Fairy’s Box

According to the command of the coach, the supervising team blocked the news as quickly as possible, and simply carried the bodies of the six victims away, and sent them to the camp of the rear position mages.

In the stone house adjacent to the middle embankment on the west side of the bastion, surrounded by the corpses of six people, the scholars and mages from the resettlement number cooperated with the military doctors to conduct a series of autopsies, trying to find out the true cause of death of several people.

"They are all very strong bodies. Although the pupils are dilated, there are no signs of broken hearts and blood vessels, which eliminates the possibility of death from shock."

"There is no abnormality in the blood test. Although the indicators fluctuate, they are not life-threatening, and the disease is ruled out."

"There is no sign of no toxin residue in the body, normal physiological function, not death from poisoning."

The configuration of the autopsy team is luxurious, and the work efficiency is naturally extremely high. The most likely causes of death were rejected one by one. This unexpected and reasonable situation is obviously not good news for them, which means that the enemy's methods are more mysterious and insidious than imagined.

A scholar mage put down the anatomical tool in his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, his eyes fixed on the terrified expression of the deceased, and said in a hoarse voice:

"...No disease, no wound, no toxin, he can live to ninety years old in good health!"

"You can't see a problem, it doesn't mean there's really no problem." The leader of the autopsy team, and one of the last scholar-mages with profound qualifications, Master Sigma said coldly.

As the super-magic master who completed the highest achievement of the Necronomicon methodology, he should not have appeared in the autopsy team, but he responded to the commander's order due to the seriousness of the situation and presided over this autopsy as a guest character.

Hearing this, the scholar Mage's complexion immediately changed from blue to white. He ignored the blood stains on his hands and lowered his head, sweating profusely, to caress his chest, and said hurriedly:

"I'm lost."

"However." The super-mage turned the conversation and said lightly: "The corpse in your hand is really fine, at least in terms of physical condition, he is very healthy."

"What do you mean?" Scholar Mage Gong Shen asked softly.

"It's just a mental death concocted by some unique means."

At the same time as Master Sigmar spoke, two hot gazes shot out of his pupils, staying on the corpse in front of him, with indescribable excitement, he said impassively:

"I thought that my methodology had been perfected, but I didn't expect that there is such a soul spell in the universe. Across a time and space, it actually drags the thoughts of the living body into the illusion. I am afraid that only Figueres has such an ability. A woman can do it! I didn’t expect this trip to have a second honor, and I have to thank that illusory fate and divine grace!”

The super magician was talking, but he couldn't help laughing. Under the high mood, even his expression gradually became crazy, as if he suddenly sank into his own world.

Just when everyone was baffled by this laughter, Master Sigmar suddenly looked solemn, raised the bone scepter in his hand, and knocked it on the corpse's right wrist unexpectedly.

"Master, who are you?" Several military doctors surrounded him in confusion.

"Go away! Don't you die?" Accompanied by a rude scolding, the little dark fire spewed out from the end of the white bone scepter, hovering around the room like a rainbow, and finally turned back around the super magician, forming a layer of pillars. A light curtain enveloped him and the corpse.

"Master Sigma!" Several scholar mages screamed in panic.

"I'm fine." Sigma's calm voice came from the beam of light. At this moment, there was only concentration and prudence on his face, and there was no trace of madness.

"Master, please be careful and don't take risks lightly."

The accompanying guard's heart was almost in his throat. If this uncle gets off the hook, his career is almost over, and he may be held accountable for dereliction of duty and face trial by a military court.

"Don't be wordy! You gave me diarrhea last time, and I haven't settled the bill with you yet!"

The super magician laughed and scolded angrily, motioned everyone to mute the sound, turned his attention back to the stone autopsy table, narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully:

"Tsk tsk tsk...Look at you, what a perfect disguise, it's indistinguishable from a dead person. Even I was almost deceived by you, but unfortunately it fell short. Do you know where you went wrong?"

The corpse lay lifeless on the autopsy table, the chest cavity to the abdomen was cut in the middle, most of the internal organs in the body were directly exposed to the air, and the limbs were rigidly clinging to the surface of the stone platform, no matter how you looked at it, it was an ordinary corpse.

Everyone outside the beam of light didn't know what to say for a while. They couldn't see what was wrong with the corpse, but since the super-mage has spoken, it must be right, so keeping silent is definitely the best choice.

"Although I can't deduce your abilities, I haven't seen similar abilities before, but that's not the point. The point is that you are too greedy. Do you want to take this opportunity to kill us all?"

Master Sigma slowly raised the bone scepter, the temperature in his voice became lower and lower, revealing his white teeth:

"You may be able to deceive others, but unfortunately you can't deceive me. A corpse that has been dead for a long time has no response to my walking corpse summoning technique. Is this possible!"

Before he finished speaking, the "corpse" opened his eyes silently, revealing a pair of tragic green eyes, and looked faintly at the super magician. With the wriggling of his facial muscles, a heart-pounding smile appeared on his face. superior.

"Yeah, fine...that's it, let me see what else you can do."

Sigmar stood indifferently, slowly lowered the scepter in his hand, and instead looked at him with encouraging eyes, as if looking at a baby trying to walk.

goo... goo...

An unexpected scene happened. The man's body shriveled quickly, and the blood plasma flowed out from various parts of his body like strips of dark green worms, leaving quickly to the ground.

"You can't escape, I have the final say here."

In the indifferent eyes of the super magician, the blood plasma suddenly jumped up into the sky as if it was not controlled by gravity, and was instantly squeezed into a spherical shape by an invisible force, and dispersed into dozens of pieces suspended in a dark column of fire.

Outside the fire pillar, everyone watched this scene with bated breath, not even daring to let out the air, for fear that their voice would affect the performance of Master Sigmar.

Ten seconds have passed...

A minute has passed...

Five minutes have passed...

Everyone was sweating profusely in fear, but the fixed blood plasma remained unchanged. It seemed that they had temporarily given up their resistance, or had completely lost their vitality.