Pirate Black Count

Chapter 7, Ready to Leave Deduction Spells
East China Sea, Shields Town.

"Yo Xi, the wound is already scarred. In the next few days, pay attention to your diet, eat more light food, go to bed early and get up early, and you will be fine in ten days and a half months."

A little-known branch of the East China Sea does not have a special military hospital. No one knows what the group of part-time military doctors used to do. Apart from not killing you, anything can happen.

So here is the medical clinic in Shields.

"Thank you doctor!"

Lovett sat up in the recliner, pulled the shirt aside and pulled it over him, buttoning it.

"You're welcome, I'm a doctor."

clap la la...

After washing his hands in a clean water basin, he pondered for a moment, and the half-century-old doctor came to the front of the medicine cabinet and began to prescribe medicine for Lovett.

"do you know……"

He suddenly spoke up.

"Ok?"

Lovett flinched.

"The stainless steel cat's claws used by Pirate Crowe are thicker and narrower than ordinary blades... so it will not leave such smooth and neat wounds on the cut surface."

After the words fell, the atmosphere in the small medical hall suddenly became solemn.

The afternoon sun shines obliquely on the wall through the door, making it dry and hot.

Under the bright sun, there were few pedestrians on the street, and they all went back to their houses to escape. With the seemingly tireless chirping of cicadas on the treetops beside the street, the huge town seemed so... lifeless at the moment.

but chill...

It has always permeated in this ward, which is only separated by a screen and should be hot and dry.

hum!
Necromancer Magic Ghost Hand!

A pool of ink marks appeared on the floor behind the doctor, and a pale skeleton arm with an ominous aura protruded from it, slowly grabbing towards his ankle.

Banbai doctors seem to be ignorant of this, and are still carefully selecting medicines.

"It's not the first time for the boys in the branch to fight the Black Cat Pirates, and it's not the first time for me, the old man... to deal with severed limbs."

"This kind of wound... reminds me of Colonel Skinner. His sword is very fast, and he likes to cut off limbs to make pirates lose their ability to resist and arrest them alive."

That's why Lovett doesn't like lying. A lie often needs to be perfected by another lie, endlessly.

"You shouldn't have told me that."

The bone claws were approaching, and this distance was unavoidable unless he had the insidious movement speed of "Hundred Schemes" Crowe.

As long as the skin is scratched by the bone claws, the toxins and curses on it will be like the saliva of the Komodo dragon, constantly eating away at the health of the prey, killing people invisible.

"Why don't you report me?"

Monka didn't know the truth, Lovett was pretty sure of that.The soul fluctuations invisible to ordinary people are more obvious to necromancers than dawn.

"No need!"

Finding a piece of hemp paper to wrap the medicine, Doctor Banbai slowly tied the rope and stopped.

"As long as a patient appears in front of me, I can't just ignore it. Whether I tell them or not, the result will not change... I am a doctor, you are a patient, that's all."

"Then I am now in your eyes... am I no longer a patient?"

Lovett grinned and asked indifferently.

Unexpectedly, the doctor nodded decisively.

"Yes."

"I've cured you!"

Lovett was dumbfounded.

"...so get out of this town, pirate!"

In order to reproduce and extend her life, Xia Chan is still screaming desperately.

The doctor didn't look back, but a gust of wind suddenly sounded in his ears.

Swish!
Whoa!
The wide cloak of justice was pulled by the strong wind and made a fluttering sound. He only felt a light touch in his hand, and the prepared medicine disappeared.

Looking up again, a corner of the white coat was left empty by the door, and then quickly disappeared.

call……

Looking at the walls that reflected sunlight more and more dazzlingly, he sighed a long time.

"Pirates, navy... When will it be the end of these days!"

After saying this, the tense nerves were relaxed, Doctor Banbai's clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat, and his eyes turned black.

In the evening, the family members who were waiting for him to go home for dinner found that he did not arrive home on time. Curious, they came to the medical center to have a look and found that the old man was sitting on a chair with a smile on his mouth, and passed away peacefully.

"Probably due to overwork? Dr. Shelton..."

"It is said that he died of a sudden heart attack, the doctor can't heal himself!"

"What a nice person! He was fine yesterday..."

The neighbors discussed it like this.

……

"It's time to prepare to leave!"

Deep in the forest, in a hidden natural cave.

Lovett sewed Colonel Skinner's right hand to the body of a zombie puppet, allowing it to stand up and take two steps, adapting to the new limb.

It takes more than ten days for ordinary magic apprentices to figure out one of the most basic runes, and the runes are still visual spell patterns developed by mages to educate their disciples. Don't even think about it.

It takes more than ten years for ordinary people to go from "spell apprentice" to recognize magic to "mage apprentice" to master magic, so mages are also anxious.

But for Lovett, who holds the title of "Black Earl", the learning process can be omitted as much as possible.

Ten days is enough for him to cross the process that others need more than ten years to accumulate knowledge and recognize magic, and reach the real ocean of magic.

He himself has the knowledge reserve and spellcasting ability of "No. 1 under the Holy Ten", but he is limited by the state of his soul and exerts the upper limit of his existence.

It is impossible to work part-time.

As the price of anonymity, he, the second lieutenant of the navy, has no name, no way out, and even a fixed scope of action.

So leaving is inevitable.

The doctor's words only reminded him to speed up his preparations.

"Pirates?"

"I thought the biggest difficulty in the beginning was the broken arm, but I didn't expect the identity to be the most troublesome thing."

Lovett's eyes were low, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Never mind!"

Anyway, once the undead magic is exposed, he has only two choices...

"The only spells that can be used without burden now are spells with half a star of mana, and the mental energy barely touches the threshold of elementary mages... So you can't force yourself, you have to take advantage of the situation and find an opportunity."

Controlling the puppets to fight each other like big stupid bears to confirm their fighting level, Lovett closed his eyes and meditated.

"The 27 undead cooperate with spells. There are not many people in the East China Sea who can pose a threat to me, but the battlefield is an unfamiliar ocean, and the lack of means of movement can only be passively beaten... What should I do?"

Let the undead build ships in the depths of the forest?

How stupid that is!

"Sure enough, we still have to rely on the warships of the 153rd branch."

"Let me be healthy..."

With that said, Ron separated the lively undead, held his breath, and returned his thoughts to the sea of ​​souls.

"Soul Sea" is just an appellation, and mages use magical means to turn their conscious world into a false space that can be explored.

Not an ocean of souls, not even a physical existence.

And different schools of magic have different names for the sea of ​​souls, after all, the differences between schools of mages... Ha ha!
Rumble!
When the eyes are bright again, Lovett has come to a vast universe.

Fragments of the "mirror" drifted everywhere in the dark world, reflecting Lovett's pale face in the doomsday-like thunder.

That's Lovett's original soul... people.

In the storm of time and space, his soul was torn into thousands of pieces waiting to be disintegrated.

Fortunately, the fit with this body was very high, and he was dragged out before the main consciousness dissipated.

To put all these soul fragments back together... To be honest, I have never encountered such a situation, and Lovett does not know how far he can recover.

In this dream-like world with no distinction between up and down, left and right, without time and space, there is a bright ball of light floating in the center, which is the quantitative display of Lovett's spiritual power.

Same principle as a car fuel gauge.

When I was at my peak, this ball of light was once as big as the entire world, illuminating this world brightly and boundlessly!
Now only the corners and corners the size of a human head are left, dull and dull.

"Start the simulation and calculate all available half-star and one-star spells!"

Lovett skillfully placed his hand on the light sphere, and let his thoughts go blank.

Why is it said that mages are monsters whose spirit overrides the body?

The spirit here is not "spiritual power", but their "self-knowledge".

For a mage, as long as there is a need, not to mention the body, including one's own soul, is a tool that can be used!

Just like Lovett is now using his spell knowledge to perform simulation calculations in the soul sea.

The mages are rigorous, calm, and do everything they can to find the truth, reaching a level of cruelty, cruelty, and inhumanity.

In fact, mages have long ceased to regard themselves as human beings.

Theoretically speaking, after the soul has evolved to the level of a formal mage, it is indeed not related to "human beings".

This is the evolution of life forms!

"Mage" is a separate race name.

So necromancy is dark and evil in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the circle of mages, they are no different from chefs and meat sellers...

Well, of course, this is not a good description.

Several millennium wars have dragged countless people into the water, but they didn't get reduced to everyone shouting and beating, it's because of...the necromancers' good fighting spirit.

Those who engage in research, we are the best at fighting!

Unreasonable and strong.jpg
All in all, mages are such a group of guys who are separated from ordinary people and form their own systems.

Back to the main story, the powerful spiritual blessing allows the mage's head to have a computing limit far beyond human imagination. The human brain is comparable to a computer, but that kind of speed is often not what the brains of mages who don't pay attention to physical exercise can afford.

In addition, to deduce some high-power spells, it is necessary to find the only feasible solution among hundreds of millions or hundreds of millions of possibilities, and a few brains are not enough.

Thus, the lich who abandoned the body and thought with the soul appeared.

Breaking away from physical limitations, the stronger the mental power, the faster the calculation speed, theoretically there is no upper limit!

However, the disadvantages of being a lich are too obvious, and the mage world is not peaceful.

As a result, some people began to try to use their own souls as calculation tools. Since then, the soul sea has changed from a simple tool for checking the state of one's soul to the favorite private research room of mages.

In this state, shielding the shackles of the physical body, mages can display a computing speed comparable to that of a lich. After leaving this state, they can continue to enjoy the sense of security brought by the physical body, which is perfect.

Restricted by the state of his soul, Lovett was naturally unable to achieve the previous level, but half-star and one-star spells were no difficulty for him, and the deduction speed was extremely fast.

In a simulated state that would not put any burden on the brain at all, Lovett quickly listed out the spells one by one and silently recited them one by one.

"Resurrection Summoning Bone March, Undead Summoning Bone Armor...Bone Evolution Bone Tooth Sword, Bone Magic Bone Dissolving...Soul Magic Wraith Creation...Curse Magic Enhanced Pain Sense, Acid Rain Prefix Acid Liquid spell, curse and plague system, carrion crow... Well, the harvest is unexpected!"

Lovett chuckled.

After becoming the "Black Earl", he has rarely used these low-level spells for apprentices to practice, and his opponents who are worthy of his shot don't need them at all.

Every move is a high mana spell that can be called a miracle in the eyes of ordinary people.

Now that he is limited by the state of his soul, he has to review these pre-kindergarten knowledge, which gives him a kind of unique fun...

Back then, I actually thought these spells were difficult or even cheating?
Ah, what a shame!
But the low mana of these spells does not mean that they are useless. Take the half-star spell "Bone Dissolving" as an example. The casting distance starts from 10m, which can make the bones in the target's body brittle or even melt on the spot through the protection of flesh and blood.

It is much easier than soul magic to deal with the situation where the experimental materials are stubbornly resisting and do not want to hurt their lives.

Suddenly, Lovett opened his eyes.

"Almost forgot about this!"

Unlike zombie puppets, which can be stitched at will, in order to create an arm with a high degree of compatibility with the soul for oneself, it needs three-star mana of flesh and blood magic and flesh proliferation, so in a short time, Lovett has no plans to review low-level flesh and blood magic.

If it weren't for the deduction today, he would have almost forgotten the hero who made him stand out from a group of sorcerer apprentices and become a disciple of the descendants of the Musk family.

"One Star Flesh Magic Scarlet Wrath!"

Saying the name softly, Lovett's eyes flashed a trace of nostalgia.

"This is what I created, the first magic..."

After all, he withdrew from the soul sea and chanted the spell.

hiss... hiss...

The sound of the piercing wind rang out, and the heart thumped, with a frequency exceeding 200. Lovett's face instantly flushed abnormally.

But if you look carefully, you will find that the scarlet is not from the accelerated flow of blood, but from countless tiny blood beads seeping out from his skin, refracting the light, and dyeing the skin red.

The zombie puppets didn't know what happened, they just felt the dangerous smell on their master's body suddenly soared, they roared uneasily, and staggered.

Want to escape, but dare not.

………………

Taking back what I said yesterday, the express delivery only released the CD [Manual vomiting blood] today!
It’s hard to pinpoint the time to release the book on Monday. I thought I would be able to sign the contract and change the status to recommend on Friday, but the result was that the time for the book was not released and the review was waited until the next day, and the signing was delayed for another two days without notifying the editor in advance. so slow, this...

But speaking of it, Dashu has been writing a book for two years, and it seems that he has not succeeded once, emmmmm... Anyway, I have lost sight of the world.

(End of this chapter)