Marvel's Necromancer

A cold steel fence separates the cells and corridors.

There is no unnecessary decoration on the gray wall, leaving the cement and steel bars exposed. The only narrow window is set at a height that is out of reach, allowing people to look up at the ray of sunshine with a sense of freedom. In order to save space and money, the police station has only two steps from the iron bed, which is only fifty centimeters wide, to the iron fence in the cell.

Ivan sat on the iron bed with handcuffs on his wrists. The current predicament did not cause him any trouble, because he had more important things to care about.

He spread his hands, and a strange box only as big as his thumb emerged from his palm. The moment the box appeared from his hand, it continued to grow in size, and did not stop until it became a box with a side of fifty centimeters. Mysterious runes, ferocious demons and holy angels are engraved on the square, making this square look extremely mysterious.

"The Horadrim Cube..." Ivan caressed the mysterious cube suspended in his palm, murmuring softly with enchanted eyes. This is his way to escape from the mortal world, it is the basis for him to preserve himself in the dangerous world of the Marvel world, and it is also the source of strength that allows him to face those superheroes and villains.

The cube opened silently, and the internal space was divided into spaces, filled with gold.

After risking going to jail, my work was not in vain. A smile appeared on Ivan's lips. The Horadric Cube requires a large amount of gold coins to activate, which is not needed in the game. Perhaps it is a mutation of time travel? Ivan didn't know whether this change was good or bad.

I finally gathered the gold needed to activate the Horadrim Cube. I wonder what I can get from it? Mage's magic? Assassin's martial arts? Druid's natural power? Amazons... Amazons shouldn't be able to only have women, Paladin. . . Who formed the Paladin? Kicked me.

Under Ivan's operation, the open lid of the Horadrim cube was closed, and the mysterious runes kept flickering and extinguishing. Under this light, the images of demons and angels came to life, as if they had come alive. In the Horadrim He was walking on the surface of the block, as if he would jump off the surface of the block the next moment.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound effect sounded, like the crisp sound of silverware being blown by the wind. When Ivan heard this familiar sound, he rubbed his hands excitedly and eagerly opened the Horadrim cube.

As soon as the Horadrim cube opened a crack, a stream of light came out of it and flew into Ivan's eyebrows.

For a moment, Ivan felt as if there was a cool stream of water flowing between his eyebrows, and a tree diagram unfolded in his mind. Ivan was extremely familiar with each skill icon, including the three series of magic, White Bones, Summoning and Curse.

"The inheritance of the Necromancer!" Ivan was overjoyed to receive this inheritance. This is his favorite profession!

The dark necromancers are not actually called necromancers. Their official names should be called priests of Rathma. They explore the secret balance between life and death and obtain extremely powerful black magic.

As the skill tree unfolded in Ivan's mind, he felt the original magic power flowing in his body, and his physical fitness gradually increased. It should be at the level of a level 1 necromancer in the game, right? Ivan thought so. Because in the game, the strongest attribute of the initial Necromancer is not just 25 points of mana, but also agility, which also reaches 25 points. Necromancers live in the jungles of the Far East, which are filled with all kinds of dangerous and terrifying monsters and beasts. Therefore, necromancers are different from ordinary mages. They are not only proficient in black magic, but also proficient in close combat.

That is, the legendary acrobat who doubles as a spellcaster. Ivan couldn't help but vomit. He looked inside through the gap opened by the Horadrim cube. There seemed to be a lot of things inside?

After the Horadrim cube released the Necromancer's inheritance, there were still some things left behind. Ivan opened the cube and found a small section of bones, a heavy book and a page of parchment inside the cube.

Ivan was a little unclear about the use of the bones, but he didn't dare to neglect them, so he put the bones on his lap first, intending to see what the books and parchment were first, and then study the bones. He first picked up the parchment. The edges of the parchment were yellowed, and large sections of strange symbols were written on it with black ink. This is not difficult for Ivan, who has obtained the inheritance of the Necromancer. He can easily recognize the words of this kind of sanctuary. Glancing up and down a few times, Ivan realized that what was written on it were the various synthesis formulas for the Horadrim cubes, and were the instructions for use of the Horadrim cubes.

"It's so thoughtful. I don't even remember a few synthesis formulas." Ivan put down the parchment with satisfaction and picked up the book. The cover said: The Book of Karan.

Isn't this the textbook of the Necromancer School? Ivan was overjoyed and quickly opened the Book of Karan and began to study the contents.

The prison below the police station was relatively clean at this time, and no one disturbed Ivan.

In the past few hours, Ivan studied the previous part, found some philosophical views on life and death, and learned the name of the power flowing in his body after receiving the inheritance: original magic power.

"It seems that this can also be translated into the force?" Ivan muttered. It turns out that all necromancers are Jedi Knights. No wonder their initial agility is so high and they are good at killing people in close combat.

But Ivan's biggest gain was that he found out about the Necromancer's practice and meditation method. He couldn't wait to put everything into the Horadrim cube, put the cube away, sat on the narrow bed, crossed his legs and faced the wall, and started on his own ’s first meditation journey.

Ivan's breathing followed a strange frequency. He slowly closed his eyes, and his attention surged with the original magic power in his body. His mind gradually relaxed, and his spirit slowly came out of his body, sensing this in an unprecedented way. world.

What's this? Ivan felt a familiar surge of energy nearby. He stretched out his spiritual tendrils to study these energies curiously. "Is this the original magic power?" Ivan thought about what these energies were.

"So everyone has these energies in their body?" Ivan felt these energies carefully, and gradually felt the emotions and heartbeat from them.

Sadness, anger, hatred, cowardice...all kinds of emotions are transmitted from the original magic power he comes into contact with.

These...are souls? A criminal from a nearby cell? Only then did Ivan connect the world perceived spiritually with the world seen with the naked eye.

He continued to extend his mental perception, and felt an energy at the limit of what he could perceive. He touched it gently, and a leisurely emotion was conveyed to Ivan.

Is this a prison guard? Ivan wanted to extend his spirit further, but at this distance he began to feel very strenuous.

"Have we reached the limit?" Ivan felt a little regretful. "It's great to be able to do this for the first time in meditation." He comforted himself in his heart.

He relaxed his mind and wandered around the prison. Suddenly, the prison guard's energy changed its nature, and his mood changed from leisurely to tense.

Just when Ivan was wondering what happened, three new energies entered his range of perception, and at the same time, the sound of the prison iron door being unlocked came to his ears.

"Someone is coming." Ivan thought to himself.

He felt the three energies gradually moving into the prison, and at the same time he heard footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The energy coming at him was particularly strong, and his emotions alternated between anger and powerlessness, attracting Ivan's attention.

Ivan compared the world he perceived mentally with the structure of the prison in his own impression. The three energies were approaching the cell where he was.

The footsteps got closer and the emotion in the energy intensified. Finally, in Ivan's dual senses, they stopped in front of their cell.

"You are here to find me." Ivan came to such a conclusion, so he quit meditation. For a while, he felt very energetic, as if he had just had a full sleep, and he could see the world much more clearly, but The mental perception that came with quitting meditation made Ivan very reluctant to let go.

“Meditation is such a wonderful practice.”

It's time to get down to business. Ivan turned his head slightly and looked at the bars of the cell.

Detective Marcus was filled with anger. A bank robber who had finally been caught was about to be acquitted because there was insufficient evidence to prosecute. Anger and a sense of powerlessness that he could only watch criminals go unpunished kept tormenting his heart.

Detective Marcus glanced angrily at the serious and stereotyped middle-aged balding lawyer beside him, then turned to stare at the bank robber in front of him with only an iron fence between him and him. Without saying a word, he tried hard to restrain himself from wanting to open the door and go in. Beat the a** of this scumbag. Suddenly, the criminal turned his head and looked at him.

What kind of eye is that? The blue eyes behind the blond hair seemed to be filled with an astonishing gray, which made people shudder. Detective Marcus calmed down quickly as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him. He turned his head hurriedly, not daring to look into the man's eyes again. The moment they looked into each other's eyes, Marcus seemed to see his death in the man's eyes.

Detective Marcus took a deep breath and reassured himself that he had been too nervous recently. How could there be gray mist in people's eyes? But then he didn't have the courage to look at Ivan again. He lowered his head, like a defeated rooster, staring at the rust on the iron fence, and declared to Ivan in a firm tone:

"You are acquitted."