The infinite redemption of the Holy Light

Chapter 173 Alchemy Diary
After he put the unconscious Sakura on the ground, he squatted next to the dead middle-aged dead disciple.

From the outside, the Dead Apostle was not much different from ordinary humans, and this Dead Apostle did not undergo any major body modifications, but the corpse instantly turned pale after death, and the blood in his body disappeared without a trace as if it had evaporated.

This is considered a relatively good situation. Some dead apostles will even plant many poisonous eggs in their bodies. Once they die, they will completely erupt into a ghoul disaster.

Wang Huan carefully inspected the whole body of the fallen dead man with eyes full of holy light, and found no danger, so he stretched out his hand and peeled off his robe.

Wang Huan didn't pause in his movements, and seemed very calm. He was never afraid of corpses. The bloody scenes he touched with his hands were even more absurd than many horror movies.

Wang Huan kept groping on the dry corpse with holy light in his hands.

necklace?Pick it up.Ring, pull it off!

But soon Wang Huan discovered that Europe really does not exist.

Wang Huan couldn't laugh or cry looking at what he found from the corpse of this dead man.

A diary, some obviously worthless sundries, necklaces and rings are just commemorative ordinary items, not of much value, and there is no trace of magic fluctuations.

The magician's robe worn by the Dead Apostle is just ordinary, far inferior to the white robe worn by Wang Huan.

Among the only wallets that excite Wang Huan, there are only a dozen or so British pound notes of different amounts that are useful to Wang Huan, and the value is basically equivalent to 1000 yuan in RMB.

There are quite a few bank cards and passbooks in the wallet, but Wang Huan, who doesn't know the password, is like looking at a treasure house but has no keys at all.

Wang Huan shook his head, and opened the diary that was carried with him. Since Gray and Ying are not awake now, and Lu Bu has no intention of continuing to make trouble, Wang Huan simply browsed the contents of the diary with great interest.

Although the above are all in English, after becoming the envoy of the dimension, Wang Huan is born with the ability to understand all the world's characters. Every time he goes to a world, his words will be synchronized with that world.

The diary roughly records the experience of this dead man.

He was originally a magician of the Atlas Academy of the Magic Association.

The Magic Association is the largest magician organization in the world, and the Atlas Academy is one of the three major institutions of the Magic Association. There is the most advanced and powerful alchemist research institute, known as the "Giant's Crypt".

After a series of common reasons such as confusion, betrayal, and distortion in life, this original magician escaped from the Atlas Academy, transformed into a dead disciple, and began to be hunted down by the Magic Association.

This dead man still had some skills, and he just fled all the way to England, but some of the powerful alchemy and magic dresses he originally owned were also exhausted in the process.

Because he accidentally heard that the secret of true immortality was hidden in the tomb of King Arthur, the middle-aged dead man sneaked here at night to investigate, and turned the people in the monastery into ghouls to hinder the tomb guards. The previous scene happened.

The corner of Wang Huan's mouth curled up slightly. Should it be said that this guy was unlucky to meet him, or should it be said that he was unlucky and didn't find anything.

In the second half of this diary, many alchemy techniques and some common magic tricks of the Atlas Academy were recorded.

In a sense, these alchemy and magic techniques are much more precious than treasures.

Wang Huan's eyes brightened slightly, he quickly memorized these contents, and raised his head to look at Lu Bu.

It's time for Lu Bu's summoning, and 10 minutes has ended.

The figure of the red rabbit horse had disappeared, and Lv Bu, who was dressed in Tang Ni armor and a purple gold crown, chuckled, pointed at Wang Huan with Fang Tian's painted halberd in one hand.

"Interesting guy, after destroying the locust tree, the underworld and Soul-suppressing Street are already in chaos. I didn't expect you, the mastermind, to come to another world... Your current strength is really pitiful, I hope you return to Soul-suppressing Street I will be able to recover in time. My real master Diao Linghui, I am very much looking forward to fighting with you!"

Diao Linghui, the only crazy woman in the Hall of Heroes who can compete with Xiang Kunlun?
Wang Huan remained silent. He must return to the world of Zhenhun Street, but at that time, he must first increase his strength to the point where he can handle everything.

"One last reminder, some slightly stronger people are coming..."

Lu Bu's figure suddenly dissipated along with the blood-red spiritual power, but his words surprised Wang Huan slightly.

someone is coming?

Wang Huan took a roll of his white robe, and put the things he found into the white robe in an instant.

Although the ability of his own dimensional envoy disappeared, the white robe on him, which embodies the will of the white robe army, still retains its effectiveness, and its indestructible characteristics and the function of storing items are still there.

Wang Huan immediately picked up Ying, hesitated for a while, then picked up Grey, and was about to leave here with the two of them on his shoulders.

If the people who come here are dead disciples, it will be miserable.

But just as Wang Huan rushed out of the grass in the cemetery and came to the back of the dilapidated building, when he wanted to run into the forest, several figures suddenly descended from the sky!
Like a shooting star piercing the night sky, the light of each magic trick flickers on and off in the darkness.

"Rune Magic Gun!"

A ray of light like a red gun fell rapidly towards Wang Huan's direction, making Wang Huan stop instantly and retreat.

On the ground in front of Wang Huan, a big hole with a radius of one meter was smashed by the red gun light formed by this magic, and the turf was blown away far away.

There was a trace of cold sweat on Wang Huan's forehead. The power had reached this level, and it was not something he could handle at all.

But there seems to be something to talk about.

This magic attack was not aimed directly at Wang Huan, but more of a warning.

Wang Huan raised his head and looked at these people coming from all directions.

This group of people basically wore similar clothes. The men wore black combat dresses, while the women wore suits of various colors. The entire group was full of chill.

When Wang Huan saw the group of people clearly, especially the stern-looking girl who cast the rune magic before, he knew the identity of the person in front of him.

Fortunately, it's a member of the Magic Association.

"Who are you?" The glamorous girl of fifteen or sixteen approached Wang Huan.

She has short rose-red hair, even her pupils are nine-red, and there is a tear mole under her exquisite pupils. The men's suit she wears makes her look more capable and cold.

Wang Huan was thinking about how to answer, but he recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

Bazzett, a descendant of the "Ku Chulainn" knights, the hero of the Red Branch Knights, is very powerful, and she can even fight against the heroic spirits in the future with her family magic and treasures.

Several other magicians have come to the cemetery and saw a messy grass and their goal.

Bazett glanced at it, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at Wang Huan in disbelief: "You killed the dead disciple?"

"No, actually, I'm just a passer-by."

　The first two chapters are a bit messy, and the content has been slightly changed. If you don’t understand it, you can refresh and read it again, or give your opinion in the book review.

　　
　
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