Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 90 The Beginning of Creation

Lyle has to deal with the fact that his new abilities may be mediocre.

Mr. Scholar's magic circle has been drawn, and the silver-blue luster marks the normal operation of this magic circle.

"The creation of the magic circle seems to me to be a matter of the last century. It's not unfamiliar. I'm really lucky." He said this with a cold face, making people feel that the lucky thing he said was just an exaggerated adjective.

"That's not an exaggeration. Epidemic doctor, basically, I will keep a backup of the magic circles I make. In my library, after I can't learn from it, I completely describe it with my mind. This is also a rare first for me. Second-rate."

"Then why didn't Mr. Scholar directly take a look at it."

"Because my room has been occupied." Mr. Scholar smiled wryly and walked to a shadowy corner where there was a wardrobe with silver handles and carvings.

"Occupied by the Witch Guild?" It's not hard to guess Mr. Scholar's troubles.

"As you can imagine, through that day's trip to Naifal, I got a leisurely vacation." But his relaxed tone paused again, "I'm afraid Miss Wenli is going to be mad, it's hard to imagine her in Andre District rode a broom and smashed the glass windows to check the interior. My friend told me that her expression was like swallowing two salamanders. For my tranquility, it is best to hide for a while. ."

Mr. Scholar opened the cabinet, and behind it, instead of a dazzling array of elegant dresses, chains were placed at the bottom of the cabinet. As Mr. Scholar swayed, there was a sound like running water, and Mr. Scholar's palms appeared blue. Magic, those chains, like snakes seeing food, raised their heads, entangled in Mr. Scholar's palms.

"Take your time, old man." Mr. Scholar took one out of it, grabbed its "head" and brought it close to his left arm, just like a parasitic mistletoe found a big tree it was clinging to, and the chain wrapped around his arm. superior.

That's a magical piece of equipment.

"Magic locks, a kind of equipment that suppresses magic power, because of my excessive magic power, they happen to be my good helpers to do some delicate work, yes, such as how to deal with your sword dance mandala. "

The arms, the legs, and the chains that flowed on both sides of the torso like extra ribs to protect the chest cavity. The four chains of the torso were entangled in Mr. Scholar's chest, revealing the silver pendant like a precious jade, eight locks.

Mr. Scholar floated in the air, and the light blue magic power was like a cloud tied by a chain, surrounding him, and a magic power that turned Lyle's body overturned, like the air with peculiar smells appearing around him.

With the swing of the chain, the suffocation that seemed to be drowning was relieved a lot.

"Sorry, at the beginning of this device's startup, it will inevitably be exposed a little bit."

Mr. Scholar controlled his height to keep his height in a horizontal position, but Lyle felt that he was looking at a person standing in the clouds. That feeling was not like Arianna's temptation, nor like Mr. Dragon's gloomy, even less like Mr. Raymond's oppression is like a cloud floating high at the top, you have to lift your head to the top to see a little of him.

Lyle gradually understood the meaning of Medusa, and also had a hazy concept of the god of magic.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, please show me the sword dance mandala."

Lyle pulled out the black flower from the leather bag, the color of which was as fresh as it had been a few days ago, as if it was still growing on the stem.

Mr. Scholar threw the mandala flower into the center of the circle, suspended in the air as if losing gravity, and gradually disintegrated in front of Lyle, turning into a black dust.

"Your talent, that ball."

Shui Shui turned into tentacles and climbed onto Mr. Scholar's arm.

"Oh, it has changed a lot, has it been locked? Mr. Epidemic Doctor."

"Yes, after Leviathan's hunting ceremony, as Mr. Scholar said, the promotion of ability will help our fusion."

"What is your new ability, the epidemic doctor, the awakened new ability will represent what kind of road you will take in the future."

"Plague messenger, sir." Lyle explained it again in detail, this time, far from the joy of the last time.

"Did you know? Mr. Epidemic Doctor, the essence of plague is virus, and virus is also the simplest. Life, this is a path that is quite suitable for doctors."

"You choose to give your talent a new soul." Mr. Scholar placed Shui Shui above the dust. Under his magic, Shui Shui's body continued to spread, turning into a hazy mist, and Black dust mix.Like an eye of a storm that was created out of thin air, spinning in the air.Scholars are still fine-tuning, but the exchange of words has not stopped.

"Shui Shui has helped me a lot. Thinking of its spontaneous actions, it is difficult for me to see it as a tool that serves me."

"Too much tenderness is not a good way of life, there are many things that are not worth doing," the scholar's voice was cold, but the conversation changed, "but there is no absolute in the mystery, everyone's right is made his own choice."

"Stretch out your hand, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, there may be surprises."

Lyle looked at the already pitch-black eye, and although he was a little nervous, he still stretched out his hand.

Just as the fingers were about to touch the core, the leather glove felt a distinct touch.

It was a transparent baby-like little hand, and that small palm stretched out from behind the black eye and grabbed the tip of Lyle's index finger.

An indescribable joy suddenly came to my heart.

"It responded to you."

Lyle slowly rotated his index finger, and the transparent little hand also moved slowly with the rotation between the fingers.

The joy lasted for less than a quarter of an hour, and the little hand retracted into Feng's eyes.

"Mr. Scholar, what is that?"

"The will of your talent is newly born. The sword dance mandala has the effect of stimulating the potential of the human body. I exerted all that power on the soul and catalyzed the spirituality you entrusted in the talent. Maybe it will not be long before it will be Birth a whole soul, yes, just like your child."

"But it's just the first step, it's enlightenment. This kind of catalytic behavior will continue for a long time, and there is still a long time before the implementation of the endowment law."

After all, the light of the magic circle was dim, and the water returned to its original spherical shape, except that it looked a little darker, and black dust floated around it.

Shui Shui returned to Lyle's shoulder, but there was still a large cloud of dust suspended on the magic circle.

"The amount it can absorb today is only so much, and the rest is the size of an apple. The foundation needs to be consolidated little by little. When everything is absorbed, I will start your gifting ceremony, and your talent will be renewed."

"Thank you, Mr. Scholar."

"Don't thank me, this also supports my guess. Do you know why your talent knows how to cast spells?"

"Because it's part of me?"

"Because it's your wand, you've attached it to your soul, making it feel like your body, and that's where its spirituality comes from."

(End of this chapter)