Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The right hand injects more magic.His right wrist suddenly felt like it was exploding, and his headache got worse——

Like being drowned in the sea again.

The crackling sound of "click" can be heard endlessly.Olin's gaze fell into the full-length mirror at the door, which had been the source of their interest in this foreign land.

He saw his right hand explode from his wrist, rifts, blood, and astral magic scattered across the floor like ruby ​​shards floating on an alien surface.

His eyes, nostrils, and mouth all flowed jewel-like fluid, a stream of mixed blood and fissures.

"Your judgment is correct..." Olin said softly, "Objective and accurate."

Karas hugged Olin with one hand, opened his backpack with the other, took out his golden wand and drew a magic circle in the air. The formed magic circle encircled Olin like a spider web, strangled his skin, and finally penetrated into his body.

Olin didn't feel pain at the moment, but felt as if he had just eaten some herbal medicine, with an inexplicable expectation.

Callas' voice sounded in Olin's ear: "The facts are as we have seen, what do you want to do? If you choose to forget this memory, I will activate the retrospective and let your body return to the state before the crack. If you want to cure If it's okay, I'll follow the standard treatment."

"I don't want to forget any time I spent with you."

Callas kissed Orin's ear: "Okay, I'm starting to dissolve the rift. The process will continue until the sun goes down, it will hurt you, and it will make you more unhappy. It will take another five days for the limb to return to its original function. "

"No."

It means fighting against fate.No more people could be involved.

"I don't know what you have to hide..." Karas frowned, "I will solve this mystery."

The pain made Orin's thoughts slow down a few beats. There was really no magic at hand that could deal with Karas. When he realized this, the cyan magic circle had already locked him firmly and made him sink deep into the bed.

Karas snapped his fingers, the doors and windows closed tightly and locked automatically, and the curtains fell one after another. The room was pitch black, only the cyan magic circle shimmering in the darkness.

Orin's eyes had been blocked by blood and cracks, and he couldn't see anything.He lay prone on the bed, thinking about where he was going to take a shower later.

The hotel in the desert is not comparable to the prince's bedroom in Hallonni, and there is nothing but a dry well.

Thinking of this, Olin felt that his thoughts were confused again, excluding the factor of the oracle and only considering the crack.

He should have been thinking about how to stop the rift from regenerating.After a few episodes, Olin was well aware that his thoughts could have a devastating effect on a given wound.

But he is very clear that his thoughts are uncontrollable, unless every scar in his body is completely eliminated, so that his thoughts have no material landing point, and the generation of cracks is completely avoided.

--That is impossible.

Small wounds that cannot be repaired in the body gather to form the lethal factor of a certain day, perhaps this is the cruelty of fate.

... No, there are no roses yet, this is not the choice that fate requires.

Orin's thoughts returned to the level of magic.

Both Gore and Yalexia have studied the magic of healing the rift, but they have not been successful.Although Orin has a record of defeating his father, Gore's contribution as a top magician is not in war, but in creating the most basic magic system of Ellowyn.

Gore's magical theories appear in every spellbook of Ellowyn.Olin's work is limited to the craft level.As for Yalexia, who has written so many books, he doesn't even want to compare with her.

A strong disgust rose in Olin's heart, and he was unwilling to face a situation that he could not handle.This means confronting your own limitations, another realm that you cannot reach.

His scales began to crumble, from his wrists to his elbows.

...more rifts?

Karas said close to Olin's ear, "I'm going to use gold as part of the magic conductor. You control your emotions and don't melt the gold too quickly."

"What emotions do I have about gold?"

"Of course you don't have emotions for gold, but you have emotions for me..." Callas' voice was helpless.

In the darkness, Olin heard a "click" sound from under his body.The golden wand is a medium-sized wand made by him, half the height of a person, and can be disassembled into multiple shorter wands.

Olin vaguely guessed what Karas was going to do to him, he coughed, the blood gushing from his mouth dripped onto his arms, and there were scattered tingling sensations on his skin, which were caused by more and more trivial cracks .

"What would happen if I melted gold?"

Callas flicked his finger on Olin's head: "Then I'll knock you out, and then heal you, you will miss something to think about. If you want to continue the journey for 46 billion years, I think you still know good.

You've lived long enough to look at some things more objectively, including the nature of royalty as creatures.And, for the health and future of the royal family, it is better for you to convey these facts in secret. "

Orin knew that his nephews were also plagued by the Rift, and that the Rift wouldn't take the demon's life outright, it would just make them invisible and politically unlikely.He didn't understand, and didn't ask a question.

When the gold seeped into Orin's bones, the room was lit up for a moment by the out-of-control fire magic, and there were endless curses in the darkness.

Karas couldn't be happy either, usually what got in there was either a part of his body, or a maddening elixir, in short, it shouldn't be a magic conductor.

Thinking about it, Karas still frantically stabilized the wand, connected the gold and the magic circle that had been injected into Orin's body in advance.

In the darkness, cyan starlight covered Olin's body, which was the mark produced by the magic circle based on Olin's own magic channel.

Callas took the white handkerchief, wrapped it around the lower half of the golden cane, and held it to Orin's lips.

"Bite it, it will hurt later."

In the darkness, there was a light "click" from Karas' hand, and the golden cane stopped moving.

Callas explained: "Your body looks fine on the surface, but the cracks are created by the bones, and I'm going to use gold to repair all the bones in your body. It will hurt."

A skeptical "Hmm" sounded from below.

Callas went on to explain: "Gold is stable in nature, and its specific gravity is closest to the bones of the royal family."

Doubt grew louder.Olin simply spat out the golden cane: "That means repairing from the microcosmic rather than the causal level, how do you do it?"

"Just waiting for you to ask this..." Karas lifted Olin's chin and wiped the blood from his lips. In the darkness, he vaguely felt a trace of obvious dissatisfaction flashing across Olin's face, "This is cat cat The reason why the magic book will speed up the progress of Ellowyn's history."

"What is it?"

"Simply speaking, the smallest particle of matter is an atom, not ether. This is a theory hundreds of years later, and it will subvert the foundation of some magic. I will cure you from the atomic level, it's as simple as that."

"Heh, is it to cure me with magic from a hundred years later?"

Callas shook his head: "Not exactly. It will take a few more centuries to put this theory into practice. Now I just want to cure you and make out with you earlier."

"Don't use forbidden technology casually, other gods will trouble you."

"It depends on your political means..." Callas smiled slightly.

"If it's a classical god who can't afford to offend..."

Callas put away his smile and stuffed the golden cane back into Olin's mouth, "Okay, I'll talk about the trouble later, I won't make things difficult for you, at worst we'll escape from here together."

"It's so easy for you to ascend to the throne of God, don't do anything stupid..." The magic allowed Orin to explain his intentions, "Go get that handkerchief..."

"What handkerchief, bear with it, I want to cure you."

Callas chanted the spell softly, and the cyan starlight trails began to flash golden colors.

Olin buried his face deeply in his arms, and there was a wet and salty smell like drowning in the blood.

Karas watched the gold flow into the magic channel, and then slowly stopped.In the cervical spine, sternum, spine, pelvis, and thighs, there are cracks every few centimeters on the bones.The last murderer probably had the experience of making specimen slices.

Ain sent the best executioner to carry out the public execution. The murderer was hung in front of the palace gate and cut up for three days. He died on the fourth day and his body was thrown into the suburbs.

The murderer's family was in a village on the edge of Duoran, and all fifteen members of the family were wiped out by the royal firing squad.

Callas did not go to watch the execution, he stayed in the prince's bedroom to take care of Orin.He didn't feel the thrill of revenge, but rather that none of this happened.

At this moment, Karas also thought that everything is a cycle of fate or history. Orin should not endure the pain of treatment and messy thoughts, but enjoy the joy of traveling with him.

"Um……"

As Olin whined, the gold shimmered on his wrist, and the bones of his hand gradually formed like a scroll, making a creaking sound that made teeth ache, and it looked very terrifying.

Karas kissed Olin's forehead: "Don't use any magic power, it will be fine soon."

Bones, nerves, blood vessels, channels, muscles.The beautiful hands slowly appeared in front of Karas like a manufactured handicraft.

Olin's head was covered with cold sweat, and his brand-new right hand collapsed limply on the bed, like a foreign object that didn't belong to him at all.Callas looked back, the golden wand was exhausted, just enough.

"Ugh..."

Olin made a soft sound, the voice was a bit abnormal, but it didn't sound painful. He was limp on the bed and the blood stains