People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Therefore, the contents of the "transcripts" vary widely, just as a mutated computer virus produces countless subspecies and spreads everywhere.

And these "copies" are made by magicians, but there is no doubt that even if you don't watch the "original scriptures" directly, even if you write the "copies" by yourself, they have enough deadly "toxins" .

And for some reason, there will always be people on the magic side who know that reading the "original" will destroy their personality, but still want to make a "copy".

And the guys who made those "copies" mostly rolled their eyes and foamed at the end, but their hands continued to write mechanically.Whether he can survive in the end depends on good fortune.

And having said so much, let us get back to business.

"You mean turning the human body into a 'script'?"

"No, child. It is to turn the whole body into the 'Original Code'. Completely 'transcribe' the knowledge of the 'Original Code'."

crazy!

This was Birdway's only thought.

She wouldn't feel amazed by this kind of thing or feel that the other party is amazing, except for being more sure that the other party is a psychopath, Birdwig would not have any idea of ​​wanting to follow suit.

Even if it is possible to achieve something like "immortality", after all, the magic side actually does not have a strong desire for "immortality". It seems that many people have deliberately chosen "to be famous in history" instead of "immortality". .

For example, a certain "magic book" such as "Baopuzi" and "Golden Crow Jade. Rabbit Collection" has even become so influential that "Momotaro" appeared in the next country. After being distorted, the story of "Peach of Immortality and Immortality" is conveyed.

The essence of the so-called "Momotaro" is actually a disguised "magic book", and there is no such thing as "Momotaro born from peaches" in it.

The peaches floating down from the upper reaches of the river should be correctly interpreted as a taboo fruit that can make people transcend life and death, and Momotaro "born from peaches" should be regarded as "the old man and the old woman rejuvenated after eating peaches".

Compared with the above-mentioned process of achieving "immortality" through various "elixir", "Xiantao" or "cultivation", the method mentioned by the other party is much simpler and easier to understand.

To put it bluntly, the actual operation is to use the eternal immutability of the "magic book".

The methods currently known to mankind cannot destroy the "Book of Magic".

The words, paragraphs, and chapters recorded in the "Book of Magic" will be turned into magic marks, absorbing the weak energy released by the veins of the earth or dragons as power, and turning into a magic circle that runs automatically.

Therefore, generally speaking, "human beings" can only seal the original grimoire at best.

And if you transcribe the "original code" that can last thousands of years to yourself, and let your body become a new "original code", then you can fundamentally solve the problem of physical fragility.

In fact, as long as you succeed in this step, you may die if you want to.

Every "magic book" has a fixed mode of "spreading its own knowledge to more people", that is to say, in order to protect the "knowledge" that has been transcribed into the human body, the "Original Code" will not easily allow Those who were "transcribed" died.

Even if the heart and brain were removed, that person would not be able to "die".

After hearing the other party's conversation, Birdway subconsciously moved her gaze away from the other party's body, and judged the other party's position through the moonlight emitted from the upper gap and the shadow reflected on the ground.

Birdway does not have enough "talent" to read the "Original Code" without injury. If the other party's body is really "transcribed" from the "Original Code", then Birdway is likely to read the "Original Code" immediately after seeing it. lose consciousness.

"The Tetrabiblos..."

"Huh? What's your basis? Mercenaries from 'Gold'?"

Badway stared blankly at the woman standing behind Sigurd. She was wearing a protruding evening dress. Although she wore a mask on her face, she could tell from her temperament and demeanor that she was definitely the prom queen. level of beauty.

At this time, she was standing behind Sigurd, and her slender hand pointed at the other's position.

But although Birdway could clearly see the phantom of the woman, the old druid on the other side seemed to just feel something. Obviously, he didn't notice the changes in the woman's movements and positions.

"If you are trying to use the poison of the 'Original Code' to turn defeat into victory, then your calculations are wrong."

Sigurd pointed to his temple, tilted his head and stared at the other party.

"Do you think that the level of 'poison' that is not the real 'original scripture' of "The Great Key of Solomon" can even make me frown? And what you 'transcribed' is not the original manuscript of the Four Books of Astrology, right? Take English Is the translation saying 'original' a little exaggerated?"

Hearing Sigurd's words, the other party subconsciously looked at his arm.

I saw that where Birdway's "Ice Blade" just penetrated, the skin and flesh began to roll up, like a tomato that was cut into a cross and poured with hot water.

Birdway saw some muscle tissue and human skin that fell on the ground, and she was a little thankful that she didn't choose to continue staring at him just now.

After all, in such a situation, even if it does not count as the issue of "original scriptures", the situation of the other party is probably enough to make her feel sick for several days.

Chapter 140 Five: The Opening of "Stage Play"

The flesh-and-skinned figure began to crumble.

All the temperament and sense of oppression of the superiors disappeared in an instant.

The only thing Birdway could feel at this time was the decay and uncomfortable disgust.

"What did you say 'since the era of [Golden Dawn] ended, it has always existed in this world', you are just lingering on your last breath, right?"

"Ignorant brat, this old man has completed the 'semi-immortality' technique of Westcott, one of the founders of 'Golden Dawn', which no one has reproduced for a hundred years. As for the mere physical body, do you think it is very important? "

The skin and flesh continued to fall off. Originally, it was just a somewhat weakened image of an old man, but now with the skin and flesh falling off the face, it is unclear whether what is left should be called a "human".

The skin is dry and grayish white, and it feels like a dead person.

The bones under the skin are clearly visible, which shows that the opponent's subcutaneous muscles have almost disappeared.

And although the flesh fell off, the suit was no longer fitting. In fact, it could be seen from the somewhat bloated vest that the flesh under the clothes had also begun to fall off, and was caught by the inner shirt of the suit.

Bright red blood seeped out of the brown vest, and even flowed down the trouser legs to the ground, forming a small "water puddle".

And the layer of skin under the exfoliated flesh is wrinkled, like a piece of straw paper attached to the bone. Perhaps the other party just transcribed the "original scripture" onto his own skin, and then "fitted" it again. .

But if all of these so far are within the acceptable range, then the scalp and under the hair that will fall off next will be something that will make people have nightmares for half a month.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't look up, you definitely don't want to see this thing."

As if to match Sigurd's words, the two female "Golden Dawn" mages who had just helped Birdway stand up also nodded gently, and then used their translucent palms to block Birdway in front of her. , to prevent Birdwig from seeing that shocking picture because of "carelessness" or "curiosity".

Although Birdway lowered her raised head in time very obediently, from the corner of her eyes, she still saw a rough outline through the translucent palm.

Birdway shuddered subconsciously, as if thinking of something, her face turned pale for an instant.

Under the peeled off skin, the original size of the head is still maintained, but the part below the forehead is obviously smaller.

And the reason for this result is that...

"Let me guess... This thing is the brain of the perverted 'Ripper' who died in the hands of the members of the 'Golden Dawn' at the time, and wandered around the Whitechapel area in the East End of London, right?"

"Well, a very correct judgment."

With the detachment of the skin gradually revealing the original appearance, even the voice actor of this weird druid has changed.

It is not the same as the old man's tone when imitating "Westcott", the sound at this time is like a broken old-fashioned radio, with a harsh tone, and a serious poor signal, which makes the listener's head buzzing.

At this time, on the head of the "old man", above the skinny face that looked like a mummy just dug out from the cemetery, the dark red soft thing covered with dense lines was ignoring the restraint of the skull, just like this in the air.

Especially in the case of severe atrophy of the subcutaneous muscles, the connected blood vessels are clearly visible wriggling under the skin, and it feels like a small bug that has penetrated under the skin, which makes people shudder.

"With the help of the memory of the 'Ripper', I spent nearly a hundred years recreating the spells of the members of the 'Golden Dawn'! Yes, in the current world, I am the 'Last Gold'!"

"Then let me make sure that the guys on the fishing boats outside and in the town on the other side are not real 'magicians', right?"

"Of course, they are just some ignorant villagers, admiring the extraordinary power that once belonged to 'gold' that I possess. And I naturally donated some to them."

Hearing this, Birdway seemed to think of something, she did not raise her head, but maintained a posture of bending down and shouting like this.

"Wait a minute! That is to say, those idiots just learned how to simply refine magic, and the use of it is just..."

"Of course, after all, as a 'disposable' item, you only need to achieve this level. Don't you think it's strange? Obviously they only have the kind of magic level that can't even be called an 'apprentice' in the three major churches. So what if there was a magical bombardment that could instantly sink your vehicle?"

"You guy..."

Of course Birdway knew, after all, if they were reminded to such a degree and still couldn't think of a reason, then Birdway had spent all these years on the side of magic for nothing.

There is only one possible and feasible reason, that is, those stupid villagers who have been fooled not only use their own refined magic power to activate the spell, but even "sacrifice" their own life in a daze, so that a group of " The layman" was capable of unleashing a massive artillery barrage that sank British vehicles.

At this time, Sigurd and the enemy entered the fighting state at the same time, and the terrifying aura of both sides made Birdway feel a little tight in his chest.

The surrounding phantoms intentionally surround Birdway, and it is quite obvious that Birdway can feel a lot less oppressive.

He slightly wanted to look up at the scene of the battle, but what caught his eyes was a heroic woman in a military uniform with short curly hair.

The opponent stood directly in front of Birdway, as if deliberately letting Birdway observe the battlefield ahead through her body.

Through the other party's translucent body, Birdway could clearly see the uncomfortable old man in front of him.

Because she was already mentally prepared, Birdway didn't feel particularly disgusting. After all, as a magician, she still has some research on the human body, so she doesn't feel sick when she sees some organs. .

At the same time, although Birdway felt some soreness in his eyes, it was not unbearable. It seemed that the translucent woman with short hair weakened the toxin of the "Original Code" through her body, so that Birdway could also face up to it. enemy.

At the same time, Birdway noticed that Sigurd did not directly kill people like in the "rumors". In fact, Sigurd so far seems to be just an ordinary Magician, there is nothing particularly different.

"Ok?"

Badway noticed that when Sigurd raised his hands and seemed to be planning to attack with the two guns in his hands, the woman in a long skirt with a monocle, who was supporting her, walked behind Sigurd.

She didn't know when there were two short sticks in her hand. Although the translucent color was not very obvious, Birdway could still tell that it was black and white.

"See clearly, I won't demonstrate it a second time?"

"what?"

Birdway still didn't understand the situation, but the other party had already rushed up with a wooden staff, and the light green magic stream around his body became more and more dazzling.

The target pointed directly at Sigurd in front of him.

"It's useless, purely using 'human' technology can't destroy the 'Original Code'. And even if you penetrate my body, it's impossible for me to be defeated under the 'semi-immortality'."

"Isn't this just right? It's hard to find such a live target in this 'peaceful age'?"

The dazzling explosion of magic power was activated, and Sigurd's movement of raising his guns with both hands almost coincided with the movement of the woman behind him waving a short white and black stick.

Chapter 140 Six: "Gold" backup dancers!

The magic bombing broke out without warning.

Not a "shot", but an explosion that appeared out of thin air.

It is not "ammunition" supplied and fired with magical power, but a simple explosion that seems to be summoned from "another world".

Without space and world to hide from, the point where the explosion occurred was even the opponent's skin.

There wasn't such a frightening gale, as if the force of the impact had been locked on the opponent's body.

The originally wrinkled and thin body is now "thrown" out like a rag bag, and the appearance of flying limply in mid-air clearly shows that the "inside" of the other party has been blown into a mess by the explosion just now up.

With the sound of "cracking" wet objects slapping the stone wall, the "old man" was thrown hard on the wall at the end of the "arena", and the free-falling body had a head-down intimacy with the uneven ground. touch.