Casting spells

As the surging energy entered the heart, the bright red scales on Eric's body quickly dimmed. The red color gradually turned gray and white for some reason, and the eyeballs in the eye sockets also began to dry up. After a while, they fell from the inside and fell to the ground, replacing them. It is two dots of white cold light.

Gloomy!

death!

hatred!

What emanates from him is no longer a flame that symbolizes enthusiasm and life, but a collection of negative emotions.

The most important thing is that his originally strong and powerful heart has stopped beating, and the blood rushing in his veins has also turned into a black viscous unknown substance.

Anyone with a little common sense of necromancy knows that Eric's current state is definitely a standard living dead, that is, between the living and the dead. Although judging by the signs of life, he must be an undead, but the soul has not yet completed the transformation. .

"Bastard! You...what did you do to me!" Eric suddenly got up from the ground and asked loudly.

After experiencing great pain, he undoubtedly realized that there was something wrong with his body, especially what he saw with his eyes was no longer colorful, but a strange scene similar to black and white, in which the living people showed white and bright colors, and the corpses And the undead are dark gray, and there is no third color besides this.

Looking at the panicked expression on the other party's face, Zhang Cheng smiled and spread his hands and replied: "What did you do? This is a good question, but I'm not sure how to answer it. Let's take it as a kind of physical injury for now." To the complete transformation of the soul, it is as if you have undergone the transformation of that dragon. The only difference is that its transformation will give you life again, while my transformation will give you the power to die. Sounds difficult to understand, right? It doesn't matter, when I finish the last step, you will understand what a great experiment this is..."

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng suddenly raised the natural disaster stone in his hand that had been transformed by the great mages.

The Dragon of Death seemed to sense something, jumped up and threw Eric to the ground, opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream.

After tens of thousands of souls in the city heard it, they immediately passed through many obstacles at an extremely fast speed, and rushed over.

Staring at the dense gray translucent souls like a tide, Zhang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth and sighed: "It's spectacular! No wonder so many mages who study death and shadow energy are finally trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. Who can control the power of death and souls?" I don't want to have it."

"But you resisted its temptation, didn't you?" Demon Sword, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interjected.

"Hehe, no, it's not that I resisted its temptation, it's that I set my goal at a higher place. As the saying goes, only when you lose can you gain. Giving up now is for future gains. I plan to wait until I am strong enough to start again. In-depth study of these dangerous and taboo magic knowledge. As for now, just make a general understanding." Zhang Cheng explained meaningfully.

"Can you tell me what your goal is?" Demon Sword tentatively asked.

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Cheng replied directly: "Beyond!"

"Beyond?" There was a hint of doubt in Demon Sword's tone.

"Yes! Transcend!" Zhang Cheng's eyes shone with a frightening light. "Go beyond yourself! Go beyond your enemies! Go beyond everything that can go beyond! Whether it's a god or a demon! Some people think that controlling power can control everything, some people think that controlling money can control everything, and some people think that controlling power can control everything Everything. But I think that in the vast and boundless universe, nothing is absolute, even time and space have their own limitations. Only continuous learning, evolution, and transcendence can become strong. I don’t care about good and evil, ethics, morality, I don't care about anyone's opinion, as long as there are enough benefits, I don't mind killing tens of thousands of creatures, and I don't mind destroying one world after another. Remember, today's scene is just the beginning, and I will continue to continue All kinds of insane experiments until the required data, knowledge and power are obtained..."

Chapter 251 Death Knight

"Beyond everything? Should you laugh at your arrogance? Or should you praise you for having an ambition that ordinary people can't match?" The soul arrester teased with a half-smile tone.

As a magic sword that has devoured countless masters, it has seen many stupid mortals slowly lose themselves after gaining power, and also seen lunatics who will do anything in pursuit of greater power, so it has long been accustomed to similar remarks.

In its eyes, mortals are always stupid, and they never stop pursuing things beyond their control, whether it is rights or power, and will eventually fall into the abyss of self-destruction.

At least so far, none of the masters it has followed can escape the tricks of fate, and I believe this time will be no exception.

The only thing that interests him is whether this young man can go further than his predecessors.

Zhang Cheng is not an idiot, so he can naturally hear the teasing and playfulness revealed in Demon Sword's words, but instead of getting angry, he responded meaningfully: "It doesn't matter whether it is arrogance or ambition, time will tell everything. But you , Do you remember how you were created? Who is your creator? Is he or she still alive now?"

"Hehe, you want to find out about my origin? You should die. Before you reach a certain height, you are not worthy of knowing the real secret. Well, instead of wasting time on me, it is better to complete your Magic ritual, that guy is about to be unable to hold on." After finishing speaking, a faint light flashed in the inconspicuous groove of the Soultrap's sword hilt, as if hinting at something.

"Humph! Playing tricks..." Zhang Cheng curled his lips pretending to be disdainful, and turned his attention to Ai Rui, who was on the verge of collapse.

This unlucky guy no longer had the slightest arrogance at the beginning. He knelt on the ground and screamed in pain with his arms outstretched.

The frantic influx of tens of thousands of souls overwhelmed his own untransformed souls, as if they might be torn apart, swallowed, and completely dissipated in this world at any time.

And because he contained too many souls, he had already completely lost control of his body, and the two cold lights in his eye sockets turned into white swirls, and hideous faces emerged from time to time.

Even without getting close, Zhang Cheng could clearly see that countless souls were fighting, tearing, and devouring each other, trying to seize control of this body, but none of the souls discovered that during the process of devouring, some of their most precious Things are draining away quickly, slowly forming a passage and a bridge that connects Erik closely with the Death Dragon.

As this channel became bigger and clearer, about one-third of the souls suddenly collapsed, turning into silver flashes all over the sky, and the rest seemed to realize something, and fled in all directions like crazy.

But it's a pity that before they ran a few steps, they were firmly restrained in place by the huge magic circle covering the central area of ​​the city, no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless.

Watching the fear, despair and resentment emanating from the inside out of these ordinary souls, Zhang Cheng showed a rare serious expression on his face, raised his right hand holding the staff, and began to concentrate on guiding the most important and last part of the ceremony. One step, completely erasing the character and memory that originally belonged to Eric, and creating a brand new evil soul like a blank sheet of paper.

In fact, the magic technology he used was the result of research by the Dalaran Archmages who captured the corpses of the first generation of death knights during the Second Orc War. It is to use the death energy produced by desecrating the dead to give the corpse a new life, and then inject an evil soul into it.

According to the formal procedure, orc warlocks usually kill powerful human officers first, or find the corpses left by them for special treatment, and then use psychic magic to inject the soul of the accidentally killed orc warlock into them , and thus a death knight of terrible power was made.

In the past, with this magical technology, the orcs conquered cities and conquered territory in the second war, and won victory after victory. Among them, the most well-known one is the first born death knight-Taron Gorefiend.

It's just that Zhang Cheng is obviously not satisfied with creating a death knight in the ordinary sense, because the human beings in the world of Ice and Fire are far less physically strong than the human beings in the world of Azeroth, and there must be some way to make up for it, otherwise Even if it is manufactured, it is an out-and-out war scum.

Of course, Eric, who has a half-dragon physique, has theoretically met the minimum requirements for becoming a death knight, but he still wants to make his work more perfect and stronger, so he added a little change... …

As one soul after another dissipated into the air, a dazzling silver light burst out!

Eric, who was struggling in pain, finally stopped trembling slowly, and knelt on the spot lifelessly. His eye sockets, mouth, nostrils, and ears continuously released a chilling black fog, and even the dragon of death seemed to be affected by something. , the silver-gray scales completely transformed into black symbolizing death.

After seven or eight minutes, he trembled suddenly, then stood up slowly, looked up at the sky covered by dark clouds, and asked in a hoarse voice full of magnetism: "I... who am I? I where?"

"From today onwards, your name is Huma, and I am your creator and sole master." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and gave a long-prepared answer.

"Huma? Creator? Master?" The newborn death knight was obviously still in a state of extreme confusion, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Zhang Cheng anticipated a similar situation, and nodded with a smile: "Yes! You were created by me! Look at the surrounding scene, all of this is the price paid for your birth."

The death knight subconsciously glanced at the ghouls, zombies, abominations, and huge corpse monsters everywhere in the port area of ​​Old Town, as well as the distortion and evil emanating from the ground under his feet. He seemed to understand something and knelt down on one knee in a He said in an extremely pious tone: "Great master, thank you for everything you have done. From today onwards, I will be your most loyal servant—Huma."

"Very good! Take your dragon and go hunting, and kill every moving thing wandering the streets, whether it is alive or dead." Zhang Cheng gave the order without thinking.

Now that the task is completed, he will naturally start to clean up the aftermath, especially the highly contagious magic plague. Once it is leaked, it may not be long before the entire continent of Westeros will have no living people.

In addition, the name Huma he named was not inspired by the famous black lion king in the world of Azeroth, but the famous hero of the world of Klein in the "Dragonlance" story series, a real dragon. knight……

Chapter 252 Destruction

Back at the ruins of the towering tower, Zhang Cheng did not rush to start the last step of the plan to completely destroy the city shrouded in death and resentment. Instead, he calmly took out the notes he carried with him and began to sort out and summarize the experiment process The problems encountered in the book and how I solved them are compared with the knowledge learned in books by the way.

After two consecutive worlds of experience, he has realized that he can't simply and rudely use a magic system to deal with all crises.

Whenever entering a new world, the power obtained from the previous world will inevitably be greatly weakened, restricted, or even completely incompatible. The only thing that can be preserved is the knowledge and information that can be used for reference and reference.

If he wants to go further in this dangerous game, he must find out the common points of different magic systems, and then slowly build a magic system that can be applied to all worlds.

Of course, innovation is never easy.

In fact, no matter what, as long as it involves innovation, it is impossible to achieve it overnight. So far, Zhang Cheng has no clue, so he has to start with the most basic accumulated experience.

As time passed by, the originally blank notepad was densely filled with a large number of letters that people on earth could not understand, as well as various unique symbols, complex patterns, and so on.

In order to prevent this notebook from being accidentally seen by outsiders, Zhang Cheng deliberately used several languages, including the lingua franca of Azeroth, the high elven language, and the world of Westeros in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. languages, a few source languages ​​from the mouths of the Children of the Forest, Valyrian translations from tablets, and so on.