Chapter 53 Brotherhood
Carrying equipment purchased with the saved money from the underworld, two skeletons, one tall and one short, left the "Novice Village" and headed towards the human town in the south.
In order to conceal their tracks, they even looted two bed sheets from a dilapidated hotel at the foot of the mountain and put them on as cloaks, which at least reduced the shocking distance of the "fright halo".
Of course, whether it is effective or not depends on one's own opinion.
There is also a saying in the surface world that the undead wearing clothes are more terrifying than those without clothes.
Not long after the two skeletons left the inn, a horse-drawn covered carriage hurriedly arrived near the inn and just passed by them.
In the caravan.
The man sitting on the wooden board at the end vaguely saw something, turned back to face the car, and muttered nervously.
"Boss... I seemed to have seen something just now, it seemed... a ghost?"
And it seemed that they were ghosts wearing cloaks and disguising themselves as humans! When everyone heard this, they felt a chill on their backs, and their anus tightened.
"Undead?!"
"Here?! Are you sure?"
"I'm... not sure." The fierce-looking man showed a timid expression on his face, "Maybe it's an illusion."
As the saying goes, people with a guilty conscience are particularly afraid of ghosts.
A guy like him who doesn't pray well, doesn't cling to Saint Sith when necessary, and sells his soul to the devil every now and then, is most afraid of those half-dead things.
There was a lot of discussion in the caravan.
Only the leader of the group, Jack, the boss of the Viper Gang, had a gloomy face and remained silent.
He knew better than anyone else present that what had just happened was not an illusion at all, and his little brother had indeed seen something.
After all, he had been doing business with the Necromancer recently, and they were even in the Necromancer's territory at the moment.
Jack thought that one day he would be exposed, but he never thought that day would come so soon.
Rather than letting these guys talk nonsense when they go back, it is better for us to take the initiative and shut them up completely.
Thinking of this, he finally made up his mind. After the caravan stopped, he called his younger brother who was driving the car over from the front, closed the curtain of the caravan, and then took out a video crystal.
"Listen... In our line of work, we always deal with all kinds of people, and if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. One day, we will become like this."
Seeing the boss suddenly become serious, everyone was stunned. They looked at each other and guessed what the boss was going to say to them.
Jack paused for a moment and cast his eyes on the wounded man lying on the stretcher in the middle of the caravan.
The guy's name was Lumier, and he was his right-hand man. The young man had been working for him since he was sixteen, and now he was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but at this moment he was dying like a decrepit old man.
And all this happened because yesterday, when they were handing over goods at Blackwater Port, they were attacked by mermaid raiders!
In an attempt to save himself, the brave young man took a harpoon from a Mermaid Marauder in the chest.
That guy is probably the leader of the mermaids, or a tribal warrior or something like that.
Although the fork did not injure any vital organs, his wounds would not heal.
Not only that, as time went by, he aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Because they were injured in smuggling, they could not go to the church of St. Six to receive treatment from the priest. It was not a question of money, but they could not pass the oath.
Although there are black clinics in the underground streets of Thunder City that serve people like them, those guys who are alchemists and herbalists are helpless against this kind of damage that comes with a curse.
It was not only Lumire who was weakened, but also his heart, which was not very pious to begin with.
He had no shortage of money or strength, but he had never felt so weak... that he couldn't even save a loyal young man.
At this moment, the words of an old alchemist unexpectedly awakened him——
'This kind of wound can only be healed by servants of Saint Sith and those who feed on evil.'
A man who feeds on evil...
He just happened to know such an adult.
"Lumière is a good boy. He was badly injured protecting me, but we can't send him to Saint Sis's church."
"Perhaps in the eyes of Saint Sis's servants, people like Lumire have brought this upon themselves. People like us have brought this upon ourselves. If we had honestly paid taxes to the lords, honestly worked in their manors, and honestly been docile sheep...tragedies like today would not have happened."
"But I still want to say that not everyone is born in the sunshine, and not everyone can have enough food and clothing just by repeating what Saint Sissi said, and even the air they exhale in the morning is just."
"Some people are born in dark corners, and they have to fight for a chance to survive... Just like Lumier, like you, and me. Since we were born in the underground street, we can only live in the underground street. I don't think this is a shame. Even if it is a shame, it is not our shame, but the shame of everyone."
"Since the Holy Light cannot shine on every corner of Thunder City, he should at least allow those rats who were born in the gutter to live in their own way, or he should not let us come into this world."
The caravan was as quiet as ever, with only the deliberately suppressed rhythm of breathing remaining.
All pairs of eyes were focused on Jack, some were stunned, some were thoughtful, and some were confused.
Finally someone broke the silence, speaking in a trembling voice.
"...Boss, what do you want to say?"
Someone started a conversation and soon someone else took up the conversation.
“We’ll always support you… You don’t have to beat around the bush like this.”
Seeing his men being so honest, Jack felt ashamed of his dirty thoughts for a moment.
He actually wanted to get hold of something against them.
but--
No matter how ashamed he was, he still had to do what he had to do.
There is no other reason.
He couldn't afford the risk of being betrayed, and neither could the people sitting here.
Even if it was for the sake of everyone being at ease and working for him, he had to stand in the position of the person in charge and complete this indispensable ceremony. And as a sign of his sincerity, he would pray with them.
This way, he could ensure that he would not use the video solely for the purpose of threatening or blackmailing.
It will serve as their common mark! "...What I want to say is that, apart from the almighty Saint Sith, there may be someone more worthy of our loyalty."
A burly man swallowed and said in a trembling voice.
"for example?"
Jack said calmly.
"For example... the demon king who rules the underground world of Thunder City."
The devil is too far away.
Maybe the Demon King would be more suitable for them...at least that's who he communicated with through the wall.
These outrageous words shocked everyone. Even Lumire, who was lying on the ground, held his breath and looked at the man who was like a father to him in disbelief.
Jack didn't pause, but continued in a calm tone.
"I will take you to witness a miracle."
"But before that, I need you to swear an oath...even if it is temporarily against your will."
"From now on, we are no longer superiors and subordinates or masters and servants. We will believe in the same Lord. We are not just fellows of a gang, but compatriots of the same religion and brothers who are as close as brothers."
"I will treat each and every one of you like family."
Brotherhood.
He has already thought of a name for the new organization.
…
The Demon King's Magic Workshop.
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Luo Yan was looking through the notes he had taken during his classes at Demon King Academy when he suddenly sneezed for no reason.
He has been sneezing a lot recently, and he doesn't know who is sneezing him behind his back.
Arachnos? That guy probably doesn't have that kind of intelligence. Cave spiders are usually satisfied with just a hole. I should have satisfied her.
Little devil? Maybe...
He had been in the Demon King Academy for three years, but he still didn't fully understand how their brain circuits worked. He only heard from Professor Lilith that those little guys were keen on playing pranks.
Whether intentional or unintentional.
If conditions permit, Luo Yan would like to study the two little demons, but right now he has more important things to do, which is to prepare for the upcoming battle.
Earlier, during his communication with Youyou, he learned an important clue.
Supernatural powers are essentially the same thing.
If that's the case, then why can't he use the Dragon God Sect's "qi" power and dragon language magic? When dealing with magic-resistant melee units like the Earth Dragon Clan, the effect of spell damage is relatively limited.
If conditions permit, he would like to try the "enemy's" fighting style.
However, just as Luo Yan put his idea into action and tried to inject his extraordinary power into the meridians of his body in the form of "qi", a tearing pain suddenly spread throughout his body, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
"Healing..."
He quickly interrupted the attempt and cast a healing spell on himself, finally suppressing the burning and tearing sensation.
It hurts! It hurts so much!
Luo Yan glanced at the attribute panel and found that his HP had been reduced by 800 points! Fortunately, his physical attribute was 14.
If it were an ordinary wizard, he would probably be "near death" on the spot.
Looking at Luo Yan's chaotic attempts, Youyou anxiously ran around him.
"Master Demon King... You can't inject elemental power into your body. Besides, mixing such a mess of elements together is very dangerous!"
"It's okay, I controlled the rhythm well." Luo Yan took a deep breath, sat on the bed and entered a meditative state. After calming down, he said thoughtfully, "Elemental power? I see..."
Yoyo is his godhead.
As an independent existence outside of the "mortal world", it can see things that he cannot see, such as the "code" behind the "texture"... just like the debug mode of a game.
From its perspective, the extraordinary power that he injected into his body was not "qi", but still the power of elements! And all the messy elements were stuffed into it at once! Obviously, although he imagined the existence of "qi", his understanding of "qi" still could not get rid of the mage's subjective intuition.
So when he constructed the entire "ritual", he still called upon the codes about elemental power written by the gods of elements, and even incorporated the dark energy of the god of the underworld.
It's like a person who lives at the equator all year round has a different understanding of rain than someone who lives in the frigid zone.
Even if you imagine the same rainstorm, the image that appears in your mind will be in different shapes.
However, if the wrong code is applied in the wrong place, it will cause corresponding backlash!
The academic explanation for this situation in hell is "the punishment of the ungodly."
This means that the essence of a spell is a kind of prayer, and if the person who prays is distracted when chanting the spell, he will be punished by the gods! But now, Luo Yan has made a new discovery! "It has nothing to do with piety itself... The risk of using magic across systems does not come from the wrath of the gods, but from the caster's own inability to overcome the obstacles of the subconscious, so that when using a specific spell, he mistakenly calls on incompatible magic elements!"
For example, in the magic phrases, "cool the fire" and "boil the earth" are used! For example, in the function "x+y=?", (x=a, y=b) is input! "In other words, as long as you can overcome the obstacles of your subconscious mind and practice... even a wizard who does not believe in the Dragon God at all can use Dragon Language magic!"
Originally, the adventurers did not have much faith in the Dragon God.
Not to mention his players, after they had extraordinary powers, they learned to "slash" just by watching a video! Luo Yan was very excited, and quickly opened his notebook and found the dragon language spell with phonetic notation that he had copied in the library of the Demon King Academy, and then faced the candle not far away.
"Youyou, help me pay attention to the fluctuations of magic power in my body... If it is elemental power, remind me to stop casting spells until you observe energy that you have not observed before."
"receive!"
Youyou responded seriously, then moved closer to Luo Yan, carefully observing the energy flowing through him.
Under the gaze of the gods, different types of energy are clearly visible like spectral images on a thermal imager.
Recalling the previous battle with the Lizardman Priest, Luo Yan tried again and again, and according to Youyou's real-time report, he separated the mixed energy like peeling off threads of a cocoon, and tried his best to imagine himself as a giant dragon.
After failing for the Nth time, he finally began to find a way.
And the energy flowing through him gradually became different from before.
That energy was different from any other element in the world, as if it was a unique and special existence in this world! Not only did Luo Yan notice the change in his aura, but even Youyou, who was floating beside him, cried out in surprise.
"Master Demon! This time! This time is different from last time!"
Not missing this hard-earned opportunity, Luo Yan recited the long-prepared spell in a majestic tone - or rather, growled.
"Extinguish!" (Dragon)
Anger was pouring out.
That ancient and majestic voice seemed to carry a special power, causing the candle that was still burning normally a second ago to extinguish itself without wind! The power of the words and the law was exactly the majesty of the Dragon God of this world!
And at this moment——
This unquestionable majesty is being challenged and mastered by a human who has never believed in the Dragon God... Even this level of mastery is still far from being able to use it freely.
It’s not easy! It’s really not easy!
Looking at the extinguished candle, Luo Yan stood up from the bed excitedly and clenched his fists tightly.
He had tried the dragon language magic countless times but all ended in failure.
Finally it worked!!!
(End of this chapter)