Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 67: Promoted to Werewolf
Maric was stunned for two seconds, then nodded without hesitation and agreed, "Okay."

Compared to the risky commissions, the limited assets in his wallet, and the pitifully small foundation he currently had, the potion formulas he had obtained through his own methods could be said to be the cheapest and most insignificant things.

Because the indulgence faction is everywhere, there is no need to worry about raising competitors
"But I don't have the ability to notarize it. I'll write down the formula for you later. You can consider seeking the help of the Eye of Wisdom. He should be quite reliable."

Maric didn't say anything. The experience of fleeing over the years had built a high wall of caution in his heart. Now he only truly trusted a few people.

Well, after hearing this, Mr. Philip, the old man with the Eye of Wisdom, thought for a moment and decided to reject this decision and choose to trust Maric directly.

He took out an "ember fire" charm, handed it to the other person, and then said, "Do me a favor later."

"what?"

Noisy!
As the scarlet mist rose, the liquid in the iron pot was gradually stained dark green. An invisible force pulled all the evaporating mist back into the iron pot and scooped it into the transparent glass bottle prepared by Philip.

He didn't care about the joy of success. Holding the potion, he walked out of the kitchen under the protection of the two zombies around him, and walked along the short corridor back to the chess and card room where Maric was.

The moment the door opened, Maric cast his gaze towards the bottle of potion in Philip's hand, narrowed his eyes, and after careful confirmation, nodded and said, "Well, there is no problem with this potion."

After hearing the exact answer, Philip let out a breath and found a chair to sit down.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, raised the corner of his mouth, and humorously made a toast gesture to Maric, then raised his head and poured the potion into his throat without any hesitation.

A surging heat wave suddenly burst out.

The fragile body tissues seemed to be cut by boiling water and a sharp blade at the same time, and the internal organs sent out a sharp pain of resistance. Philip, who was preparing to try his best to regain his thoughts and use meditation to stabilize his state, completely gave up this idea.

He clenched his fist, feeling the pressure of the silver sheet, and muttered in a very forced and low voice: "Ember!"

Click!

As the spell disappeared, a warm breath lingered around and enveloped Philip's whole body again. In his hazy vision, the remaining fire in the shadow world was expanding at an imperceptible speed.

The light shrouding the dark land gradually extended, forcing some shadows to retract.
Maric watched quietly from the side, his brows furrowed without him knowing when. He sighed silently in his heart, took out the "Embellished Fire" talisman he had just obtained from his pocket, and rubbed it quietly.

I don’t know how long it took.

Philip, who was lying on the ground, heard the call in his ear and opened his eyes with some difficulty. He propped up his body and turned it to the front, which was almost falling apart in pain, and looked at the wooden ceiling and Maric's pale face above.

"Hehe, hehehe"

Philip smiled with relief.

Even though his entire body was in excruciating pain, so much so that he didn't even want to move a finger, and even the pain was so severe that he had lost some confidence in advancing to Sequence 6, no matter what, the advancement was a success.

At this moment, he has completely escaped the category of ordinary people and become a mid-sequence extraordinary person with sufficient extraordinary abilities.

"You're not in good condition." Maric narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Philip, whose eyes were red and whose skin was covered with abnormal black hair, and warned him, "If you can, you'd better meditate now to stabilize your condition, otherwise it will be easy to lose control." He was full of doubts, wondering why a mere Sequence 7 potion, with the help of the talisman, could cause the danger level to exceed his expectations, even rivaling the danger of his own promotion to a "zombie".

But that was not his concern.

Philip tried to pull himself together and nod, but it soon ended with a painful expression. He could only sigh and said, "Use the talisman on me for now, and I'll return it to you soon."

He gritted his teeth, expecting to continue wasting energy in his drowsy and turbid brain, spending some time explaining and arguing, but the sound of a spell came to his ears very crisply, "Ember."

A ray of golden flame penetrated Philip's body, causing the scarlet in his eyes to fade away, and the black hair on his skin was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ha, ha, ha." Philip took two breaths, raised his head and wanted to stand up, but the fatigue in his body was still not eliminated, so he had to fall to the ground again and feel the changes in his body.

The gap between a "werewolf" and a "madman" can be said to be a world of difference. The latter is nothing more than a reckless man who has mastered criminal skills, has physical data that exceeds that of ordinary people, and can sacrifice his IQ at critical moments.

But the former is different. If there hadn't been Captain Dunn, "Midnight Poet" Xijia, and the triple debuff of the Sleeping Spell in Tingen, he, Klein, and Xijia would probably have been eliminated directly.

While thinking this, Philip found that he had regained some strength. When he wanted to stand up from the ground, his consciousness suddenly became vague, and his heavy eyelids gradually drooped and finally closed.

In the shadow world, the light of the remaining fire has stopped extending, and the illuminated black areas have suddenly changed.

Philip stood up and stretched his still exhausted body a few times. He exhaled as if expecting something, and his sapphire eyes drooped slightly. "Okay, that's as expected."

"Let me see what else you can do."

hiss--!
The burning embers seemed to have stimulated something inside the dark land. Along with the sound of burning, two dark monsters, one big and one small, appeared with painful hisses and rushed towards the source of the fire frantically.

Monster spawn again?

Philip raised his eyebrows and confirmed his own condition and ability. In a very short time, his nails turned black and emitted a little dark green light.

The smaller, pitch-black humanoid monster gradually approached the remaining flames, and its body shrank rapidly as it burned, and soon it had become the size of a teenager.

A black and red poisonous fire appeared in its palm. Just as it was about to throw it forward, several cold lights flashed across, instantly splitting its broken body apart. Under the illumination of the light, it was gradually purified.

Seeing this, Philip looked away and looked forward again, but was suddenly stunned.

I saw that the body of the larger humanoid monster had expanded at some point and was barely able to resist the burning. On this basis, it continued to grow stronger and grew a pair of devil-like wings.

demon
Philip saw the demon rushing towards him. Without any hesitation, he leaned forward slightly, raised his hand and pointed it at the demon. Suddenly, a black-green flame appeared on his palm.

At the moment the two sides collided, the flame penetrated the demon's body and gradually spread around it. The demon also condensed a light blue flame at some point and directly burned Philip's chest.

boom--!
In the violent explosion, the remaining flames of the remaining fire were revealed again, causing the already weak demon to be completely decomposed like peeling off layers of silk, and then annihilated into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)