bullyxtreme Chapter 232 Death's Gaze
Chapter 232 Death's Gaze
Chapter 232 Death's Gaze
It didn't feel like that when Ryan distilled the soul of the Charlie Gang.But now there are only four wizards, and the God of Death is so concerned, which has to make Leon think more.
It's just that Rian didn't have the habit of spitting out what was in his mouth. He continued to input magic power, and the souls of the four people quickly turned into souls and put them on the ground.
Picking up the soul child, put it in his pocket, and then Lean entered the box world.
He has some ideas that he needs to communicate with Anderson.
Anderson is talking to An Lina at the moment. After getting the magic book, An Lina will pick up the book and read it non-stop whenever she has free time.
But the magic is so mysterious, and the book Lean gave doesn't have any notes, so it's still a bit difficult to understand it by yourself.Lien was not there, so Alina had no choice but to bravely ask the undead bone dragon.
At first, Alina thought that Anderson was as evil as the undead in the story, but after getting in touch, she realized that this was not the case. On the contrary, Alina was overwhelmed by Anderson's erudition.
And Anderson also found a trace of the joy of being a teacher in Alina.Although Lean is somewhat lacking in some experience, he who possesses the Book of Ten Thousand Laws is far better than Anderson, who escaped from the group halfway, in some respects.
Seeing Li En coming in, Alina bowed to Li En, and then turned back into the manor.Although she still had a lot of doubts in her heart that she didn't understand, she also knew that if there were no necessary matters, Rion would not come in to find Anderson at this time.
Anderson was also a little strange. Since he was summoned, Lean hadn't come to him in the middle of the night.
"Anderson, what do you think of the god of death?" Lean didn't talk nonsense, and asked the question he was most concerned about.
"Why are you asking this?" Anderson gave Lean a strange magical look.
"Damn it, why do you smell like death?" Anderson's soul fire trembled, and his words were full of shock.
"According to my previous memory, the gods of death are a group of people who occupy the latrines and don't shit. Because every creature will usher in its own death, they can harvest a large number of souls by eating and drinking every day, and thus get the gift of the world."
"It's just a pity, this is not a good job." Anderson's tone was filled with malice in an instant, "If you want to escape, the first thing to do is to fight Death God until he is convinced."
"But having said that, what exactly did you do to let the god of death put the power of death on you?"
Ryan told what he had done, causing Anderson to nod for a while.
"It's no wonder that snatching a soul from the god of death is indeed not an easy task."
"By the way, did your previous world have resurrection spells?"
"Yes." Anderson said it as a matter of course.
Now it was Ryan's turn to be silent.
"Don't you need to snatch your soul from the god of death in resurrection?"
"No." Anderson scratched his head with his paws. "After resurrection, it's not impossible to die. After death, this soul still doesn't go to the god of death. It's just that I borrowed it for a while, and I can pay some favors."
"If the resurrected person is detached, as I said just now, the first step of detachment is to beat the god of death. I don't think he has the courage to provoke a detached person."
"So in general, there is no difficulty in borrowing a soul from the god of death. But if you have a loan like you but never repay it, it is no wonder that the god of death will plant the power of death on you."
Anderson didn't expect that Lean would have such a method of tempering other people's souls to strengthen himself. This kind of spell has quite a lot of sequelae.
Thinking of this, Anderson glanced at Lean worriedly, a little unsure whether he should persuade him or not.
After all, wizards who use this method to improve their strength are basically self-willed and arrogant wizards.Is it inappropriate to go to persuade now?
Lean saw Anderson looking towards him from time to time, and after he looked over, Anderson turned his head aside, not knowing what Anderson was thinking.
"This method doesn't have any side effects, so you don't need to worry."
"That's impossible!" Anderson shouted in surprise.
He had already thought of how terrifying it would be once this method became popular.
"Don't worry, Anderson, in this world, only I know this method. Moreover, I will not let the second person know."
Anderson nodded, this method really shouldn't be known by the second person.What one person knows is top secret, what two people know is secret, and what three people know is public information.
And this method of improving strength without side effects should undoubtedly be classified as top secret, no matter how close people are, they should not tell it casually.
"Does this power of death have any effect?" Lean asked the question he wanted to ask the most when he entered the box world.
Anderson pondered for a moment, thought for a while, and said solemnly: "This is a warning. If there is a next time, the god of death can follow this power of death to find you. Moreover, the power of death is very important to living people. It's an absolute poison that will keep you unlucky."
"But everything has two sides. While it has shortcomings, it also has advantages. You can comprehend the power of death in yourself, and to a certain extent, you can even replace it."
"Although in our world, the god of death is not a good job, but in this rising main world, it is not bad to be a god of death."
Anderson suggested: "Your strength will rise with the rise of the world. When the world stops rising, you can just throw it to others."
Lien rolled his eyes, the god of death was in Anderson's mouth like a Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market, and he threw it to others if he thought it was not tasty.
"Let's not talk about the god of death for now, whether I can beat the god of death or not is another matter."
"The god of death in this world is very strange. He once made the three holy weapons of the god of death, but what surprised me is that the things made by the gods are not so weak."
"So there is a high probability that this god of death is not as strong as you imagined, and the power of death he casts on you is a good opportunity to counter-track."
"Okay, let's do this first. Is there a way to get rid of that bad luck?" Rin sighed. The power of death is good for everything, but it is not good for bringing bad luck.
The god of death is not the god of misfortune, why does it have this effect.
For a while, Lean had the idea to get rid of this power of death.For these probabilistic things, Lean has always kept a respectful distance.He is not betting on dogs, nor does he want to bet.
Anderson was silent for a moment, scratched his head with his paws, and made a tooth-piercing sound.Lien listened for a while, and suddenly felt that his teeth were too sour.
"Okay, if there is no way, then forget it."
Lean felt that if he stayed any longer, his teeth would definitely be acidified.
After returning to the manor, Li En first asked Zhinao to boil some water for himself, and took a good bath.In any case, when he thought of the unlucky thing like the power of death in his body, Lian felt like he had to wash himself off.
After washing, Lian lay down on the bed and slept until dawn.
Early the next morning, Lean got out of bed.Outside the window, Anderson had already started a new day's work, while the other nine people were also busy in the manor.
When they came to the dining room, Polita got out immediately, and after asking Ryan what he wanted to eat, he turned back to the kitchen and started working.
And Lien also took this opportunity to flip through the books about the god of death that he took out from the study.
Although most of these are legends and biographies, there may be some important information.
Half an hour later, Polita brought the breakfast, and Lean also took advantage of this time to read half of the book in his hand.As Lean expected, what this book describes are things that are well-known to the public, and everything else is all speculation.
This book is more like a collection of conjectures by the author himself than a biography, or even a storybook.
With some regret, he put down the book in his hand, picked up a spoon and ate the breakfast in his own bowl.
Today's breakfast is millet porridge with a portion of bacon. Originally, Lien wanted to eat pickles, but the manor didn't pickle them in advance, so he had to settle for the next best thing.
After breakfast, Lien finished reading the remaining half of the book, and then went to the study room full of regrets to change a book.
Although there are very few books about Reaper, thanks to the name of the Deathly Hallows, there are quite a few books in this part.
For the next two days, Lean was looking for knowledge in this area.It's a pity that the Book of Ten Thousand Laws has changed into other books, and I can't finish reading it in a while, otherwise Li En wouldn't be like this.
Putting the last book back on the shelf, Lean pressed his temple.
After reading so many books in two days, there is only one result, that is, none of the wizards who came into contact with the god of death seemed to have a good end - except for Mr. Potter's ancestors.
"Perhaps there is some mystery in that invisibility cloak." Lean said to himself.
Looking at the calendar, Christmas is just around the corner.
"Go back, I'm a little tired."
Ryan thought about it and said so.After all, although the world of boxes and tents are very comfortable, they are not my home after all, and I cannot make myself feel at ease.
Lien explained to everyone in the manor, and then left the box world.
After coming out of the box world, Lean immediately noticed something was wrong.There seemed to be the roar of wild animals around his tent, but it was lower than the normal roar.
Li En suddenly used a "Magic Vision", and as expected, three sources of magic power outside appeared in Li En's eyes.
They kept circling around Lean's tent, and from time to time rushed up to touch the tent, causing the tent's defensive magic to flash for a while.
It's just that this kind of attack is harmless to the tent's defensive spells, and it can't break through the tent at all.
And Lean's automatic machine gun forgot to add bullets after it ran out of bullets last time.So at this time, the automatic machine gun was only pointing at the three sources of magic power, but not a single bullet was fired.
Lean quietly poked his head out of the tent, and saw three strange-looking bird creatures circling his tent.
They have iron-like feathers, sharp beaks, and four claws that look sharp.
"Griffin? Hell, why is this thing here?"
Lean felt strange for a while. Logically speaking, griffins would not appear in such a cold and desolate place. Their habits made it impossible for them to survive here.
Moreover, griffins have been living in pairs since they found their mates when they were young, and there have never been three together.
But the facts were in front of Li En's eyes, and the three griffins really appeared in front of Li En.
After thinking for a while, Lean, who didn't figure it out, could only attribute it to the bad luck brought about by the inexplicable power of death on his body.
But now there is no other way. It seems that the three griffins have no intention of giving up, so Lean has to find a way to kill them.
Before the griffin found himself, Lean drew his head back first.
The weakness of the griffin lies in its soft abdomen. Usually when flying, they will use their four claws to protect their stomachs to avoid attacks from below.
Other places are covered by his iron-like feathers, which cannot be pierced by ordinary magic.
But would it be ordinary magic that Lean released?
Coming out of the tent, Lean immediately attacked the three griffins.
Three arc-shaped silk threads flashing red flew towards the griffin, and one of them reacted quickly and spread its wings in time, wanting to fly into the sky.
But the speed was not fast enough, four feet were cut off by the silk thread, and the heads of the other two were cut off by the silk thread.
The griffin that was still alive raised its neck, roared, and sped up to the sky.
Scarlet blood dripped continuously along the limbs, staining the entire snow field red.
Not far away, a piercing scream came.
Lean looked and found a Muggle wearing heavy clothes was slumped on the ground, staring stupidly at the griffin in the sky, his mouth was still opening and closing, as if talking about something.
"Headache." Li En covered his face with a slap, and suddenly felt that this God of Death would be better than changing his job to become the God of Misfortune.
Another spell knocked down the wobbly griffin flying in mid-air, and Lian came to the Muggle with a flash.
Before the Muggle could say anything, Lean had already used "Forget Nothing" to modify his memory.
Then he used the cleansing spell to clean up the dirt and snow that he had just sat on the ground, and finally cleaned up the griffin's body.
Seeing everything restored to its original state in front of him, Lean nodded in satisfaction, and then an apparition came to his hut in the forest.
The hut is still the same, there is no fallen leaf in front of the door, it seems that Pudding often comes back to clean it.
Raising his hand, he temporarily opened a passage on the defensive circle, and Lien walked into the home he had been away for half a year.
Everything in the hut is extremely clean, without a trace of dust.Nothing has changed, even Lean himself left yesterday.
(End of this chapter)