Part Two: The Human World Chapter Twelve: Corpse Dragon
"I haven't seen such a big scene for a long time." Sandro found a foothold among the corpses with great difficulty and walked forward step by step.
This is a valley between two hills. Densely packed corpses fill almost every ground in the valley. The smell of blood seems to condense the air in the valley into a huge solid, making it difficult to breathe smoothly inside.
These are the corpses of imperial soldiers. From the marks on the corpses, it is obvious that they died in battle, but there are no traces of other enemies here.
Bishop Ronis' face was ugly, his candle-like eyes scanned the corpse, and he followed Sandro silently. He was wearing a very ordinary monk's robe, and he looked like an ordinary man.
Just an old man.
There was a protruding rock in the middle of the valley, and a man in a red robe squatted on it, placing something. When he saw Sandro and Bishop Ronis approaching, he immediately stood up and moved forward to greet them.
"After more than twenty years apart, it is really gratifying to see the spirit of the two teachers still so strong." The man in red robe bowed to Sandro and Bishop Ronis. "Because I didn't expect this.
The troops are moving so fast, so the position of the teleportation magic circle is a little off, making the two teachers have to work hard, I'm really sorry."
"Did you kill these people?" Bishop Ronis asked, staring at the man in red.
"Yes." The man in red robes replied respectfully. "They were assigned to go to the orc castle in the north to scout and harass. It was a dead end anyway, so it would be better to die here to save them from the pain of running around and killing them. I will send them
The captain took control and asked him to bring the team in and use illusions here to make them kill each other. It is much better to die in the hands of one's own people than to be ravaged by those orcs."
Sandro looked at the man in red robe covering his face and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
The man in red robe stretched out his withered hands like chicken claws and took off the robe covering his face, revealing half of his ordinary face. There was no muscle or skin from his mouth to his jaw, revealing a grayish color like the corner of a toilet wall.
The teeth, bones, and muscles attached to it were like withered grass. He used that half of his face to show a half-wry smile: "The student didn't take good care of me, and someone damaged the mask that Mr. Sandro specially made for me. But it was also the mountain that damaged this mask.
Teacher Drew's students should be considered my junior brothers?" This is the scar left when fighting Asa in the Whispering Forest.
Sandro thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Not my student..." At least Asa never called him teacher.
The man in red robe said: "But I saw him wearing the robe of the Ghost King that you took away, and his exposed parts were not injured at all by my magic. This is something that only those who have practiced true meditation can completely
The protective effect of the Ghost King's robe is brought into play... You took away the Meditation of Truth more than twenty years ago, how could someone who is not your student practice it?"
Bishop Ronis turned his head and glanced at Sandro, but Sandro pretended not to notice.
"He's not your student... could he be your son?" the man in red robe asked. "Not long ago, the student hurt him without permission. I hope the teacher won't be offended."
Sandro shook his head and said: "No...he is my student..." He couldn't explain clearly, so he tentatively admitted it.
"That is a very energetic young man. No wonder the teacher likes him so much. Although I hurt him, he fell into the sunwell, so he should be fine."
Bishop Ronis frowned and said: "You tried every possible means to send people to give us two teleportation scrolls just because you want us to come and talk nonsense with you?"
"Of course not. Teachers, please look over there." He pointed to the rock where he was squatting just now. There was a green leaf in the center of the magic circle painted on the rock. The smell of corpses in the valley could not hide the scattering of the leaves.
Bring out vitality.
"I want to use the power of two teachers to complete an unprecedented magic ritual." The voice of the man in red changed. Although it was still hoarse and weird, he was excited and excited. "With the life force of the leaves of the world tree as the core, use this
The body of the corpse will create a magical life form. This will be the most powerful creature in history. The completely different magical powers of the teacher and I can be combined around the vitality of the leaves of the world tree, and the cycle will be endless. Especially with the help of the world
The power of the tree leaves can also be used to create the legendary ultimate white magic, resurrection."
"Oh?" Sandro's eyes widened.
"This magical ritual can even surpass the power of the ancient gods. It will be the highest realm of magic, a testimony of mankind's challenge to the Creator, and the greatest work of art. This great initiative will be carried out by the strongest of our three continents.
The magician will execute it." The man in red robe's voice became hoarse and weird because of his excitement. Sandro seemed to be infected by his emotions, and his eyes began to shine with a strange fiery light.
"Do you think I will agree?" Bishop Ronis' voice was as cold as a basin of ice water.
"I want to ask the teacher to fulfill the promise he made twenty-three years ago. Do me a favor..."
"I only remember promising a student named Widnina that I would try my best to help her realize a wish. Unfortunately, she was gone before it was too late..." Bishop Ronis's voice was filled with memories and confusion.
The emotion seemed a little weird, but turned into a disgusted determination. "But I never remember what I said to a monster like a lich." He turned around and walked towards the way he came.
"Can the teacher bear to watch countless civilians die tragically and countless towns and villages be destroyed?" The man in red robe shouted from behind in a hoarse voice.
"What do you mean?" Bishop Ronis stopped and turned around. The light from the eyes on his thin face seemed to be burning with two balls of fire.
The man in red robe said: "The students will never threaten the teacher, they just want to remind the teacher. If this magic ceremony is held in this wild land, the students can guarantee that innocent civilians will not be harmed. If the teacher insists on refusing, the students will naturally not
If you dare to force it, then you can only give this World Tree Leaf to other people in the guild and see how they will use it... I believe the teacher can guess what the consequences will be."
Bishop Ronis said nothing, and the light in his eyes wavered, and finally walked back silently.
"Students will always remember the teacher's kindness." The man in red robe bowed to the ground. Bishop Ronis did not answer her.
The man in red robe said: "This ritual is based on Teacher Sandro's magic. Only your corpse-living technique can fully activate and synchronize the energy of these corpses. Please turn as many of these corpses into alive as possible first."
corpses, and then focus them on the magic circle. Then I will use my magic to overlap with yours and maintain it. The last and most important thing is Teacher Ronis, you have to use the resurrection spell with the vitality of the leaves of the world tree.
, unifying all magic power into a living whole. Although resurrection is only a theoretical spell, with the vitality of the leaves of the world tree and the teacher's own white magic cultivation, this must be no problem."
"Can such a ritual really work?" Sandro frowned and asked. "It seems that there has never been such a similar magic ritual. Will this magic circle you drew in a hurry really work?"
The man in red robe said: "I like the sentence you once taught me the most. Learning from predecessors is to transcend rather than to repeat. I have been studying this magic more than ten years ago. At that time, it was just a hobby.
That's all. I've been thinking about what the effect would be if the three of us strongest magic users could fuse our completely different magic powers. It wasn't until two years ago that I completed the study of this magic circle and got
After I got this World Tree Leaf, I went to study its own power. I can confirm that this magic is absolutely feasible."
"Okay, let's begin." Sandro heard this and was a little excited. He raised his hands and slowly began to recite the incantation. A group of blue-white light began to dance between his hands, and then shined around.
's corpse.
The corpses in the valley slowly began to squirm. At first, only one or two stood up slowly, and then gradually more and more. In the end, there were hundreds of corpses standing up from the pool of blood.
At first, the movements of these corpses were very slow and stiff, but as Sandro continued to recite the mantra, the movements of these corpses became more and more flexible and soft, and they acted as if they were still alive. The corpses
He began to rush towards the leaves of the world tree on the rock. The corpses kept overlapping each other. As the corpses accumulated, they became higher and higher. The movements of the corpses behind became more and more flexible and agile, and they started to resemble apes.
Other corpses were also jumping and climbing, and they continued to accumulate higher, forming a mountain of corpses.
As the corpses continued to accumulate, Sandro began to show a look of exertion, and his raised hands began to tremble slightly. After all, this was the control of hundreds of corpses.
The man in red robe also began to recite his magic: "Dragon of darkness sleeping in the cracks of time, please revive your soul from ancient memories. I summon you in the name of darkness and destruction. Please show your power in this world.
strength."
Just like in the Whispering Forest, the illusion of a cyan dragon began to condense in the air. The difference is that this time the illusion is clearer, as if it is a real object with shape and quality. The position of the dragon is also clear.
It was not at the man in red robe, but it happened to coincide with the mountain where the corpses were accumulated. The corpses were also changing positions according to the scope of the dragon's illusion. The dragon did not open its mouth to spit out flames, but just stood there quietly.
"Teacher Ronis, it's your turn." The man in red robe shouted loudly, but Bishop Ronis did not move.
"Teacher, please use resurrection." The voice of the man in red began to tremble, and Sandro's hands trembled even more. Bishop Ronis still did not move, only staring at the corpse and the illusion of the dragon.
"Teacher, I can't control it anymore." The body of the man in red began to shake. The illusion of the dragon began to slowly raise its head and inhale. There was a strong sound of wind in the valley, and the air began to condense towards the dragon. Keep moving.
Spells in this time are an unimaginable burden on any spellcaster, and they will consume both the body and the spirit.
Sandro's body began to shake violently, and blood began to overflow from the corners of his mouth. The blood flowed down his beard. On the way, it was sucked towards the giant dragon by the strong wind in the valley. The red-robed man's body was like a picture in the strong wind.
The dead leaves were about to be torn apart at any time, and the sound of bones hitting each other came from the shaking body. She shouted in a voice that was so trembling that it was difficult to hear clearly: "Teacher, if you don't take action, we will all die."
The dragon's head has been raised upwards, and the wind has become silent.
"Great Mother of Life, please use the hand that gives life to all things to touch these dead things that are waiting for life, and let the lost souls return." Bishop Ronis finally stretched out his hand. A pure white streak appeared in the sky.
A cross-shaped light curtain descended and fell on the dragon's body.
The dragon's movements stopped, and hundreds of corpses glowed white under the white light. They began to squirm like a bunch of huge worms, gradually merging with each other, and finally completely merged with the dragon's illusion.
For one.
Sandro and the man in red robes fell to the ground softly at the same time, as if their bodies had been completely drained. Bishop Ronis stepped forward and stretched out his hand to press on Sandro's body and used recovery magic. Sandro was slow.
Stand up slowly.
A turbid roar that could not be uttered by any creature resounded through the sky, and the giant dragon gathered with hundreds of corpses moved on its own. You could see the clothes, armor and weapons of the corpses scattered like scales on every part of his body.
There was blood and internal organs dripping from its body from time to time.
The man in red robe was still lying limply on the ground, his empty eyes emitting all the remaining brilliance in his body, looking at the behemoth formed by the corpses, and murmured: "It's so beautiful..."
The corpse dragon shook its body, confirmed its existence, and raised its head high as if celebrating its birth.
Sandro hurriedly dragged the man in red robes to his side, and then he and Bishop Ronis worked together to prop up a spherical magic barrier.
The dark green flames sprayed out by the corpse dragon lowered its head filled every part of the valley. When the flames dissipated, everything disappeared, and even more than half of the rock walls on both sides were cut off. The corpse dragon stepped forward
He moved his huge body out of this completely deformed valley.
The man in red robe lying on the ground shouted weakly but excitedly: "I saw it, this is the real Dragon of Darkness. It is not an illusion created by magic power, it is a real thing, a miracle that even the Creator cannot create. This is
It is a masterpiece of magic, the highest expression of wisdom, and evidence of human superiority over gods."
Sandro looked at the corpse dragon in horror, shook his head slowly and said: "This is indeed a masterpiece of magical wisdom, but now I regret it a little. It seems that it is beyond our control."