Wizard: Surviving in the Steam Age with Points for Demon Hunter

Chapter 272 Demigod!

Strong fluctuations spread from the legendary skeleton wizard, and the rune array in the entire Intelligence Department hall flickered violently.

The flickering light and darkness revealed the darkness and horror of the crystal white bones.

And Armitage's heart sank.

As long as we persist for a while, or let the news here spread, we will definitely survive.

however--

"Are you waiting for Boras?"

The rune mark between Annep's eyebrows rotated rapidly.

Not only that, there were fifteen skulls appearing above him.

Their colors are no longer uniformly white, but each is different.

Some have elemental hearts imprinted on their eyebrows, and the colorful elemental fluorescence makes the white bone head even more gorgeous.

Some are imprinted with dozens of illusory marks like shadows, making the head looming, as if it is not in this space.

And more of them are like the marks on Annep's eyebrows at this time, some of the lines are the same, and some are different.

Added together in bits and pieces, there are hundreds of rune imprints of the necromancy system, making it look like the agent of the world of death.

"You can't wait!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Annep opened his arms and clasped his hands together. A brand mark between his eyebrows projected a gray mist, which circled and landed in the middle of the metacarpal bones.

"Risi, Cons, Titano, Sclara..."

And the several original sub-bodies behind him, representing the necromancy system, simultaneously recited the difficult-to-pronounce Gonzalez language.

Channels of cold breath were exhaled from the mouth of the child, blowing towards the gray mist in Annep's palm.

The next second, the gray mist formed into a ball, and then expanded, covering Annep's entire body.

Armitage stared at the changes in the gray fog and murmured:

"The ultimate witchcraft of the necromancy system...Blight Angel!"

He didn't expect that Annep would cast this legendary spell without reservation.

"Ho ho... If you die under this spell, Armitage Freed, your name as a ghost wizard will not be in vain!"

As the sound of crunching bones was heard, the gray fog slowly dissipated.

I saw that Annep's appearance had changed at this time——

His body swelled twice in size, like a skeleton warrior, with his crystal white bones covered with a layer of gray.

A tattered gray robe hung on his body, highlighting the aura of despair that seemed to be struggling to climb from the world of the dead.

Behind him, a pair of huge bone wings spread out, suspending his entire body in the air.

Weird, dark, cold, desolate...

"why?"

Armitage's body became thinner, and once the time of the blood boiling spell passed, plus the withered angel figure, he knew that he would not be able to escape unless there was an accident.

Now he just wants to know the reason.

Even if Boras discovers Annep's identity, why bother killing him at this time, the director of the intelligence department?

Unless you want to destroy the entire Ghost School's intelligence system.

Or...the Devourers are ready to take the stage and want to compete with the Ghost Orthodox? !

"why?"

Annep tilted his head. The gray body was like a weathered skeleton, with bits and pieces falling down.

"Maybe you're tired?"

"Boras and I joined Ghost together, established a research institute together, and were promoted to legend together..."

"But he is the vice president of the Ghost School, the head of the Ice Castle Research Center, and is well-known throughout the wizarding world. What about me?"

"Ho ho ho... I'm just an ordinary ghost legend!"

"Do you know that kind of pain? Even though I have a share in the research, I will always be the second author."

"Obviously we spent that dark era together and prevented the Dark Empire from resurrecting, but..."

Armitage interrupted: "That's not what I want to know!"

His expression calmed down, and his mental perception only covered his whole body.

It was clear that at this time, there were not only runes in the entire hall, but also the isolation runes that Annep had cast before.

"Why are you taking action now?"

"You should know that if you kill me, the ghost will no longer have your place."

"Is it because of my existence that affects you? Or..."

"Ho ho..."

Annep's eyes, which had all turned into darkness, stared at the werewolf and opened his mouth silently.

"When you become an undead, you will know the answer!"

"Now--"

"cut!"

A phantom sickle made of gray mist appeared in his hand, and he swung it twice with one arm.

Seeing this scene, Armitage grinned.

After quietly popping up a tiny invisible dust particle, he stood there calmly, waiting for death to come.

He has done everything he needs to do, and he only hopes that the ghost can survive this crisis safely...

Two huge scythes formed from the gray mist slashed out, slashed through Armitage's body, and shattered the already precarious rune circle into pieces.

It also completely destroyed the isolation runes arranged by Annep himself.

Click-squeak!

puff!

Armitage is still standing, but at this time, all the clothes on his body are gone. After being scratched by the gray fog slash, the hair, skin, and bones turn into a phantom, slowly forming a dim gray light, slashing towards the rear. Chase.

The accompanying gray fog disappeared, and the werewolf director also dissipated - as if he had never appeared.

"Annep—"

Perhaps sensing something unusual, Boras instantly appeared in the lobby of the Intelligence Department.

Not only him, but all the people under the great wizard in the entire Ice Castle Research Center felt the oppressive and heavy aura surrounding them.

legend?

How dare anyone attack the Ghost School? !

One after another, figures flashed and appeared in the hall.

They looked at the parchment fragments scattered around them, the dilapidated and gray walls, and the skeleton angel standing quietly in mid-air——

"Yes, it's the legend of Annep!?"

"And here, that, that's Director Armitage's identity card, how could it be... why did you..."

The wizards looked at Annep in disbelief, with doubts, shock, and surprise in their eyes.

But at this time, they all stood silently behind Boras.

No matter what happens here, the choice of who to follow is already clear!

"Annep..."

Boras looked at that figure, his limbs stiffened, and all the bones in his body seemed to be trembling. He squeezed out words with a crackling sound:

"You, damn it!"

"Ho ho..."

Annep turned his head slightly, his strange and terrifying dark eyes fell on the surrounding wizards, and said with a smile:

"Boras, Deputy Chairman! Have you thought of such an ending?"

"You discovered my anomaly, noticed the Devourer's movements, and reported the abnormalities in the world of the undead to Chief Wakraf..."

"But what you don't know is that if Chief Wakraf doesn't leave, how can we take advantage of the situation?"

Boras was furious when he heard what he said.

A golden cane instantly appeared in his hand, and several runic arrays rose up one after another.

In just a moment, Boras suddenly transformed into a withered angel, facing Annep face to face.

Almost the same appearance, but the rune marks on his forehead are more numerous and shine brighter.

And there were as many as thirty-one origin sub-bodies that emerged one after another behind him, hovering around the hall, looking indifferently at the skulls opposite.

Annep didn't stop him, or even made any move.

He opened his mouth, and as the two rows of teeth opened and closed and collided, a sound like countless harmonies sounded:

"I've wanted to fight like this for a long time, Boras!"

boom!

Two wizards of the legendary necromancy system collided fiercely with the same ultimate witchcraft!

The terrifying aura of death erupted instantly, and the gray mist was like the manifestation of their origins, entangled with each other, but clearly separated.

Rumbling--

Even at the level of a great wizard, under the cover of those two bone wings, he could not withstand the shock caused by the original impact.

Even the entire ice fortress was shaking, and the walls connected by runes and made of extremely cold ice jade were affected, making an overwhelming sound.

"Everyone get out of the ice castle!"

Boras' tone was cold, and along with the words, the golden cane tapped somewhere in the void.

The surrounding ice walls froze instantly, rune lines appeared one after another, and rune nodes flickered.

He chose to directly activate the rune array of the entire ice castle, and even wanted to use this place as a battlefield for the two of them.

After hearing what Boras said, all the wizards around them left the castle.

They knew that legendary wizards, especially these two legendary wizards of the secret magic system, could not compete with numbers.

At this time, Boras looked at the strangely calm Annep and squeezed out a few words:

"Tell me, why, why did you kill Armitage?"

He originally wanted to kill it directly, but the ice castle was too big.

There are also many wizard apprentices, and those people are the future of ghosts...

"Want to know?"

"Beat me and I'll tell you!"

Annep tilted his head and slashed horizontally with the gray mist-condensed sickle in his hand.

As the scythe flew out, the original body around him recited incantations and released spells one after another.

Bone prison, claws of the undead, blade of frost...

Seeing this, Boras remained unmoved. The bone wings behind him shook, and the gray mist around him shook out like ripples.

Two circles were formed, covering him and all the original sub-bodies.

呲——

When the sickle blade and those spells hit it, they dissipated like a bubble just like Armitage before.

"I told you, the Devourer is a puppet corrupted by the source!"

"so what?"

Annep saw that those spells were ineffective, but he was not depressed. He swung his sickle and cut out streaks of gray mist.

"The Devouring Faction existed as early as the Third Era and still exists today. Don't you understand?"

"That's the laissez-faire behavior of the various chiefs of the Ghost School!"

"They all know that Devourer is the trump card that will be used when the school is in crisis."

"Don't you know this very well? Boras...Jie hahaha...Deputy Chairman!"

A wave of powerlessness fell over Boras.

As Annep said, there have always been devouring wizards, and even the top leaders of the school are aware of it.

But never solved it...

"That's not why you killed Armitage!"

Boras gritted his teeth, his gray-bone head extremely cold.

I saw him stretching out his hands, holding them empty - the gray mist sickle appeared.

But unlike the one in Annep's hand, the scythe in Boras's hand was more solid, and even shone with a metallic sheen.

The sickle handle is very long, comparable to his pair of open bone wings.

The sickle blade is sharp, and when the gray mist spreads, it carries tiny black lightnings, and makes a crackling sound when it touches the surrounding space.

"You finally took it out, one of the forbidden holy weapons - the Dark Scythe!"

Annep's head was slightly lowered, and his whole body looked more gloomy, as if he had been waiting for Boras to summon the scythe. Boras slowly raised the scythe, carried the scythe blade outward to his shoulder, and then swung it down——

"Lean, Ye Luo, Si——"

Dance of Death - Midnight!

As the sickle passed by, the entire hall suddenly went dark.

Under the extreme darkness, only the sickle blade formed by the dim shadow was vaguely visible.

It's like a line dividing space, cutting across it!

but--

Annep remained motionless and allowed the sickle blade to slice through him.

His mouth even grinned, as if mocking.

"Oh?" Boras saw this scene and said, "That thing you are wearing is..."

"Dark Armor Ka."

Annep stretched out his hand and pulled the broken gray robe on his body, and the dark black mist rose, dyeing the ashes on his body black.

"We are both forbidden holy weapons, so we are not afraid of your dark scythe."

Boras was silent for a few seconds and said, "It seems that you have already prepared."

"Sir, it's normal for me to take you seriously. I have been preparing for this day for a long time."

Annep Jiejie smiled and continued: "You must have guessed it, yes, I killed Merrill and Blackaway."

Boras said nothing when he heard these two names, as if they were just two strangers.

"They discovered my identity, so I had no choice but to let them become my origin..."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Are you ready to let me go?"

Seeing his silence, the aura around Annep gradually turned black, and her tone became arrogant.

"What's wrong? Mr. Vice Chairman, have you given up? Jiejie..."

"Come and kill me, kill me, you know everything!"

"It's not just the Devouring Sect, there's also a deeper dark existence hidden inside the ghost. I also know that..."

"Is it chaos?" Boras said.

"Ka?" Annep's laughter stopped, and she stared at him with deep abyss eyes, her tone slightly startled, "You know? How is it possible, those people..."

"I guess the forbidden clothes you are wearing were given to you by them, right?"

"No, you can't know. If you noticed it, then..."

Boras opened his mouth, and a stiff sigh came out.

He looked at Annep and moved his fingers slightly.

A runic array rose, and a faint black light flickered to form a black hole-like ball of light.

There were a few faint murmurs, like a sleepy voice, lingering around the entire hall.

Click, click, click...

Crisp footsteps came from the black hole.

The steps that were not neat and tidy, like a being with high and low feet, were slowly walking towards here.

"No, it's impossible! He, he can't come back, he-"

Annep's face, which could not show any expression, actually showed a look of fear as the black energy gathered and dispersed.

"Why isn't it possible?"

Boras tilted his head and looked at him calmly, "Not only the chief, but actually even your opportunity to take action this time did not exceed my expectations."

"you!?"

"That's right,"

Before he finished speaking, Boras waved again.

A dust particle that was invisible to the naked eye appeared in his metacarpal bone, and the gray fog gathered in an instant.

The next second, the particles shrouded in the gray fog ball sprouted and grew like seeds, and then expanded.

In the hazy moment, a tall body appeared in the gray mist.

Shockingly, it was the dead Director of Intelligence, Armitage Freed!

However, after he appeared, he did not open his eyes immediately, but lay down on the ground as if sleeping.

"No, impossible!!"

Seeing that scene, Annep's voice became even more desperate.

"It's impossible for you to notice it, it's devouring, it's chaotic, it's impossible!"

"Just go ahead and capture her, Annep, I will..."

But as he said that, Boras shook his head slightly, and his tone was a little lonely, "Forget it, that bastard Wakraf won't let you go."

"That's right!"

At this time, a slightly older voice came from the black hole.

As the words fell, a figure wearing a black robe with a ghost black fire mark on his chest appeared from the magic circle.

With a tall and straight figure and short gray and white hair, a pair of black sunglasses is particularly eye-catching.

His face was not old, but as white and tender as a young man.

After he walked out, he looked at the two withered angels and smiled, his white teeth shining brightly in the gray mist-shrouded hall.

"Thank you for your hard work, Boras."

"Chief Vaklav." Boras bowed.

"Talk later,"

Wakraf waved his hand, turned his face, and looked at Annep who was hanging in the air.

"It's not easy for you to hide it for so long."

"You, since when...no," Annep Kaka asked: "You can detect the Devourer, but how do you know about the Chaos Sect?"

"Those existences, those terrifying existences, they..."

"You want to say that they have been hiding in the dark side, they have been the source of chaos for centuries, and they possess extremely terrifying power, right?"

Wakraf asked with a half-smile: "Is this question your last words?"

Annep's hands and feet were in panic, and the forbidden death artifact still couldn't bring him a sense of security.

As for Boras, he could handle it and even had the confidence to escape unscathed.

But Waclav is different!

He is not only the chief of the Ghost School, but also a demigod-level wizard!

Such a powerful existence, even if the gods appear in the world, he still has the power to rival him.

Even killing gods——

"I, I...even if you know it, it's impossible to deal with it."

"Boras, don't you want to know who attacked the Occult School? Let me tell you, it's them, the source of chaos!"

"They win over us and want the Devouring Sect to become the orthodox inheritance of the Ghost School. They..."

"Silence!"

Wakraf frowned slightly and waved his hand impatiently.

An extremely complex mark can be vaguely seen between the eyebrows, and a faint aura can be heard.

"Kakaka..."

Annep opened her mouth, but found that she could not convey any sound.

This is the power of demigods, this is demigods!

Even a legendary wizard like him is still like a baby in front of Wakraf, weak and pitiful...

"Boras, your plan worked."

After doing this, Waclav ignored Annep, glanced at the unconscious Armitage, and said: "With him, we should be able to catch all the Devourers in one go, right?"

Boras nodded slightly: "Enough!"

"In addition to the list in Armitage's hands, I believe Annep's origins can provide some people. But..."

"I'm a little worried about those sources of chaos. Their methods are too weird."

"Ha!" Wakraf laughed mockingly, "Those scumbags who just hide in the dark and wait for their masters to come. If they really had terrifying power, we wizard schools would have ceased to exist long ago!"

"You are right," Boras was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

"According to your previous plan, kill them all, count them all!"

Wakraf snorted: "I'm not the weak bastards before who were worried that lack of strength would have an impact on the school. I don't think so!"

"In recent years, the number of arcane wizards who have died at the hands of the Devouring Sect has increased year by year, and many genius wizards have not grown up..."

"If I hadn't found their tail before, I would have taken action long ago."

Boras nodded, "I understand."

"Leave this to you, leave Annep to me, and I will pass on the list of those miscellaneous things to you later."

Another mark lit up between Waclav's brows, and a faint light was projected onto Annep, covering his entire body.

"Kakaka..."

Annep was so anxious that he opened and closed his mouth quickly, and the two rows of teeth collided crazily, making a series of sounds.

But the next second, only the chief and deputy chairmen of the Ghost School were left in the room.

"Pass? Are you going to..."

"I'm going to go out," Wakraf grinned and said with a smile, "First I'm going to solve the troubles with the Mysterious School, and then I'm going to take a look around the Cordo Sea."

"The flaws of spell runes and the subject of mechanical undead are very interesting, and that bastard Salvatore..."

"I want to see if that little guy is really that magical."

"Wayne?"

Boras removed the spell effects on his body and returned to a short skeleton. He said, "Are you going in person? It's not good..."

"What's wrong? The Church of Dawn can send out a cunning, cunning, obscene and shameless Judgment Saint like Celestia."

"As the leader of the school, I can't go? Who made the rule?"

"not me……"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Wakraf waved his hand to interrupt, and a space gap appeared in the surrounding space. He stepped straight into it, and the lingering sound came.

"I hope I can see those bastards' heads when I come back!"

Kaka!

Looking at the empty nothingness, Boras gritted his teeth and jumped up, waving his arms and performing a combination of punches.

"Throw everything to me, are you the chief or am I the chief?"

"Otherwise, we might as well abdicate and I'll be the chief!"

At this time, Wakraf's head popped out of the void and said with a smile:

"Also - next time in the Legend Council, I will propose that you be the chief of the Ghost School, hahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly retreated and disappeared.

Boras moved for a moment, remained silent for a long time, and then roared in a low voice:

"Asshole, damn it, you better never come back!"

"Huh?" Armitage woke up at the right time. "Who doesn't want to come back? Is it the legend of Annep?"

"What a fart!"

boom!

Boras looked down at him and punched him in the head.

"Go on to sleep!"

Armitage lay down again, with only one consciousness remaining in his mind.

Fuck, am I alive or dead?

(End of this chapter)