Water and Fire Twins Magician

After escaping the pursuit of many Sanctuary masters and even the great god Poseidon, Paul finally returned to his own territory. Finally out of danger, his first goal was of course to restore his body and get rid of the slime shell.

He was blasted to death by Poseidon, leaving only half of his head. If it were anyone else, they would have been reincarnated, but Fatty Paul had long since practiced the art of necromancy, turning himself into an undead lich.

The method for Paul to restore his body is actually very simple, that is, to absorb a large amount of vitality and magic power. Now if a monster encounters him, it will be in big trouble.

Although he looked like a soft slime, after a certain amount of training and energy reserve, Paul still had a certain strength, which was more than enough to deal with the first-level monsters, but the efficiency of absorbing magic power was a bit low. Moreover, after hunting and killing dozens of monsters, the monsters hid and dared not show up.

But Paul is Paul after all, and he thought of a plan. In order to lure out more monsters, he used the "chastity technique". He was originally gloomy and dark, but he instantly became crystal clear, exuding a pure magical elemental aura, even more attractive than the shiny slime on the third floor of the Chu Ruins. For the monsters, this was too tempting.

Smelling the breath of magic elements, the monsters with bared teeth appeared from the depths of the forest, and many powerful monsters were also lured out. Paul accepted all of them with a smile, summoned the skeleton hand, and released the bone-corroding poison mist, refusing all who came.

"Is it reasonable for a cardinal of the Church of Light to use necromancy?" Jacques was terrified. Was Paul a bishop of the Church of Light or the Church of Darkness? In fact, this was Jacques' misunderstanding of the Church of Darkness. In fact, the Church of Darkness could not summon the undead either.

Gandalf saw this and was delighted. Paul used the magic of the dead without any scruples, so he didn't need to slander the Church of Light to Jacques, because it looked scary enough.

The more Paul ate, the happier he became. However, the monsters he attracted also became more and more numerous and stronger. Paul was still the size of a slime and began to feel exhausted. He had no choice but to ask Jacques for help.

Jacques was a little helpless, but there was no other way. Although he didn't have a good impression of Paul, after all, he had made great efforts to deal with Sharp in the Chu Ruins, and he was also good to Jacques himself, so it was acceptable for him to help him now. What's more, he could take this opportunity to familiarize himself with the new weapons.

Jacques held the sword in both hands and swung it to the left and right, and the two irrational dog-type monsters were immediately cut into four pieces. Even without a blade, as long as the speed and strength are sufficient, it can still kill with one blow.

"It's not much different from the iron sword I used for practice before, except that it's a little heavier and requires higher arm strength and technique, but it feels more comfortable to use," said Jacques.

"Be careful! There's an ambush under the tree in front of you on the left. Is it... a water-type blue-tailed stream snake? It's a third-level magical beast!"

The blue-tailed creek snake was at least two meters long, with its front half standing up, as tall as Jacques' shoulders. It kept spitting out its tongue and drooling sticky saliva.

"A third-level monster? It's time to try that trick."

Jacques lowered his knees, lowered his body's center of gravity as much as possible, and then continuously injected the fire element in his body into the sword of Masala. The simple and unadorned sword immediately ignited with scorching flames, which was quite gorgeous.

The flames shot out like a giant dragon's tongue, heading straight for the blue-tailed creek snake... The third-level monster that had transformed into a fire snake struggled painfully for a few times before it stopped moving and turned into ashes.

"Ah... I haven't even made a move yet."

"Out of control! Throw away the sword quickly! Otherwise you will be sucked dry!" Gandalf warned loudly.

Just as Gandalf said, the sword of Marsala was still madly absorbing Jacques's magic power, and then transformed into a raging fire on the sword, which burned more and more vigorously. This was not an ordinary flame, but a pure fire directly burned by the fire element. It was extremely hot and difficult to extinguish. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into an uncontrollable forest fire.

Jacques seemed unable to stop the sword of Marsala from demanding him. He only felt the magic power in his body draining away rapidly, and the hilt of the sword was completely pressed against his palm, like a part of his body, and it was not easy to let go.

Finally, Jacques tore the skin of his palm before finally dropping the sword. Without Jacques's magic, the sword of Marsala immediately lost its previous majesty and turned into scrap copper and iron, dull and lifeless.

However, the fire around had already spread everywhere!