Chapter 53 Brotherhood
With the equipment purchased with the saved hell coins, two skeletons, one tall and one short, left the "Newbie Village" and headed towards the human towns in the south.
In order to hide from others, they also deliberately plundered two sheets from the dilapidated hotel at the foot of the mountain and wore them as cloaks, which temporarily weakened the frightening distance of the "frightening halo".
Of course, whether it is effective or not depends on the beholder and the wise.
There is also a saying in the surface world that the undead with clothes are more terrifying than those without clothes.
Not long after the two skeletons left the hotel, a horse-drawn carriage hurried to the vicinity of the hotel, just passing by them.
In a caravan.
The man sitting on the wooden board at the end vaguely saw something, turned back to face the car, and muttered nervously.
"Boss... I seemed to have seen something just now, like... an undead?"
And it seemed to be an undead wearing a cloak and disguised as a human!
When everyone heard this, they suddenly felt a chill on their backs, and their bodies tightened even more.
"Undead?!"
"Here?! Are you sure?"
"I...not sure." A timid expression appeared on the face of the fierce-looking man, "Maybe it's an illusion."
As the saying goes, people who have ghosts in their hearts are especially afraid of ghosts.
For a guy like him who doesn't usually pray well, doesn't hold onto Saint Sith's lap at the moment, and sells his soul to the devil every now and then, what he fears most is those half-dead things.
There was a lot of discussion in the caravan.
Only the leader of the crowd, Jack, the boss of the Viper Gang, remained silent with a gloomy face.
He knew better than anyone here that what he had just seen was not an illusion at all, his little brother had indeed seen something.
After all, he has indeed been doing business with the Necromancer recently, and they are even on the Necromancer's territory at the moment.
Jack thought that one day he would break into a gang, but he never thought that this day would come so quickly.
Instead of letting these guys talk nonsense after they go back, it is better for us to take the first step and block their mouths completely.
Thinking like this, he finally made up his mind. After the caravan stopped, he called the driver from the front, closed the curtain of the caravan, and then took out a video crystal.
』 tle... in our line of work, we will always interact with all kinds of people.
Jack paused for a moment and turned his attention to the wounded man lying on the stretcher in the middle of the caravan.
That guy's name is Lumil, and he is his right-hand man. The young man started working with him when he was sixteen, and now he is in his mid-twenties, but he is dying like a decrepit old man.
And all this is because yesterday, when they were handing over the goods at Blackwater Port, they were attacked by shark robbers!
In order to save himself, this brave young man suffered a harpoon in the chest from the shark raiders.
That guy is probably the leader of the sharks, or a tribal warrior.
Although the fork did not damage any vital organs, the wound could not be healed.
Not only that, as time goes by, his whole body also ages at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Because they were injured during smuggling activities, they were unable to go to the church of Saint Sith to receive treatment from the priest. This is not a question of money, but that I cannot pass the oath-taking test.
Although there are black clinics serving people like them in the underground streets of Thunder City, those who are alchemists and herbalists are helpless against this kind of curse-related damage.
It was not just Lumil who was weak, but also his heart that was not pious in the first place.
He was not short of money or strength, but he had never felt so weak... that he could not even save a loyal young man.
At this moment, the words of an old alchemist unexpectedly awakened him——
『This kind of injury can only be cured by the servants of Saint Sith and those who feed on evil. 』
A guy who feeds on evil...
He happened to know such an adult.
"Lumir is a good boy. He was seriously injured to protect me, but we couldn't send him to the church of St. Sith."
"Perhaps in the eyes of the servants of St. Sith, people like Lumil bring it to their own fault. People like us bring it to ourselves. If we pay taxes to the lords honestly, honestly "But I still want to say that not everyone is born in the sunshine and can live well enough just by repeating what Saint Sis said, and even the air he breathes out when he wakes up in the morning is righteous."
“Some people are born in a dark corner, and they have to work hard to get a chance to live... Just like a young man like Lumil, just like you, including me. Since you are born in an underground street, you can only live in an underground street. I don’t think this is a shame. Even if it is a shame, it is not our shame, but a shame for everyone.”< br/>
"Since the Holy Light cannot illuminate every inch of Thunder City, he should at least allow those rats who were born in the gutter to live in their own way, or else not let us come into this world."
The caravan was unprecedentedly quiet, with only the deliberately suppressed rhythm of breathing.
Pairs of eyes were focused on Jack, some were stunned, some were thoughtful, and some were confused.
Finally someone broke the silence and said with a trembling voice.
"...Boss, what do you want to say?"
Someone started the conversation, and someone else quickly picked up.
"We will always support you...you don't have to beat around the bush like this."
Looking at his men who were all so honest, Jack felt ashamed of his dirty thoughts for a moment.
He actually wanted to hold their hand.
But——
Ashamed, he still had to do what he should do.
There is no other reason.
He cannot bear the risk of being betrayed, and neither can the people sitting here.
Even if it is for everyone to feel at ease and do things for him, he must stand in the position of the speaker and complete this indispensable ritual. And as a sign of his sincerity, he would pray with them.
This way, you can ensure that you will not use this video solely for the purpose of threat or blackmail.
It will serve as their common brand!
… "...What I want to say is that, in addition to the lofty Saint Sith, there may be people like us who are more worthy of loyalty."
A burly man swallowed and said with a trembling voice.
“For example?”
Jack said calmly.
"For example...the demon king who rules the underground world of Thunder City."
The devil is too far away.
Perhaps the Demon King is more suitable for them...at least that's the person he communicated with through the wall. These rebellious words shocked everyone. Even Lumil, who was lying on the ground, held his breath and looked at the man who was like a father to him in disbelief.
Jack did not pause, but continued in a calm tone.
"I will take you to witness the miracle."
"But before that, I need you to make an oath...even if this oath is temporarily against your will."
"From now on, we are no longer superiors and subordinates and masters and servants, we will believe in a common master. We are not just partners in a gang, but compatriots who believe in the same sect, and brothers who are brothers."
"I will treat each of you like family."
Brotherhood.
He has already thought of a name for this new organization.
…
The Demon King's magic workshop.
Luo Yan was flipping through the notes he had taken during the previous class at Demon King Academy, when he suddenly sneezed involuntarily.
He has been sneezing lately, and he doesn’t know who is cricketing him behind his back.
Arakinos?
That guy probably doesn't have that kind of intelligence. The burrow spider is usually satisfied with just giving her a hole, so she should be satisfied with it herself.
Little devil?
Perhaps...
He spent three years at Demon King Academy, and he didn't fully understand what their brain circuits were like. He only heard Professor Lilith say that those little guys were keen on playing pranks.
Whether it is intentional or unintentional.
If conditions permit, Luo Yan would like to get two little devils to study, but right now he has more important things to do, which is to prepare for the next war.
In the previous communication with Youyou, he learned an important clue.
Supernatural power is essentially the same thing.
In this case, why can't he use the power of "qi" of the Dragon God Sect and the dragon language magic?
When dealing with magic-resistant melee units like the Earth Dragon, the effect of spell killing is relatively limited.
If conditions permit, he would like to try the "enemy's" fighting style.
However, just when Luo Yan put his thoughts into action and tried to inject extraordinary power into the meridians of his body in the form of "qi", a tearing pain instantly spread throughout his body, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
"Healing Technique..."
Hunting his attempt quickly, Luo Yan threw a backhand healing spell at himself, finally suppressing the burning and tearing feeling.
It hurts!
It hurt so much!
Luo Yan glanced at the attribute panel and saw that his HP was deducted by 800 points!
Thanks to his physical attribute of 14.
If it were an ordinary mage, he would probably be "on the verge of death" on the spot.
Watching Luo Yan's random attempts, Youyou anxiously rushed around him.
"Lord Demon King... You can't inject the power of elements into your body, and it is very dangerous to mix such messy elements!"
"It's okay, I can control the rhythm well," Luo Yan took a deep breath, sat on the bed and entered a meditative state. After calming down, he thought about it, "Power of elements? So that's it..."
Yuyou is his godhead.
As an existence independent of the "mortal world", it can see some things that it cannot see, such as the "code" behind the "textures"... just like the debug mode of the game.
From its perspective, the extraordinary power that he injected into his body is not "qi", but still the power of elements! And all the messy elements were stuffed in!
Obviously, although I have imagined the existence of "qi", my understanding of "qi" still cannot escape the subjective intuition of the mage.
So much so that when he constructed the entire "spell", he still used the codes about the power of elements written by the gods of the elements, and even incorporated the dark energy of Hades.
Just like a person who lives at the equator all year round, his understanding of rain is different from that of a person who lives in a cold zone.
Even if you imagine a heavy rainstorm, what will eventually appear in your mind will be a different shape.
And if the wrong code is applied to the wrong place, it will lead to corresponding backlash!
For this situation, the academic explanation of hell is "punishment of the ungodly".
It means that the essence of a spell is a kind of prayer, and the prayer will be punished by the gods if he is half-hearted when reciting the spell!
But now, Luo Yan has made a new discovery!
"It has nothing to do with piety itself... The risk that may arise from using magic across systems does not come from the wrath of the gods, but from the inability of the caster to overcome subconscious obstacles, so that mismatched magic elements are mistakenly used when using specific spells!"
For example, using "let the fire cool down" or "let the earth boil" in magic statements!
For example, (x=a, y=b) is entered in the function "x+y=?"!
"In other words, as long as you can overcome subconscious obstacles and practice...even mages who have no faith in the Dragon God can use dragon language magic!"
Originally, the adventurers had no faith in the Dragon God.
His players, not to mention, after possessing extraordinary power, they learned to "kill" just by watching a video!
Luo Yan was so excited that he quickly opened his notebook and found the dragon language spell with phonetic notation that he had copied in the Demon King Academy library, and then faced the candle not far away.
"Yuyou, help me pay attention to the magic power fluctuations on my body... If it is the power of elements, remind me to stop casting spells until you observe energy that you have not observed before."
loglves in the matter >> Youyou responded seriously , and then moved closer to Luo Yan , carefully observing the energy flowing through his body .
Under the gaze of the gods, different types of energy are as clear as the spectral images on a thermal imager.
Recalling the previous battle with the Lizardman Priest, Luo Yan tried over and over again, and based on Yuyou's real-time report, he separated the mixed energy like a cocoon, and tried his best to imagine himself as a giant dragon.
After the Nth failure, he finally gradually found a sense.
The energy flowing through him gradually became different from before.
That energy is different from any other element in the world, it is like a unique and special existence in this world!
Not only Luo Yan noticed the change in his aura, but also Youyou, who was floating aside, also screamed in surprise.
"Lord Demon King! This time! This time is different from last time!"
Without missing this hard-won opportunity, Luo Yan read out the long-prepared spell in a majestic tone - or growled.
"Extinguish!" (Dragon language)
Angry emotions spurt out.
That ancient and majestic voice seemed to carry a special power, making the candle that was burning normally a second ago go out without any wind!
The power of speaking the Dharma is exactly the majesty of the Dragon God in this world!
At this moment -
This unquestionable majesty is being challenged and mastered by a human who has never believed in the Dragon God... Even this level of mastery is still far from being able to be used freely.
It’s not easy!
It’s really not easy!
Looking at the extinguished candle, Luo Yan stood up from the bed excitedly and clenched his fists tightly.
He has tried dragon language magic countless times but failed -
It finally worked! ! !
(End of this chapter)