The Legend of Fatality

When Angelica was lying on the bed, Eisenheim-Schneider looked down at her. Her face was pale. Sweat poured from her forehead. Her eyes were wide open, but there was no focus. There are strange red spots on her beautiful face. His miraculous senses told him that she would soon be unable to do it.

???? Her vitality is drying up; the soul is separating from her body. Eisenheim-Schneider shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This is difficult. He felt that if something really happened to him, he would die.

???? Calm down, he thought. This is not a good time to think like a magic apprentice. Now it's time to pool all your resources and become a true magician. Don't let your personal feelings interfere with what you need to do here.

He made another deep breath that calmed people and repeated the hymn he had learned in his childhood. This is a meaningless rhythm poem intended to soothe the soul and calm the senses. He opened his heart and felt the call of magic in the air.

???? Eisenheim-Schneider has received a lot of protection magic training. Of course, these spells include healing spells and disease-fighting spells. But this is not his field of specialization. He knows that the plague is something that is difficult to neutralize. Latal is a very powerful opponent, and there are too many other factors that may affect the result.

Fortunately, most of the news he knew was good for Angelica. She is young and healthy and has everything to live for. She is not hungry. Her surroundings are very clean. She had been in good health before. He hopes these things will change the status quo.

He closed his eyes and used the magic around him. He immediately felt something was wrong. The magic of darkness is much more than expected, and it is getting stronger and stronger. Of all the types of energy carried by those magic particles, it is the worst, and is accompanied by promises of mutation and death.

He thought he was prepared for this. After all, the army of evil gods outside is still using evil forces in large numbers, but the amount of black magic alone is already unstoppable. This is a disgusting connection. He exhaled at the fastest speed and expelled that energy.

By concentrating, he can focus on other types of magic particles; for this, he needs to protect and heal a mixture of magic particles. Now, dark magic particles filled the air, which made it more difficult for him to obtain them accurately, but he knew he could do it.

Slowly and carefully, making sure not to touch the dark stains, he woven the magic power together. After letting go of all his senses belonging to the mage, he stared down at Angelica. He can still see her lying on the bed, but now he can also see the spirit around her, the reflection of her spirit.

???? Things don't look good. An unhealthy green surrounded her, and he felt the pollution of black magic on her. ...

This is not surprising, because the plague was created by the followers of Latal through black magic.

???? He began to read spells, so that he could expel that dark energy. The tendrils of magical power he woven around her began to slowly penetrate into her skin. She moaned in her sleep. Eisenheim-Schneider maintains a powerful energy flow, injecting magic energy into her soul, partly from him and partly from the surrounding magic particles.

???? For a while, he felt himself caught in the dark vortex of death. He felt the pulling force of the infinite vacuum, and his own skin became cold and wet. He injected more magic power into her, but it was like sprinkling water on the sand of the desert.

He felt that his life was dying, so he fought back. This is one of the dangerous situations of this healing magic. When the patient is close to death, the life of the healer is also in danger. There was a small panic in his brain as if he was fighting the water, hoping he would cut off contact with the water and save his life.

He refused to listen or succumbed. Like a swimmer against a powerful undercurrent, he struggled forward, fighting for himself and Angelica's life. He prayed to Yodala and found that he had regained some energy. Then he realized that something in this woman had awakened him and was helping him. Suddenly, the moment of crisis passed. He no longer felt like he was about to drown. The tension in his chest disappeared.

This is the most difficult part, he said to himself, because he knew it was not true. He has stabilized her condition. As long as he can continue to provide energy, he can maintain this state, but his magic is not unlimited. He doubts whether he can maintain this connection until she is cured.

???? Her body needs help. Slowly, he unfolded the tendrils of magic power again, touching the remaining part of the dark magic energy in her body. He slammed them one by one like a surgeon pierced a boil and expelled black magic from her. It came out of her mouth and nostrils like a dark green poisonous smoke.

Next, he continued to send energy to find the tiny demons of the disease that infected her. These entities were so small that they were invisible to the naked eye, but the magical senses he was using were visible.

The tide of magic rushed through her blood, purifying her internal organs. This is a hard and tiring job that requires a high degree of concentration. Eisenheim-Schneider already felt very tired, just like he did after the magic duel with the Ratman Prophet, he persevered and concentrated again. After a long time, he was convinced that he had wiped out every entity carrying the plague.

???? This is the final stage, he thought wearily, began to draw the last magic particles from around. He issued orders to Angelica ’s body: go to sleep, heal, and replenish the lost life force ...

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After doing this, he closed his eyes and prayed again to thank the goddess of healing and compassion. He touched her forehead. Fever. The sweat is getting less and less. He hoped he had done enough. But he had no way to know ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and then he fell asleep in a chair by the bed.

After a few minutes, Bai En, who returned from outside, found him there, and Bai En wanted to come in and get a new dress and a cloak.

He stopped by the well outside before and poured a bucket of water on himself to get rid of the worst blood stains. He suspected that the guards would not go to the White Boar Tavern to find the killers who killed the two assassins, but he still chose to cover his tracks as much as possible.

When he entered the tavern, he was greeted by a joke about rain, but he refuted the story of pouring a bucket of water on his head to wake him up.

When he walked into the room, he could see from Angelica's steady breath that she began to recover, and he thanked the gods for their kindness. He also saw Eisenheim-Schneider sleeping on the chair, and he had a feeling that Bane couldn't tell.

???? Bern knew that he should not bother them, so he changed his clothes as quietly as possible, went back downstairs, wondering if he could find the dwarves, and warned them. As he walked into the common room, he heard Uli and Bjorni singing an old dwarf drinking song. Behind them are Gray Logan and Snowry. The dwarfs didn't look sober.

"I was attacked," he said calmly.

???? "Oh, young Bane, you wouldn't say—" Snowry replied. "Did we miss a wonderful fight?"

???? Bane shook his head, but perhaps because of Angelica's state, he did not feel angry or negative emotions, his heart was filled with the joy brought by Angelica's recovery. But he also knew that it would take a long time for the dwarves to take this matter seriously.

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