175. Chapter 175 – Consider it.
Chapter 175: Consider This
“…… Anyway, that’s it, she doesn’t know why she came back to life.”
Ashitsuki concluded thus.
She looked expectantly at the young man in front of her, always feeling that the answer would be on the other side.
Heine, on the other hand, looked at her with interest.
“You actually have a talent for being a necromancer.”
“What?”
“I said before that you have special abilities based on two reasons. The first is that you’ve been using the Blight Bow for a long time without being affected by it, and the second is that you’re actually able to detect the faint changes in blighted creatures when their life force is being extracted, which ordinary tree herders can’t do.”
Ashitsuki immediately revealed an offended look.
“But doesn’t your skeleton also have access to that dagger? Besides, what does the perception of life force have to do with necromancers? That’s clearly the talent of a tree herder!”
Heine laughed, “Firstly, my skeleton itself is an undead creature, and it also has a high shadow affinity, so it naturally has no fear of the power of a mere blight.
“Second, what is life force? It’s the antithesis of death energy. The two are inherently interdependent, so the law comes from the same source… don’t you think summoning tree people is similar to summoning undead?”
“You are blaspheming, blaspheming against the elves.”
Gray Moon was adamant:
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
“Well, then I’ll ask another way. What color do you see it and her?”
He pointed to the silver ogre flower resting spread out on the ground, and the silver Kaena on his own shoulder.
“Silver.” Graymoon replied.
“What about Daelin?”
“She’s not like them, she’s translucent ……”
“She also doesn’t look like a green wandering spirit summoned by a necromancer right?”
Gray Moon nodded.
Heine: “Although I’ve never seen a soul body in her state either, I can tell you unequivocally that any magical equipment of level five or above, if it emerges with a soul that possesses self-consciousness, it will also look like her.”
Gray Moon frowned, “You mean …… this dagger has now become a level five magic weapon?”
“You could say that.”
“…… How is that possible? Wouldn’t that mean that every piece of magical equipment has a living soul on it?”
“It’s nice of you to think so, you’ve heard of the Bow of Sighs, right?”
“Of course, there can’t be any elf hunter who hasn’t heard of it.”
Heine: “Katie Jemitislia, also known as a member of the Winds of Sighs family, you more than likely know her as well.
“According to my guess, the Winds of Sighs family’s eventual endgame when they returned to the Valley of Mourning Wood with Quirkus, the root of the ancestral wood, was that the family was neatly turned into equipment.
“In the case of that feather – the Tweed Whisper – for example, Ms. Katie herself told me that she had witnessed many battles, though she had always lived a muddled life, just as this Ms. Daelin’s vague memories.
“In other words, piggybacking on the soul – this namely is the characteristic of magical equipment. The mages of the House of Veritas have an entire industrial chain to mass produce these, but you are different.
“The magical equipment of the elves all come from the sacrifices of the powerful, and based on my guess and the state of the elves today, either the process has mostly been lost, or you have not grasped the laws of it either …… and you have a coincidence in front of you for once.”
He looked at Daelin anew.
“She was parasitized by the Queen of Thorns and turned into one of their kind, but retained her sanity, which is why she was freed by Jianglu herself ……
“The process met the requirements for the birth of a magical weapon, her soul should have been transferred to the dagger along with all of the tainted blood, but because of the special nature of the Blight Mark, it was only partially completed.”
Gray Moon’s eyes twinkled.
Just like when Jiang Yuyao faced the secret of the Shapeshifter, she was also staggered by this series of fierce materials thrown out by Heine.
Elven magical weapons were indeed as he said, few and precious.
And it was true that each piece of equipment was closely related to the past of a certain person or family.
As tempting as it was to call it a conspiracy theory, it sounded so reasonable ……
“And then what?” She couldn’t help but ask.
Heine continued, “The so-called ‘part’ is only the transfer of consciousness, which is the same as planting a seed, and you should have observed its entire process from sprouting to blossoming, right?”
Gray Moon nodded with difficulty.
But then she wondered, “But why did you need my blood in the end?”
“Because it’s essentially a necromancy spell as well, and it’s called the ‘Flesh and Blood Remodeling Ritual’.”
Heine said with slight emotion.
The last time this spell had been mentioned was the night of the reentry into the Burial Ground.
Hunter Gittler had used this very spell to victimize Dean Gare.
“Sacrificing flesh or bones to the legendary skinning twins in exchange for one’s removal from the earth, you inadvertently accomplished this ritual. “Souls must not be seen straight, embodiment such as Daelin’s requires a vehicle, the drop of blood you gave is the total weight of her current body, light as a feather.”
Irony.
Ashitsuki froze and looked at Daelin, then down at her hands.
Could I really be a necromancer?
She couldn’t argue, as a hint of intimacy did come from Daelin.
Now that she thought about it, it had something to do with her own blood.
“But I’m really not a necromancer ……”
Gray Moon muttered.
She couldn’t accept this result, it was like someone had thrown a turd on her.
She felt dirty.
Heine sneered, “I don’t understand where this ‘power cleansing’ of yours comes from, you obviously can even accept the power of the Blight Bow, yet you resist the name ‘necromancer’ like this. ”
He suddenly understood Barry Gitler somewhat.
The old man couldn’t find the words to describe the ethos of the age, which he had vaguely sensed.
The “believers” of each power were strongly exclusive, seeking absolute purity.
The current situation is that the four countries are closed, lack of communication, and become more and more paranoid.
No wonder the Master of the Law can go ahead of everyone else.
Gray Moon was still fuming, and Heine had already stood up from the ogre flower.
He patted the flower’s head.
“You can understand me, right? Nod if you understand.”
It nodded vigorously.
Great, smarter than Kaena.
Heine continued, “Take me to your ‘kind’, remember, don’t jump too high this time, don’t be afraid, with me, those skeletons can’t do anything to you.”
Cannibal Flower was very touched, then grabbed him and Gray Moon and took a big step into the mist.
…
On the way, Daelin suddenly floated out, staring curiously at Heine:
“What exactly is the ‘withered scar’s specialness’? I’ve been here for so long, why haven’t I ever heard of these things? Also, are you really a necromancer?”
Heine sighed.
But if the Emerald Leaf Court had let someone from the Phee Gitil family come and study the Blight Marks, it wouldn’t have sucked as much as it did today.
“I really am a necromancer.”
He said, “You were already a parasitized soul at that point, which is equivalent to being branded and becoming part of this place. Unsurprisingly, even if you die, your soul will return here.”
Daelin looked thoughtfully at the silver cannibal flower and Kaena.
“Just like them?”
“Yes.”
“But why are they silver?”
Seeing that Gray Moon was also listening with strained ears, Heine was secretly amused.
This was standard Soulology territory, listening to it could be a real necromancer.
“Let’s put it this way, my teacher divided the soul into two parts, consciousness and soul mass, the latter being the main component of the soul, the carrier, the base of consciousness.
“The blighted creatures that are marked and return here are all consciousness. This fog, on the other hand, is like a boiling pot of soul-quality broth, which continues to tumble, providing soul-quality to the returning consciousnesses.
“This is what makes the Blight Mark so special, and why the blighted creatures can’t be killed; they are always reborn in the fog.
“But your consciousness ran away to that dagger for some reason, and the subsequent soul remodeling was accomplished in one hit and pillage of the Blight Dagger.
“That is to say, you used different ‘ingredients’ in your remodeling.”
Gray Moon finally couldn’t help but ask:
“Can you …… you also see those floating silver points of light?”
“Huh?”
Heine was truly shocked this time:
“You can even see this?”
(End of chapter)