Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 311: Battle Spirit Rune
"My spiritual thoughts seemed to generate a kind of attraction, drawing out the essence hidden within, accumulated over the years...

However, this seems to depend on the 'core' I have previously condensed.

I don’t know what kind of results will be achieved in the end!”

Having had similar experiences before, Roy was not in a hurry. He just collected the other spoils and waited quietly for the results.

Just then, he felt a threat.

It was the bound heroic spirit that came over.

The essence of this thing is a fallen soul. Originally, it should be radiating light all over its body, like the pure soul form of a light man, but now, it has been trapped on this sky island for a long time, and has been contaminated by many evil thoughts of fallen souls.

Some of those evil thoughts come from within itself, and some come from the outside world.

Roy couldn't tell what was happening at the moment, but he could clearly see that his entire body was covered in a layer of pitch-black mud, which was like asphalt, and was constantly emitting thick smoke.

Even the appearance has been distorted.

Its overall appearance is that of a bloated, giant Khajiit.

At the same time, the right claw deformed, revealing a spiritual characteristic similar to that of a star soul beast.

The tiger hero spotted Roy from afar, squatted slightly, and then used his hands and feet to rush up at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Roy, jumped high, and swung his claws.

Roy dodged swiftly.

As he turned around, a lightning-shining iron chain like a python stabbed towards the other party.

Tiger Spirit's body shook violently!

He slowly raised his head and saw Roy standing upright with a Star Iron Chain Spear in one hand and a Frost Blade in the other, emitting a powerful aura.

The iron chains blessed by the "activation technique" are carrying the power to bind the soul with the energy of witchcraft, trapping the huge spirit in place.

A pterosaur-shaped beast mushroom descended from the sky and pounced with its claws, launching a fierce coordinated attack.

Even a second-level heroic spirit would have a piece of flesh torn off by such a fierce attack.

But its essence is not a body of flesh and blood, but a spiritual body composed of soul essence.

Then Roy saw that the hero's skin was torn and piled up on top, like a large piece of the broken shell made of asphalt and mud was torn off.

What flowed out of it was not blood like that of ordinary creatures, but light.

The pure light that comes from the soul is spreading outward like a wisp of white smoke!
Roy sensed the mystery here and attacked even harder and faster.

Finally, he seized the opportunity and made a leap from the sky, pouring out the liquid thunder that he had hidden before, which contained thousands of degrees of attack power.

This is the power that comes from Masur.

At that time, he was excited to see the prey, and left behind a small amount of strength in the form of teaching and demonstration.

Unexpectedly, Roy used the secret seal to refine it and stored it.

Over the past year, I have taken it out from time to time for contemplation and research, and it can be said that I have made full use of it so far.

As the power inside continues to dissipate, the value of continued sealing and control is also visibly fading.

However, after all, it is a power comparable to that of second-level witchcraft, and it still has more than 1000 degrees of power left!

The roaring thunder rumbled, like a bolt of lightning striking the sky above the Sky Island.

Durul and others who had already escaped far away stared at all this in amazement, so shocked that they were speechless for a long time.

"That...that lunatic!"

"He's really challenging the spirit of that ancient hero!"

Hurry and decisively continue to move away along the iron rope.

Now, he just wants to escape as far away as possible!

……

On the sky island, Roy stood calmly, watching the ancient hero who had been hit by the Sword Master's ultimate move, "Thunder Roar."

His body trembled.

The asphalt and mud-like skin on his body was cracked, and dazzling light was constantly blooming from inside.

This powerful second-level spirit...

Got killed instantly!
He should have been very strong. Even if he used blackening potions or other means that could attack entities, it would be difficult to defeat him.

But by chance, Roy accidentally accumulated a portion of liquid thunder from Masur and refined it in his own way.

The final result was that even the spirit could not bear it and was blasted apart on the spot.

Since this was not his own power, Roy had nothing to be proud of. He just calmly watched the changes in the spirit in front of him.

Gradually, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "This is..."

After the soul was completely peeled off, the mud-like shell finally faded away, and a spirit body with pure white light floated up lightly.

"Thank you, young people of the future generations!"

The soul of the tiger orc spoke, and actually showed clear thinking ability.

"You still retain the memory of your life?"

Roy asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, I've been trapped here for years, and in a trance, it's like a long nightmare...

Thanks to you, I was rescued!"

Hu Ling said with some gratitude.

"According to the ancient covenant, whoever brings our souls out of the 'Lightless Land' can become the one we follow.

Are you willing to sign a symbiotic contract with me and let me become your fighting spirit?"

Immediately, Tiger Spirit stretched out his glowing palm, and his spiritual thoughts surged, revealing a memory along with information about the "Battle Soul Covenant".

This matter concerns the ancestral spirits and the faith in the Kingdom of God.

The orcs believe that the souls of brave warriors are never lost, and death in battle is not something to be feared, no matter when or where.

But in reality, there are indeed some souls that are captured by various powerful beings, or fall into some dangerous areas on their own.

The heroes of later generations who rescued him should enjoy the savior's reward.

During the period before he also dies and returns to the Kingdom of God, the saved souls should guard and serve him.

Roy would naturally agree to something that would benefit him.

However, just as he grasped the tiger spirit's palm and the two souls communicated directly in the form of spiritual bodies, the tiger spirit suddenly trembled.

"You, you are not an orc!"

Roy was silent, and suddenly felt that the scene was a little subtle.

The tiger spirit is the form of the soul, and logically speaking, it has the same function as a ghost.

It should be that I, a living person, was scared by this "ghost" that has existed for hundreds of years.

But now, at the moment of contact, Tiger Spirit was frightened.

"you caught me!"

He suddenly grinned, and activated the "Soul Refining" formation in his palm, absorbing the soul without any explanation.

The defeated and weakened Tiger Spirit was immediately captured in a projection room that looked like a golden balance.

As the formation crushed him, he screamed and was forcibly condensed into a strange rune stone that was gray and black in color, but with a metallic luster on the surface.

(End of this chapter)