Roger instinctively tried to utter an incantation to release a spell, but the speed of his incantation couldnt match that of the fireball.
He only managed to pronounce one syllable when the Minor Fireball slamd into him.
Boom!!!
The stitched monster had half of its arm blasted off, and the splattered flas ignited Rogers black robe.
The stitched monster, not far in front of Roger, instinctively used its arm to shield its master from the incoming spell when it saw the fireball approaching.
Good, it hurts. All the mouths on the stitched monster let out a collective wail. Dont be afraid, protect, protect, Ill protect you.
The stitched monster turned around and spoke to Roger again, its multiple mouths producing layered voices.
Roger halted the spell on his lips, preparing to retaliate against the assailant who had ambushed him!
Lynn hadnt expected the stitched monster to willingly shield the wizard from the spell. Didnt they say stitched monsters had low intelligence? Yet, here was one displaying such loyalty.
Roger chanted an incantation for a while, and in the next mont, a ball of black light emanated from in front of him. The black light then expanded outward, forming a black semicircular shield that firmly enveloped him at the center.
This black shield absorbed all light, making it impossible to see the specific situation inside.
Lynn only knew that his illusion had been shattered.
What kind of spell was this? A defensive spell?
Are you one of those nobles sent to silence ? Rogers hoarse voice echoed from within the black shield. Whats this? When you needed , you purchased the plague powder, and now that the epidemic is spreading beyond control, you want to silence ?
Roger emitted a creepy laughter.
Lynn didnt expect to hear a shocking secreta revelation that, for the Erdolu Kingdom, was earth-shattering. The devastating plague sweeping through the northern territories originated from the hands of the person before him.
Lynn remained silent. While he ca to eliminate the person, it wasnt because of the plague. The revelation of the plagues origin only made Lynns mission to kill him less psychologically burdenso.
Seeing no response, Roger thought he had seen through everything.
I had already guessed that this day would co for . The hoarse voice emanated from the black shield.
Lynn furrowed his brow, continuing to concentrate on murmuring the incantation in a low voice.
A fireball gradually took shape in front of Lynn, a scorching and searing sphere of flas burning fiercely.
Youre not playing fair! Rogers furious voice echoed from within the circular shield.
After that, Roger fell silent, apparently concerned that Lynn might pinpoint his exact location through sound recognition.
A hint of surprise flickered in Lynns eyes. If he couldnt see inside from the outside, he assud the reverse would also be true. However, that wasnt the case.
Observing the outside from within was possible with this spell. Lynn could now make so educated guesses about the general effects of this spell.
The opponent was likely just an apprentice wizard, primarily wielding zero-ring spells. Zero-ring spells were generally single-effect spells, as compound spells, due to their complexity, typically fell outside the realm of zero-ring spells.
So, the effect of this spell was likely to create a one-way concealnt of the casters locationa rather practical spell. As Lynn pondered this, he chanted the final syllable.
This ti, without the concern of a sneak attack, Lynn unabashedly unleashed his ntal energy. However, he soon realized that after his ntal energy entered the black circular shield, he perceived two distinct targetsone large and one small.
Aiming for the smaller target, Lynn swiftly cast a Minor Fireball spell, resembling an orange teor streaking through the air.
Roger had hidden behind the stitched monster, and once again, the stitched monster took the hit for him.
Simultaneously, Roger completed his incantation.
Lynn observed a gray ray flying towards him from the black shield, but a transparent barrier stopped it a few feet from his body, leaving no trace of its existence.
Lynn continued casting spells for the fireball, unbothered by the predictability of the spell sequence. As long as it worked, he didnt care about the routine.
He refused to believe that the stitched monster could withstand several of his fireballs.
After all, this was a spellMinor Fireball spell, not a re lighter.
The stitched monster was nothing more than a bulky monster stitched together from human or animal corpses.
Foul-slling corpse oil, rancid fateach component was a highly flammable substance.
Lynn could already sll the strange, burnt odor of fat combustion.
And another fireball shot out.
The third hit on the stitched monster.
Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much! The wail of the stitched monster echoed.
A gray ray shot out from the black circular shield toward Lynn, only to be entirely blocked once again by the transparent barrier.
The two of them were like two low-defense chickens pecking at each other. You throw a spell, and I throw one too. However, one of the chickens was equipped with gear that didnt belong to its level.
Seeing his spells ineffective and the stitched monster taking a beating, seemingly on the brink of destruction, Rogers furious voice echoed.
Damn it, stop! Stop it! Ill give you anything you want.
Lynn seed oblivious to Rogers plea and continued chanting the incantation.
A new fireball materialized in front of him.
A figure dashed out from the black circular shield.
It was Roger.
Behind Roger, a raging fire burned, with a massive hole blown into its abdon. Its body was riddled with burning craters, and molten fat, still afla, trickled down from the stitched monster, dripping onto the ground.
With its last remaining hand, the stitched monster reached out to Rogers shoulder. Protect, protect you.
The flas in the eye sockets of the skeleton flickered as he ran ahead, indicating that his mood was far from calm. Rogers irritable voice shouted at the stitched monster behind him. Who the hell asked you to protect? Youre just a puppet I created, a stitched monster. Youre not heryoure just my at shield!
The stitched monster halted, its blood-soaked face showing confusion. Its voice suddenly softened. Protect Mom just wanted to protect you.
Youre not her! My mom died a long ti ago. Youre just a substitute I made from her corpse! Roger scread in despair.
He thought he could justify using it as a substitute, finding solace in the pain of losing loved ones.
He believed he could make it charge into battle for him without any psychological burden, even serving as a human shield.
But hearing those clumsy yet stubborn calls beneath the similar face, he realized he couldnt do it.
It wasnt true that turning into an undead wizard ant acquiring a cold, heartless interior, immune to external influences.
The substitute also wants to protect you. The stitched monster stood behind, rubbing its small hands in confusion, speaking softly after a while.
Roger turned to look at Lynn, My fate is in your hands, but I have a request. Spare it a way out. Its weak and has no potentialit poses no threat to you.
Pausing for a mont, Roger continued, As a reward, I can give you the entire inheritance I obtained. This inheritance is unique to , and if I die, youll only gain two experintal materials at most.
Roger stared straight at Lynn, the flas in his eye sockets burning intensely.
Lynn pondered for a mont, Alright, but I have a condition too. I want to see the inheritance first.
Roger nodded in silence, then raised his right hand and reached for his eye sockets.
He then seized his own soul fla and forcibly pulled it out.
In a sudden instant, the breath on Rogers body weakened to the last thread.
The flas in his eye sockets shrank to the size of pinpricks, almost extinguishing.
Rogers skeletal fra swayed, emitting a friction sound.
Following Rogers control, the soul fla in the palm of his hand gradually transford into a gray bead.
Here, I hope you keep your promise. Roger tossed the bead to Lynn.
The next mont, Rogers skeletal fra collapsed with a resounding crash.
The stitched monster stared at the scattered bones, bewilderedly surveying its surroundings. It sat on the ground, desperately cramming the broken bones into its belly, attempting to fuse them back together.
However, it failed. Its abdon remained empty, with only a massive hole. The bones it tried to cram in fell out from the other side.
Painful, so painful. The stitched monsters shoulder, adorned with a womans face sewn with several threads, uttered a hollow voice.
Lynn observed the stitched monster. His spells were ready, awaiting any sign of hostility from the monster.
The stitched monster, finally cradling Rogers skull, pressed its face against it, just like the first ti they t twenty-eight years ago. Mom is uselessMom will be with you.
Like a machine suddenly losing power, the necromantic energy in the stitched monsters body rapidly dissipated.
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