After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

     Erlanger sighed at the abyss creature that had narrowed his way before, while fiddling with the brass machine to ensure that the abyss creature was sealed tightly by the brass machine at this time .

    Later, he put the device back on his robe, and it became a new weird pattern.

    "I'll let you know as soon as my research progresses."

     Erlanger patted his chest and assured Brian.

    Brian raised his eyelids and glanced at Erlanger while playing with the keel wand in his hand.

    "I hope you don't keep me waiting too long."

    The man's tone was silky and calm, but Erlanger felt a little uneasy.

      What a curse.

    Is this a threat? ! right? !

    After Cyril regained his senses, he glanced at Mr. Erlanger, who was facing a formidable enemy, and at Mr. Scott, who was calm and relaxed, wondering what the **** they were doing The research actually required the use of terrifying abyss creatures.

    Although... the abyss creature that enjoys a high historical status in the history of magic class is so vulnerable under Mr. Scott.

    Although the thick and gloomy black mist shows that it is only a primary abyss creature, Mr. Scott's absolute strength suppression and heavy punches are still shocking.

    The other party pressed this abyss creature to the ground and rubbed it hard, Cyril was heartbroken.

    However, his attention soon returned to the system he hadn't seen for a long time.

    [System! You are finally back? How does the upgrade feel? ]

    Cyril asked curiously.

    He could indeed feel that the presence of the system seemed to increase a little.

    【Great! great! After the upgrade, I am a hero again! 】The system is a little excited, and the tone is triumphant.

    It can now clearly detect the result of Cyril being contaminated by the Abyss.

    Just when the system was pleased with its progress, Cyril also happened to think of this, and he asked: [Then take a look, have I been polluted by abyss creatures? ]

    Cyril thought quickly in his mind.

    Unconsciously, he and the abyss had three head-to-head confrontations.

    The first time was in the misty moon forest when he encountered a long-horned boar polluted by the abyss, but Mr. Scott appeared in time to save him.

    The second time was when he was attacked by abyss creatures again in the secret realm of the wizard apprentice grading trial. Later, I heard from the staff of the Wizards Union that he touched the protection mechanism of the bracelet in time. Exit the tiered trial.

    The third time is just…

    The system was silent for a moment after hearing Cyril's question, and finally explained it honestly: [Your soul is very special, so it has the affinity of all magic elements. But because of this, you are very easy to attract abyss creatures, you are very good nourishment for them...] Cyril sighed faintly.

    Sure enough, the favor of fate has secretly marked the price.

    The system paused and continued, with a hint of shame in her voice:

    [Your two previous encounters with abyssal creatures were tainted. Blame me! I actually didn't find it. So now you have traces of contamination left by two different abyssal creatures. 】The system said it all at once.

    It saw Cyril stunned for a moment, and then comforted:

    [Don't panic, it's not a big problem! It is only mildly polluted now, and it has been suppressed by the treasure recovery pill.

    Also, your hospital... Chief Scott also knows about this. They came to capture this abyss creature this time to let this guy named Erlanger continue his experimental research , so that you can find a way to remove the pollution from your body.

     Erlanger used to be a very famous wizard, who has made great achievements in many fields of research, and is also one of the original founders of the Tower of Truth. He must be able to find a way soon...] When he heard that he was really polluted by the abyss, Cyril calmed down after the initial panic.

    This dog thing in life is really a little surprise everywhere.

    However, he still has some doubts:

    Isn't the Wizarding League still in touch with the Holy See? Should they be willing to continue to heal tainted wizards and wizard apprentices? Why does Mr. Scott still need to go to great lengths to capture the creatures of the abyss? ]

    The system wanted to hide the fact that Brian fed Cyril with holy water, but Cyril didn't expect to notice it so quickly.

    It choked for a few seconds before it had to tell the truth.

    Cyril's heart sank slightly, and his toes touched the ground unconsciously.

    He had a lot of thoughts rolling in his mind.

    Mr. Scott has done a lot for himself...

    "Okay, let's go back."

    Brian put away his wand slowly, and a magnetic voice fell into Cyril's ears.

    Then the three returned along the same path.

    However, not long after walking, a very suspicious rustling sound was heard in the forest.

    He blinked, looking ahead into the dim light.

    Many hollow animal faces appeared in midair at some point in time, firmly blocking Cyril and the others.

    The skins of these animals are as thin as paper, even translucent, through which you can vaguely see the things behind.

    The thickness of some animal faces is extremely impressive, like many faces are densely stacked together.

    These things have no body, only exposed faces, stained with scarlet blood.

    The eyeballs on the face were gouged out, leaving black holes that are numb and hollow.

    The strange faces are floating around, and they are very depressed due to the large number.

    In such a dark and moonless night, it added a creepy horror.

    Brian raised his eyebrows, tutted lightly, and a trace of impatience slipped in his dark eyes.

    I didn't expect such a creature without eyes to come together.

     Erlanger looked in front of him and found a group of face-skinned monsters with certain fighting ability.

    But he wasn't worried.

    After all, the abyss creatures have been captured, and Brian no longer needs to suppress the magic power of his undead great wizard, which is more than enough to deal with these things.

    You know, undead magic is their nemesis.

     Erlanger quietly stood aside for a while, very politely pretending that he did not exist, and let Brian show his boyfriend power in front of Cyril.

    At the same time, the reinstated system also gave information about these things: [name: (thin/thick) cheeky monster

    Use: Can be purified to make magic mask

    Attack: All offensive spells are useful, the more powerful the better; the first undead magic Description: The face skin monster is a kind of creature that is very unfriendly to wizards. They will actively attack the wizards, and then cannibalize the wizards' bodies to replenish their energy. They can evolve from thin-skinned to thick-skinned, and their strength will also increase.

    The evolutionary peak of the cheeky monsters is the shameless monster, also commonly known as the shameless monster. And undead magic happens to be a weapon against them. After all, the undead are gone, so it's not shameful.

    Catch the thief first, catch the king, see the shameless ball at the top? It is the leader of this group of shameless, shameless, beat it! 】 Cyril raised his eyes and looked at the ball floating at the top of this group of cheeky monsters, it could no longer see the face of any animal.

    He twitched his forehead, and complained in his heart: This evolved from being cheeky to being shameless, and then becoming the strongest king among cheeky monsters?

    Cyril drew out his black wand, he didn't want to leave everything to Mr. Scott.

    "Hand of the Dead!"

    Cyril pointed at the faceless monster with his wand and whispered.

    This is one of the undead magics he masters. It does not need to summon a whole skeleton, but just summon its hands, and it can exert ten percent of its power.

    I saw a plume of black smoke rising from the tip of Cyril's wand, heading straight for the top sphere.

    The next moment, the black smoke turned into a pair of gloomy white bone palms, and these palms slammed towards the faceless monster's head.

    The weight of the force caused the ball to be slapped to the side.

    And Cyril did not stop attacking.

    Pairs of sharp bone palms continued to emerge from the tip of his wand, attacking the cheeky monsters first.

    In this way, the original horror style suddenly became weird.

    The silent forest rang out with a series of crisp applause.

     Erlanger was a little surprised to see Cyril make a move, but he didn't expect that this one was not a good person.

    He glanced at the hand of the undead that was still chasing the fleeing faceless monster and slapped it, and for a moment felt that his cheeks also seemed to ache.

    Who doesn't say the last sentence is a good match.

     Erlanger quietly took another step back.

    Cyril found that using undead magic to deal with face monsters is really effective.

    He began to summon various parts of the undead: some were a pair of hands, some were a foot, some were even just a thigh bone.

    The bones of the white flowers attacked tirelessly, as if they were beating meatballs.

    Brian's movements paused indiscernibly, and looked at Cyril with a half-smile.

    He hooked his lips, walked to Cyril's side, and held the other's hand holding the wand.

    Start with the soft and warm skin of Little Rose.

    Brian rubbed the other's thin wrist with his fingertips, intentionally or not, with a narrow smile in his eyes.

    He lowered his head, put his lips against Cyril's ear, and said lazily in a deep and hoarse voice: "I'll teach you another undead magic, look good."

    Cyril watched as Mr. Scott's articulated hand held him, while a hot breath brushed past his ear.

    The man's hands are slightly cold, white and slender, but not weak, but full of strength.

    The other party held his hand and drew extremely complex magic runes in the air.

    Because he was teaching, he deliberately slowed down, but his movements were smooth and natural, and it could even be said to be pleasing to the eye.

    As the last magic rune was drawn, Cyril heard the other party say some cold syllables, his tone was elegant and silky, and seemed to have a pleasant taste.

    A tremendous amount of magic gushed from the tip of Cyril's wand.

    At this time, all the bones in the air were suddenly surrounded by a black fog, as if it was a strong hostility.

    The next moment, when all the face monsters had no time to react, the bones exploded like small bombs.

    With the sound of continuous cracking, the faces of the face monsters were blasted with cracks and blood splashed.

    Face monsters were bombed to pieces.

    Erlanger looked at the scene that looked like fireworks blooming, and looked at the two people who were still snuggling in front of him, and suddenly felt a little choked up.

    Although I didn't eat, I was inexplicably full!

    Cyril was indeed shocked by this enormous power.

    He recalled the magic rune just now, and plans to review and consolidate it after he goes back.

    But now...

    Cyril turned his head silently to look at the smiling handsome wizard behind him, feeling a little heavy.

    Good guy, now the undead he contracted before are missing arms and legs in an instant!

    The author has something to say: Cyril: heart plug qaq

    Brian: Why should my wife care about those tools? ?