: "Your perfect blood is too hard for me to give up, and you happen to be a mage, young and strong. It is fate that smiles on me. I will be born again, Coming to the world with a noble and powerful bloodline. But I never dreamed of having a new body, until now. You should be honored, little assassin, and I will use your body to continue walking on to the legend."

Siegel's eyes widened, 'This is the effect of the bloodline key spell, I'm not a perfect bloodline, your senses have been deceived! ' He wanted to shout like that, but he was paralyzed, let alone his tongue, he couldn't even blink his eyelids. He watched Janet tethered to a chair, falling asleep under the influence of magic. A strong old man untied from his chair and threw it in the corner like garbage. Siegel was knotted out of the blood tentacles by the Djinn and tied to the old man's original chair. However, his treatment was special, and he was not put into a deep sleep by spellcasting. So he could clearly see that the blood magician began to drip blood on the ground again, the new lines covered some old lines, and the whole magic circle was more complicated. Especially around Siegel's chair, the blood-colored lines are more dense than other sums. The blood magician has been silent, preparing the ritual with extraordinary concentration. Siegel didn't know how much blood he had shed, so he could only roughly estimate that if ordinary people bleed like this, they would have become mummified corpses long ago.

After an unknown amount of time, the blood magician finally completed the transformation of the magic circle and stood up. He stared at Siegel with those blood-red eyes, and a burst of icy cold pierced into the apprentice Mage's mind like a steel needle. Siegel couldn't struggle, and his pain multiplied. He looked into the blood magician's eyes, trying to make himself ignore the pain and concentrate on thinking about countermeasures. Even in such unfavorable circumstances, Siegel tried to save himself.

"After a while, I will become you." The blood magician's eyes widened, and the bottomless blood-red **** was hidden in those eyes. He asked coldly, "What else do you want to say?"

Siegel had been released from the blood tentacles. He was on the verge of starvation, but finally got out of the state of paralysis. He knew that this was his only chance, and he couldn't let the blood magician know, so he completely relaxed his muscles, pretending to be immobile, not talking, watching, or moving. Then the Djinn flew over and took off his clothes, as naked as he had been when he was born. With the help of the twenty-sided dice, Siegel's necklace, space key, and dice themselves were not found, and the wand and weapon were all tossed aside by the Djinn. He was thrown into the fifth chair, his head leaning limply on his shoulders—Siegel had been pretending to be paralyzed, not responding even if the Djinn touched his genitals. The mage focused on the magic circle, and Siegel got through.

While checking the circle, the blood magician glanced at the five people on the chairs one by one, and he rattled out a declaration of victory: "Young apprentice mage, I really envy you, and you have the blessing of youth. You can't imagine death. The horror. I have the blood, I thought I could control my own body, but the power of time still affects me. Except for the blood, all my body is decaying and dying." He tore off a piece from his chin. Layerskin threw it to the ground in disgust, and continued: "After discovering this, I began to learn the power of the undead again. Converting a lich can escape the erosion of time, but my blood magic interferes with this process, making me Become human and ghost. In the end, the only way for me to survive is the blood transfer technique I created. Replace blood and reverse fate. This spell is destined to shock the world, and you are fortunate to be its carrier. "

As soon as his voice fell, the magic circle began to work, so Siegel saw Prince Aaron, Evan, Janet and a certain Dawn Guard, a small hole was blown between their eyebrows, and the blood pooled. A thin line, drilled out of the hole. The line formed by the blood of the king is the thickest, and the blood of the demons is the thinnest. They converge and concentrate on the top of the blood magician's head, forming a counterclockwise vortex, which drills into the middle of his skull. The blood mage's eyes shone brightly, like two fireballs blazing. He used an obsidian dagger to cut through the blood vessels of both wrists, threw the daggers aside, and closed the wounds tightly, letting his blood flow to the ground.

The blood magician showed a strange smile. He pointed at Siegel with two index fingers and made a cold voice: "It's started."