Pokemon phobia

Carlos walked through the winding corridor and came to the outside of the experiment field.He stood outside the gate and looked down into the field, only to see a flat circular open space connected to the end of a series of circular steps that went deep underground, and Tyron was standing quietly in it.

From a distance, the keel that was burned by the blue soul fire seemed to be gradually returning to life.

At this moment, Carlos heard footsteps coming from behind him. He looked sideways and recognized Miyaro.

He once heard Tai Lun talk about Miyaluo's mercenary team, and he has also had a little contact with him in the past few years. They are not familiar with each other, but they can't be said to be strangers.This six-star human mage in Azera has lost all spellcasting abilities at this time, but his bones have become extremely strong in the erosion of the underground sea. If he returns to Azera, he can at least compete with nine-star warriors.

Mi Yaluo nodded at him, and also looked at Tai Lun, the soul fire in his eyes was beating faintly, and his mood seemed a little depressed.

"Miyaro."

The skeleton knight heard the reputation and looked towards Carlos' smiling eyes.

"I heard from Tyron that the follow-up development of this magic is 'summoning'." He said softly, "You should also know that once Azera's life enters the demon world, it will be repulsed and eroded by the laws of the other world, and will eventually be able to Very few survived. And the reverse is also true, so Tyronn can't just send you back to Azra."

"But he found another theoretically feasible solution, that is - to create a brand new 'contract', using the magic power of Azera mages to protect the souls of monsters in turn."

The fire of Miyaluo's soul jumped for a while, and seemed to light up slightly.

Carlos smiled and continued: "You should know that there is a sage named 'Shaman' in the Sage Tower, right?"

Mi Yaluo nodded: [The only human among the seventeen sages has disappeared from public view for a long time, but it is rumored that she is still alive. 】

"Yes, she is still alive. Human life is too short for most advanced magical creatures. In order to obtain a longer life, Sharman transformed himself into a lich." Carlos said There was a pause here, "Of course you should have discovered that there are no liches in the Demon Realm today, but during the invasion of the Demon Realm in ancient times, the Lich was still one of the peak races in the Demon Realm. Sharman's Lich Transformation Magic is deduced from the materials handed down from that time."

【Lich...】Miyaluo murmured.

"Now Tyron also finds new inspiration from Sharman's magic."

Carlos raised a hand, and a misty phantom appeared in his palm.The light continuously twisted and changed, and then a layer of metal-like film covered the phantom light, and then condensed into a silver-white mithril jar.

"Did you know that because of the difference in the laws of the world, she can only seal herself in a jar made of mithril, unable to move, and will die once she tries her best to cast magic."

A horse-body man with black hair appeared in the picture composed of phantom light, reaching out to hug the mithril jar, and wandering around with her in his arms.

"So the sage Kidro became her leg and her protector. He provided her with the magic power to keep the mithril jar effective, so that this wise soul could stand in the long stream of time."

The horse body man in the picture puts the mithril jar on the table and sits on the ground to read a book, while Sharman in the mithril jar controls the magic quill to write and draw on the parchment.The picture quickly zoomed in on a huge bookshelf, on which were countless books covering a wide range of topics, all of which were signed by "Shaman Fredka".

Carlos put his five fingers together, and the picture suddenly disappeared.He said: "I don't know how it feels to her to live like this. Maybe it's lucky, maybe it's unfortunate, but it's her own choice. And what Tai Lun does is to give you the same opportunity—— Pay a certain price and get the chance to continue your life in Azera."

Miyaluo's soul fire was beating violently.He was silent for a long time, then asked with a smile: 【Your tone of voice is really familiar. Could it be that you were a high elf before? 】

"Why do you guess so?"

[Because you talk like you are reciting a poem,] Mialuo said [and Tyron once said that if he wanted to choose a partner, he would choose a high elf... usually he always avoids the high elves, and I thought he was Just kidding. 】

[Now it seems... is that referring to you? 】

Carlos smiled and replied, "Probably so."

After speaking, he looked at Tai Lun in the field again, was silent for a while, then turned and left suddenly.He walked through the corridor all the way, leaped over the abyss outside the Demon God Palace, and stopped on the opposite bank.

The high-ranking demons guarding the door of the Demon King's residence saw him and whispered in low voices.

"Is that the succubus of God?"

"I'm so envious of those succubi, they don't have to do anything, they can be favored by the demon god just by virtue of their looks."

"Really, what's so good about those succubi? Look at how weak they are, I can knock him down with one hand."

"The succubus is lucky."

Carlos ignored them, holding a black seed in his hand, and gently threw it to the ground.

The second the seed landed, like a stone thrown into a lake, a ripple suddenly appeared in the silence.The first tree grew from a seed to a towering giant tree, and then the roots spread underground, and the second, third, and fourth trees also rose one after another.They are increasing crazily in geometric multiples, and at the tenth breath, the black trees have grown into a forest without seeing the edge.

All the high-ranking demons were silent.

Carlos walked into the dense forest in silence, stopped next to the tallest tree in the depths, tapped his toes to the top of the tree, and sat down on a branch close to the top.

The wind passing through the forest rolled up the hem of his robe, and he roared away again.

After an unknown period of time, Tyron found him.

"What are you thinking?"

Carlos looked down at Tyron under the tree, and replied with a smile: "I was thinking, it would be great if so many things didn't happen."

Their journey was too long and tortuous.

But these are not because of someone's mistake, nor are they full of misunderstandings and contradictions like in the bard's love story; everything is inevitable as if it has been predestined, and it may not be possible to do it all over again better.

Tyron didn't speak any more, just opened his arms to him.Carlos jumped off the branch, threw himself into his arms, and asked, "How was the experiment?"

Tai Lun shook his head and said, "It's not considered a success."

The bone dragon was indeed "resurrected", but the soul strength that was supposed to show wisdom didn't play any role. It still had to give clear instructions like Azera's mudstone puppet before it could act.The only benefit is a significant reduction in mental power consumption.

This new magic system still needs time to perfect.

Suddenly, Carlos noticed a strange aura appearing at the edge of the forest, and he let out a sigh and focused his perception on that strange existence.It was a young man with dry flaxen hair. His original facial features were considered soft and delicate in the eyes of the Azera people, but unfortunately they were already in a half-rotten state.

What made Carlos notice him was not his appearance, but his soul that was out of tune with his body.

"what happened?"

"Nothing." Carlos said, "I just saw a strange guy using someone else's body. His soul doesn't fit that body at all. If this continues, I'm afraid he won't live for a few years."