Chapter 7: Psychic
Chapter 7 The Psychic
Down the stone door was a deep, narrow path.
Heine, with his good sense of direction and his familiarity with the buildings of the Burial Ground, quickly realized that it was a large loop along the foundations of the church to the door of the utility room where he entered the academy.
The smell of blood spilled out before he even stepped inside.
Heine pulled out a key and opened the door, behind which was a situation that had the appearance of purgatory.
The broken limbs and corpses of people were piled up into two small mountains on the ground, part flesh and part bone.
Dirty clothes, hair, and blood on the floor spread into a thick layer of dark brown paste, flies buzzed about, and rats crawled by.
“Holy fuck ……”
Mr. Summer was the first to let out a gasp.
“So exciting? It’s a good thing I’m a skeleton, or else I’d probably yue out ……”
“It’s the flesh and blood remodeling ceremony.” Sheep Catch added, “Offering three times as much bone and three times as much flesh for the Skinned Twins in exchange for one person shedding their bones, which is a precursor to becoming a Witch Demon.”
“Too specialized Goat, does Scarlet Dawn still have to memorize this?”
“No, I realized at that time that there was a problem with this ritual. The wet weight of human bones only accounts for 5-10% of the human body, but the bone to flesh ratio of this ritual is 1 to 1. If the sacrifice is an equivalent exchange and follows the conservation of matter, then this bone is obviously added too much, and after remodeling it won’t become a white bone master?”
“Awesome, Brother Goat, worthy of being a senior egg hatching student!”
“Hatching eggs a ghost ah, this junior high school biology level well ……”
Heine did not stand and listen, he opened the pupil of the dead in the foggy dead air and found the anvil that faintly emitted blood light.
This anvil is very evil, about ten centimeters thick, covered with hacking marks, but the blood is like dewdrops on the lotus leaves rolled down, not the slightest stain.
The edges of the anvil were studded iron cladding with a groove right in the center and a pull ring on the back, just enough to make a shield handle.
Though the skeleton did not breathe, Heine felt the sheep behind him “hold their breath.”
He was nervous.
Heine empathized hard.
He himself had been so apprehensive when he stood before Illidan’s body.
He drew out his anvil and surveyed it in mock amazement, suddenly looking at Catch the Goat’s empty right hand.
Pretending to think ……
Sudden realization ……
Decision made!
“Here, try this.”
“Great!”
Catch the Goat excitedly took the cutting board.
The anvil, which Heine could only flip with two hands, was light as a cushion in his hands.
Not waiting for him to look away, Heine picked up the heavy chopper again.
“Almost forgot about this, it’s Hunter’s treasure, take it.”
Catching Goat excitedly threw down his sword and took the knife.
The knife was about forty centimeters long, and the blade took up two thirds of it, dark and narrow, with a hidden blood light surrounding it.
“I’m complete!”
If it wasn’t for the fear of scaring Heine, he would have to perform a blade and shield unification high and low, GP defense!
“Go.”
Heine picked up his longsword and greeted the two men as they left, and before he left he threw a flask.
Unsurprisingly this was a ritual aimed at Headmaster Gare, and there was enough wood and grease in the storage room to burn through it all.
……
Half an hour later, Heine completed a cursory search with the two skeletons, which was largely unproductive.
At this point, the academy was still a long way from becoming a replica, and except for the miserable state of the storage room, the rest of the place was indistinguishable from weekdays.
But for the other two, it was considered a return trip to their hometown, and there were surprises everywhere.
“…… This place was supposed to be a trap.”
“…… I’m surprised this lab isn’t bristling with monsters.”
“…… This this this, Goat Brother Yifu Dangan Name Scene, Lavatory God of War!”
“…… I’m always worried about brushing a ghost out in the corridor.”
The two men’s every word was a cozy memory of the game, but in Heine’s mind it was an eerie scene.
The last stop was the principal’s office.
The door was unlocked, and everything was calm and not quite normal.
The two were still whispering about whether or not the boss was going to be pulled out for a fight when Heine pushed the door straight open.
A porcupine-like monster with morose white bone spines on its back was ambling around.
In the vision of the Deadman’s pupil, the dead aura melted into his body like a hundred rivers into the sea.
This is an irreversible undead aberration, one is still a step too late ……
Hearing a loud noise, it raised its head, revealing a terrifying face with protruding bones, vaguely resembling Principal Gare.
Heine almost freed his restraints to let the two charge, but Garey’s eyes cleared and he stopped his thoughts.
It wasn’t the first time Heine had seen the old man, and he remembered that look. Gare narrowed his eyes for a long moment before recognizing the man in front of him.
“Heine? What a surprise it’s you.”
“I didn’t expect you to be like this either.”
“It’s horrible isn’t it?”
Garey set down his pen and pulled a smile that was worse than tears.
“The ceremony was interrupted, did you do that? Where’s Hunter?”
“Dead.”
Garey was stunned at first, then sighed, “I was mistaken, I thought all your talents were in making money. This is your skeleton …… hmm?”
Against the silver-white ghost fire in the skeleton’s eyes, his gaze froze.
He suddenly got up, and the bone spikes behind him rested on the ground, making a rustling friction sound.
Immediately, Heine released part of her bonds and took a half step back, hiding behind the undead.
“I mean no harm.”
Gare waved his hand and extended his right hand.
“I assume you have this as well?”
Heine’s pupils shrunk, the other man actually had a mark on his wrist that was the same as his.
“This is ……”
“I’m guessing you were also planted with the soul-repelling curse by Hunter, everything about it is written in the suicide note, read it yourself later, now talk to me about your skeleton – while I’m still awake.”
The old man’s gaze was pleading, and Heine agreed after a slight hesitation.
He briefly recounted what he had seen of the silver thread and the summoning process, and how the two had behaved along the way.
“…… I had a suspicion after the battle with Old Hunter ended, my skeletons seem to retain a portion of their fighting consciousness, especially if I slightly released my grip on the bindings, their performance was simply better than that of seasoned mercenaries.”
“Is that so? ……”
Garey pondered.
By this time the two had blown up.
Mr. Natsu: “Damn, I’m still caught!”
“Reasoning should have been discovered a long time ago, the necromancer’s initial minion is struggling to kill a chicken …… We’re obviously advanced goods.”
“It looks like it won’t turn into bone meal, guess what he’s talking to the boss about?”
“Ask us if we are considered SSR, and then the two sick friends talk about curses, this is good, in the future, do not have to pretend to be too stupid.”
“That’s true.”
Heine was satisfied with the reaction of the two men, he had originally planned to gradually show that he realized and accepted the fact that the undead had self-awareness, but Garey had given him a good step.
The principal spoke up.
“There are not only wandering souls in the Underworld, but also a class of solid, strong individuals called ‘Essence Souls’, who retain some of their memories from before they were born, and possess an intelligence similar to that of a human being.
“Necromancers who can summon Essence Souls are often invisible to Wandering Souls, and are also known as ‘psychics’; the first Gitil himself was a psychic, but the lineage has long since been broken.
“These two skeletons of yours are obviously Essence Souls, and you are also a psychic. The Repulsive Soul Curse has locked onto your location, and there may be constant trouble coming your way in the future.”
Heine asked, “Will essence souls possess their own consciousness? Will they betray the psychic?”
Gare shook his head, “I can’t answer that.”
“And how does the curse affect me?”
“It has no effect on you.”
Heine was instantly relieved.
It was good that there was no effect, and as for man-made troubles, he wasn’t worried about the soldiers.
Suddenly, Gare’s body was hunched over, trembling violently, and a chaotic hissing sound was emitted.
Catch the goat took a step forward to block Heine behind him, and the anvil leaped in his hand.
Mr. Summer also wordlessly circled around to Garay’s flank, his dagger dropping away at his fingertips.
“Not yet!”
Heine was too busy calling the two to a halt.
After a dozen seconds or so, Gare recovered slightly, and he raised his head, a bloodthirsty red light having appeared in his eyes by now.
“I can’t hold out much longer ……”
He grabbed the paper bag he had organized on the table and threw it at Heine.
“Everything I have to say is in here, give them to old Severn.
“Then, have your skeleton kill me.”
Heine stood in awe.
Without hesitation, he decisively gave the order:
“Do it!”
(End of chapter)