Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Miracle's proud legs finally came down.

"It's not fair! The inspiration clearly went through the ritual with me, so why am I the only one suffering!"

Inspiration provided an explanation for his mischievous friend: "Because I only made a pot of soup, which doesn't violate any laws." He glanced at Nia behind Lyle, "Long time no see, Plague Doctor. Your ritual seems to have been very successful, which is truly gratifying."

"It's been a long time, Mr. Inspiration. It was truly thanks to you and the miracle that Nia was born." Lyle bowed to the two of them.

The scholar looked at Lyle with a hint of surprise. "Your erroneous ritual was guided by a miracle?"

"Yes, teacher."

"Fortunately, things turned out well by a twist of fate. Don't be so impulsive next time, Plague Doctor. It's almost impossible to avoid accidents when experimenting with miracles," the scholar introduced Lyle to the crowd. "This is the Plague Doctor, my new student, Law and Mirror. Remember to take good care of your junior in the future. Miracles and Inspiration, stay away from him in the future."

"Okay, teacher."

Jing walked over casually, patted Lyle on the back, and made the exemplary gesture of a senior student, "From now on, the Magic Research Society will protect you, Plague Doctor."

The scholar snorted, "You'd better focus on yourself. Once you can defeat Apocalypse, you'll probably be able to compete with Mr. Raymond for the protection of the Plague Doctor."

“Raymond! The Plague Doctor is the legendary Pure One!” Law pinched his chin. “So, by kidnapping the Plague Doctor, we can force Raymond to undergo the law enforcement’s punishment ritual? Teacher, don’t stop me! The chaos Raymond caused in Andrei is enough for me to turn his soul into an idiot. The law must be fair and just to guarantee its value.”

The scholar calmed the restless heart of the law. "While I understand your determination to uphold the rules, Law, some things require careful consideration. If Raymond really goes with you to the Department of Punishments, who knows who will be exonerated in the end? The judge is an upright man; don't drag him down with you."

"Offending Raymond might be worse than offending the Advanced Magic Research Institute."

The scholar then got to the point.

"Miracle, what are the results of your research? About that ritual of stealing divine power from the flesh."

Mr. Miracle displayed his utmost enthusiasm, pulling a small paper packet from his pocket containing an unidentified piece of meat with black juice seeping from its edges.

"This is the result of my research. I synthesized artificial flesh from the remains of a sea monster. I call it the Flesh of Deception, teacher. It is perfectly capable of serving as the main ingredient in certain mysterious rituals. It can deceive those ancient gods."

“It was very effective, teacher. I used this piece of meat as a medium during the Plague Doctor’s talent awakening ceremony, and it really worked.”

The scholar's eyes were fixed on the piece of meat in Miracle's hand, and then on Miracle's confident face.

"You say this is artificially synthesized by you, but what are your raw materials?"

"A sea monster."

"What kind of sea monster is it, and what are its physical characteristics?"

"A very large octopus tentacle, as for what kind of sea monster it is, it's an unknown sea monster."

"...How did you obtain the materials for this sea monster?"

"I found it."

"...Where did you 'find' it?"

"I found it at the Andrei underground giant reservoir, from an old man who only talks about bedbugs."

The scholar rubbed his head, as if he had thought of something.

“Miracle, do you remember that I taught you not to add a substance to an experiment before you know its identity?”

“I remember, teacher, but magic is about innovation. If you don’t even dare to touch the unknown, how can you innovate?”

The scholar's magical chains began to slip due to the restlessness of magic, like a water snake eyeing its prey.

"The flesh and blood of the evil god is the poison of this world. Its blood drives people mad and leads to all outcomes that are deformed and twisted. It is pure pollution, not just the dark power mixed in those sacrificial arrays."

"Teacher, I understand, but how does this relate to what we were talking about before?"

The scholar's chains slid through the surrounding air like a chainsaw, the blue magic roaring as it cut. The scholar was like the center of a whirlpool, the waters of Mirror Lake churning restlessly under the influence of his power.

He looked at Miracle's face; the brat still looked completely bewildered, with an innocent air about to be punished by his irritable teacher.

"The law, punish him!"

“Speech Prohibition: Those who violate this rule will feel top-heavy, doubled in gravity, and remain silent.”

Mr. Miracle immediately returned to the state he was in when they first met.

The scholar carefully packed away the cloth bundle containing the flesh of deception and gave final instructions to the law before leaving.

“The law, I do not wish to see the punishment of miracles end before I make new demands.”

"As you wish, teacher."

Chapter 138 I Perform Forbidden Modification?

Hoo-la-la-la-la-la-la.

The scholars' chains clanged loudly, echoing like rushing water in the dark corridors of Andrea's night.

Lyle had intended to remind him about disguising himself to avoid the witch, but now seemed an inopportune moment. The scholar's silver chains, like the tentacles of an enraged giant squid, lashed wildly through the air. Magic swirled around the scholar, forming a vortex that, in Lyle's eyes, resembled a runaway washing machine.

The flowing magic spontaneously formed a spherical barrier. Just by getting a little closer, Lyle felt his magic being drawn out, becoming part of the barrier. The scholar probably never realized how dangerous his angry appearance was.

Like a rampaging tornado, the scholar's advance left chaos in his wake. The magic in the air became turbulent and agitated; Lyle, the spellcaster, only felt a stinging sensation on his skin. But this chaos was far from pleasant for sensitive magical creatures. The light bats' glow flickered, then went out completely, and one by one, they suffocated magically, fell unconscious, and plummeted from the sky. Nia reached out her tentacles to carefully settle the little ones, while Lyle followed closely behind the scholar.

Only when the two arrived at the pink door of the Cup of Extravagance did the scholar naturally restrain his temper. He knocked three times lightly, but there was no response. The scholar opened the door of the Cup of Extravagance and went straight to Mr. Dragon's room.

That was a place Lyle had not yet set foot in. The companions of the Cup of Extravagance had their own private space, which they rarely showed to others. According to the gentleman, everyone had their own secrets, and these secrets were all dark and sordid.

He was right, Lyle was certain. Mr. Dragon's room was truly appalling. It wasn't the treasure trove Lyle had imagined; his room was a giant graveyard. Human skeletons were scattered everywhere, thickly covering the floor. You couldn't tell what color the floor was because all you could see beneath your feet were skulls, ribs, and femurs. For a scholar floating in the air, this wasn't a problem, but for Lyle, it required considerable effort. Nia's tentacles dissolved into liquid and flowed into Lyle's feet, like adhesive, securing the bones beneath his feet and preventing him from slipping or being covered in skeletons. In the center of the room was a huge display case, where specimens of rare and exotic animals were neatly arranged in the display case. A meter above the surrounding sea of ​​skeletons, they stood out amidst the chaotic piles of human bones, clearly revealing Mr. Dragon's distinctive features.

The scholar reached the display stand, while Lyle continued his ascent through the pile of skeletons. He came to a small section of what looked like a branch, its surface covered in fine black hairs, with a complete human skeleton hanging from the top of the branch.

He patted his skull, as if knocking on a door, or as if dialing a number.

"Dragon, dragon, I need your help, tell me where you are?"

Lyle stared at the scene before him, a sense of bewilderment and absurdity washing over him. This feeling of absurdity was quickly replaced by surprise and shock.

“Scholar, that body is newly separated and has not yet undergone the resurrection ritual, so it cannot be used yet.”

Mr. Dragon's voice remained magnetic and steady, though tinged with a hint of unease. But that was perfectly understandable, given that the voice was coming from beneath Lyle's feet.

With a bad feeling, Lyle moved his feet away. A pure white skull, embedded in the pile of bones, its mouth opening and closing, its eye sockets igniting with pale green flames of the soul. That flame was like igniting an oil field, spreading through this sea of ​​skulls. Until every deep-buried skull in the sea of ​​skulls began to speak. Their opening and closing angles were exactly the same, and all the skulls used the same voice, the voice of Mr. Dragon.

"teacher?"

The response to "Epidemic doctor~~" was a surge of voices. It's roughly like arguing with a thousand people at the same time.

Lyle was thrown off balance by the force of the attack, but he did not fall. Just as Lyle's body was less than half a meter away from the protruding bone spikes, pairs of bone hands reached out from the pile of bones and lifted him up.

"Be careful, Plague Doctor~~"

“Okay, teacher.” Lyle stood up again, and all that was left to support him was the pair of bone hands beneath his feet. And with each step Lyle took, a pair of bone hands would rise up from his predicted landing point to support him.

Lyle moved much faster and even found this way of moving quite surprising, though he felt a little embarrassed.

“Teacher Julong, you really didn’t need to do this.”

"Teachers themselves exist as stepping stones for students to take off, and this is just a very realistic representation. Moreover, I also find it interesting to do this, because after the body separates us, we rarely leave this room."

"Thank you very much, teacher."

The road, supported by countless skeletal hands, finally carried Lyle to the high platform.

The scholar inquired about the sea of ​​skeletons composed of the avatars of a giant dragon.

"Where is your original body now? We need your help."

"In the Bone Spirit Tower, the main body is holding a large-scale resurrection ceremony in preparation for the upcoming test."

“Take us there.”

"Of course, my old friend."

The sea of ​​bones began to boil, and one by one, fiery skulls shrank into the waves, forming a storm of bones.

Crackling sounds echoing through the air!

As the bones were arranged, a circular skeletal gate, ten meters in diameter, gleamed coldly and faced the two.

The two walked into the light.

……

It was a bone tower standing in the bone forest. Twenty meters above the ground, at its very top, a pale skull shrouded in smoke, wailing silently, while several souls torn into strips swirled around the tower. A few grotesque, twisted ghosts even approached Lyle, displaying their hideous faces, only to be shattered by Nia's tentacled thrusts.

Several skulls floating in the air are chasing these ghosts, sucking them into their mouths and chewing them up.

Lyle followed the scholar up to the Spirit Tower.

On the massive platform on the second floor, they found Mr. Dragon chanting before a huge magic circle. The eerie atmosphere, the low murmurs, and the chilling magic made Mr. Dragon's oversized dragon costume particularly jarring.

The scholar waited until the incantation ended, and then Mr. Dragon appeared before him.

"What urgent matter is it, and it's related to the plague doctor? Let me guess, it's about saving the mermaid. Is that mermaid really connected to that popsicle girl?"

The scholars paid no attention to the dragon's teasing of Princess, because it would never end.

“We need your knowledge, Master of Séance,” the scholar said, pulling out the lump of deceitful flesh. “We need you to cast forbidden transformation spells to create a flesh-and-blood mutant for us. I know you’re only a skeleton, but we have to try.”

The dragon looked at the piece of black, rotten flesh, remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

Lyle couldn't help but worry; the feeling of letting others make decisions was truly awful. Nia sensed his emotions, and black tentacles wrapped around his neck.

“I have no choice, my old friend.” Lyle and Nia simultaneously let their hands/tentacles hang down.

“But I have a better idea.”

"what idea?"

Mr. Dragon didn't speak, but shifted his gaze to Lyle. After about two seconds, the scholar understood what he meant.

"How could this possibly succeed? The Plague Doctor is just a necromancer apprentice. How could he possibly cast a forbidden modification spell, a symbol of a master?"

Chapter 139 Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

"What is your basis, dragon?" The scholar's fingers touched his chin, his gaze towards Lyle thoughtful.

"Taboo transformation requires materials, knowledge, and imagination. As for materials, this piece of flesh and blood should be considered adequate."

"Knowledge? I'm sorry, but my expertise in flesh and blood is probably not as good as those beginners in necromancy research. My research on skeletons is enough for me to solve many problems. But I think Arnoin probably wouldn't accept the skeleton deformed creature I created to mock him. As for the Plague Doctor, he's still in the unshaped stage, and he hasn't yet formed a fixed mindset about the three forbidden modifications. And, fortunately, he has gained knowledge of marine life from mermaids, including those chaotic flesh and blood creatures. In terms of knowledge reserves, he is more suitable than me."