Chapter 298: Soul Magical Weapon, Yeats: You are very weak
In late autumn, on the yellow Sol Plains, the autumn wind hunts.
The eagle soared in the sky, and its sharp eyes reflected a magic carpet flying in the sky. Three figures were sitting on the crimson carpet.
Megan thoughtfully placed a protective spell around the magic carpet to avoid being affected by air currents.
This was Yeats’s first time riding such a flying instrument.
Gray also found it novel and kept looking around.
On this trip, Megan and her teacher went to Stonehenge to hunt down the absconding lich, so Megan took out this magic carpet as a means of transportation.
Yeats saw this magic carpet in the collection of books on "Flight" at Cam River University.
It is said that in the mountainous northeast of the mainland, the empire's extraordinary beings will fly long distances with the help of "magic boats" built by dwarf craftsmen.
This kind of magic boat is a highly integrated product of magic circle, machinery and alchemy, using magic crystal as energy source.
And in the mysterious and unpredictable ice sea, filled with undead and sea monsters.
Some adventurers have seen ghost ships flying in the sky burning green fire.
And record the experience of this ghost ship as a flying vehicle.
In general, extraordinary people prefer flying vehicles to flying by themselves rather than consuming magic power. This is like the difference between walking and driving. The latter is always more convenient.
On the way to [Stonehenge], the graceful and beautiful half-elf mage Megan talked with Yeats about the origin of this fugitive lich.
"In the six hundred years since Emperor Lorraine killed the Lich Queen, there have been few traces of lichs on the Midgard Continent."
Megan said:
"But inevitably, There are always some misguided mages who, out of obsession and greed for the power of magic, use alchemy, witchcraft and necromancy to transform themselves into undead creatures and refine [Soul Magical Artifacts]."
" Human souls are stored in living bodies, but lich souls are carried by cold magical weapons."
"I heard that lichs are immortal? "Gray asked, "Then how can we destroy the lich?"
"The lich is immortal. This is right or wrong."
Megan explained patiently:
"The lich's body is indeed immortal, and it can also pass through a new body. They are constantly resurrected, but as long as the lich's soul weapon is destroyed, their souls will completely die."
Megan paused for a moment, her eyes moved slightly, and said:
"It is said. Six hundred years ago, Emperor Lorraine only severely damaged the Lich King's soul weapon and sealed it, but did not completely eliminate it. Therefore, the Lich King's will sometimes affected some mages, causing them to go astray... Of course, there are also many mages who voluntarily become lichs.”
"Lifespan, body, and magic power are all constraints for humans to explore the field of magic."
"Becoming a lich, you don't have to worry about lifespan and can spend endless time studying magic."
" It sounds like the benefits are pretty great," Yeats couldn't help but say.
“The wrong path is always full of temptation.” Megan shook her head and said: “How could I not understand the excitement and satisfaction brought by studying magic? But everything is too much, and lichs will inevitably lose their humanity and become human beings. This is the reason why Lorraine issued the "Witch Extermination Order". "
The "Witch Extermination Order" was originally intended to eliminate snake-men, lich and other alien races that delve into witchcraft and are harmful to human beings.
This edict was later deliberately misinterpreted by the Holy See, resulting in a witch-hunting movement. Tens of thousands of civilians lost their lives innocently, but the authority and voice of the Holy See were repeatedly stabilized.
Yeats thought about the plot in the original work and said in deep thought:
"Then what is the Lich King's soul weapon, Teacher Megan, is it recorded in the book?"
“It’s a sword.”
Megan’s eyes were profound: “A broken, evil, lich sword full of negative emotions and curses and resentments.”
Yeats secretly thought:
"This sword must be cold and sad."
While chatting, under the hazy clouds, a majestic and amazing prehistoric monument reflected in Yeats Chi eyes.
Landing on the ground and looking up at the towering boulders, Yeats felt shocked. In this extraordinary world, this Stonehenge was even larger in scale than the spectacle of the same name in his previous life!
Megan looked up at the majestic stone arch and said with emotion:
"Stonehenge has a history of more than 4,000 years. It took prehistoric humans a thousand years to complete."
"Each huge stone weighs hundreds of tons. The quarries many kilometers away were hauled to this circular array and arranged in concentric circles..."
Megan's eyes gradually became cold.
"This wonder of human civilization will never be allowed to be desecrated by lich... Yeats, let's become invisible and enter the stone formation to find out!"
Although Megan is a half-elf , but regards themselves as a human race, Yeats thought thoughtfully, this may be the reason why Meghan is so concerned about age.
Megan is good at the "Confusion School" among the seven major schools of magic, and is a [Confusion Master] who believes in the magic goddess Minerva.
As a six-ring mage, Megan is also good at other schools. She used invisibility to cover Yeats and Gray, and everyone passed through the towering stone arch and entered the interior of Stonehenge.
Under the sunlight, these huge stones faintly emit a strange magnetic field, causing ripples in the magic network in the realm of creation, making Stonehenge even more mysterious and unpredictable.
"Stonehenge was originally a place used by prehistoric humans to sacrifice and worship gods. There is ancient magic and divinity left on these towering boulders." Megan whispered:
"The lich chose to escape here, presumably to study his witchcraft with the help of ancient magic power."
Yeats thought to himself: "My snow owl also knows ancient magic, which can open the eyes of that lich!"
"Senior Megan, which god is Stonehenge dedicated to?" Gray whispered softly. asked.
Megan hesitated for a moment and said: "The years have buried too many historical truths. It is no longer possible to find out which god was worshiped at Stonehenge, but it is certain that that god has disappeared...otherwise , the gods will be furious when they see their temples being invaded. "
[Wonder] is one of the important components of the realm of gods.
For example, [Delphi Temple] is the domain of the God of Light, who once made prophecies in the temple;
The [Minerva Acropolis] built according to the mountain topography is under the protection of the realm of the goddess of magic.
Only magnificent and majestic buildings dedicated to gods are qualified to be named wonders.
Therefore, although the contemporary Great Wall of China and the Great Wall of Winter are majestic, they still cannot be called wonders.
"The gods worshiped by Stonehenge..." Yeats recalled the plot of the original work, rubbed his chin, and thought to himself:
"It should be the [God of the Sun], the shadows of these huge rocks are... To a certain extent, it functions as a sundial, and the trajectory of the sun can also be observed based on the boulder.”
The mythical God of the Sun, who rode a chariot drawn by four flaming horses through the sky, was once a powerful god on par with the Moon God.
But after the God of Light was assassinated, the world ushered in a three-year winter, and the sun gradually lost its brilliance and eventually fell, with power scattered throughout the God Realm and the continent.
Considering the similarity between the divinity of the sun and the divinity of light, Yeats was also very eager for the divinity of the sun and wanted to use this divinity to fill the lack of divinity in the 'Sword of Silver'——
This is like if you can’t find No. 98 gasoline, use No. 95 gasoline to top it up first!
“It turns out that it is an ownerless wonder.” Gray looked around Stonehenge and sighed, “It is a miracle that it has not been occupied by outsiders after more than a thousand years.”
"There is a power hidden in Stonehenge that even the Mages Guild has not fully explored." Megan said seriously, "If you encounter danger, don't take risks, leave it to me to deal with it."
Wonderful Wonders.
Looking up at Stonehenge, Yeats could not help but feel a sense of expectation.
——This wonder is destined for me.
Waiting for the day when I open the sanctuary, I will try to move this wonder into my realm!
*
Inside Stonehenge.
A black diamond placed on a stone platform is flowing with enchanting brilliance.
The body of Yarel Morris sat quietly in a dark tomb three kilometers away from Stonehenge, closing his eyes and meditating. Using the [Soul Magical Artifact] placed inside Stonehenge, Morris greedily extracted the ancient magic power inside Stonehenge.
Feeling the gradually filling magic power in the soul magic weapon, Morris felt indescribable pleasure and slowly exhaled.
Magic power is addictive. If you lack the guidance of a master and rush forward on the path of studying arcane magic, you will easily become addicted to the pleasure brought by the power of magic and be unable to extricate yourself.
Scholars define it as a special symptom called [Demon Addiction].
A mage who cannot control magic power is destined to be controlled by magic power.
Among the human mages who fell into lichs.
Some are unable to bear the end of their lifespan and want to continue to live even if their souls die;
Some are pure idealists and researchers who are obsessed with exploring more profound fields;
Some are He is an addict who became a lich due to [Demon Addiction].
Morris, the young lich who had just transformed from a human into an undead creature, even he himself could not tell which situation he belonged to.
He is frail and sickly, and has a soul that pursues the truth, but he often lowers his noble head in front of temptation.
In the dark tomb, Morris completed today's meditation, opened his dry eye sockets filled with blue fire, looked down at his dry fingers, and muttered to himself:
"The ancient magic power is better than the magic power. The magic in the net is even more powerful! If I had learned ancient magic earlier, I wouldn’t have been stuck at the threshold of a master, unable to break through for a long time!”
“I am a genius, and geniuses should explore areas that mortals have no right to explore! !”
Morris clenched his palms hard, the blue fire in his eyes was full of strong obsession and desire, and his twisted will formed a substantial dark force field, surging coldly around him. With.
“Wait until I use the power of Stonehenge to reach the master’s domain——”
"I want the Mages Guild to see what a stupid decision they made to expel me!"
At this time.
Morris felt a palpitation in his heart.
A warning came from his soul magic weapon.
An outsider broke into Stonehenge!
The soul weapon is the origin of the lich. Morris did not dare to be careless and prepared to intercept it personally.
"It's only been two days, and the lackeys of the Mages Guild have come to the door?"
The blue fire in his eye sockets flickered, his expression was arrogant, and the corners of his mouth raised a cold arc.
“It’s okay, let these ordinary people in the Magic Network era appreciate the power of ancient magic!”
*
Yeats had learned in advance that the lich named Maurice was once a genius in the Mages Guild.
Just because he repeatedly violated the taboos related to witchcraft, he was expelled from the Mages Guild.
Although Morris was a genius, he was arrogant and could not bear the blow. His transformation into a lich was also related to his character.
Once you become a lich, the only possibility left is that the magic weapon will be broken and the soul will die.
Everyone has arrived inside Stonehenge.
A strange aura of mana surged from the stone pedestal, and a black crystal was seen swirling with violent ancient magic power.
“This is the soul magic weapon?” Gray said in surprise.
"Is it possible to be deceptive by appearing here in such a grand manner?" Yeats asked cautiously.
Stonehenge is located on the plain and is an open-air temple. The interior is not as winding as the underground tombs, but is exposed to the sun and has no place to hide.
Megan narrowed her eyes slightly and concluded that this was the soul magic weapon. She ordered Yeats and others to step back and prepare to take action personally.
Yeats thought to himself that the situation of the lich in this world is even more difficult than that of the vampires. After all, they are the mortal enemies of the behemoth of the Mages Guild. In addition, the fifth-ring lich will be solved by the sixth-ring master personally, so it is difficult to make a splash. .
This is simply the most secure time I have experienced in these several operations. Yeats, who has experienced the catastrophe, feels a little uncomfortable!
Megan's spell blasted towards the soul weapon. The protective spell covering the black crystal broke instantly, and a roar exploded from high in the sky.
"Let's see who dares!"
A black energy torrent fell from the sky, containing the violent aura of ancient magic, causing a dull thunderous echo in the sky.
Yeats raised his head and saw a withered, thin man with a hooked nose, wearing a large robe, with sunken eye sockets on his pale face, with blue flames dancing in it, and the ominous aura of death exuding from his whole body.
This lich flew proudly in the sky, and his whole body was filled with the aura of ancient magic. This aura made Yeats fall into silence.
......That's it?
Not even as good as my magic pet!
Boom!
Megan used a magic barrier to intercept the bombardment of the energy torrent, confirmed the strength of the lich in front of her, and said lightly:
“I want to bring the violent magic here back into the order of the magic network, and it will take a lot of effort. In a while... I will leave this lich to you to deal with, Yeats."
Morris was not an idiot. Facing the arrival of the Sixth Ring Master, he felt a little scared in his heart, but he knew that he must maintain his momentum. , only then can there be a glimmer of hope.
Seeing that the master actually underestimated the enemy and let a young junior duel with him, Morris could not help but see hope.
The next moment, a snow-white owl flapped its wings.
On its wings, patterns of ancient runes appeared, shining with dark blue light. The violent magic power lingered around Snow Owl's body through the power of runes. A loaded magic ball like a black ball of lightning made the already fragile magic network tremble continuously.
The Lich could not help but show surprise in his eyes:
“This is...ancient magic?!”
——How is this possible? ! I actually saw the power of ancient magic in a snowy owl!
Maurice felt disbelief and humiliation in his heart.
This snowy owl even masters runes? The power of runes is a high-level application of ancient magic. How could its attainments be higher than mine?
It must be an illusion, an illusion!
“Hmph, don’t even think about shaking my mind!”
The blue fire in Morris’s eye sockets swayed crazily, and he raised the ancient magic power in his palms high. From his palm, a majestic black energy flew out, rising into the sky like fireworks, and then falling towards Yeats!
Spell, night meteor!
This secret of ancient magic is the lich's proud skill!
"Look, what is talent!" Morris said with a sinister smile.
Boom!
However, Morris' smile froze on his face, and his pupils shrank instantly.
The loaded spheres condensed by the night meteors and snowy owls collide with each other.
The black magic ball suddenly surged and in turn swallowed up the magic power of the night meteor!
Whoosh——
The loaded magic ball continued to fly towards the lich, and the black light exploded in an instant, swallowing the lich whole!
Morris roared in pain. Compared with the injuries to his immortal body, his heart was bleeding. This humiliation and jealousy even broke his heart!
——This is not an illusion. This magic pet really knows ancient magic? !
"It's fake, it must be fake!" Morris didn't want to believe it.
The words have not yet finished.
The Snow Owl once again blasted the loaded magic ball, blasting the Lich a hundred meters away.
With the deafening explosion, billowing black smoke was set off high in the sky!
“Well done.”
Megan felt a little surprised and looked back at Yeats:
"I haven't finished processing it yet, and you've already finished it?"
Yeats looked at the vulnerable Lich. , in a weird mood.
Please, you are weak!
(End of this chapter)