Chapter 720 Thaumatology-False Immortality

This gust of wind came so quickly that Shade, unable to dodge, watched as black snowflakes hit his face. He wanted to raise his hands to cover his face, but it was too late.

At this moment, time seemed to be slowing down, and he could even clearly see the crystal clear structure of the black snowflake that was about to enter his eyes.

Time was still flowing normally. Shade, who was hit by the black snow, fell straight backwards to the ground, leaving a huge human shape on the dark snow.

Everything seemed to be moving away from him, and the snowy sky was so vast and empty. He thought of many things and people at this moment, but only for himself, he...

[Lying in the snow will catch a cold. 】

The murmur reminded me gently.

So, Shade, who was knocked down by the strong wind, stood up on the ground, patted the black snow on his body with his gloved hands, and then bent down and walked against the wind toward the distant fire:

"It really scared me just now."

The wind was still howling, and the snowflakes were flying by him, as if they were walking with him at this moment. The black snowflakes were dirty and strangely gorgeous, but Shade could deeply feel how terrifying these snowflakes, which seemed to come from the most real death, were.

"Fortunately, for me who has really died once, this death is too fake."

Strange black auras gathered from the surroundings. Because he had been exposed to death, Shade, who was immortal at the moment, understood something in a trance under the black snow in the sky:

"The false immortality turns out to be because of the existence of real death."

[The black snow symbolizes the end of everything. The messenger that leads the soul to death is walking with you at this moment. Stranger, they regard you as one of their kind, because the power of death has already flowed in your body. Immortality is a false appearance. You who have risen from the dead have witnessed your final death. 】

[Spell - false immortality, drawn by spiritual runes. 】

[Outlander, the magic is sublimated, you have obtained thaumaturgy - false immortality. 】

The spell [False Immortality] obtained from the old god [Innocent Creator] successfully sublimated after Shade came into contact with the deathly black snow.

The three-ring spirit rune [True Death] is related to [False Immortality]. Compared with the many special effects brought by the successful sublimation of the spell [Echo of Blood], [False Immortality] maintains the original effect. While requiring stronger re-traumatization to break the undead state, it only adds two small functions——

First of all, [False Immortality] is still an active thaumaturgy, but for the caster Shade, it becomes a passive permanent effect. When he suffers a fatal blow, he will automatically enter the [False Immortality] state. Of course, if you suffer another fatal injury later, you will still die.

Secondly, Shade is immune to any instant-death effects from now on.

This does not mean that Shade will not die, but that effects such as the black snow at the moment, the high-circle thaumaturgy [Finger of Death], and the ritual [Song of Death] have no effect on Shade.

High-level warlocks can also rely on their own strength to resist instant death effects, but they will also suffer physical trauma. Similarly, just because Shad is immune to instant death effects, it does not mean that he will not suffer additional damage.

He fell in the snow just now. In addition to the shock and the strong wind, the instantaneous pain also made him unable to maintain his balance. But the pain only lasted for a short time, and returned to normal when the snowflakes no longer touched the skin.

"Many strange relics have instant death effects. Now you don't have to worry about sudden death. But I didn't expect that my second sublimated ability was actually [False Immortality]. I was also expecting it to be [Time Perception]. .”

He thought about struggling to move forward against the blood, but at the same time, his right hand pierced the air beside him, and the silver moonlight sword was slowly drawn out. The black snow in the wind tried to touch the sword body, but it melted under the light of the silver moon.

In front of Shade, the walking skeletons and frozen corpses had slowly turned around.

Looking up at the direction of the bonfire flickering in the distance, Shade raised his left index finger:

"Silver Moon!"

The moment of brilliance even melted the snow under the feet, but it seemed to have become some kind of signal, and the resurrected undead poured in from all around like a tide.

The sword in his right hand swung down, cutting off the dead bones protruding under the snow layer, and his left hand left traces of light in the air, but the flying silver moon arc blade was only a drop in the bucket for the undead that came like a tide.

These undead were endowed with the power of Black Snow, which was far beyond what normal undead could compare to.

At first, Shade could still run in the snow. He used the big sword in his right hand to attack enemies who were already close, and his left hand kept slashing out silver moon slashes to attack those who tried to block the way; then, he could only walk quickly, and the big sword in his right hand continued to attack. The sword could almost touch the enemy when he swung it, and at the same time, the Silver Moon Sword summoned by the [Blade of Chaos of Time and Space] kept thrusting out from various angles; in the end, surrounded by the undead wave, he could only stand where he was, The active attack completely turned into a passive defense. In less than half a minute, the surrounding undead skeletons almost made Shade look like he was standing on a hill.

Fortunately, the evil spirits were afraid of the silver moonlight, otherwise the situation would have been more complicated.

"Roar~"

The hoarse roars of the undead were almost continuous. Under the fluttering black snowflakes, densely packed corpses pounced on Shade, and eventually completely submerged him.

But as the life ring representing the three-ring warlock appeared above the corpse tide, the golden light opened a gap in the gap in the corpse hill in a manner that melted everything.

"Feliana's Witch's Light!"

Using the spell [Leap of the Frog], he jumped high. Fortunately, no flying undead appeared for the time being. At the same time, Shade used thaumaturgy again:

"Raglai's jump!"

Stepping in the air, he moved abruptly to the gap outside the corpse hill. After landing, he ran forward quickly, while maintaining the effect of [Feliana's Witch's Light]. The golden light emitted from his body made the palms stretched out towards him or the weapons slashed at him, all in his mind. Melting in the light.

This still didn't work. The undead souls revived by the black snow continued to come in. Shade just ran a few dozen more steps before he was trapped again by the undead souls that surrounded him. But he had delayed enough time. At the bonfire in the distance, with the appearance of the thirteen golden steps, the huge orange moon actually appeared under the snow-falling sky in the daytime.

The movements of the undead group immediately became sluggish, and even the black snow floating in the sky became sparse.

The huge orange-yellow moonlight sword swept across the ground as if it was being wielded by a giant. Then, a small moon was thrown over Shade. As the moon exploded, the orange-yellow moonlight almost reflected the entire land in moonlight.

The thirteenth-ring warlock then struck, temporarily clearing the undead around Shade. Miss Bryony Olanold flew from a distance, held Shade's outstretched hand in the air, and pulled it up into the sky:

"Shadow, drive away the undead!"

Her voice was very anxious, and even she couldn't stay active in the dead valley during the black snow period for too long.

"moonlight!"

Pointing his fingertips forward, the holy silver light temporarily drove away the densely packed spirit bodies in the air. Miss Olanode hugged Shade and almost turned into a ray of light, flying back to the entrance of the library.

"oh!"

When the two of them fell into the huge hall with a bonfire lit, the thirteen golden steps that temporarily suppressed Kuroyukihime completely collapsed. Violent black snowflakes fell from the sky in a denser manner, and the undead who had lost their target roared, and the sounds one after another were particularly terrifying.

Snowflakes are becoming their armor, and the chill of death gives them more powerful weapons. But no one noticed that living people were hiding in the building. The vigilance ritual of the witch Becky Samuel of Zalas Academy not only protects them from evil, but also prevents the undead from noticing the location of the living.

"Thank you so much, Miss Olanode."

Shade stood up after falling in front of the bonfire, and at the same time pulled up the yellow-haired witch next to him.

Looking around, it seems that the place has become more dilapidated, and the clothes on Miss Becky Samuel and Miss Olanode, who are wearing round glasses, also seem to be getting more outdated.

The blazing bonfire was still swaying in the center of the empty hall, and the solid yellow moon floated above the bonfire. The clear yellow moonlight made Xia De clearly feel that his physical strength and spirit were recovering rapidly.

The witches' luggage was placed around the fire, and on the pile of old books that looked like a throne, shadows were constantly trembling on the surface of the closed shrine.

Miss Samuel from Zalas Academy stared at the bonfire with blank eyes, and stood up when she heard the sound. In the pure white eyes, the eyes gradually returned to normal. She was using the bonfire for divination just now.

Further away, the remains of a dilapidated stone bookshelf leaning against the wall are now covered with dust, and the original mottled murals are almost completely invisible.

Darkness lingered in the distance, the corridor leading deeper into the library. The only extra thing in the firelight was an ice coffin.

The ice coffin was a standard rectangular parallelepiped, and its surface was extremely smooth as if it had been polished. The sliding cover has an arc shape, and around the ice coffin, there are actually engraved patterns of the Zarath School of Literature emblem that Shade had seen in the Sixth Era.

The ice coffin was transparent, and through the firelight, Shade could see the red-haired girl sleeping peacefully in it with her eyes closed.

His eyes widened:

"Miss Fiona Drago, she."

Miss Olanold avoided his eyes, and Miss Becky Samuel lowered her head toward the flames.

Shade walked over quickly, feeling that the coldness on the ice coffin made his heart tremble more than the snowy valley. He pressed his hand on the sliding cover of the coffin and slowly pushed it open.

The girl slept peacefully in the ice coffin, with her hands clasped together on her chest, and the thick red tail wrapped around her waist.

Her eyes were closed tightly, and her eyelashes looked so charming in the ice coffin. Shade couldn't believe the scene in front of him. He stretched out his hand and touched the back of the hand of the young witch with red dragon blood, but the [false immortality] had no effect.

And this thaumaturgy has no effect on only two situations, one is not seriously injured, or one is dead.

"she"

Although he met the young witch not long ago, Shade still couldn't accept that she died here like this.

"I'm not kidding you anymore."

There was laughter from behind, and Miss Olanold and Miss Samuel both came over:

"She just fell asleep."