Mysterious Catastrophe

Charlemagne wanted to say something else, but he could only spit out large chunks of blood: "You won...but do you think...you can get everything...Dream! You know...I am best at It's still a curse subject!"

Charlemagne's finger was stained with blood, and it touched the tattoo on his cheek.

Click, click!

The next moment, the tattooed scorpion on his face seemed to come alive, making the sound of mechanically rotating gears, and moving around his face.

"I... offer my life as a sacrifice, and curse the enemies in front of me!"

Charlemagne looked ferocious, and spit out the last incantation: "Manning!!!"

Buzz!

A terrible curse was formed.

As a curse master, the most terrifying method is undoubtedly sacrificing one's own life and cursing the enemy!

In addition, the distance from the enemy will also greatly affect the power of the curse.

And now... all these conditions are extremely unfavorable to Aaron!

After chanting the word that opened the curse, Charlemagne lowered his head, and the breath of life on his body quickly dissipated.

Not only that, the flesh and blood on his body withered in an instant, turning into a mummified corpse...

In the void, only a blue scorpion tattoo remained.

It seems to live in the void, and every joint in its body is alive.

suddenly!

The back of the scorpion was split open, and one eyeball emerged: "It's really delicious...Since the contractor has offered everything to him, I... the Scorpion of Manning will also curse his enemy... The enemy is... eh?! "

Eyeballs widened to the limit, as if seeing something unbelievable.

Then, on Aaron's body, one after another, the curses that were thick to the limit emerged!

Among them, there is not only the figure of a mutilated woman, but also the traces of scales of a big snake... There is even a pair of broken wings covering the sky and the sun, hugging Aaron from both sides, as if some kind of protection.

"this much……"

"So many high positions exist?"

Manning's scorpion's eyes suddenly closed: "Is it alright if I go back now?"

In any case, the condition of this cursed object is too weird.

It kind of wants to slip...

As for the contract with Charlemagne?This human being also signed a curse contract with himself by relying on his skin and shame, and it is not very binding on himself...

And looking at the situation here, even if the gecko cuts off its tail, it still has to slip!

It's just a weak, pitiful, and helpless wizard creature who doesn't want to be involved in the fight of so many big bosses-it will kill the scorpion!

"no!"

The next moment, Aaron reached out and grabbed the scorpion between reality and illusion: "Since you helped Charlemagne curse me, you are my enemy. Why should I let my enemy go?"

The eyeballs on the scorpion's back turned and found that a gray beak almost touched his own eyeballs.

An inescapable feeling came.

It couldn't help whimpering: "I am willing to admit my mistake...I am willing to give compensation!"

"I need... a book that introduces curses, the higher the level, the better." Aaron thought for a while and put forward the condition.

"this is very simple……"

The Scorpion of Manning immediately swung its tail sting, and a part of its tail fell off, turning into a green tome in mid-air.

Every page of the book, as if carved directly from jasper, has a beautiful feeling.

On the cover of the book, there is a lock of a red-eyed scorpion.

"We, the Manning Scorpion family, are born cursed creatures... This "Book of Ailan's Curse" was originally written by a high-ranking warlock, and was later mortgaged to me by one of his descendants... ..."

The Scorpion of Manning introduced it flatteringly.

"Oh, not bad!"

Aaron accepted the tome: "I forgive you... Next, tell me the origin of that woman and the snake, and you can go..."

"Origin, origin?"

The eyeballs suddenly widened, bloodshot inside: "Why...why do you force me?"

A sense of danger came, and Aaron couldn't help but take a few steps back and let go of the scorpion in his hand.

In the next moment, the eyeballs swelled to the limit, and countless bloodshots in them squirmed like earthworms... Finally... Boom! ! !

A terrifying explosion formed.

Just the aftermath turned the nearby castle into ruins.

"Would you rather die avatar than say those two names?"

Aaron murmured, and withdrew the snake scales on his body for defense: "It seems...it seems like it may have provoked something terrible..."

……

Time to night.

Aaron left the semi-abandoned castle directly and came to another lakeside villa.

night.

The lights were dim.

He took out "Alan's Curse Book" and put it on the desk.

Just when Aaron was about to open the book of curses, the emerald green scorpion came alive, waving its two big pincers at him and hissing.

"Ask me for a sacrifice? Reading this book... Every hour, you need the pure soul of an innocent person?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth, and he turned to the red-eyed Jasper Scorpion: "I think you are tired of your life, how dare you blackmail me?"

After a crackling repair, Jasper Scorpion, which became swollen and swollen, with the red light in its eyes half gone, let go of its tail, opened the book of curses, and came to the title page.

On the title page, there is a sketch of a woman, the lines used are very soft, and the beauty and health of this young girl can be seen.

But the next moment, this face seemed to come alive, with an extremely terrified expression: "Help me...help me...please..."

Aaron's face remained unchanged, and he turned to the first page: "Curse is one of the eight major spells of warlocks...it is quite mysterious and difficult to master...Next, I will talk about the three elements of curse..."

"Among the many known cursed creatures, the ones most suitable for contracts as magic pets are the Cursed Crow and the Manning's Scorpion!"

……

"Is it great?"

When Aaron thought of the scorpion he met, he felt normal.

He collected himself, continued to read, and found that the curse technique was really strange, and it was almost a lore for ordinary people and apprentice warlocks who were inferior to the caster!

Even, the weak can defeat the strong and do all kinds of incredible things.

For example, Charlemagne's decisive blow... well, this is a counterexample...

"Among the many curses, the curse cast at the cost of giving up one's life is the most terrifying one..."

"But there are more terrifying existences than the curse of life..."

Line after line of text emerged from the emerald green pages, and even blood continued to ooze down.

"The curse is related to personality..."

"Some high positions exist...such as warlocks above level seven...the places they have been, the things they have done...they have a certain probability of becoming a 'ritual', so that those who enter by mistake will be cursed...as a person Reaching the eighth-level warlock, this probability becomes 'inevitable'!"

"Once upon a time, a fourth-level warlock broke into XXXX, and then... he only survived for ten years, and was turned into a puddle of pus and blood under the watchful eyes of a large number of warlocks!"

"When encountering the curse of a high position, there is no way to lift it...unless——to fight the personality with the personality!"

……

Aaron turned to the last page and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He had a hunch that he might have encountered a high position curse!

As for why it's not dead yet?

This number one is naturally due to the strength of the seal.

The second reason, probably because of his special nature?

An ordinary warlock may not be able to persist for a few days in this illusion!

"Interesting...interesting..."

Aaron closed the book of curses, and the little scorpion, who had been taught a lesson, immediately tied the buttons with its tail to seal the entire book.

"What a greedy little guy... he's also very courageous."

Frightened by him, the little scorpion quickly flicked its tail away, posing as if you just look at it.

Aaron smiled slightly. The Book of Curses contains a lot of content. Even by learning from it, ordinary talented people may embark on the path of curse warlocks.

But for him, the important information is only those few sentences.

The rest can only be considered average, at most due to the different dimensions, it is just a little reference.

"Traces left by a high-ranking existence?"

"It seems... that the Ardson Continent was abandoned by warlocks, not just because it was barren?"

Aaron yawned and looked at the curse mark on the back of his hand: "But... I still have time, wait and see again..."

According to the book of curses, most curses will slowly weaken with the passage of time.

After all, there is a problem of energy consumption.

And the only curse that never regresses must involve the existence of seventh-level warlocks and above!

……

For ordinary people on the Addison continent, they have no idea what a formal warlock represents.

It is precisely because of ignorance that we can live happily.

But for those warlock families, the weight of the 'Wings of Hermes' in their hearts has been infinitely elevated.

After all... Even the most powerful warlock families are nothing more than hidden antiques of high-level warlock apprentices in the family, and relying on a few bloodline props made by their ancestors, they can barely unleash a few powerful attacks.

They usually rarely even make shots.

An official warlock can completely sweep the entire Addison continent, but he missed on the wings of Hermes. This is enough to make them raise the danger level of this organization, and even fear and fear...

But none of this mattered to Aaron.

With the change of time, year after year passed quickly.

A major event also happened during this period.

Turin, an official warlock of the Misri family, returned to the continent of Ardson.

She has lived for a long time, to the point where even the means of warlocks can't prolong her life, so she can only return to her hometown and wait for death.

After hearing that the Wing of Hermes may have an official warlock, the old warlock looked for Aaron on the mainland regardless of his old age.

And then... her plan failed ignominiously.

Aaron avoided seeing him directly.

Unlike Charlemagne's parallel importer, this old woman in Turin is a warlock who has lived to the end of her lifespan. Regardless of her willpower and combat experience, she has extremely rich willpower and combat experience. It's all normal.

Therefore, Aaron chose to give it a go.

Then, I waited for the news that the other party died of old age...

Even after the news came out, he waited ten years before going out as Wings of Hermes.

……

In a blink of an eye, 50 years have passed.

It's time for the annual apprentice selection again.

Teams of carriages full of hope sent each gifted child to the highlands of the stars.