Marvel's Necromancer

Gwen took out the white mask from the box and shook it gently. A blue pattern clung to the left side of her face like a spider.

"Cool! It's so beautiful!" Gwen observed the lines on it with interest and said to Ivan: "You repaired it? I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good!"

Ivan sat opposite Gwen, spread his hands and said, "I also hope I repaired it, but unfortunately my sewing is really bad."

"So I had to use some magic." With a smile on his face, he winked at Gwen who looked up at him.

"Magic?" Gwen looked down at the mask in her hand, the blue spider glowing slightly.

"So this mask is now a magic item." Ivan said showing off.

"It gives you some defense, and it also makes you faster." Only two things though. Ivan thought to himself.

"This is really cool!" Gwen's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she couldn't wait to put the mask on her head.

"How does it look?" White Spider turned his face, and the blue spider on his face under the hood shimmered slightly.

Ivan thought for a moment and didn't know what kind of evaluation he should give, so he took out a box from the pile of building materials on the side, opened it, and placed the full-length mirror in front of Gwen.

White Spider posed in front of the mirror, looking sideways to admire the patterns on the mask.

"I love this gift, thank you."

"As long as you like it."

Gwen stayed with Ivan for a while, and after chatting with Ivan about his heroic deeds traveling through New York, he received a call and left.

Ivan could tell that Gwen was happy to have a friend to talk to.

Superheroes are people too. Ivan sat and sighed.

"It's time to get down to business!" Ivan walked into the newly built training room. He said it was a training room, but it was actually a room with little decoration.

The wooden walls on all four sides were simply covered with soundproofing materials and had not been painted much. The room was not big, about ten square meters, with blankets on the ground and a soft cushion and a low wooden table in the center.

"Strength is the foundation of a career, otherwise S.H.I.E.L.D. would not be so easy to talk to."

Ivan crossed his legs and sat on the soft cushion, opened the Book of Karan, and continued studying where he last saw it.

"The Necromancer's bone dagger..."

Every Necromancer has a bone dagger, except for Ivan. Every necromancer will receive such a dagger when his apprenticeship officially begins. Except for Ivan, he has learned many professional skills of the necromancer with the help of the skill tree, but he does not even have the most basic spell-casting tools.

Since gaining the ability to cast spells, various things have been dragging on. The birth of Iron Man is getting closer and closer, making Ivan want to quickly improve his abilities.

Ivan found the skeleton obtained from the Horadrim cube and placed it in front of him to observe carefully.

This skeleton is as white as ivory, like the spine of some creature twisted in a spiral. Ivan really can't think of what kind of creature can have such bones.

According to the ritual method in the Book of Karan, Ivan used a knife to carve a twisted pattern on the table, like a painful human face or an insect with countless jointed limbs.

He placed two candles on both sides of the pattern, lit them at the same time, and placed the strange skeleton in the middle of the pattern.

A strange syllable came out of Ivan's mouth, sharp and harsh.

This is the first syllable in all summoning spells to raise the undead, and it is also the method used to create the bone daggers belonging to the priests of Rathma.

The spell caused the original magic power in Ivan's body to flow out and flow into the bones.

With the influx of original magic power, the skeleton gradually lit up, glowing white under Ivan's gaze.

As the second deep syllable came out of Ivan's mouth, the bones began to elongate and deform. The thin end grew like a snake and turned into a snake-shaped blade. The thick end pulled out a small arc, just right. Let people hold it.

Ivan held up this freshly baked bone dagger and looked at it with admiration. The entire dagger is nearly fifty centimeters long. It is said to be a dagger, but its length is closer to that of a dagger. The handle is an elongation of the previous spine, with the curvature of the spine. The blade is twisted like a snake, emitting a faint pale light.

Ivan looked at the bone dagger in his hand and suppressed the joy in his heart.

"This is the first step of the ceremony." Ivan whispered to himself.

"My blood." Ivan chanted a spell in the ancient language.

He tilted the bone dagger, pointing downwards at the strange pattern on the table. He held the dagger in his right hand and slowly wiped it across his left wrist.

This newly made dagger was so sharp that Ivan just slid the blade across his wrist and felt a chill on his wrist. Before he felt any pain, dark red blood gushes out from the cut veins. Stay along the edge of the bone dagger.

"My spirit." Ivan endured the pain of his cut wrist and continued the ceremony.

A drop of dark red blood fell on the center of the pattern on the table, then twisted like a living creature and flowed along the lines of the pattern.

When the second drop of blood dripped, the orange flame on the candle automatically turned into pale sparks under the influence of the mysterious power. The entire candle began to consume and grow shorter visibly to the naked eye.

"...Life and death merge into one, thus completing the cycle."

The third drop of blood dripped, and the lines of the entire pattern were soaked in blood, twisting and squirming.

Ivan, who had only given a little blood on the surface, was as pale as paper at the moment, with sweat dripping from his forehead. His hands were still steady and there was no intention of shaking.

The pale light on the bone dagger became brighter and brighter the moment the strange pattern came into play, absorbing Ivan's blood like a sponge. The blade was as white as ivory, leaving no trace.

Seeing that the time was right, Ivan used his right hand and stabbed the center of the pattern with a knife. After being stabbed, the strange pattern composed of blood twitched and made a piercing scream.

At this moment, the bone dagger was shining brightly, and all the blood on the table was sucked into the tip of the knife. At this time, the candles placed on both sides of the pattern had just burned out, leaving a pool of wax oil that was extinguished.

"It's done!" Ivan felt that a certain connection was established between himself and the dagger. The dagger in his hand felt as if it was a derivative of his arm.

Ivan quickly bandaged his left wrist and kept playing with the bone dagger in his hand like a child who got a new toy.

"If this dagger had a name, it should be called Ivan's Bone Dagger, right?" Ivan thought to himself.

Rasma's bone dagger is very unique. One person corresponds to his own dagger, and there is a mysterious connection between the two parties, which gives the dagger various powerful magical abilities.

Ivan's heart moved and he threw the dagger like a flying knife.

"Dang bang~"

The handle of the dagger hit the wall and fell off, and the blade was stuck on the floor. It didn't have all the cool operations as Ivan thought.

This time it was embarrassing.