Salin cleared more than half of the evil spirits in one go. The remaining few accurately found his position and pounced over. Salin took two steps back and gave his position to Daniel.
This necromancer looked much more serious than Salin. His hands were meticulous in their magic gestures, and he maintained the silent incantation gesture as he quickly completed his necromancy spell.
He was indeed a hardworking person. It was a pity that he didn't have a good magic inheritance.
Salin observed patiently this time and saw Daniel's strengths and weaknesses. Like Salin, Daniel pursued magic release speed, but he could only achieve the extreme of a single spell. He didn't have Salin's ability to combine them.
A huge white bone shackle appeared out of thin air and closed around the three evil spirits. The three evil spirits' heads and limbs were locked, and they couldn't move at all.
This level-one spell could at most control intermediate swordsmen, and it had to be done when the swordsman was unprepared. Senior swordsmen could break through the spell's seal with their strength.
Salin was delighted. This spell wasn't bad. It wasn't as flexible as Frost Spell in a one-on-one battle, but it could control a few people at once on the battlefield. It was much better than Frost Spell.
If Daniel had a warrior like Sicar, Daniel would only need to lock the enemy down and let the warrior chop off their heads.
I have to find a way to keep this Daniel by my side. Salin couldn't help but decide.
Choosing a necromancer as a partner might make Ainphent stronger, but Salin really didn't trust Ainphent's temper. He had won the favor of Ainphent's parents and had gone through thick and thin with Ainphent. He might be Ainphent's only friend. But Ainphent was a man of his own mind. When he decided to do something, Salin couldn't stop him.
Ainphent couldn't be controlled.
Daniel was different. He had no friends in Qin Yin. When Salin came to Qin Yin, he had Sicar and Nelis with him. Daniel was basically alone. Not only did he have no friends or family, he was also closely watched by the Church.
Thinking of this, Salin gave Daniel a friendly smile and walked toward the evil spirits controlled by the Bone Shackles.
The Bone Shackles was originally a spell developed by necromancers for war. It had many uses. This was a necromancer spell that needed a medium. At least the necromancer had to prepare a lot of bone powder. Therefore, the Dispel spell was useless against the Bone Shackles. This thing could only be broken. Even if it was broken, the shackles that were like a small house would continue to exist for a period of time.
Semi-materialized magic was very difficult to deal with. As long as one's level was not high enough, it would be very difficult to break through it through skills. The low-ranking officers on the battlefield were at most at the level of a swordsman. This kind of magic could be used to block the charge of the cavalry without any loopholes.
Salin came to the Bone Shackles. There were no magical patterns on the Bone Shackles, but there were streaks of blood. The shape of the bones was also uneven, and every protrusion was tightly stuck to the trapped Evil Spirit. The Evil Spirit squeaked, having long forgotten the human language.
In this hellish space, they could never die, but they had to suffer the pain of hunger forever. If they encountered edible food, their fates would be even more miserable. Their instincts drove them to devour, but the food they devoured would split from their bodies and form another Evil Spirit.
They had no choice but to eat. The more they ate, the hungrier they got. This was the life of an evil spirit.
"What did you do wrong? Why should I be punished like this? " Salin opened his mouth to ask. He was just lamenting, and did not expect these people who had lost their sense of self to answer him.
"Since the Black Deacon said this is hell, then it's better for you to die. Eternal life in hell … is truly the cruelest punishment."
As Salin spoke, he took out a small bottle. Inside was the Restoration Water. This thing was still abnormally stable despite Salin's magic's continuous mutation. Nothing unexpected happened. Apart from the fact that Salin could create eight times the amount of the others, there was nothing strange.
The existence of the Restoration Water itself belonged to the concept of an unfinished magic. In other words, the duration of this magic was extremely long and stable.
Even a Magician who was unfamiliar with water magic could at least store the Restoration Water for more than six days after creating it. After six days, the magic was considered complete and began to lose its effect. Salin himself did not know how long the Restoration Water could be stored. Every time he had free time, he would create a portion and store it. His portion was equivalent to eight for others.
The clear and transparent Restoration Water floated in the air. Salin cautiously chanted a magic incantation. He could not afford to make any mistakes in this attack. If he made a mistake, it would mean that he would have to endure a few more hours of torture in this damned place.
The condensed Restoration Water slowly elongated, becoming thinner and thinner. The magic in Salin's hands was completed almost instantly. A thick stream of water formed in the air, perfectly merging with the Restoration Water.
Waterflow Cut, a level-four water magic.
Before learning this magic, Salin had never thought that this magic not only surpassed the sharpness of Ice Blade, but could also continue to upgrade to level-ten.
This level-four spell had easily killed two swordsmen. Salin had not found a more suitable target to experiment with. Now, he had to control the offensive nature of the Waterflow Cut. Once the Waterflow Cut was merged with the Restoration Water, it could accidentally kill the evil spirit.
The clear stream of water danced nimbly in the air like a water snake, and drilled into the evil spirit's eye socket.
The evil spirit's eye socket was empty and very black. The clear stream of water pierced through a layer of paper and drilled into the evil spirit's brain. The evil spirit howled in pain. Salin calmly controlled the stream of water, and it searched the evil spirit's brain for a trace of connection.
This evil spirit could not be unrelated to the Book of the Depravity. What Salin needed to do was to cut off this connection. Without the threat of the evil spirit, the Black Deacon could not trap them. Any equipment that wanted to trap a living person had to be at least at the level of a demigod weapon. Even a holy weapon could not do it.
Even so, the Book of the Depravity was at least a holy weapon. This Black Deacon could use a holy weapon, so his status in the Inquisition was not low. He should soon be promoted to a Black Cloth Templar.
Salin had never thought of defeating the Black Deacon on his own, but he had to share some of the burden with Rex. Rex was definitely being attacked by the evil spirit. This space was closed, so the number of evil spirits in any location would be very even. Anyway, as long as one was attracted, the other evil spirits would follow.
After cutting off the connection with the Book of the Depravity, these evil spirits could not be resurrected for the time being. Only then would everyone have the energy to find the Black Deacon's location.
Even if he had the power of a Black Cloth Templar, Salin was not very afraid. He found that his family crest was an excellent weapon. As long as the enemy was alone, he could use it without restraint. Apart from encountering some trouble with the Tiago Wyrm, the family crest was Salin's life-saving straw at other times.
The evil spirit's brain was indeed quite spacious. After the water pierced the evil spirit's eyes, Salin's perception could finally penetrate and he discovered the secret within the evil spirit's skull.
Inside the evil spirit's skull, there were densely packed divine characters. These divine characters flowed continuously, providing energy for the evil spirit. No wonder a casual magic attack could cause the evil spirit's head to explode. Those divine characters had detonated themselves to prevent the evil spirit from being erased from the Book of the Depravity.
Salin patiently memorized these divine characters. There were about three hundred of them shining with purple light.
Was this the skill that the God of Light had bestowed upon the Black Deacon? It seemed to be no different from what the Goddess Myers had left behind. Although Salin did not know any divine spells, he quickly deduced the connection.
The two were expressing the same thing, but in opposite directions. The Goddess Myers was trying to explain the meaning of life itself, while the God of Light was talking about the eternity of death.
It was not to say that the Goddess Myers was amiable. The person who grasped the secrets of life could also easily take away the lives of others. It was just that this skill of the God of Light was too evil. It was somewhat similar to the skills of black magicians.
Salin's heart trembled when he thought of this. If he revealed this, the Holy See would not hesitate to send an Oracle to personally eliminate him, right?
Salin was sure that this skill had nothing to do with necromancy magic. The evil spirits had completely lost their self-awareness. Their self-awareness had not returned to nature, but had been forcibly stripped away, leaving only a trace of the evil spirit's instinct.
The stripped soul had nothing to do with this body. As long as the soul was not destroyed, these bodies would be repeatedly reborn in the flames, and the pain would become eternal.
No matter what, he could not let this Black Deacon leave. Salin's distraction caused him to lose control of the water flow. More than three hundred divine characters spun violently, sticking to the crystal clear water formed by the water flow.
Pa … Piak!
Salin felt his body go numb. This feeling was so brief, probably less than a third of a second. If Salin was not a magician, he would not have been able to tell what had happened.
The friction between the divine characters and the water flow brought out a trace of sparks. Salin was using his mental strength to control the water flow. The electric fire gave him the illusion that he was being electrocuted.
After discovering this reason, Salin became even more agitated. The water flow went out of control, revealing its hidden killing intent. It rolled back towards the three hundred divine characters.
As long as these three hundred divine characters were destroyed, these evil spirits would not be able to be resurrected.
The divine characters seemed to have sensed the terrifying power of the water flow. Suddenly, more than half of the divine characters exploded and scattered, falling into the surrounding flames and disappearing. The crystal clear water flow suddenly expanded in volume, wrapping around the remaining one hundred or so divine characters. Jagged ripples appeared within the water flow, spinning rapidly and rubbing against each other like a circular saw blade.
The layer of Restoration Water on the outside of the water flow seemed to be harmful to the divine characters. With this agitation, the one hundred or so divine characters exploded and turned into nothingness.
It escaped!
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