Vol 5 Chapter 114: Achamai School

At the moment when the roar sounded, the dark-haired wizard instinctively raised his head ... Although it was not the first time, when he saw the monster again, he was as stunned as everyone else.
The huge, unspeakable shadow like a tower, the towering size of more than thirty meters; the torso, face, head, lower body, fangs ... all have been transformed into pus and bones Corpse.
Every step you take, you can hear the sound of broken bones and blood flowing!
"puff--!"
The sound of countless bursts sounded, and the "sarcoma" exploded on the fat body spewed out a gray-blue pus, followed by a huge tentacle.
Stretch out in all directions!
They seem to have life, meandering and crawling, constantly rolling up the screaming Centaur Warrior and the corpses and wounded soldiers on the ground.
The stunned coalition soldiers were still frightened. No matter how Lushen and the robe around them froze, they were immobilized, and then they were swallowed by the monster ’s lower body-the flowing "blood river" Only then did he wake up.
But it was too late, too late.
In the exclamation, countless screams, help, wailing, panic ... Various voices, one after another in a panic battlefield!
The dark-haired wizard with numb scalp widened his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.
Blood sacrifices, blood rituals ... can provide the adventing gods with a body that does not belong to this world. Before the coming of the gods, it was just a body.
But now Chakar relies on his huge power of the void, forcibly occupying this body and becoming the dominant core, which is equivalent to stuffing a "brain" into this "big sac".
Even a "consciousness" with only the desire to kill and revenge makes this monster stronger than one level!
Withdrawing troops, I am afraid it is too late.
The battle of Silver Helmet has put a lot of burden on the body of the dark-haired wizard, if you use the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars again ... this time there will be no second Valkyrie to save yourself.
But I can only give it a try ... Otherwise, more than 50,000 people will never be able to leave here alive, and all their efforts will become useless!
Clenching his teeth, the right hand of the dark-haired wizard clenched the hilt of the "Dawn" sword.
But at this moment, an unexpected person suddenly held his shoulder.
"Master Ashamai?"
"Duke Loren, Turin, you can't just rush up alone!" Suddenly Harlem van Ashamal looked at him solemnly and yelled: "That's not a mutant monster, but it's a The body of the conscious evil spirit, it will definitely do whatever it takes to kill you, and it will just send its life in vain! "
"Remember, you are the Duke of Byrne, the hope of the wizard tower ... your life is more important than all of us!"
Loren was shocked, and just wanted to refute, he was held down by Master Azhama, who was as strong as a monster.
"The task of withdrawing the army is with Count Braha, you don't have to worry; as for the body of this evil spirit ..."
"Please give it to me and Ain Rand, and we will create opportunities for you; then you and Lord Lucien will kill it!" Master Azhama said with a decisive look, "If you will believe us , Willing to trust your friends. "
The little wizard next to him was stunned for a moment. It didn't seem that Master Harlemfan Ashamai would mention himself; but then he turned his head to look at the dark-haired wizard, and nodded hard.
"Leave it to us, Loren!"
On the battlefield in the distance, the Evil God's body ... or Chacar is screaming in excitement, the huge body keeps flowing blood and the sound of separation of flesh and blood.
Its waving tentacles are raging wildly and ravaging the coalition soldiers; even if Lusien and several Earl of Bayern desperately roar, they can only retreat, reducing as many casualties as possible.
After a few seconds of silence, Loren slowly raised his eyes:
"Okay, I believe you."
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It was n’t until Loren went away that Master Harlemfan Achamai nodded slightly and turned his head to look at Ayin beside him: "So now, Lord Rand, you must listen to every word I say next. Now ... "
"Master Azhama ......"
Unexpectedly, the little wizard looked at him with a complicated expression and interrupted him softly: "The reason why you specifically left me should be more than helping Loren, right?"
"Ok?"
"Although I don't know what you want to do, I don't think I have anything to help you no matter what I think." Ayin, who wanted to stop talking, decided to say it better:
"It might be an overstatement to say this, but in fact I am not familiar with you; even if they are both alchemists, but as far as I know, my mentor, the Master Freswalk School to which Dalton Kander belongs, Is very different from your school. "
Harlem van Azamal was stunned.
"Really ... I didn't expect it." Achamai shook her head with a slight cough and smiled helplessly: "Fresh Walker ... How lucky is that old thing, I can't help being jealous of him!"
The little wizard scratched his head and smirked twice, the shy person was a little embarrassed.
"You guessed it, Lord Ain Rand ... I'm leaving you for more than just helping Duke Loren." The smile disappeared, and Achamai's expression became serious again:
"The purpose of leaving you is to teach you a special" knowledge "... a special power!"
Alas, this time?
Some stunned Ai Yin stared at the suddenly solemn expression of Master Azhamai.
"Tell me, Ain Rand; what are the prerequisites for becoming a school leader and wizard veteran in the Nine-Mounted Star Wizard Tower ?!"
"Uh ... it should be original research, groundbreaking discovery and mastered the top knowledge of two or three departments." The little wizard replied subconsciously: "In addition, it must be recognized by at least half of the elders."
Why should I ask this, is this related to helping Loren?
Harlem Fan stared slightly at the expression of anxiety and confusion.
"You are only half right."
"half?"
"That's exactly what happened." Harlem Fan Achamai said in a deep voice: "For the elders, the Jiumanxing Wizard Tower has an" unwritten ", not to mention premise."
"... valve." He said very slowly, one by one:
"Only the wizard who masters it and opens at least one‘ valve ’can be recognized by the wizard tower!"
The shocked and confused little wizard listened attentively.
"Any wizard who opens the 'valve' will use the understanding of the void to a whole new level; its form varies from person to person, but there are some common points in common." Achamai's expression changed Very deep:
"Break your own shackles, let you surpass yourself and beyond the ordinary-it can even be said that only by mastering the‘ valve ’can you become a real wizard!

The little wizard was surprised, but the confusion remained: "True, real wizard?"
"If that's the case, then why did Instructor Dalton, and Loren ... I never mentioned this ?!"
Azhama was stunned for a moment, then chuckled aloud.
"That may be because ... they want to protect you."
"Protect me?" Ain was even more puzzled.
"Yes, because this kind of power is also a double-edged sword that the wizard can never pull out."
With a sigh, Azhami turned his head and looked at Chacar, who was still raging in the distance:
"With it, you will be completely sublimated from the mortal body, become a completely different existence, with unimaginable power;
Using it, the cost ... will be so heavy that you can't afford it! "
Ain opened his eyes wide.
The growling roar of the beast became clearer, and the huge figure of Chakal came closer and closer to them in the distance.
"And today ..."
"I, Harlem Van Ashamai, as the leader of this school ..."
The old man turned around, holding the wand that resembled a short-handed hammer in his hands, his tone low and long:
"Formally teach this power to you ... so answer me a question, Ain Rand."
"Are you willing to become the heir to the Achamai school?"
"I……"
The little wizard stared blankly at the eyes, those glittering, determined and determined eyes.
She spoke instinctively.
"I will!"
The old man didn't look back, but the corner of his mouth could not help but lifted a little:
"Very good, then you must see clearly."
"I can show you this, only this time!"
The words will fall, and the momentum of Harlem van Azamal suddenly changes!
The strong and powerful arms clenched the wand, and only the sound of "clang!" Was heard. The original short-hand hammer-like stick body was suddenly pulled a little longer.
"Boom--!"
Azhama, holding the stick with both hands, pressed down firmly to fix the wand deeply in the soil under his feet.
"it has started……"
Master Ashamai, with her head down, seemed to resonate from the depth of her chest.
At the next moment, in the wide eyes of the little wizard, Master Vajra's void reaction began to skyrocket rapidly; the original burly body was losing weight at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Instead, it was spread from the cheeks and palms, and the gray-blue runes spread all over the body; the robe that became very loose, fluttering in the flying wind.
"Loren ... Turin-!!!!!!"
In the roar of roar, the huge figure of Chakal has completely crushed the Allied defensive front; on the battlefield, the screams and chaos, hundreds of tentacles covered with claws are moving in the direction of the Allied forces. Spread out.
Overwhelming!
The huge shadow covered the sun, the astonished little wizard looked up, and a tentacle was swinging down from the top of their head.
"The core of alchemy is the process of death, resurrection and perfection." Master Ashamai, who slowly got up and thin, said lightly: "Sublimate and transform a material to a higher level."
"This is our unique strength."
"The power of the alchemist."
The tentacles fell from the sky and fell quickly.
"boom----!!!!"
At the moment when he was about to touch, Azhami slowly raised his wand in his hand; the falling tentacle seemed to hit a certain barrier, and it suddenly shuddered, stopping at the top of the two of them.
No, that didn't stop there ...
The blue eyes stared to the maximum. In her incredible eyes, the tentacles twitched violently as if ignited, and the touched position instantly turned into flying ashes.
what happened?
Master Harlemfan Ashamai ... what did he just do? !
The tentacles that were "cut off" were like startled beasts, dodge quickly backwards.
Raising his head, Achamai raised his eyebrows, which suddenly became thin because of his thinness.
"Want to run, don't you think it's too late?"
As soon as the words fell, he lifted up his left hand, which was already covered with runes and dying like wood.
Clenched into fists.
"Puff puff--!"
The tentacles that quickly "run away" fluttered violently, and the snake-like body burst from section to section, and the gray-blue pus ejected from the crack was scattered like rain.
Chakar seemed to notice the "little" anomaly, approaching towards the direction of Azhamai and the little wizard.
The earth shook, chakra raging violently, waving countless tentacles, like the lower body of the blood river corpse, pushing this huge body forward.
As if the sound of the echo of the abyss stood, another huge tentacle slammed down.
The nervous little wizard suddenly stunned, and raised his arms unconsciously to hide.
"I said it was late."
Shaking his head lightly, Azhama raised his wand over his head.
"boom------!!!!"
This time it was no longer a part, but the entire tentacle exploded directly from the inside, countless pieces of minced meat descended from the sky, and the pus spouted out stained the corpses on the battlefield with gray-blue.
Even the body of the Evil God's body, where the tentacles were connected, exploded into a huge hole, and even the surrounding tentacles were broken together; the huge figure wavered.
"Ah ah ah--!!!!"
The heavy pain made Chakar scream with tears of heart and tears. The snakes grow like crazy.
But these newly-grown tentacles have almost begun to rot, decay and shrink before almost "growth forming"; at the same time, almost every position on Chakar's huge body grows in an "explosive" New tentacle.
Successively, duplicating the "reincarnation" of growth, decay, shrinkage, and decay, and then growing new tentacles on their bodies, repeating this reincarnation.
"Death, resurrection, remodeling ... For the body of the wicked who has already died and constantly 'deceives' the material world by the power of the void, the power of 'resurrection' is tantamount to intestinal poison.
Slowly speaking, there is no fluctuation in the voice of Harlem Van Ashamat, but Gujing does not wave:
"Relying on the power of the void to survive the existence of the world, Chakal;
Your act of 'deceiving' the world ...
Will pay the price-! "