MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 81 。

Originally when Brian threw the black cat over, the black cat was quietly leaning against the bookcase.

And now, the black cat in the oil painting has become lazily lying on the desk.

Brian walked over unhurriedly, raised his fingers and tapped the position of the black cat on the oil painting.

For a time, Cyril felt that the parchment in his hand seemed to have a slight magic fluctuation.

When he looked down at the parchment in his hand again, he found that the content on it had changed.

Cyril was shocked, realizing that this was the follow-up part of Brewster's diary, and continued to read it carefully.

"...I have conducted many experiments. Fortunately, I have done a lot of research on space magic before, and finally figured out the coordinates of the plane channel, but I suspect that there is more than one plane channel..."

Cyril's pupils trembled when he saw this sentence, thoughtful.

If you know the coordinates of the plane passage between the abyss plane and the wizard plane, block it...

"...I squatted in that position for many days, and finally found the kind of creature that entered the wizarding continent through the plane passage. They seem to have a strict evolutionary hierarchy, and I speculate that the higher the biological belt The alienation pollution that comes is more serious. I quickly realized that this is a big trouble. If they are allowed to invade the wizarding world like this, it may cause disaster..."

Seeing this, Cyril had to sigh at the foresight of the Brewster wizard.

Unfortunately, the subsequent plane wars still happened.

Even now, the Abyssal Plane remains a serious threat.

“…I tried to summarize the characteristics of these creatures and the methods to eliminate them. However, the pollution on my body became more and more serious. Sure enough, after they evolved, the pollution also became stronger, and the original inhibition of pollution The means are no longer applicable..."

“…Pollution also acts on the mind, and I am less and less awake. There are always hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and these symptoms exacerbate my degree of alienation. I kind of miss Tours , he's always popping up in my mind lately, saying he's going to make this dish and that dish..."

Cyril's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition.

He took a deep breath and continued reading.

"...when I woke up again and found the lower part of my body had turned into a thick black mist similar to that creature, which was bad. I tried to record this in my limited waking hours Such a state... Fortunately, I left Tours, otherwise that guy would have been secretly crying every day..."

The handwriting on the parchment is getting more and more scribbled, as if the owner has lost the strength to write records.

Cyril had to struggle to make out what was written.

"...The alienation is getting worse and worse, and now I only have a body above my chest. It won't be long before my hands can no longer record. Although I have taken various measures, I still can't control the black fog on my body, it is no longer part of my body. I only have five minutes of waking time every day..."

"...In order to prevent myself from becoming an alienated creature, I will cut myself off. If anyone who sees this, please spread all my records, and be sure to prevent the tragedy from happening!"

This is the last parchment, which seems to be stained with blood.

Cyril looked at Brewster's manuscript with a heavy heart.

They came too late. Before the plane war, the wizards who did not communicate with each other and explored alone did not know the news of the abyss.

It wasn't until the abyssal plane was officially invaded that the wizards had to exchange information through many sacrifices.

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to the Wizarding League, that's something they need to deal with."

Brian canceled the effect of the invisibility spell and dropped a soothing kiss on Cyril's forehead.

He made three copies of Brewster's manuscript and diary.

Brian handed another copy to Erlanger. These studies on abyssal creatures coincided with Erlanger's previous research and would be helpful to him.

The other was handed over to Cyril for storage.

"And Tours Auger! We have to get back to him!"

Cyril was always thinking about Brian's damaged body, and immediately took out the colorful little flower pot.

Brian and Cyril activated the small flower pot as a teleporter and returned to the cabin they left not long ago.

The colorful owl flew down, with excitement on its fluffy round face: "Have you found Brewster?"

Even its old voice seemed a little more alive.

Cyril responded softly.

He lowered his eyes, and instead of looking at the owl's bright eyes, he placed the manuscript of Brewster's diary in front of it.

"Ah! Brewster's familiar handwriting! Long time no see!"

Tours Auger's voice was a little excited, and Cyril remained silent.

After a while, Cyril heard a sad sob.

“…Brewster has yet to eat the new dish that I have recently researched…haven’t come back to check out the herb garden that I have meticulously tidied up for him…”

Cyril glanced at the owl, feeling that all its gorgeous and smooth feathers seemed to have lost its charm.

"...As Senior Brewster expected, there was indeed a plane war, and the abyssal creatures severely damaged the wizard..."

Looking at Tours Auger in a daze, Cyril couldn't help but say, explaining the situation in the Wizarding Land after that.

"You will be involved in the subsequent war against the Abyss, right?"

The owl raised its head and suddenly asked aloud.

"Of course."

Cyril nodded without thinking.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Brian subconsciously.

Brian's thin lips curved down, and his voice was magnetic and gentle: "Of course, things that bullied my little rose, how can I let them go."

Cyril blushed, and his white fingers gently scratched the back of Brian's hand.

"Come on. I'll help you repair your body."

The owl seemed to have finally made a decision, it flapped its wings and flew, and led Cyril to a laboratory.

Since Tours Ogg only has a wisp of wizard will now, most of the work can only be dictated, leaving Cyril and Brian to do it on their own.

When they were ready, Brian lay on the drawn witch formation.

Cyril's hand trembled slightly.

Tension and worry filled his heart.

What should I do if the steps I just made went wrong?

This is not a magic potion class that can be repeated, and if something goes wrong, Brian will suffer more damage.

Tours Auger, who was on the side, was still making his final narration: "Repairing the soul is not an easy task. Your soul now is like a jar that was broken and forcibly spliced ​​together. , Now you need to fight again seriously. Therefore, your soul must have obsession, the more obsession, the less likely it will collapse in the tearing and shattering, but have the opportunity to reintegrate well."

Obstinate?

Brian looked at Cyril beside him, as if something had melted in his eyes.

His heart was once desolate, but because of planting a beautiful little rose, it regained its color.

I wanted the little rose to be shredded and destroyed when she grew into her best appearance, but I didn't expect that she would be domesticated by him instead.

Cyril listened to the owl's words, his nose became sore unconsciously, and only felt a tear go straight to the bottom of his eyes.

It hurts to break the soul and then rebond it.

Brian gave Cyril a deep look, "Let's start.", he said to Tours Auger.

The owl's fluffy head swayed gently up and down, and an old voice began to sing a complicated and bizarre spell.

The witch formation that absorbed various potions under Brian began to work, and a scarlet light appeared, piercing people's eyes.

In a trance, something seemed to break free from the shackles, turbulent and fierce, rampaging in his blood and body.

Can't calm down, can't distract, can't restrain.

However, his limbs seemed to be firmly fixed by something and could not move.

But if Brian really wants to break free, it is not impossible.

It's just that he is still guarding his obsession - his little rose in this wave of overwhelming pain.

This obsession seems to be deeply imprinted in the soul, and there is a trace of sweetness hidden in the pain.

Cyril gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers, trying not to make any noise to interfere with this crucial treatment.

His heart felt like a big rock was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Rolling dark red.

The red light of the witch formation scattered, surrounded by a depressing depression, and many items that were originally neatly smashed to the ground.