Arcane Journey

The spiritualist was preparing spells, and Brian was naturally not idle either.

However, the cries of the chains made him restless and anxious, making him unable to concentrate on preparing the next spell.

At this moment, he suddenly saw an almost invisible magic barrier slowly emerging around him, surrounding him and blocking him from attacks by the chains released by the Soulcaller.

"I almost forgot about her." Brian glanced at the female elf not far away who had just put away the holy emblem. Obviously, this arrogant little girl was angry and seemed to be relatively reliable.

He was no longer distracted, he pinched out a spell with his right hand, took out a handful of seeds with his left hand, and threw it in the direction of the soul-caller.

These seeds are purple electric vines from the world of immortality. He originally wanted to cultivate them in the world of Toril, but failed because they were not acclimatized to the soil. They have been stored in his storage bag. Only then did he have the opportunity to use them as casting materials.

——"One ring of magic: entanglement!"

A light green aura filled the air, and then the seeds of the purple electric vine, under the influence of the green aura, grew into tough vines covered with barbs at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the moment when the vines grew, Brian also took this opportunity to take out a low-level mid-level talisman, 'Thunder Talisman', which he had purchased in advance at the market, and quickly activated it.

Along with the injection of mana, more than a dozen slender arcs emerged.

Arcs of electricity, like wild snakes dancing around the vines, wound towards the Howling Chains and Soulcallers.

When the crackling vines wrapped in thunder energy touched the chains, the cries from the chains seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and the screams gradually became fainter.

Just as Brian expected, the most powerful lightning spell in the world of immortality also has a strong ability to restrain the negative energy in the world of Toril.

I saw a powerful lightning arc, under Brian's exquisite control, as if it had found prey, spreading to this blood-colored chain made of pure negative energy, exploding into brilliant lightning and sparks. The chain's magical energy is constantly being consumed.

"What kind of attack is this!?"

The Spiritualist was stunned, watching in disbelief as his spells were being worn away bit by bit by a group of attacks composed of lightning and vines, but there was nothing he could do.

This was already his strongest attack except for the four-ring disease spell, but it was easily resolved by this weird guy using weird spells.

What shocked him the most was that the other party actually called a helper. Although his companions stood there and watched the fun like a crowd, with no intention of attacking him, the two released Taoist magic is the key to reversing the situation.

Damn!

Realizing that the situation was over, the spiritualists wanted to retreat.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Just as he was about to cast a space spell to escape, he suddenly felt a sharp sting and hot electric shock coming from his legs.

A vine covered with barbs, at some point, quietly approached him and wrapped around his thigh like a poisonous snake, dragging the others in place, making it difficult to move.

"go to hell!"

Brian's eyes turned cold and he made a sword technique.

In an instant, the stainless steel sword that fell on the ground received his response, trembled slightly, made a buzzing sound, and then turned into a rainbow light and shot through the air, neatly slashing down the Soulcaller with surprise and unwillingness. head.Even though the head has been chopped off, the spiritualist can still sneer weirdly: "It's not that easy to kill me. I am a believer of the great Lord of the End of All Things, Yeager. You kill my body, but you can't destroy it. My soul, wait for the good news, my lord Jaeger will never let any mortal dare to blaspheme Him!"

"You must be from Dunhuang, there are so many murals!"

Before he could finish his words, Brian, who was about to grab the loot, stepped on his head and crushed it. Like a smashed watermelon, the red and white stuff splattered all over the ground.

Brian ran his skills and adjusted his breath briefly, then walked among the corpses, searching for trophies that could be helpful to him.

Although this battle ended with his final victory, thinking back carefully, it still left him with lingering fear.

After all, in the previous battle, there were at least two fatal spells that he had not expected at all, such as the disease spreading on his arm and the howling chain.

If there wasn't an elf priest who believed in the Silver Virgin Selene standing behind him to back him up, then even if he won this duel between immortal magic and divine magic, it would probably be a miserable victory.

It can be seen from this that although the spell casters in the world of Toril are not like the world of immortal cultivation, there is an insurmountable gap between the Qi Refining Monk and the Foundation Establishing Monk. It's magic, but it's also hard for people to guard against, and they even die without knowing how they died.

After this battle, Brian secretly warned himself that he would never do the dangerous thing of challenging the spell caster again unless it endangered his own safety.

No longer wasting time, and no longer bothering to care about the battle between nobles and nobles, which was coming to an end.

Brian took the lead to the place where the skull fell to check out this strange magical equipment.

When he came closer, a look of disappointment suddenly appeared on his face.

This skull was obviously a one-time magic equipment. After being used, it had fallen to the ground and was broken into pieces.

Brian walked up to the headless corpse of the spiritualist and carefully fumbled in the many secret pockets hidden inside his black robe. After a while, his face suddenly turned ugly.

As a spellcaster who is proficient in death magic, most of his casting materials are mainly unknown flesh and blood, bone powder, ashes, etc., and there is even an eyeball of an unknown creature and dried intestines and viscera. things.

As disgusting as you want it to be.

Fortunately, what is slightly comforting is that Brian also found five or six inkstones and spodumene, which are loved by countless necromancers, as well as a relatively precious stone in the most hidden pocket of the spiritualist. Soul crystal.

The former has an additional amplifying effect on guiding negative energy aura, and the latter is the main material used to make imprisoned souls and ghost gems.

There is no doubt that these gems are good materials for Brian to practice and absorb spiritual energy.

And the soul crystal is a good thing to use to lure the evil spirits of the Abyss and Baator Hell.

Originally this thing was of no use to Brian, but since he got a Hyakki Banner and how to use it, he realized the role of the Soul Crystal.

When things here are over, Brian can use this soul crystal to set up a magic circle to summon demons or demons, and then seal them into the Hyakki Banner for his own use by fishing for law enforcement.

After searching for the trophies, Brian noticed the withered staff of the Spiritualist again. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not intend to take it away. Instead, he chose to take off the black onyx on the top of the staff.

The Necromancer's magic equipment often comes with various negative curses. Since he still doesn't know how to use it correctly, he thinks it's better not to touch it randomly to avoid getting into trouble. (End of chapter)