Chapter 38 – Elemental Spirit Formation
Chapter 38 – Elemental Spirit Spell Formation
The three were wondering as Heine stood up.
Mr. Sa: “Why is Heine going up too?”
Teacher Xia: “It’s hard for an aborigine to resist the temptation of datamining their physical attributes, right, and who wouldn’t crave the panel thing.”
Mr. Sa: “That makes sense …… Speaking of which, have you guys ever wondered how Heine got stronger? He can upgrade you two, what about himself?”
Catch the Goat: “I don’t think the aborigines have the concept of upgrading, do they? They should be linearly upgraded, like in those cultivation novels, refining qi to build a foundation to break through a bottleneck or something ……”
Teacher Xia: “But we’ve leveled up, and it’s still the experience he gave us.”
Silence came out of nowhere.
All three quickly realized a fact.
If Heine could use experience value to upgrade them, then where did he get his experience from?
Or rather, since he could ‘use’ it, when did he realize the existence of ‘experience value’?
He never seemed to mention it?
No one can answer that.
Even they had never cared about it before ……
Unease began to spread.
…
“The Buried Bones actually fired you?”
Dylan took Heine’s record.
The fact that he had such a vivid expression on his face showed how shocked he was.
“What?”
Heine came over to look.
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Physical strength: 1.2
Soul strength: 1.5
Energy affinity: meta-spirit 2-
“Death Aura” is not considered a special energy, it’s accessible to individuals, so it’s not included in the test.
The other attributes don’t look very strong either.
But considering that Heine was pretty much just an ordinary person when he was dropped out of school ……
“Your physical body is equivalent to a warrior who has just reached level two, and your perception is no less than that of an ordinary level two mage …… And you actually have level two meta-spirit affinity, compared to this, those three skeletons that reveal oddities everywhere look mediocre.”
Dylan’s tone sneered.
“Don’t tell me this is how you’ve grown since you left the Buried Bones?”
“Uh ……”
At this hesitation from Heine, Dylan’s face instantly changed.
“What, does it mean ……”
“I find that unbelievable too.”
Heine looked towards the three skeletons with a somewhat complicated tone.
“Ever since I summoned those two skeletons, many weird things have happened to me ……”
He started from killing the wolf and Hunter that night, and one after another, he recounted all the recent “gaining experience”.
He focused on describing (making up) the terrible, agonizing heat, saying it was as if he was going to boil himself.
In front of the premier necromancer expert in the Makara Mountain region, he was like a patient suffering from a hidden disease that he couldn’t talk about, finally letting out the secret that had been inside him for a long time.
Everything was to get the way of salvation from him.
Dylan was first shocked, then shocked, and finally still shocked.
Shock numbed all.
He had been a necromancer for so long, and his ancestors were all necromancers, where had he heard of such a thing?
He also recalled the false sweat on the other party’s forehead yesterday, as well as that moment of unnaturalness.
His mind was enlightened.
So it was because of this ……
After this confession ended, Heine said in a relieved tone:
“Just yesterday, after Oswell’s death, this feeling came back ……
“It was stronger than any other time, nearly bursting me, and I even suspected it was a punishment.”
“Punishment?”
“Yes. Every growth I’ve had has been accompanied by killing, it was as if it was a form of plunder …… to get something from someone else.
“Like a carnivore that swallows fresh meat to help itself grow, I grew a little stronger through the burning pain, but ……”
Dylan: “But what?”
“It’s getting stronger one at a time, and the way it’s growing, I might not make it through the next one …… What do I do?”
In the end Heine’s body was only an eighteen year old teenager.
The panic and helplessness he exuded at this moment was just right.
…
Although the three couldn’t understand Dylan’s words, it didn’t matter what he said in this conversation.
It was enough that they could understand Heine’s lines.
In the silence, Catch the Goat was the first to speak.
He did so with a hint of guilt.
“I didn’t expect the process of gaining experience to be so thrilling, bringing far more shock than surprise to the aborigine, he actually has been enduring this fear ……”
Teacher Xia: “We should have thought of this, this kind of instantaneous elevation is bound to be accompanied by pain, muscle growth is still a process of tearing and repairing yet.”
Mr. Sa: “Say nothing more, actually suspecting my big brother, I really hate to smack myself in the mouth.”
Mr. Xia: “How about I help you? Anyway, buddy now has a plump persona, it’s not a big deal to move a little.”
Mr. Sa: “You can get lost.”
…
Instead of thinking like that, they make Heine feel a little guilty.
Wasn’t it overacting?
Never mind, the big deal was to give the three of them a few more pieces of equipment in the future.
Players should all love this, right?
As for Dylan in front of him, his thoughts were all over the place.
His first reaction was one of frenzy, surprise, wanting to cut the guy open and look at him ……
Then quickly dismissed the thought.
In terms of the difference in strength between the two right now, it was still uncertain who would dissect who.
This was followed by a faintly touched feeling.
Nowadays there are actually necromancers who can hold a sense of guilt for plundering ……
This was very valuable to someone who had been emotionally paralyzed by the death aura.
A necromancer was a profession that touched death in order to survive.
So the end of a necromancer’s life is not death, but numbness.
He wanted to comfort Heine, but it felt awkward to say anything.
Suddenly, he thought of the other party’s mention of seeing “silver threads” under the pupils of the dead.
Wait ……
Second level meta-spirit affinity ……
Dylan suddenly stood up:
“You’re coming with me to the cellar.”
“Huh?”
…
The group headed downstairs to the cellar. From the first second they stepped into the place, Heine’s “Silver Phalanx Radar” went off.
He was hesitating to turn on the pupils of the dead when Dylan spoke.
“Life and death are visible.”
Reassured, Heine followed, and sure enough, he saw a vague but familiar silver-colored spell.
It wasn’t as clear as the one in the chamber of the lord’s mansion, but it was much better than the one buried deep under his family’s cellar.
“What is this?” He asked.
“A meta-spirit spell.” Dylan replied.
“The manor has been burglarized a total of three times since I can remember, and none of them were weak.
“Each time they came to this cellar, some taking the dirt, others digging down the bricks.
“My father, my father’s father, did nothing about it, as if it were some kind of tacit approval.
“It wasn’t until I became a necromancer, too, that I realized they couldn’t really take anything with them.”
Dylan’s palms, covered in white bone, dug into the ground with ease, lifting shovelfuls of dirt.
However the lines outlining the spell were not destroyed by this.
“The spell came from below, and no one knows exactly how deep it is.
“My father says it’s a meta-spirit spell formation, and only those who can use it know exactly what it does.”
“Why?” Heine asked.
Normally spell formations could be judged for their purpose by their rune style and structure.
Dylan grinned, “That’s what I asked him.”
Heine: “……”
Good for you Dylan Gitler, you take advantage of people even with your poker face!
Dylan: “He said because the meta-spirit is what makes up the foundation of this world.”
That’s a sentence Heine had seen in a textbook, but that’s all it was.
“The meta-spirits are everywhere, and they can’t be captured. They are omnipotent and yet useless.”
Heine frowned, “What kind of answer is that?”
“That’s what I asked at the time.”
“……”
Dylan grinned a slightly intimidating smile.
He clearly enjoyed ethical comedy.
“At the time, he pointed to the Bloodservants of the Manor and told me that the Genii were like those people. Without them, I probably wouldn’t even have dinner, but then again, they’re all useless.
“They can’t teach me spells, they can’t help me with my alchemical experiments, but they can help me with my books, help me prepare my materials, they’re important and unimportant.
“What purpose they serve depends on my needs, and if I have no needs, they don’t exist.
“So the metamagic is not built, it becomes specific as the user’s wish is granted.”
Heine pondered.
He suddenly remembered how he felt when he was sneaking around:
Directly telling the meta-spirit “You hide me.”
No wonder he learned so quickly.
“As for this spell.”
Dylan said, “Matt studied it once a long time ago. He got a book from the Lion King Trading House on studying psionics, and I advised him not to try it, that it was probably a plot by the gang from the House of Veritas, but he wouldn’t listen.
“He and two of his own assistants laid out corpses here and then performed the summoning, only to have one die on the spot and the flesh of the remaining two contaminated to varying degrees.”
As if thinking of something, Heine blurted out, “So the assistant who survived ……”
“He took the bloodworm to the hunting grounds to assassinate George that day and didn’t come back.”
Sure enough!
Heine instantly understood.
That assistant was blown to pieces by Arthur, which was why he took it to summon General Sa.
No wonder there were silver spots on that …… that was some kind of contamination.
“You seem to have thought of something?” Dylan asked with interest.
“What about Matt’s body?”
“I shipped it back, why, are you interested?”
Heine nodded.
He told of the origins of the Sa General, and of the cellar of his house.
Dylan had been so generous, it was kind of pointless for him to hide it.
Dylan gave a look of “I see”.
He was actually guessing that from the start.
The two immediately went to Matt’s alchemy lab on the second floor and brought back a corpse with only black bones left.
“Begin.”
Dylan stared at him intently, afraid to miss a single detail.
Heine nodded and turned on the pupils of the dead.
Sure enough, Matt had the same silver spots on his body.
And on such a complete phalanx, the intertwined threads had wrapped around it without waiting for Heine to summon it.
This was much more enthusiastic than at home.
“Did you see that?” He asked.
Dylan frowned, “See what?”
Heine then described what he saw.
Dylan shook his head, surprised, “So the spell formation is so clear to your eyes? All I saw were some flickering silver lines.
“It looks like it has something to do with the genjutsu affinity as well, those genjutsu don’t want to be seen by me, so try summoning them.”
“Good.”
Heine softly recited the incantation, and the silver lines on Matt’s body instantly bloomed like a cocoon of light!
However, the silk threads did not root into the ground, but crawled towards Heine’s feet ……
It quickly wrapped around his calf and worked its way upwards.
The feeling was subtle, as if Heine had established a connection with the body in front of him.
But it was an empty corpse!
He waited a few seconds, and nothing happened.
The filaments retracted after the connection was severed, and Matt’s body remained untouched.
Just then, however, Heine clearly felt an emotion coming from the spell.
It came from those metahumans ……
“Wrong~ Wrong~ Wrong~”
(End of chapter)