After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Erlanger lamented the abyssal creature whose path had been narrowed before, while fiddling with the brass machine to ensure that the abyssal creature had been tightly sealed by the brass machine at this time.

Later, he took this device back on his robe, and it became a new strange pattern.

"I will let you know as soon as my research progresses."

Erlanger patted his chest and assured Bryan.

Brian raised his eyelids and glanced at Erlanger as he played with the dragonbone wand in his hand.

"I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."

The man's silky and calm tone made Erlanger feel uneasy.

He watched the other party's wand turning casually, and the tip of that white wand pointed towards him inadvertently, as if the tip of the wand would cast some evil spell in the next moment.

This is a threat, right? !right? !

After Cyril came back to his senses, he looked at Mr. Erlanger, who was facing a formidable enemy, and then glanced at Mr. Scott, who was calm and relaxed. He was a little curious about what kind of strange research they were doing, which required the use of terrifying Abyssal creatures.

Although... the abyssal creature, which enjoys a high historical status in the history of magic class, is so vulnerable under Mr. Scott's hands.

Although the viscous and gloomy black mist showed that it was only a low-level abyssal creature, Mr. Scott's absolute strength suppression and heavy punches just now were still shocking.

Cyril, who watched the scene where the opponent pressed the abyssal creature against the ground and rubbed it fiercely, was overwhelmed.

However, his attention soon returned to the system he hadn't seen for a long time.

[system!You are finally back?How does it feel to upgrade? ]

Cyril asked curiously.

He could indeed feel that the presence of the system seemed to have increased a little bit.

【great!great!After upgrading, I am a hero again! 】The system is a little excited, and the tone is smug.

It can now clearly detect the result of Cyril's body being polluted by the abyss.

Just when the system was pleased with his progress, Cyril also happened to think of this, and he asked: [Then take a look, have I been polluted by the creatures of the abyss? ]

Cyril was thinking quickly in his mind.

Unknowingly, he had three head-to-head confrontations with Abyss.

The first time I encountered a longhorn wild boar polluted by the abyss in the Bruma Forest, fortunately, Mr. Scott appeared in time to save him.

The second time was when he was attacked by an abyssal creature in the secret realm of the grading trial for wizard apprentices. Later, I heard from the staff of the Wizarding Union that he was the one who touched the protection mechanism of the bracelet and exited the grading trial in time.

The third time was just...

The system was silent for a moment upon hearing Cyril's question, and finally explained honestly: [Your soul is very special, so it has affinity with all magic elements.But because of this, you are very easy to attract the covetousness of the creatures of the abyss, and you are a good nourishment for them...] Cyril sighed faintly.

Sure enough, the favor of fate secretly marked the price.

The system paused, then continued, with a hint of shame in his voice:

[You were polluted when you encountered abyssal creatures twice before.Blame me!I actually did not find out.So now you have traces of contamination from two different creatures of the deep. ] The system said it all at once.

It saw Cyril stunned for a moment, and hurriedly comforted him:

[Don't panic, it's not a big problem!Now it's only lightly polluted, and it's suppressed by the rare recovery pills.

Moreover, your academy... Chief Scott also knows about this. They came to capture this abyssal creature this time just to allow this guy named Erlanger to continue his experimental research, so as to find a way to eliminate the pollution on your body. way.

Erlanger used to be a very famous wizard, and he has made great achievements in many research fields. He was also one of the original founders of the Tower of Truth. He will definitely find a way soon...] Hearing that he was really polluted by the abyss At that time, Cyril calmed down after the initial panic.

Life is such a dog thing, it really gives people small surprises everywhere.

However, he still has some doubts:

[However, in the history of magic class, didn't Professor Bennett Tyronn say that he was contaminated by elementary 'Abyss' creatures, and he only needed to drink holy water?

Isn't the Wizarding Union still in contact with the Holy See of the Holy Light?Should they be willing to continue to provide healing to tainted wizards and wizard apprentices?Why does Mr. Scott need to go to great lengths to capture creatures from the abyss? ]

The system originally wanted to hide the fact that Brian had fed Cyril with holy water, but it didn't expect Cyril to find out so soon.

It choked for a few seconds and had to tell the truth.

Cyril's heart sank slightly, and his toes unconsciously touched the ground.

There are numerous thoughts rolling in his mind.

Mr. Scott has really done a lot for himself...

"Okay, let's go back."

Brian put away his wand slowly, and the magnetic and pleasant voice fell into Cyril's ears.

Afterwards, the three of them returned along the same road.

However, not long after walking, there was a very suspicious rustling sound in the forest.

There was a gust of wind blowing over Cyril's cheeks, bringing a biting chill.

He blinked and looked ahead in the dim light.

Many empty animal faces appeared in the air at some point, firmly blocking Cyril's path.

Some of these animal faces are as thin as paper, or even translucent, through which one can vaguely see things behind.

The thickness of some animals' skins is extremely impressive, as if many skins are densely stacked together.

These things have no bodies, only the exposed faces, stained with scarlet blood spots.

The eyeballs on the face had been gouged out, leaving numb and hollow black holes.

The weird cheeks floated around, and because of the excessive number, it seemed very depressing.

On such a dark night without moonlight, it added a creepy and terrifying atmosphere.

Brian raised his eyebrows, clicked his tongue softly, and a hint of impatience slipped through his dark eyes.

I didn't expect such a creature without eyes to come up.

Erlanger looked ahead and found that it was a group of face-skinned monsters with certain fighting abilities.

But he wasn't worried at all.

After all, now that the creatures from the abyss have been captured, Brian no longer needs to suppress the magic power of his great necromancer, which is more than enough to deal with these things.

You know, undead magic is their nemesis.

Erlanger quietly stood aside a little bit, pretending that he didn't exist in a very good way, and let Brian show off his boyfriend power in front of Cyril.

At the same time, the re-appointed system also gave information about these things: [Name: (thin/thick) cheeky

Uses: Can be purified to make magic masks

Attack method: All offensive spells are useful, the stronger the better; undead magic is the most recommended Explanation: Faceskin is a creature that is very unfriendly to wizards.They will take the initiative to attack wizards, and then cannibalize the bodies of wizards to replenish their own energy. They can evolve from thin-skinned to thick-skinned, and their strength will also increase accordingly.

The peak of evolution of the face-skinned monsters is the faceless monster, also commonly known as the shameless monster.The magic of the undead happened to be a sharp weapon against them. After all, the undead were gone, so there was no need to be ashamed.

Capture the thief first and capture the king. Have you seen the shameless round ball at the top?It is the leader of this group of face-skinned monsters, shameless, hit it! 】Cyril looked up at the round ball floating above the group of face-skinned monsters. It could no longer recognize the face of any animal.

His forehead twitched, and he complained in his heart: Is this the evolution from thick-skinned to shameless, and then to become the strongest king among the cheeky monsters?

Cyril drew out his black wand, he didn't want to leave everything to Mr. Scott.

"Hand of the Undead!"

Cyril pointed his wand at the faceless monster and whispered.

This is one of the undead magics he has mastered. It doesn't need to summon a whole skeleton man, but just summoning its hands can exert ten percent of its power.

I saw a wisp of black smoke rising from the tip of Cyril's wand and heading straight for the uppermost sphere.

The next moment, the black smoke turned into a pair of gloomy white bone palms, and these palms slammed fiercely towards the faceless monster's head.

The force was so heavy that the ball was slapped to the side.

And Cyril did not stop attacking.

Pairs of sharp bone palms protruded from the tip of his wand continuously, attacking the thick-skinned monsters first.

In this way, the original horror painting style suddenly became weird.

There was a series of crisp applause in the silent forest.

Erlanger was a little surprised to see Cyril make a move, but he didn't expect that this one was not a good person.

He glanced at the hand of the undead who was still chasing the fleeing faceless monster and slapped him, and felt a dull pain in his cheek for a moment.

Who doesn't say that the last sentence is a good match.

Erlanger took another silent step back.

Cyril found that using undead magic to deal with the face-skinned monsters was really effective.

He began to summon individual parts of various undead: some were a pair of hands, some were a foot, and some were even just thighbones.

The white bones attacked tirelessly, as if beating meatballs.

Brian's movements were imperceptibly paused, and he looked at Cyril with a half-smile.

He hooked his lips, walked to Cyril's side, and took the other's hand holding the wand.

It starts with the smooth, tender and warm skin of Little Rose.

Consciously or unintentionally, Brian stroked the other's thin wrist with his fingertips, with a narrow smile in his eyes.

He lowered his head, put his lips against Cyril's ear, and said lazily in a deep and hoarse voice: "I will teach you another undead magic, watch it."

Cyril watched Mr. Scott's bony hand hold him, and at the same time, a hot breath passed by his ear.

The man's hand was cool, fair and slender, but not weak, but full of strength.

The other party held his hand and drew a series of extremely complicated magic runes linked together in the air.

Since it was teaching, he deliberately slowed down, but his movements were smooth and natural, and it could even be said to be pleasing to the eye.

As the last magic rune was drawn, Cyril heard some cold syllables read out by the other party. His tone was elegant and silky, and seemed to have a pleasant taste.

A huge amount of magic power spewed out from the tip of Cyril's wand.

At this time, all the white bones in the midair were suddenly surrounded by black mist, as if it was a strong hostility.

In the next moment, when all the cheeky monsters had no time to react, the bones exploded like small bombs one by one.

With the continuous sound of cracking, the faces of the face-skinned monsters were blasted into cracks, splashing bloody flowers.

Face-skinned monsters were blown to pieces one by one.

Erlanger looked at the scene like fireworks blooming, and looked at the two people who were still cuddling in front of him, and suddenly felt a little choked.

Although I didn't eat, I was inexplicably full!

Cyril was indeed shocked for a moment by the huge power.

He recalled the magic rune just now, and planned to review and consolidate it after going back.

But now...

Cyril silently turned his head to look at the handsome wizard smiling behind him, feeling a little heavy.

Good guy, now those undead he contracted before are all missing arms and legs in an instant!

The author has something to say: Cyril: heart-stopping qaq

Bryan: Why does my wife care about those tool people? ?