Throne of Magical Arcana

The magic crystal lamp hangs high from the ceiling, dyeing the slightly gloomy room with a white and miserable feeling, making Downey shudder subconsciously, as if he has entered an old castle where ghosts are rampant.

However, this also allowed him to fully return his attention to the exam, and no longer be obsessed with the boy who was prettier than the female elf just now. He looked around and took a look at the environment in the room.

On the left side of the room is a simple long table, on which are placed a large number of items, some are stored in magic containers, some are stored directly using a vacuum magic circle, and some are wrapped in emerald green leaves. The right side is empty, not even a carpet, revealing light gray patterned stones.

"Mercury, low-grade requiem stone powder..." Downey gently closed the door, walked quickly to the long table, and recognized the basic materials used to arrange the magic circle at a glance.

Next, he sprinkled the sunflower powder on the silver candlestick, lit the candle, carefully picked up a glass bottle full of black liquid, and pointed it at the incandescent candle.

Under the candlelight, the slight bumps on the surface of the glass bottle appeared clearly, as if a layer of shadow runes were flowing, and a strange eyeball without pupils also emerged from the black liquid.

After carefully identifying the shape of the eyeball and the magic rune engraved on the glass bottle, Downey picked up the quill beside him and wrote on the parchment: "...the eyeball of the mutated ghoul..."

Putting down the glass bottle, Downey turned his attention to the vacuum magic circle, inside which was an arm wrapped with a tan greasy cloth strip.

"Wow, there are even mummies' arms. Heidler Academy is such a luxury..." Downey's eyes lit up and his head was lowered. Unlike ghouls, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts and other undead creatures that can "normally" form, to If you want to give birth to a "mummy", you must have a complete and mysterious burial ceremony - this is a ritual that has existed since ancient times of mythology. Therefore, the strength of a mummy is generally very strong, and its magic resistance and its own hand-to-hand defense are all undead creatures. The best of the best, even official mages, don't have much chance of getting mummies as necromancer servants.

While Downey was writing the answer on the parchment, he looked at the mummy's arm with burning eyes. How could this level of material be accessible to his little apprentice in the past.

"Although judging from the entangled cloth strips and the exposed skin, it is a very bad mummy, but it is still a mummy! However, the torso materials of the stitched corpse can be recycled..."

In this way, Downey identified the different body parts of these different magical creatures one by one:

"...smelly murloc lymph fluid..."

"...the front paw of the jackal..."

"...the skull of a goblin..."

"...The hind hooves of the demonized goat..."

It took a full half an hour for Downey to identify them one by one, and then design a stitched corpse with his own style according to the theory of necromancy body composition and the requirements of sewing corpse refining.

Deleting, subtracting, modifying, modifying, it took Downey a long time to complete his "model" of the stitched corpse, then swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at the wall clock on the wall: "It's almost ten o'clock, we can't delay any longer Otherwise, there will be no time to make up for the problem..."

While thinking, he picked up the quicksilver and seized the time to outline the magic circle on the ground.

The apprentice's mental strength is not strong, and he cannot take potions for the exam, so Downey can only complete part by part, and finally connect them into a complete magic circle.

More than an hour later, Downey sat on the floor, panting heavily, recovering the mental power that had been exhausted more than a dozen times. Then, he stood up and placed the materials he had selected in the magic circle one by one. Corresponding location: "...Mummy arm... Mutated ghoul's eyeball... Imp's wings... Phantom dust..."

After the arrangement was complete, Downey looked left and right, and he dared not activate the magic circle to complete the refinement, for fear that he might make a mistake.

This is the most important moment in his life. If he succeeds, he will enter Heidler, the most authoritative magic academy in the Necromancer Department. His future is immeasurable. One, either serve as a consultant to a certain businessman, or join the police department, and live a life that is better than ordinary citizens but still far from the upper class.

I am only seventeen years old, are I willing to accept such a numb and hopeless life?

A raging flame of desire ignited in Downey's heart, desire for knowledge, desire for life, desire for a better future.

Success or failure, it depends on this time!

He half-kneeled in front of the magic circle, holding the core with both hands, and a strange light flashed in his blue eyes, which was a sign of the full power of his spirit.

Strips of silvery-white patterns glowed brightly, and the pitch-black runes crazily absorbed the nearby requiem stone powder. Then, the entire magic circle was shrouded in pale brilliance, and the magic gemstones shattered one by one.

After activating the magic circle, Downey felt a sharp pain in his head, and was directly bounced away, but he didn't care about the twitching all over his body, and his eyes were fixed on the magic circle.

The pale brilliance dissipated little by little, and a monster with wings on its back appeared in the center of the magic circle. Its head was like a lion, its eyes had no pupils, its left hand was wrapped with a yellow-brown greasy cloth strip, and its body was composed of different flesh and blood. These parts are not organically fused together, but instead seem to be forcibly stitched together with a needle and thread, which is eerie and terrifying.

The monster stood up staggeringly, and its pupilless white eyes swept over Downey, making him feel as if his soul had been struck by lightning, and he almost fainted to the ground.

Fortunately, the monster immediately lowered its head and stood there respectfully without any other movements.

It worked! Downey waved his arms, unable to restrain the surprise in his heart.

Suddenly, the hairs on his back stood up, as if he had sensed some kind of aura from the deepest part of death.

Subconsciously, Downey rushed to the side, and at the same time directed his stitched corpse to block in front of him.

Bang, a dull bang accompanied by the sound of the wall collapsing reached Downey's ears, and then he saw flesh and blood splashing in front of him.

Looking back in astonishment, Downey's eyes suddenly widened and protruded. In the dust caused by the collapse of the wall, a monster two or three meters high crashed in, knocked his stitched corpse into the air, and knocked the pieces of its body into the air. It was smashed to pieces.

This monster didn't look like a stitched corpse at all. Those body parts were gathered together in a mess, with eyes on the arms, a head embedded in the stomach, and a thick black gas wrapped around it.

At the same time, its terrifying coercion made the Stitched Corpse tremble all over as it struggled to get up. Even though it had no intelligence or thinking ability, it still trembled endlessly.

Tang Ni fell into an ice cave and wanted to cast a spell to resist, but he had just finished refining the stitched corpse, but his head was throbbing, and he had no extra mental power at all.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"That girl, no, boy, what kind of weird undead creature did she refine? It's terrible!"

"I have to wait until the invigilator arrives."

Thinking about it in my heart, my will is firm, my will is firm, Downey was under the pressure of that strange undead creature, but he couldn't even move a finger. Seeing it coming straight towards him, his heart sank slowly, and despair surged. out.

"This is more terrifying than the second-level knights I have ever met..."

"Finally successful in refining, and about to enter the Heidler Academy of Magic, are you going to die in this experimental accident?"

The cry in Downey's heart couldn't stop the monster from approaching, and the foul-smelling mouth seemed to be clearly audible.

At this moment, a hand wrapped in a yellow-brown cloth strip stood in front of him and inserted into the mouth of the monster's abdomen.

"My stitched corpse..." Downey was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect the stitched corpse he refined to be so tenacious. Then, he seized the opportunity and rolled to the side. At the same time, mustering all his strength, he made a final fight:

"Help!"

His final effort was this shrill cry that broke through the sky, trying to attract the attention of the invigilating necromancer.

Click, click, the monster's mouth squirmed, and quickly chewed up and devoured the arm of the stitched corpse. This made Donnie's mouth open wide, and the call stopped abruptly.

He could actually crush the arm of a mummy directly...

The eyes on the monster's arms opened, and the two dark red pupils gave off an indifferent breath of death, which paralyzed Downey's whole body and made his tongue tense.

It's over, it's over... He just had a thought in his heart, when he suddenly saw a pure and beautiful face appearing in front of him, he said with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, when I do experiments, there will always be various changes. My father said that this is my unique ability, but I can't control it now..."

Standard masculine voice, very magnetic... At this moment of life and death, Downey's first thought was actually this, and he felt that the whole world was full of disobedience and malice.

"...I originally planned to refine a stitched corpse that could fly. Who knew, I was not careful, haha..." The young man scratched his head with a "bright" smile, "Of course, compared to the last experiment, this This time can only be regarded as a general mutation..."

Donnie stared at him dumbfounded, and struggled to utter a word: "Be careful..."

Because at this time, the monster surrounded by black energy had already walked behind the boy!

Downey couldn't understand and imagine why someone could say so many things at such a dangerous moment!

"Ah? Are you reminding me to be careful when doing experiments in the future? Thank you very much, I will definitely pay attention to it in the future, I am so sorry for putting you in danger this time, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet..." The gentle and beautiful On the face, pale red lips opened and closed.

Downey wriggled his numb tongue again: "...it's...a monster..."

The boy's hazy silver-purple eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he turned around abruptly, standing face to face with the monster. Then, his shoulders sank, and he bumped into the monster directly.

Silver-gray light overflowed, and Downey saw the monster take three steps backwards. Then, its head, eyes, arms and other messy parts fell off one by one, and hit the ground with slaps, and soon turned into a monster. Beach "mud".

He... Donny's mouth opened again, and it was difficult to close it. Classmate, don't you think the road of knights is more suitable for you than the experiment with frequent accidents?

"It's solved." The boy turned around and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm really sorry for putting you in danger. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My father named me Blaise. I hope I will be A happy man, but I prefer to be called 'Carl', which means manly..."

"I also have an older brother, his name is Bazel, a guy who looks good but is actually full of bad ideas...People say that he is very similar to my father, but I don't think so..."

Downey only had one thought at this time, "Carl", can you not speak for a while, and then introduce yourself after pulling me up.