Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

The voice disappeared in an instant, and Murphy, who was immersed in his cultivation, didn't notice it at all.

A thick black mist enveloped Murphy's body, and it was almost impossible to see the faint light on his body in the darkness, completely covering him.

After condensing to a certain extent, the black mist began to liquefy, dripping down Murphy's body, sticky and cold, but it was deliberately left outside his body without attracting his attention.

The interweaving of white and black is like blasphemy, and the creator of this scene is happy to see it.

And Murphy, who didn't know that he was being missed by others, was still desperately absorbing the black light spots outside his body with his little greed. He found that as long as he transformed more black light spots, he could feel Your own strength is stronger.

This sense of abundant power that naturally appeared from the inside out made his body start to heat up, making it very easy for people to inflate themselves.

Even if he doesn't know how to use his power at this moment, it doesn't prevent him from accumulating power.

The ancients were honest and not deceived, strong strength was their own arrogant capital, and Murphy felt that he could save some more.

What Murphy didn't know was that his current behavior was actually very dangerous.

In Barenque Continent, sword and magic are respected, and even young children know the existence of these two.

But compared to swordsmanship, which can be explored with just an iron sword, magic seems to be the exclusive product of nobles and rich people more often, especially after getting started, the consumption of magic books and potions is extremely fast , Ordinary people simply cannot afford it.

Or maybe your talent is high enough that someone has discovered you and is willing to pay you to learn magic in exchange for your return, but the odds couldn't be more remote.

In any era, an investor will not be easily moved unless there is something that can move his heart.

The protagonist of the novel "Across the World" did not take the path of both magic and martial arts like the protagonists in other novels. He is just a simple swordsman. Fei can only speculate based on the settings of other similar novels.

And judging from the attributes of the girls around the hero Galen who appeared in the book in his memory, the magic setting should still be the old routine, such as wind, fire, water, earth, wood, thunder, and some special departments, such as the one he belongs to now. The light of the opposite and the dark of the opposite, etc.

Magic is a kind of energy that fills the whole world. Except for special places such as the "Magicless Land" mentioned in the book, the air should be filled with countless magical energy, which is the light spots that Murphy saw earlier.

Corresponding to different magic systems, these light spots should have different colors. For example, fire magic elements should be red, while water magic elements should be blue, and those infinite magic elements that can be absorbed into their bodies and transformed into their own abilities According to common sense, attribute magic elements should be white or colorless.

This is the most likely speculation Murphy can think of, but what can he do? "Across the World" made it clear that if you don't play cards according to the routine, those magic elements with no attributes are born to be pitch black, otherwise how could they be absorbed and transformed by him?

Murphy really couldn't figure out what color the dark magic element was. Could it be white? ? ?

That's too scary.

Murphy, who was puzzled for a long time before reaching a conclusion, took a breath, and could only continue with his cultivation.

More and more dense black light spots came in through Murphy's body. Those blacks were deep and distant, and seemed to carry a bit of coldness. They were dyed with holy light under the golden torrent, and completely became a part of Murphy.

Because of this suction, a vortex swirled around his side, and the black mist swirled, seeming to be getting faster and faster.

Murphy even felt that this transformation would happen spontaneously without his own deliberate guidance, and its speed also slowly accelerated at an undetectable speed.

Murphy, who was in the center of the vortex, lowered his head. From time to time, black lines appeared on his almost translucent white skin, just like the patterns carved in the flesh and blood. His pious expression was finally tainted with a bit of monster.

If there were other people, even if they were seen by the knights guarding outside the holy place, they would know that their son Murphy had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.

Magic cultivation is not easy, one is the cost of cultivation, and the other is the difficulty of cultivation.

There are countless different types of magical elements mixed in the world, but only non-attributed and other magical elements of one's own department can be used by oneself.

No matter what department or level a magician wants to restore or improve their strength, they need to expend a lot of effort to distinguish the magic elements they can accept, and exclude the magic elements they cannot use.

The entry of other magical elements into the body will have very terrible consequences, so magicians attach great importance to this, so the process of distinguishing is very long and cumbersome.

That's why the magic circle came into being to attract certain magic elements and repel others as much as possible. Magicians are very dependent on this kind of magic circle.

Inside and outside the Church of Light, there are countless magic arrays that attract light magic elements. It is precisely because of the existence of these magic arrays that the strong light magic elements that fill the entire church give people a different kind of sacred feeling. The best training place for light magicians.

As the headquarters of the Church of Light, in these overlapping magic circles, the clergy of the church can always exert their most powerful strength, and the quick recovery of magic makes them invincible.

Every magician is eager to practice magic in an environment with rich and pure magic elements. When they break through the bottleneck or have special research needs, they are always willing to spend a lot of money to find such a special place.

But at the same time, every magician knows that when cultivating in an environment with purer magic elements, one must be more vigilant.

Because it is pure, the absorption barrier is smaller.

The mutual attraction and transformation between magic elements will cause a kind of inertia in the physical body. The desire for strength growth boosts this power, and its speed will become faster and faster. It is true that the strength can be rapidly improved in the shortest time, but this kind of The price to be paid for benefiting is very serious, basically lethal.

Can't stop.

The speed is completely uncontrollable, the body is filled with too much power, the satisfaction of strength growth becomes pain, and the power that cannot be vented becomes a gunpowder barrel that may explode at any time, tearing everything after the physical body can't bear it.

After being happy at the beginning, Murphy suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He felt the familiar cold again, the cold coming from the continuous stream of black light pouring into his body.

The familiar increase in strength could no longer give him warmth, on the contrary, those black light spots that penetrated into his body still left a bone-chilling chill after being transformed.

His strength was not enough to digest the coldness carried by those black light spots, or more and more black light spots entered his body, and his transformation speed was not as fast as the entry speed.

Murphy's kneeling body began to tremble slightly again, his ten fingers were clenched tightly in front of his chest, his joints were distinct, and his fingertips were bloodless.

By this time, he also realized his own problem, his cultivation had gone wrong, and he couldn't control himself to stop at all.

But when he came in before, he pretended to tell the nun that there was nothing to disturb him. He had only been in for a long time, and outside help could no longer be counted on.

If they can't find out what's going on here, there's nothing else he can do.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Murphy bent down uncomfortably, as endless black light spots continued to pour into his body, and the cold air accompanied him. The feeling of fullness and coldness that almost filled his body was a pain he had never experienced before. , Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, moaning in unbearable pain.

The coldness became more and more intense, and the breath exhaled from the boy's mouth condensed into white mist. Under the cover of silk and satin, white frost hung on his slender eyelashes, and the tears he suppressed because of his discomfort condensed into ice, and the frost covered his cheeks. The flush of death surged up, and his expression was fragile and messed up.

He really shouldn't be so confident. A person who doesn't know anything is self-righteous and explores areas that he is completely unfamiliar with, and even complacent for a little gain. After all, he will have to pay the price.

On the round platform in the darkness, the owner of the black eyes looked at the figure prostrated on the ground, and the palm made of black mist stroked the young man's back, seeing his frail appearance and remained silent.

The boy fell to the ground with frozen teardrops, rolled into the invisible darkness in front of him, and hit the round platform with a crisp sound.

Black and golden light shone on the boy's body, and the teardrops also shone in the darkness. In the long silence, only the boy's low weeping remained.

The man finally stretched out his hand, and the black nails touched the boy's icy face. The heat from the inside of his body made him stand still, but the boy seemed to be stimulated by the deeper chill on the fingertips. He knew what was going on. Even though they couldn't see it, they subconsciously looked up, as if praying and searching.

"You're so cold." The man said so, reaching out to lift his chin, seeing his pain and powerless struggle, he could only pant slightly.

His long, jet-black hair slid down from the round platform because of his movements, and covered the golden color.

Murphy's mind was in chaos. He felt that someone was coming beside him, and that person seemed to be talking to him, but he couldn't hear anything. He only knew that this was his last straw, and he couldn't let it go, and he didn't dare to let it go. put.

He pursed his lips, and the man leaned over to listen.

"Is... God?"

There was a silent smile on the corner of the man's mouth, his fingers brushed against the boy's cold lips, and a deep red smeared on the pale lips.

"Yes."

"Good boy, I will protect you."

The vortex formed by the black mist slowed down, and finally rotated in the opposite direction. The cold air flowed out from the boy's body, and the frost began to melt.

The author has something to say: Murphy: Why, why did I almost die before I even touched the protagonist?