I'm really a necromancer

Chapter 32 Higher-Level Strength (Read More!)

As it gradually approached, the bald man who saw the badge on Yihua's chest was walking more and more slowly.

At this time, the people on the wine tables around saw the badge on Yihua's chest, showed horror, and subconsciously said:

"It's Master Wizard!"

At this time, the bald man's pace had already stopped, and his thick legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

He also recognized the badge on Yi Hua's body-it was the badge of a wizard.

He was so bold just now that he insulted a wizard in public!
Knowing that he had caused a catastrophe, the bald man felt cold, and knelt down in front of Yihua with a plop, begging several people in a voice trembling with fear:

"Please, please forgive me!"

Although the bald man begged Yi Hua on the surface, Yi Hua saw a subtle malice in the eyes of the bald man.

Although the bald man thought he was hiding it well, to the mentally sharp wizard, it was as obvious as a light in the dark night.

Do mere mortals dare to have evil thoughts towards wizards?
Yihua had already sentenced the bald man to death in his heart, but he said calmly on the surface:
"As long as you accompany me to do a small experiment, I will forget the previous offence, how? Are you willing?"

"I, I will!"

With his head down, the bald man who didn't dare to look at Yihua saw that he still had a chance of surviving, and a look of secret joy flashed in his eyes.

Yi Hua didn't care whether the bald man agreed or not. In the following time, he used light therapy and breath of death one after another.

The release of witchcraft also confirmed Yihua's identity as a wizard.

Seeing such a miraculous scene, the people around quickly covered their mouths, for fear of disturbing the lord wizard in front of them.

With a slight thought in Yihua's mind, the phototherapy technique in his hand floated towards the left half of the bald man's body.

The power of death summoned by the breath of death flowed to the right half of the bald man's body following Yi Hua's guidance.

Yi Hua intends to take this opportunity to test the ability of the life energy of light therapy to resist the power of death.

"Take off your shirt."

Yi Hua gave an order to the bald man. Although the man didn't know why, but in order to survive, he tore off his shirt in a hurry.

After losing the cover of his jacket, the physical state of the bald man affected by witchcraft is intuitively displayed in front of Yi Hua.

The old scars on the left half of the bald man's body affected by the phototherapy healed rapidly, the aging cells began to fall off and regenerate, and the skin became tender and fair like a baby.

However, the right half of the body affected by the power of death began to age rapidly, as if it had experienced decades of wind and frost in an instant.

The skin begins to dehydrate and dry, and age spots appear, just like the dying old man or the bark of an old tree, full of wrinkles and chapped marks.

With the center of the body as the dividing line between the two states, they began to confront and compete with each other. The body of the bald man at the center began to decay rapidly, and continued to regenerate.

In the tug-of-war between the two forces, life energy is obviously at a disadvantage, and only dozens of strands of life energy can offset a wisp of death force.

After a while, the life energy of the second-class light therapy technique was exhausted by the power of death summoned by the first-class breath of death, and now the power of death completely occupied the body of the bald man.

The bald man's body instantly became old, and the originally strong body was now as thin as a mummy.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yi Hua said thoughtfully:

"It seems that the power of death is not an energy equivalent to life energy, but a higher level of existence."

This point was not recorded in the knowledge Yihua had learned, so Yihua secretly kept this point in his heart.

"what!"

The horrifying scene in front of her made the middle-aged woman subconsciously let out a scream.

Hearing the scream of the middle-aged woman, the bald man with his head bowed subconsciously glanced from the corner of his eye.

I saw that the eyes of the people around me were full of fear, and the little blonde girl I coveted was also covered by the middle-aged woman.

"What's wrong with them? Why are they all looking at me?"

The somewhat surprised bald man subconsciously opened his cloudy eyes and looked at his palm.

I saw that his palms were thin and decayed, covered with age spots, like the hands of a late old man, just raising them exhausted all his strength.

"What's wrong with me!"

The bald man was startled suddenly, just as he was about to think carefully about what happened, his eyes were suddenly parallel to the ground, and his consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness.

Seeing the skinny corpse lying on the ground, which looked like a skeleton, Yi Hua shrank his pupils and murmured:
"The erosive effect of the power of death on the human body is indeed terrifying."

In just tens of seconds, the erosion of the power of death consumed the life energy of the second-class phototherapy.

Let a strong mortal unknowingly lose his vitality and turn into a mummy.

Even with Yihua's current majestic vitality at the level of a great knight, if his body is exposed to the world of death, he might not be able to persist for more than 10 minutes.

This also made Yihua deeply feel the excellent effect of magic power against the power of death for a long time after entering the world of death, and the harm of witchcraft to mortals.

Even the lowest auxiliary witchcraft has terrifying lethality for mortals.

As for Yihua's purpose, the experiment is secondary, the main purpose is to punish the other party.

As early as in her previous life, Yihua couldn't bear the sight of some leaders or rich people who thought they were superior to others, bossed them around, and wantonly oppressed and humiliated the weak.

At that time, he was forced by life, in order to keep his job and support his family, but he had no choice but to suppress himself and endure all this silently.

Now that he has strength, Yihua doesn't have to tolerate these unaccustomed evil deeds, and can take action to punish him.

Perhaps it was Yihua's subconscious that awakened him to the unique ability to strengthen himself with merit.

"Huh? The added merit is more than expected?"

Feeling the increased merit, Yi Hua raised his eyebrows.

Naturally, he saved people not only out of kindness, but also to gain merit.

Unexpectedly, the added merit was much higher than expected.

Feeling that the acquired merit seems to have two different sources, Yi Hua calmed down and realized it carefully.

He sank his consciousness into a smaller strand, and Yihua faintly saw the middle-aged woman and little girl rescued by Yihua.

If he hadn't rescued the two of them in time, they would probably be doomed in the face of a sudden disaster.

The other one was slightly larger, and Yihua saw from it that he released the breath of death, and the bald man eroded by the power of death plopped to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Yi Hua subconsciously understood a piece of information.

The lower the level of karma, the more sinful the existence, the less merit to help the other party.

Conversely, killing or punishing gives more merit.

"That is to say, whether I help good people or eradicate evil people, I can gain merit."

Unexpectedly, for people with negative karma, the merits given by getting rid of them are more than those given by helping the other party.

Yi Hua thought for a moment when he realized this.

(End of this chapter)