Chapter 193: Taboo Creation [The Bottle of the Red Dead Demon]

"What did you do to me? This is... my body...!"
His voice became extremely weak, and every time he breathed out a weak breath, his chest would rise and fall like a bellows.
"I did not do that."
The black wizard answered softly.
"Howard Nulen...!"
As if thinking of something, Qiong Ann gritted his teeth and said.
"Not bad."
Richard nodded.
"Don't forget, he is a dark wizard, but he has not used his own style of magic."
Yes, this phenomenon is not a curse, but a "plague"—or rather, a virus of some kind of acute infectious disease. It invaded the knight's body at an incredible speed, causing it to be paralyzed.
"When did you..... When did you join forces?"
Joan Borgia frowned.
He suffered triple traumas of "backlash", "curse", and "plague" at the same time. Every inch of muscle and bone marrow became a battlefield for foreign magic and internal magic. Several distinct and incompatible forces compete for control of the body.
For a while, Qiong'an was almost too painful to speak, and only felt that she was in hell. Not to mention gathering the remaining strength of the body, even unable to move.
And the legendary magic released in the last sneak attack is like a heavy shackle, making a cardinal completely lose its original glory.
Joan Borgia looked embarrassed, the previous heroism and righteousness disappeared completely, leaving only weakness.
That beautiful face like a woman was covered with dust. If the nobles and ladies in the kingdom who adored and admired him crazily saw him, they would definitely feel distressed to breathe.
"I'm sorry, from the very beginning, this task was given to Mr. Howard by me."
Richard was talking nonsense with his eyes open.
He knew very well that Howard Nuren must have other plans and purposes, otherwise he would not be so easy to agree to his terms; in addition, if the other party hadn't taken the initiative to contact him just now, he would have difficulty even judging whether the other party was under the earth-shattering strike Dead or alive...
Richard picked up the sword that Joan Borgia dropped to the ground, and let the Lord of Cursed Spirit pick up the young knight.
"No matter what, you failed. From now on, you are my prisoner."
Qiong An did not answer. His consciousness was blurred, his eyes closed slightly, and he felt that his eyelids seemed to be extremely important, and he could no longer hear any sound from the outside world...

I have to admit that thanks to Mr. Howard's efforts, he was able to settle this battle lightly.
As for why the other party actively chooses to help himself...
The reason is very simple. It is not the friendship of being a "accomplice", but the fear that the dominant Joan Bolkiah will kill him. That's why it tried to drag someone who seemed to have been standing by from the beginning into the water.
Howard could not guess Richard's purpose. He didn't know that he would not leave until at least one of the two was captured; the old man tried his best to grab the last straw.
Although based on the observations just now, Qiong Ann seems to be planning to leave this place as soon as possible, and has no idea to clean it up... But Howard's old bones really can't stand the toss, if they are dug out by the other party three feet away from the ground , He was completely dead.
It is impossible for a wizard who can live for hundreds of years to put the hope of survival on the enemy; he is cautious and cunning enough, as for his face and self-esteem, he is naturally not worth mentioning in the face of his life, so Howard will contact the only one who has The person who might give him a hand.
Richard thought of the other person’s deliberately flattering attitude when he contacted him through the "reverse cross" magic communication, and then recalled the lofty face that he had revealed in his words in the past... this kind of profane and respectful His performance made him laugh.
Of course, as a good young man in the 21st century who has inherited the traditional virtues of respecting the old and caring for the young, Richard will not persecute a poor old man who is struggling to survive for a moment of joy.
He just responded calmly:
"Your Excellency, the Hanged Man, it seems that the transaction between us needs to be added."
In other words, it means "hurry up and give me the money to buy my life".
then......
"Your Excellency, the Hanged Man, thank you for the'little gift' you gave me."
After Qiong An was completely unconscious, Richard smiled, while playing with the small bottle that slipped from his sleeve, he turned around and stared at the empty place in front of him.
The bottle in his hand was the top alchemy prop that transmitted the plague to Qiong'an in just a few seconds.
In the opponent's mouth, it is called "the bottle of the red death."

In the group of black wizards that have always lived in isolation, there has always been a saying "taboo creation"-this is not a ranking of someone or a group, only items that have actually caused a huge disaster are eligible to be called this name .
There are a total of twelve "forbidden creations", each of which is unique. Even in the notorious black magic school that has left a distinctive mark in history, it can be called the "baby" at the bottom of the box...
"The Bottle of Red Death" is one of them.
According to Howard, there is a certain branch of Plague School that caused an extinction near Greenwich City and was wiped out by the Red Dragon Knights two hundred years ago. Generations of members have accumulated magic power over decades.
For the dark wizards who specialize in the field of plague, this small bottle is a treasure; even if it is used by ordinary wizards, it can release 2 or 3 times of different kinds of legendary plague magic; and if it contains The magical power of's spread endlessly, enough to cause a huge disaster that swept across an entire country, and suffocated the lives of hundreds of thousands of miles.
"Why, don't you plan to meet your partner?"
For a time, there was no response.
Richard stood on the spot and waited patiently for a while, only a plump, white bug emerged from the soil.
Obviously, this is a "messenger" controlled by the hanged man.
It seems that the dark wizard seems really scared~EbookFREE.me~ when Qiong'an was in a coma, he didn't dare to show up... Or maybe he was worried about Richard turning his face?
But Richard really didn't plan to kill him, after all, the two could barely be called the same camp now.
"You can do it now. I am willing to give you a bottle of potion as a gift to ensure that no one will see the truth of his death afterwards..."
The old and feeble voice echoed in the dark night.
The assurance given by a dark wizard who specializes in the study of life and the human body is indeed very convincing.
But Richard just smiled.
"Don't worry, Mr. Howard, leave it to me, don't care too much."
"...Are you not going to kill him?"
"You handed me the bottle of the red death devil, and strongly supported my next actions; and I will handle this person and this matter, and will not let anyone-mainly the'Holy See'-come to you Trouble, this is my deal with you, isn't it?"