Chapter 626 The Staff of the Grand Arcanist
The secret construction site of Ravenclaw's tower in the Black Lake, in the room where the three arches of the rotunda connect to the pool of blood, Alan Harris gently shakes his slender fingers with pale skin like a dead man, meticulously sculpting A temporary round stone door full of runes closed silently and locked itself.
In a lack of light environment - forgetting to turn on the lighting is already a common thing for the two wizards with dark vision.
Allen, whose eyesight was not affected by the environment, walked towards the blood pool with ease. The blue flame in the center of the blood pool made the surroundings a little brighter, making it very conspicuous in the dark environment. The moist air moisturised his skin as usual, and carried an uncomfortable smell of blood. Obviously, the flesh and blood living in this special environment began to squirm because of the wizard's arrival, and their wounds that could never heal were still leaking blood and tissue fluid.
And Ravenclaw had already been in this room. She didn't change out of her pajamas, she was still wearing that blue gauze dress, and the corners of the skirt fluttered like waves.
Allen walked forward with a smile, and found that the smell of blood was replaced by a strange aroma. Before greeting the witch, he inhaled a few times in front of several metal censers with incense next to her—— Then he found that the smell he had just smelled was not only from the censer, but from the blood smell on and around the witch, and the mixture of hyena leaves burning in the censer and fairy wings-removing the fairy wings would not make the witch They die, but they will be very angry with their vanity.
Sensing Alan's approach, Ravenclaw removed the mithril staff that had been completely eroded by shadows from the five-headed dragon bracket next to her. Carved with spells filled with runes learned from Netheril scrolls.
"Let's talk when we're done, don't be distracted," Ravenclaw said to the wizard.
Allen nodded. He found an empty incense burner from the sundries around the witch, threw a few handfuls of dragon claw powder into it, and added the branches of the guardian tree—this is a magical sorbet tree that will protect people who touch the witch. It trunks people from attacks by dark creatures.
After Alan lit them with his fingers, he walked to the corner of another pentagram cluster that did not imprison any creatures on the ground next to the dementor, and then carefully poured the ash into these lines drawn with mithril Go up—some unappetizing smell hangs in the air.
Allen could feel his mind being "invigorated" by the dragon's claw powder, which would keep his mind sharp for the next few hours. Then, he began to chant the incantation, and started the summoning ceremony—a guy in the gate of the other world who looked bigger than the average deep hell fiend was pulled out by an invisible force and locked in Enchanted.
This bloody devil—judging from the chaotic power emanating from the blood, the owner of this blood should be the devil from the bottomless abyss.
"Wizard, where did you know my name? What do you want?" The devil looked at the confinement circle and asked impatiently after realizing his situation: "Information, knowledge, or treasure? Tell me , so that I can finish the errand and go back quickly, I am commanding my troops to fight the bloody demons and have no time to ink with you."
"Excuse me for a moment, I think we will end soon." Alan, who has already had many experiences in contact with the devil, has completely ignored the terrifying evil aura of the other party. He slightly smiled at the imprisoned devil. He bowed to express his apologies, then raised his palm, grasped it in the void, and held the long mithril stick that seemed to be absorbing the surrounding light so black, while a dementor in the imprisonment circle next to him was struggling. It flew over, but no matter what, it couldn't get rid of Allen's restraint.
The devil, who is good at word games, realized that the hidden meaning of his summoner's lines and the actions of the other party were not right, so he gave up the negotiation and started rushing towards Allen - and then hit the invisible force field , After a loud noise, he was bounced back and fell to the ground.
Allen, who believed in the power of his additionally strengthened confinement circle, ignored the movement of the pit demon general. He waved his arm casually, and the dementor caught by him fell silent for an instant without making any sound. Splitting without breath, the cloak it wears is completely separated from the rotting skin soaked in water, the disgusting flesh, and the bones of the body. There is no trace of rotten flesh left on those gray smooth bones. Under the light of the medium-blue flame, it glows faintly.
Ravenclaw also came over and began to help. She used magic to take out the spine from the remaining skeleton of the dementor, and removed the excess ribs, leaving only the whole curved spine.
Then the two focused on engraving runes. With precise magic control and tacit cooperation, they carved densely packed magic runes on the spine bones of the dementor. After all the bones and spines were carved, pull Wenclaw no longer looked at the skeleton, but turned around and approached the blood pool. Allen began to control the thing that looked like a bone centipede to climb up the black mithril stick. When it was in the right position, The bony spurs protruding densely like centipede feet on both sides of the spine began to close together in rows, wrapping the mithril staff tightly like a comb.
Seeing Allen turn around, the devil realized that something was wrong, it rushed over again, but also failed. Its resentment and malice know no bounds, and if it follows its will, it will jump up thousands of times—but Alan has already used the Arcane Hand ability to lock the devil's throat in the air and lift it up in the air. Get up, let the devil move to the edge of the confinement circle, and then use the specially strengthened scalpel tied around his waist to cleanly cut open the devil's skin and flesh that can resist damage, let those highly corrosive The blood flowed out - under Ravenclaw's control, this foul acid-like liquid flowed into a huge pottery tank of special quality.
"Cough...wait, wizard...what do you want...let me go, I can give you...anything." The devil's indistinct begging voice came from the chained throat due to his strong desire to survive. It came out, and then it saw that the wizard was unmoved, and he said, "You know... my lord Bayer will not... let you go!"
"Amon, who do you think gave me your name?" Ravenclaw's light voice came over, making the devil's eyes widen in despair, and the witch continued to add: "Your master Bayer Much like you, they all started as a trembling, mindless lemur, relied on their own tricks, hard work and cruelty to climb up the hard way, and finally promoted to the position of a fiend in the deep hell, and successfully became a A devil general. The difference is that he was appreciated by Zariel, the Grand Duke of Avernas on the first floor of Baator Hell at that time, and finally successfully launched a coup to overthrow it, and then successfully became a monster with The unique form of the Devil Grand Duke—and you have won the attention and vigilance of your lord with your pretty good military exploits and reputation...so I have this cooperation with him, and we can get what we need..."