Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 401 I am a necromancer

What made Dylan's speech so popular was the coherence of the topic.

After the Temple obtained Barry's manuscript, it devoted itself to deciphering the transfiguration technique, which involves the reshaping of flesh and blood and the taming of elves.

Therefore, transformation is not a robbery of the soul, but an advanced symbiosis.

It cannot be said that local scholars have not thought of it, but their research is not in-depth enough.

After all, outside of McCalla, academic crossover is taboo.

Anyone with faith will tacitly agree that "the deep possession and use of power is the expression of faith."

Depth = Level 5 and above.

To go further is betrayal and blasphemy.

Therefore, their research on the combination of these three stopped at the fourth-level spell.

Dylan is used to this, and there are many nobles in Godreau who think he is a charlatan.

Suddenly, Wei Dianyuan saw a familiar face... no, it should be said to be a familiar object.

Wei Dianyuan: "Dahuang, look at that person, fourth from the right in the seventh row."

Of course, the above are subjective reasons.

Dylan's speech did not touch on this aspect at all.

After finishing their melons and feeling bored, the two of them turned their attention to the audience.

Either jealous or despised.

There was no thunder in Dylan's eyes.

Who knows if the research results will be leaked immediately?

This level obviously cannot be said to be interdisciplinary.

This time it was not empty. The four thousand seats were packed. As he stepped into it, there was thunderous applause below.

——Many times the two are one.

"The title of my speech is "Principles of Transfiguration"..."

This is the limit of safe distance.

Wei Dianyuan waved his hand to indicate that it was not hard work.

So he was very open-minded.

While standing guard, he was listening to Dahuang talk about his love affair in college and eating melon vigorously. There was nothing more comfortable than this.

This distance can ensure that Dahuang transforms into taking off with a single step, then smashes the glass and carries the two of them away.

Objectively speaking, the extraordinary energy other than McCalla is integrated with will, and will is naturally shared and will spread.

For this kind of person, he has no way or reason to persuade the other party, because the other party cannot understand his words - it is a lack of knowledge and logical ability, not subjective will.

Probably that's why they lost to Velitas.

The servant from Hegeland City expressed high appreciation for his concentration and sincerity.

Therefore, he completely ignored these linguistic "minefields".

He believes that energy is energy, and there is no such thing as faith or betrayal.

This time the two bodyguards were invited inside from outside the door and stood at the bottom of the steps, ten steps away from Dylan.

Of course, the most important thing is that other brothers may not have had that experience if they want to talk about it.

There were also some unfriendly looks from some nobles.

What if what you are researching happens to be a crucial link in the opponent's technology tree?

Therefore, researchers are worried that they will make wedding clothes for others.

Because there is no concept of "power camp" in his eyes.

"You have worked hard."

After dinner, Dylan rested for an hour and then entered the auditorium.

His poker face softened slightly.

So just like the first review, this rehearsal was also repeated.

The so-called prerequisites for avoiding lightning, touching lightning, and stepping on lightning are the common definitions of "thunder".

...

Stepping out of the auditorium, Dylan looked at the two tightly wrapped skeletons standing guard at the door.

But even the applause in Beidi revealed a sense of procedure.

Therefore, they hate each other like mortal enemies, and would rather not take a step forward than sit back and watch each other grow.

The speech started as always -

It is normal for others to have different opinions. Dylan completely said what was on his mind, which is a rare quality.

Da Huang glanced at it.

"Yeah? His shoulder pads look familiar. Which suit is that from?"

Wei Dianyuan: ""Moths to the Flame", the shoulder of the Gravekeeper suit, with an independent blessing entry, a graduation component before level 35. "

Dahuang: "So how did you get into the book?"

Wei Dianyuan: "I don't know."

Dahuang: “Do you know other people’s equipment but not the people?”

Wei Dianyuan: "Yeah, do you know him?"

Dahuang stared at the young man repeatedly, and suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

"I remembered, does he have the ability to instantly cast the Flame Bone Prison? Is it a mixed spell of shadow and undead, the one that requires the use of holy light to explode?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Yeah, but that thing is nothing short of instant. It gives you half a second to react. The forward motion of the spell is so obvious that I can even dodge it."

Dahuang couldn't help but remain silent.

Wei Dianyuan: "No, you shouldn't..."

Dahuang: "Speaking of which, I think this boss's skills can still be optimized. His protective fire ring can obviously connect to a bone prison, but he doesn't know how to combo spells."

Wei Dianyuan: "You can be a human being. The boss's "Tongue Biting Aura" and "Spell Deflection" are disgusting enough. How can you optimize them for him? So you remember so much, do you remember why he entered the book? "

Dahuang: "Huh, who remembers this..."

Wei Dianyuan: "No, let him..."

His words were interrupted by external events.

The young man who was stared at by the two people suddenly raised his hand to ask a question, and then stood up.

"Mr. Dylan Gitile, regarding the 'blueprint in the soul that can be realized using flesh and blood spells' that you mentioned, I would like to ask what spell it is?"

As soon as the question came out, the security personnel in the back and front rows of the venue sharpened their eyes and shot at him like a sharp sword.

At the same time, the temple soul hunters who pretended to be spectators but were actually hiding in secret to maintain order also put their hands on their waists.

There is a soft sword there that can be drawn out at any time.

Dylan was startled for a moment, then asked: "What's your name?"

"Petuch Pamp."

Petuch said aggressively:
"Don't you want to answer my question?"

"Reshaping flesh and blood." Dylan also replied.

There were mutterings from the crowd, seemingly shocked by Dylan's outspokenness.

Flesh Reshaping is a standard necromancy spell.

But here, it can only be called "Shadow Exchange."

Because only then is it a shadow spell.

Upon hearing this answer, Petuch's eyes suddenly lit up. He continued to ask: "Then, how did you come into contact with the reshaping of flesh and blood?"

Dylan: "Do you still need to ask? This is a basic spell for studying blood and flesh."

Petuch: "So your true occupation is -"

Before he could finish his words, banishment spells from three directions rushed over.

The warlock maintaining security couldn't bear it anymore. This man was obviously here to cause trouble!

But for some reason, the three people's spells were all wrong, and they flew past this guy's shoulders, turning the three people around him transparent.

Wei Dianyuan: "Look, this is the blessing on that shoulder, "Spell Deflection"! "

Dahuang: "I'm still looking at you. Should we run away?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Why are you running? Dylan hasn't admitted it yet."

...

"What is your occupation?"

Instead of running away, Petuch shouted to Dylan:
"Tell me, I want to know the truth! You won't lie, right! You don't even bother to-"

His words were interrupted by a soul hunter who rushed towards him.

He didn't seem to have mastered the "Instant Flame Bone Prison" mentioned by Dahuang, and he fainted instantly in the hands of this fifth-level soul hunter.

In the auditorium, commotion gradually broke out.

"Quiet!"

An old man stood up, calmed down the commotion with a majestic voice, and then motioned for the lecture to continue.

Dylan looked at Petuch's back being carried away and suddenly put down the rune pen in his hand.

He lowered his head.

No one noticed that the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

This is Hegeland City, his theoretical hometown.

Those in the audience were Nice people, his theoretical compatriots.

There is also the Temple and Kitil, his theoretical destination.

He glanced at the two skeletons next to him and looked at the soul fire swaying slightly under their hoods.

Did no one really notice that these were two skeletons?

No.

It’s just that no one admits it.

Do you blame them for their cowardice and cowardice?

Is this a program that was born out of an accident?
Is it to blame for this ridiculous, self-deceptive atmosphere?
Neither should.

The people of McCalla never put the blame on one place.

Because problems are always complex.

But the solution to the problem is always simple.

That’s just letting it go.

Dylan raised his head and spoke slowly: "This is my second speech, but actually it is my fourth.

“For the first time in four lectures, someone asked me a question and I felt like I had to answer it.

“Remember what Petuch asked me?

"He asked me, 'What is your profession?' I think you are also curious about this question.

"Of course I am a necromancer."

boom--

It was as if a silent thunder exploded in the auditorium.

The people in the audience, whether they were scholars, gentlemen, ladies, or magicians, all looked frightened and looked around, as if to find comfort in the eyes of others and to confirm whether they were hallucinating.

There was silence, but the noise was deafening.

The warlock who had just maintained order stood up with a gloomy expression.

"There may be some misunderstanding."

He shouted, "The Meikarans have a different definition of 'necromancer' than we do, so we can't generalize, right, Mr. Dylan?"

Dylan asked, "So what is your definition?"

The warlock opened his mouth, as if he was squeezing words out from between his teeth:
"I have conducted magic experiments on non-death-row prisoners, obtained corpses of unnatural deaths, used summoning spells to drive the dead to fight for themselves in non-self-defense, and used blood, flesh, bone and spiritual restraint spells on living people...

“Anyone who engages in any of the above behaviors is a necromancer, a heretic, and the target of the temple’s judgment.

"Yes, death, sin."

He spoke word by word, as if sounding a warning bell.

"Is this so..."

A haughty smile appeared on Dylan's poker face.

"Unfortunately, I have done all these things."

The warlock took a step forward: "You'd better know what you're talking about!"

Wei Dianyuan quickly stepped forward and blocked Dylan.

He was still thinking about taking off his clothes and telling these naive old guys that he was an undead.

Dahuang: "No, what on earth was he thinking..."

Wei Dianyuan: "Don't worry about what he thinks, he is so handsome!"

Dahuang: "That's really handsome."

...

Looking at the soul hunters and warlocks who were approaching step by step, Dylan put his hand on Wei Dian Yuan's shoulder.

"Leave me alone, if anything happens you run away first."

he whispered.

...

Wei Dianyuan: "Damn it, he asked us to run away first... What should we do?"

Dahuang did not hesitate: "Begone and sell out!"

The moment he made up his mind, he took steps towards the two of them.

Even though he doesn't know any skills, he still has a level 6 tree herder panel. It's not an exaggeration to say he is a level 5 warrior.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the stage, grabbed Wei Dianyuan and rushed towards the glass window on the side.

Others were first startled by the actions of the two "bodyguards". The light of the banishment spell gathered on the staff, and some soul hunters jumped towards Dylan.

But the next second—

With a "crash", the two guards rushed out, leaving Dylan standing alone calmly.

Everyone looked at each other.

Dylan said loudly to the confused audience:

"If this is considered blasphemy, then everyone present is my accomplice.

"You'd better delete that knowledge from your mind before you have it down.

"If you can do it."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was led out of the auditorium.

(End of this chapter)