Arcane Journey

Chapter 31 Physical Transcendence
Brian pushed open the sarcophagus, and sure enough, he found a sliding secret door hidden in the wall behind.

Raising his vigilance, he cautiously pushed the secret door open, and then, under the blessing of the light technique, carefully bent down and got in.

The narrow corridor didn't last long before it suddenly opened up.

After entering the room, he quickly let the magical light occupy every corner of the room.

The walls of the secret room are all decorated with colorful paints and precious stones.

Against the backdrop of the white light, colorful brilliance shone one after another, making him feel like he was on a singing stage.

However, the coldness flowing in the air reminded him all the time that this was an old mausoleum, so he had to be more careful.

After Brian got used to the shining light, he immediately fixed his gaze on the sarcophagus in the center of the secret room, because a gold-plated sarcophagus was placed there.

There is no doubt that this is definitely the sarcophagus of Lady Bliss of the North Star.

He walked forward slowly, using detection magic to check it carefully, and then stretched out his hand, little by little, with the slightest movement possible, and slowly pushed the coffin lid open.

When Brian pushed the coffin lid halfway, out of his usual ability to predict danger, he retracted his hand like lightning, and retreated as fast as possible.

as predicted.

The moment he left, an angry scream came from the opened sarcophagus:

"Sad creature! I curse you for disturbing the grave of Lady Bryces of the North Star!"

In an instant!

A cold shiver crept up Brian's body, and a shape gradually emerged from the sarcophagus.

Brian looked startled, and cold sweat rolled down his slightly pale cheeks.

It was just a voice that made him tremble, and he was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.

If it wasn't for his strong willpower and the innate resistance of psions to the mind, the consequences would have been like being hit by a fear spell, and he would have fled like a headless chicken in the room.

It can be seen from this that some kind of evil curse has definitely been cast on the coffin lid.

And the reason why this curse didn't take full effect is definitely because the Miser energy core lost its original effect, so that there was no magical energy to support it.

Even so, the remaining breath of the curse almost affected his mind.

He secretly said that he was lucky, quickly stabilized his mind, and looked up in the direction of the sarcophagus.

A shadow emerged from the darkness of the sarcophagus, appearing in a dimly glowing form.

Through the faint light, the features of her life can be vaguely seen, her face is surrounded by unkempt hair, and her slender body is surrounded by flying rags.

The ends of her raised hands are connected to long and curved claws, surrounded by a cold negative energy atmosphere, as if eager to absorb heat and life from the living body.

Although her translucent body was slender and graceful, she had a terrifying face beyond imagination, with a bright red tongue and blackened weird teeth in her distorted lips.

Most terrifying of all were her eyes, gleaming with demonic light, filled with hatred and destruction, and staring at him motionlessly.

"Sad creature, you have disturbed the great arcanist's slumber!"

The angry voice rumbled through the entire secret room and echoed for a long time, making Brian feel as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

And he clearly noticed that the air around him was full of suffocating negative energy.

Then, he realized another horrible thing.

This ghostly voice seemed to come from various places around him, revolving around him, each one was so terrifying and erratic, as if it would stretch out twisted claws at any time and tear him to pieces.

"who are you?"

Brian gathered his strength for a while, stepped back calmly, and asked pretending not to know.

at the same time.

He took the opportunity to release his psionic servant, let it replace him, and immediately entered a state of concentration that displayed psionic powers.

Although this little guy looks very unreliable, he has already warned it in advance.

If he dared to spoil his good deed at a critical moment, he didn't mind smashing it directly.

"I am Bryces, Grand Arcanist of the Netheril Empire." The evil spirit unexpectedly heard a stormy voice.

Bright lights flickered in the psicrystal's pupils as it floated and twirled gently beside Brian.

"Grand Arcanist?"

Brian forced himself to remain calm, and said with a snort, "Then you are definitely the ugliest grand arcanist I have ever seen."

This great arcanist of the psychic school with a level up to level 35, the evil spirit transformed from resentment, gave him a feeling that he was too calm.

This made him realize that the other party may have developed an independent personality and wisdom.

Therefore, he had to find a way to irritate her and let the good thoughts in her mind that had not been completely eliminated interfere with her heart.

Only in this way can he have a chance to destroy the opponent.

Because through the fierce aura emanating from the evil spirit, he can clearly feel that the opponent's strength is very strong, and he is by no means able to deal with it now.

However, to his disappointment, hearing his ridicule, her face was as calm as water, and her scarlet eyes were completely untouched.

This made him more confirmed the guess in his heart.

Bryan slowly drew out the long sword, and the sharp blade glowed with the characteristic luster of silvery silver.

"It seems that I guessed well."

He continued calmly: "An ugly great arcanist like you must have encountered many deceptions and betrayals during his lifetime, and in the end he could only hide in this humble corner and die in depression. He would not even feel peaceful after death."

After finishing speaking, Brian stepped back quickly, gripping the hilt of his sword even tighter.

"Then I spent my old age alone in desolation and helplessness, watching my smooth and delicate skin wrinkle little by little, and my slender figure gradually become out of shape and fat. Lovers and admirers, leaving you bit by bit, it’s sad.”

The psicrystal flew to about ten steps away from the evil spirit on its own initiative, and sighed sadly, with sympathy and reproach in his tone.

"Gods be merciful, for a great arcanist, it's not your fault that you're ugly, but it's your fault that you hide in the coffin and come out to scare people. If you want me to tell you, you'd better lie back and lie down obediently." Bar."

The Evil Spirit of the Grand Arcanist shook his head slowly, his lingering mess of hair trembled in the air, and a depressing hiss almost penetrated Brian's marrow.

It could only have come from those horrible lips on the other side, though her tightly pursed lips seemed motionless.

"You didn't deny it?"

Brian bit the bullet and added: "This shows that what we said is not wrong at all, yes"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the corners of the mouth of the great arcanist's evil spirit were raised higher and higher, and finally, he opened his mouth suddenly.
A beautiful and terrifying howl erupted from her illusory throat.

The sound wave was like a heavy hammer, hitting Brian fiercely, breaking through his protective barrier, choking his throat, impacting his ribs, and piercing his ears and brain like a sharp spear.

He quickly backed away a few steps, managed to maintain his composure, and cast the "Estoplasmic Barrier" to help him block part of the impact.

Even so, he still felt that the sky was dark and he was panting heavily.

On the contrary, his psicrystal, because of the characteristics of the construct, faced the screams of the evil spirits, nothing happened at all.

"Pathetic creature!"

The evil spirit of the great arcanist raised her head, and her lingering hair danced wildly. She laughed out loud in horror, as if the voice came from all directions at the same time, "Stop wasting your efforts in vain!"

"Stupid and cunning guy!" Her voice gradually became low, like the flames of hell.

"You were lured here by your own greed, and you got deeper and deeper into the web I wove, and you couldn't escape! And I will absorb your life and break free from the shackles of this tomb forever! Laixisi's fate!"

The wraith of the arch-arcanist dances wildly like a storm, with outstretched arms, tangled hair and wispy rags surrounding its body.

She unfolded her shiny body, opened her distorted mouth, and revealed her sharp fangs that gleamed coldly. The translucent body flew up without a sound, and rushed towards Brian like a crossbow.

——"Arcane Beam!"

Enduring the smell of blood in his mouth, Brian chanted a spell, and danced his hands quickly. The completed spell and the blue and white Austrian fire that suddenly appeared gathered together to form a silver-colored energy pulse.

The Arch Arcanist's evil spirit hissed and screamed, and before the energy pulse hit him, it suddenly turned and flew towards the ceiling, dodging Brian's spell, then turned back quickly, and rushed towards the back of his neck.

Seeing that the spell was dodged by this cunning evil spirit, Brian secretly thought it was a pity, and quickly jumped aside, holding the long sword tightly, and slashed back with a quick and precise slash.

The evil spirit floating in the air turned around gracefully, and a frightening sneer curled up at the corner of its twisted mouth.

Looking at the sharp sword piercing through the air, she opened her arms, stretched out her curved claws gleaming with cold light, and caught Brian's sword edge abruptly.

"Zizzi"

The moment the bright silver characteristic attached to the sharp sword touched the claws of the evil spirit, white smoke rose up like a hot iron, emitting a creepy burning sound.

The great arcanist's evil spirit wailed in pain in the smog, and the hazy fluorescent light surrounding her body also became flickering, as if it would collapse at any moment, but she had no intention of letting go at all.

Brian, who sensed something was wrong, instantly sensed a forceful coldness spreading along the blade and spreading to his whole body at a fast speed.

He looked startled, let go of the hilt without hesitation, rolled on the ground, and distanced himself from the enemy.

The moment he raised his head, he happened to see that his sharp sword, which had been blessed with the characteristics of brilliant silver in advance, suddenly shattered under the condensed frost and turned into fragments all over the place.

"I go!"

Brian wiped his cold sweat secretly, he was really frightened.

If he hadn't reacted in time, his fate might be no different from that of this sword.

At the same time, he was surprised that this evil spirit transformed from the resentment of the great arcanist was so cunning and shrewd.

It is indeed an evil spirit transformed by a great arcanist of the mind faction.

Because the minds of arcanists who are proficient in this field are the most steadfast, the evil spirits transformed from this are even more extraordinary.

The evil spirit that missed the attack let out a scream, the sound seemed to come from the bottomless abyss.

She fixed on Brian with eyes full of hatred and anger, puffed out her chest, threw her body back suddenly, and then suddenly arched like a cheetah, and spewed out a sharp growl at Brian.

For the second time, the powerful sound wave penetrated the protective barrier that Brian propped up in time with the momentum of thunder.

Suffering from the strong impact of the low-end version of "Howl of the Banshee", Brian's eyes stared like gold stars, the veins on his forehead popped up, and there was a piercing pain in his ears.

His buzzing ears seemed to hear the most mournful cries and groans, the music of drow flutes and halfling oboes, the whistling of strong winds through the canyon. All the mixed sounds filled his mind, making him feel that his own The head seemed to explode at any moment.

Brian knelt down on one foot and shook his head vigorously. He clearly felt that the skin on his face became numb and cold under the impact of negative energy.

The great arcanist's evil spirit screamed and flew to the ceiling, its pale and twisted lips exposed gleaming fangs, and evil negative energy lingered on its crooked claws, as it rushed towards Brian murderously.

Although Brian is still suffering from the pain of "Howl of the Banshee", he has already recovered his previous calmness and composure, and launched his counterattack without showing any weakness.

"Matik Stratgar!!!"

His psicrystal suddenly burst into bright blue light, and then transmitted his words to the depths of the evil spirit's mind with the most powerful telepathic transmission.

When the great arcanist's evil spirit heard the psicrystal's loud shout, its dimly fluorescent incorporeal body froze suddenly, and its scarlet eyes full of hatred and destruction showed signs of struggle.

—— "Level [-] ability: Shockwave!"

Brian's thoughts were concentrated, and his deep eyes suddenly wanted to move the light of the soul. The moment he met the evil spirit, it turned into an invisible sharp edge and shot out like lightning, directly hitting the depths of her heart.

The evil spirit let out a muffled grunt, and let out a painful wail from its twisted mouth.

Seeing that the attack was effective, Brian immediately poured out his remaining power points frantically.

Although the power's damage was doubled for every 2 additional power points spent, he didn't do that and instead cast it one after the other, leaving her with a continuous stream of mind blow damage.

Just a moment.

Brian squandered all his psionic power points, and the evil spirit of the great arcanist hugged his head, his curved claws digging deep into his long unkempt hair, howling in pain.

"Shout! Keep shouting!"

Brian wiped off the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and roared at the evil spirit of the great arcanist:

"Scream to your heart's content! Even if you slit your throat and yelled out all your internal organs and six lungs, it will not change the fact that you have already died and turned into an ugly undead creature. As an undead, you can only Repeatedly recalling the scenes of my lover being beheaded by orcs, but I can't do anything about it!"

"No! Shut up, you bloody pathetic creature!"

The great arcanist's evil spirit screamed and struggled, and the dim fluorescent light around him also flickered, as if it would go out at any moment.

Brian knew that his chance had come, and while signaling to the psicrystal servant to sarcastically mock her, he quickly took out the spell-casting materials, ready to give the opponent the strongest blow.

"It's useless... magic can't kill her at all." At this moment, the soft female voice that Brian had been waiting for for a long time echoed in the depths of his mind again.

Hearing this soft voice, his tingling brain seemed to be relieved a lot.

"Then how to deal with it?"

He looked vigilantly at the evil spirit that was still struggling in place, and hurriedly asked.

Apparently, the evil spirit of the Grand Arcanist had found a gap in the goodwill in her heart due to the violent emotional fluctuations, and took the opportunity to communicate with herself.

"There is a sword in the sarcophagus, go!"

The soft female voice became inaudible because of the haste, "Use that sword to kill her, hurry up, or it will be too late!"

"Sad creature! You are the same, no one will come to save you even if you scream out your throat! I will kill you!" The evil spirit of the great arcanist suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Brian coldly.

Her twisted and pale lips remained motionless, trying to restrain herself, but her mournful voice clearly entered Brian's ears and rang in his mind, as if echoing in a cold dark lake.

"Then we'll see!" Through clenched teeth, Brian squeezed out these words, and immediately sent his psicrystal to fetch the sword from the sarcophagus.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" When the psicrystal slid into the sarcophagus with a whoosh, the great arcanist's evil spirit finally became anxious, with long lingering hair and slender rags flying wildly, roaring angrily: "I will kill you!"

"Take it!"

Holding a gold-plated sword hilt in both hands, the psicrystal emerged from the sarcophagus, and quickly threw it to its master, "Use a physical attack to overtake her!"

Seeing the great arcanist's evil spirit turn his head stiffly, his whole body tensed up, and he leaned up, obviously wanting to prepare another low-end version of "Howl of the Banshee".

Brian looked startled, and quickly reached out to catch the thrown weapon.

"This……"

However, the moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, he was instantly dumbfounded.

Because this sword has only a hilt and no blade.

"This is a lightsaber." The psicrystal reminded him, "Concentrate, mobilize your mind, and resonate with it."

(End of this chapter)