Black Wizard Zhu Peng

Zhu Peng obtained the information and materials he wanted from the Death Eaters Ignatius and his wife, but the poor little girl with the golden scroll died.

Her face at the moment of her death seemed very peaceful, perhaps because of the ease of the torture cessation, or because of the murderer's sorrowful cry. The man in black leather squatted beside the girl, opened his eyelids to observe the eyeball, pressed the girl's carotid artery for a moment, then he shook his head.

"Brain-dead. It should have been forced to eat the soul-binding potion added to the walking dead grass. The untreated walking dead grass will stimulate the life potential, forcibly lift her spirit, and make the subject's pain unable to numb... This kind of damage is irreversible for ordinary people. As soon as we rescued it, the tense nerve in the brain relaxed, and the body collapsed." Zhu Peng placed the one in the black iron ring on his left middle finger. The crystal of Igna's soul was deducted, and one was refilled.

Then he cast another "soul trap" spell on the corpse of the golden scroll girl. The next moment, the man's left hand with five sharp nails popped out like a blade, and he used a black tiger's heart-cutting technique.

Flutter! Zhennai on the side saw Zhu Peng's hand dug into the left heart of the girl in front of him, and then pulled it out like a lightning bolt, and there was a slightly squirming heart in his hand.

The body of the golden scroll girl shook a few times. In the next moment, a lavender mist was very slowly integrated into Zhu Peng’s left ring. In the soul crystal stone, the girl’s soul was in it. If the flame burns faintly. Zhu Peng used a soul trap to forcefully break the effect of the soul-binding potion.

"Find a good church and ask the clergy to pray for her every day to resolve grievances, hoping to return to the eternal Styx soon." Zhu Peng took the soul crystal off the ring again and handed it to some eyes Red Zhennai, as for the heart, after being slightly disposed of by him, it was placed in an insulated food box in the corner. This is obviously one of the containers used by the Ignace couple to store their works and needs to be borrowed overnight.

"Marsanna, give me your gun...Marsanna!?"

Looking back, Zhu Peng saw that his sister was still holding the soul crystal in a daze, and a beautiful girl died in front of her. For Jinnai, who was just seventeen years old, the impact was a little bit bigger.

"...The blue sky, the green lawn, the white walls, the red roof... the beef stewed potatoes made by my grandmother, the family portrait painted by the little brother Jack, the family gave her a gift together... Happy family, this girl is still talking about these when she is about to die. She thought she could go back to see her family alive. She clearly did nothing wrong...Brother, why did she encounter such misfortune?" Zhennai's question made Zhu Peng somewhat unsure of how to answer. After a moment of silence, he turned his head to look at the clock in the room.

It was 1:20 midnight, and there was not much time left until the 28-minute black mass entered.

"Truth Nai...you can keep this scene in your heart as a driving force for your future progress and reflection, but the energy of your body and mind is limited. At least at this time, don't spend this limited energy in meaningless sadness. Questioning himself.” After speaking, Zhu Peng took the violent shotgun in Jinnai's hand two steps forward, and then smeared the body fat on it. The revolver and dagger on his body were also smeared by it. A layer of corpse oil was applied as a barrier.

"Throw away the mobile phone first. The carriage that picked up the Ignatius to participate in the Black Mass is likely to have been subjected to necromancy spells. Anything with a strong magnetic field can easily be detected." Zhu Peng worked while giving orders.

Zhenna wiped the tears from her cheeks, and then took out her mobile phone and put it aside. At this time, Zhu Peng disassembled the Ignace couple's body in a very short time:

White brains, dead eyes, fresh skulls and hearts, complete kidneys and other materials, although knowing that anatomy is a basic skill that must be mastered by wizards of any system, the first time I watched Zhu Peng disassemble two of them, they just died. Zhennai still felt a little inexplicably scared and couldn't help at all for a while.

Although, her performance in the anatomy class at the college is actually quite good.

Fortunately, Zhu Peng is still very efficient even if he does his own hands. His ten fingers are the sharpest knives and the most flexible pliers. There are dark red blood killing techniques and vindictive claws, and tearing the corpse is as hot as Zhu Peng. It is generally easy to cut butter with a knife.

At 1:25 midnight, Zhu Peng and Zhennai were holding some food boxes in both hands. They stood at the misty crossroads at the entrance of the underground tavern, waiting for the arrival of the black wagon at Igna's mouth.

"...Brother, did I behave badly and I can't help at all." During the waiting period, Shinnay suddenly asked such a sentence in a low voice.

"It's pretty good. After all, you have received professional training from the academy. If the kid Ma Zhe just followed me in, I am afraid that you will not be able to make you so self-control and quiet. Let the rough guy fight and kill, and let him be quiet. Watching me disassemble the human body into pieces, I am afraid it will be more difficult. The guy seems calm, but in fact his mouth is broken, especially when the mood fluctuates, the more his mouth is broken." Zhu Peng calmed the truth, although they did not I did anything to help, but it didn't cause any trouble. I am still helping to get things now, so I have more requirements.

"...Brother, don't you feel scared at all, don't feel sad and hesitate at all, will you be affected by these emotions?"

"...It’s not completely impossible, but I’m used to it. Before each competition or dealing with something, I meditate and give myself one or two psychological hints, and then in the next eight to twelve hours , I can clearly write down what I have experienced, but I will not be affected by emotions in the process. Everything is handled in a relatively rational state. In fact, after returning, I closed myself in a quiet room and summarized my reflection. I will be sad, sad, and sometimes self-blaming and upset. These are the resources for training my soul, but when doing things, because of the psychological cues set in advance, I will not be influenced by them."

"It sounds amazing."

"It's a very simple mind-learning technique, but if you want to be truly stable and solidified, it is best to start practicing from an early age. After reaching the alchemy Taoist fairyland, the artistic conception of long-term practice is basically solidified, and it has a certain degree of illusion and spiritual impact. The defensive effect, the probability of passing the negative spell will test will be relatively high."

By this time the two people spoke, it was already exactly 1.28 midnight.

A jet-black carriage driven by two big brown horses ran out through the dense fog. It spreads a vague but powerful breath of the dead. It is also because of this breath that this carriage can be safe and sound. Shuttle in the wizarding city of "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk".

In the power distribution of the dark world, necromancers are one of the most powerful, a group of people who have a lot of face, even if they are proud blood or violent werewolves, they will not attack those with sufficient food. Hard bones, they are not easy to provoke.

Powerful summoning technique, terrible necromancer curse, even relatively weak negative energy spells: corpse explosion, bone spear, bone grievance, blight, death finger, these are all famously powerful, weaker bloodlines Clans and tribes cannot provoke any necromantic black witch.

The dead man’s hearse was parked in front of Zhu Peng and Zhennai, who were covered in black robes. Because of their alienated roots and blood, even in the dark and dense fog, Zhu Peng could still clearly see that the brown horse that pulled the carriage was faintly red. His eyes, under the cover of fur, are stitched with extremely fine stitches. Inside that seemingly strong and powerful body, there are ugly bodies made of countless bones. Among them are humans, messy animals, and various The miscellaneous miscellaneous, completely ignoring the rejection reaction of normal life, under the magic power of the necromancer, they form a brand-new "life body" together.

In many planes and worlds, necromancers are considered the most blasphemous evil, an unbearable rebuttal and questioning of "God Creationism". Although, the so-called **** creators were originally the biggest lie in the universe.

In fact, this causal relationship is more accurate on the other hand. Without human beings, where is the god?

From the left sleeve, he took out a **** heart that was simply wrapped in silk and threw it to the strong coachman who wrapped himself in a thick black robe like Zhu Peng and Zhennai. The other party reached out and took it, and then directly tore the silk. Raising his head and swallowing his heart, Zhu Peng saw a terrifying human face that was also covered with all kinds of stitches. This face was not covered by fur like a horse. It can really scare the faint-hearted to death in the dark.

After paying the "fare", Zhu Peng and Zhenna got into the carriage with large and small bags. There were no other Death Eaters in the carriage. The air in the sealed carriage was muddy and dark. Ordinary people sitting in such carriages do not need to How long does it take to lose direction completely, and this dead man’s hearse did not reach its goal directly, but wandered around the city for a while, so even if a Death Eater repented and wanted to offer a black mass gathering place, That is also impossible, because they don't even know where the real gathering place is.

I don’t know how long it has been in the dark. It may be ten minutes or half an hour. Shinana could not restrain her and asked in a low voice: "Brother, how did you find the Ignace couple?"

"You mean they are Death Eaters now?"

"Well, actually I didn't have any clues at the beginning. I just found a good business tavern in the area with the highest number of missing people. Places like underground taverns have always been a place for mixed news. I went there and sat there. Yes, then there was uncleaned blood in the fingers of the fat female boss. Moreover, although the Igna couples looked cheerful and enthusiastic on the surface, there were bloodshot eyes in their eyes from staying up all night... the bloodstain might be The bloodshot remains from the slaughter of livestock while cooking, and the bloodshot eyes may also be an occupational disease of operating a tavern, but once I had doubts in my heart, following observation, I felt a little dark wizard in the couple: that kind of High above, he regards the spirit and will of others like pigs and dogs." At this point, Zhu Peng paused a bit to sort out his thoughts, and then continued to speak:

"In order to prevent myself from being suspicious of ghosts, I went around the tavern twice. They did it very carefully. The soundproofing effect of the secret room is very good. As a tavern owner who works at night and rests during the day, the bedroom windows are thick. Thick curtains can also make sense... But just like crematoriums or cemeteries make people feel uncomfortable instinctively, too many people die in one place, especially those who are still abused and killed, and dark energy particles will naturally gather. , And I am quite keen in this area, so I have this line tonight.

However, even I didn't expect them to do this too much. I thought that at most I found a pair of dark servants. I didn't expect that they were Death Eaters of the necromantic black witch, and they were of a fanatical level. "Speaking, Zhu Peng said to the truth beside him with a little disappointment:

"Tonight's action is too early for you. After going home tomorrow, take a good rest for two days and calm your mind."

In the darkness, Akizuki Mari shook his head.

"I'm fine. I have been wandering with my mother for so long, and I have seen many tragedies in the process. It's just that I can't understand how there are people like Death Eaters... Is it because I was deceived by the black wizard and I completely forgot Your own position as a human being?" Not because of fighting, not because of hatred, not because of any other reason, but just to satisfy one's own spiritual needs to torture and kill the same kind, which makes people shudder.

"...Because it's not bewitching."

"Ok!?"

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and a moment later the door opened, and another Death Eater in a black robe got into the carriage. The outsider also swallowed Zhu Peng's next words.

The Necromancer called the Death Eaters to establish a black mass, and eventually even formed the belief in evil gods, which is a common cult genre in the multiverse. However, this Necromancer genre does not rely on deceptive spells or simple brainwashing tricks.

It’s that the Necromantic Black Witches really have the uniqueness of other schools of wizardry... For example, they can regenerate severed limbs, restore youth to the subject, cure terminal illnesses, and even resurrect the dead. Resurrected as a zombie, but a real, complete resurrection.

They can even break innate restrictions and turn mortals who have no spiritual power at all into wizards.

Because it is really not a deception, so countless ordinary people and even the most intelligent are indulged in admiration, and perhaps a huge price will be paid in the process, such as the classic "restoration of youth" in necromancy.

From adulthood to old age, the skin slowly loses its brilliance and is covered with deep wrinkles. Strength, strength, physical strength and even mental strength begin to fade. Even if you have a successful career and a wealth of money, you can lose your youth, even if you face it no matter how beautiful you are. The little girl is also weakened.

When people are old, they will gradually lose all their happiness.

However, becoming a Death Eater can restore you to youth. Although it is short-lived, it is true. You only need to use your direct blood relatives as the nourishment for recovery. This is about a 100 to one conversion ratio:

Kill your son who can live for a hundred years, and you can regain a whole year of youth.

In the plane where necromantic witchcraft prevails, there have even been horrible cases where the extremely greedy old man incarnates hundreds of thousands of children and grandchildren. The more aging, the more greedy. Once such a taboo door is opened, Can't stop at all.

Many legendary powerhouses who were famous in their youth chose to fall due to fear of aging and death in their later years. With mental arithmetic and unintentional, coupled with their own abilities and experience advantages, once they start to devour blood relatives, the chances of destroying the whole family are quite high, and even those illegitimate children who are hidden in the public will be abruptly picked out.

And the more he swallows his direct blood relatives, the more his blood is contaminated. It is impossible to make people crazy while devouring blood relatives to restore youth, so as to stay young forever before death. The lower the level of one's own life, the faster the bloodline pollution will be. In the end, a person will become a complete madman, swallowing all living people with red eyes like beasts, and the final outcome is only to be destroyed and caught by countless souls. The soul drags into the deepest part of the Styx, leaving nothing behind.

Another example is Death Eater’s classic meditation concentrating thaumaturgy, which is also a special example of qualitative changes derived from quantitative changes in the Necro System.

Even a mortal who has no mental power qualifications, practice spiritual gathering thaumatism like the Igna couple’s continuous blood sacrifice. At the beginning, the evil energy in the body is strengthened, and in the middle stage, it can gradually start to use extremely weak necromantic spells. In the final period, there have been five Death Eaters in history who broke through their own innate limitations with Spirit Gathering Thaumaturgy and were promoted to official wizards.

And these five necromantic saint-like demons, none of them has a final achievement lower than the legendary existence, one of them even achieved the Fan, the two achieved the demigod... The Death Eaters used the Spirit Gathering Thaumaturgy to force a breakthrough The ratio is about 100 million to one. Among the 100 million Death Eaters, one can complete the breakthrough. The other 95% either died or gave up midway. The remaining 4% burst during the breakthrough. Brain to death.

The essence of gathering thaumaturgy is to attach countless souls killed by oneself to oneself, use their spiritual power to increase evil energy, cast spells, strengthen power, and finally transform into their own spiritual power to complete a breakthrough.

Every necromancer must bear at least a million grievances on his body, and then you must use your own will to make these undead who hate you purely and incomparably give up their hatred of you, and even turn it into your help, and finally become your spiritual power. Source...This tm is many times more difficult than breaking through the Dan realm. Therefore, for thousands of years in the history of wizardry, the endless vast plane, billions of trillions of beings, only five undead saints emerged.

However, regardless of how difficult and horrible the process is, at least the Necromancer is not deceiving.

The promises they made to the Death Eaters can be fulfilled, but this fulfillment, whether you can do it, how much you have to pay, and how much you can do, is all your own business.

It’s like a woman’s lifelong love for her husband and son are dead. A necromancer appears in front of this woman and tells her that she can resurrect her husband and son, but this process is full of thorns and difficulties. Don't do it?

This classic routine is interpreted as a case in the textbooks of the necromancer. First, you have to find a smart, strong woman who has no right or wrong, and then create an accident that caused her husband and son to die. In front of her...Finally, the wizard completed the experiment, collected the materials, and hid behind the scenes and retired, and the poor woman died under the sword of the brave instead of the wizard, and she had to carry thousands of years of spurning and infamy.

Necromancer's routines are about to smoke, and the average necromancer can't pass his own level. Anyway, there are countless cases in the Middle Ages that are similar to the above-mentioned situation. Just find a suitable guide. Few wizards really plan and execute it by themselves. If they get dirty, don’t talk about it. Once they wear a gang, they have to face the crazy pursuit of a completely blackened woman. It is not interesting to be hated by someone who takes the soul as an oath. , I don’t know how many demons in the endless abyss and nine levels of purgatory are looking forward to taking a shot in this kind of thing.

Wizards are powerful, but they are not strong enough to be unscrupulous and do whatever they want among the heavens. Especially the necromancers, they are repelled by the instinct of the will of the plane in most planes, and most of them are not very lucky in the form of luck.

...If I am not lucky enough to get the inheritance of Chinese martial arts, maybe I will choose to embark on the path of Death Eaters; maybe it will be painful, maybe I will regret, but there are always some people who are unwilling to fate...

Withered wood, solitary garden, ruined tomb of the dead.

The sphere of light in the sky had just risen, and Zhu Peng glanced at the sky, and then got out of the carriage with Zhennai and merged into the team of many Death Eaters like a drop of water.

It is really rare to gather at midnight, and the black mass that starts just before dawn is really rare, but from this arrangement, you can also feel the caution and difficulty of the people behind the scenes.

"I'll look for a chance to assassinate the necromantic black witch, don't think about helping me, find a corner to hide and hide...unless you see me winning, otherwise no matter what you see, don't come out. I have ordered. Ma Zhe, once we have not returned before two o'clock this afternoon, he will inform the school and father of the information."

"Brother, aren't you going to work hard? Don't make a move if you are not sure."

"...No, I mean I can run away if I can't fight. Find a place to hide, otherwise I might ignore you when I run away."

"..." Zhennai looked embarrassed, but she had nothing to say.

A stream of Death Eaters in black robes walked into the tomb, UU Reading www. During the process of uukanshu.com, Zhu Peng and Zhennai saw many men and women in dark robes come together in groups, and from time to time they took out the nails, eyeballs, skulls, and even complete baby corpses from their pockets. Things like that, they exchanged the casting materials or gems they needed. Seeing this scene, Zhu Peng even suspected that this place was not just Death Eaters. I'm afraid that many apprentices of the Necromancer family also pretended to be Death Eaters. Among them, search for what you need.

He walked deep underground, but his eyes suddenly became clear.

If it weren’t for the huge skull statue hanging high above, Zhu Peng almost thought he was in a religious auditorium, with a gorgeous and exquisite bone throne, a solemn ceremonial altar, and rows of long wooden chairs arranged in two. Side, neat and rugged.

(The necromancy cult here is already quite large, with many followers and well-organized. Yes, so many survivors of the earth die every day, and they are even killed without any care. Naturally, it provides such a sect with huge nutrients... …Also, the larger the scale, the more power of destiny I will obtain after the solution. The entire destiny card is trembling and eager. It is eager to cut off a certain flood of destiny and benefit itself.) Sitting with Jinnai Looking at the cult performance on the altar from the bench, Zhennai was still a little nervous. She slightly bowed her head and shrank her body, but Zhu Peng slowly closed her eyes to adjust the state of her mind and body.