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"May I see your pen? No need if it involves personal privacy."

“No, not at all.” Sonnet shook his head and handed his glass pen to Wan Qi.

The glass pen was exquisitely crafted, but as soon as Wan Qi got his hands on it, he discovered something inside, and then his mental energy enveloped it.

Wan Qi soon discovered that there were many crystalline pathways inside the glass pen. The structure of these pathways resembled a magic circle, but the layout was very poor. There was so much redundancy in many places that it was unrecognizable, and it looked more like a naturally formed structure.

There are naturally formed magic circles in nature, which are gifts from the gods of nature to mankind by chance.

A miracle unique to mathematical probability, isn't it amazing?

This reminded Wan Qi of the "forging technique" in the necromancer's memories.

Long, long, long, long, long, long ago, magicians mastered the technique of making staffs. However, some of the one-piece staffs had excellent performance, some had poor performance, and some were just junk that looked like staffs.

At first, the magicians were baffled. Then one day, a daring magic apprentice cut his own staff using a cross-sectional method and examined it under a magnifying glass that had only recently appeared.

The built-in self-generating magic circle has been discovered; it turns out that this is the property transformation that occurs accidentally during the material's molding process.

From then on, magicians ushered in a new era, and a brand-new method of wand manufacturing was developed. It wasn't until the birth of the precision shaping technology that combined alchemy and spiritual power that humanity truly began to use high-performance wands that were entirely man-made.

Ironically, the pioneering magic apprentice was expelled from the school by his own teacher for "blaspheming the creation of the god of magic," and eventually died in poverty and illness.

But all the magicians who studied magic shaping in later generations knew his name as Von Hagens, and his foolish teacher was ridiculed to the end of time, becoming a famous fool in the magical world. "You are even more foolish than Von Hagens' teacher" became one of the most vulgar insults among magicians, successfully achieving eternal infamy.

Wan Qi's current technique for crafting his magical items is Precision Shaping, also known as Precision Alchemy. In short, it has many names, but they all mean the same thing. The staff that Sonnet uses actually gives him an ancient feeling.

The kind of thing that can be displayed in a museum as a grandfather's book is indeed very ancient.

In the world that necromancer lived in, there was no such thing as the older the better. Unless you were an immortal being, and one who constantly learned and improved, being eliminated by the times was a matter of minutes.

After analyzing the relevant techniques, Wan Qi understood the logic behind the so-called mysticism.

Also, a very, very, very, very, very, very, very long time ago, when magicians were still called wizards or shamans, the most rudimentary logic of using magic was a combination of rationality and the power of "I think."

Since that's the case, then I...

Wan Qi suddenly raised his hand and used the glass pen for sonnets to write a line of words on the empty space next to him.

Because it was written in Chinese characters, the sonnets were not understood, but Virtue understood them.

Aspirations hungry for the Hulu meat, and laughed and thirst for the blood of the Huns.

With a deafening roar, a power comparable to the final ritual of a sonnet was unleashed.

This is truly astonishing! The person whom the sonnet could not defeat with all its might suddenly used the sonnet's mysterious technique. Is this the world of geniuses?

"Am I dreaming?" Xingdi's sunglasses fell off, but she didn't even realize it.

Virtue was so surprised that he was speechless.

There are as many mystics as there are mystics. This statement summarizes mysticism, which only has a general outline and no unified standard. Therefore, each mystic's mysticism is unique, unless your mysticism is copied from someone else's. However, such mysticism either requires talent or has various restrictions, making it impossible to use it so freely.

Don't let others know your abilities and then target them. This is basic common sense in occultism.

So this is yet another accident caused by Wanqi's common sense about occultism?

"Thank you for the pen." Wan Qi returned the glass pen to Sonnet.

"No, you're welcome." Sonnet's brain was still in a semi-shutdown state.

"I feel like something's missing," Wan Qi murmured, then he took out a bone sword.

It's perfectly reasonable for necromancers to use bone artifacts.

While emotions can unleash power, they require an objective environment to drive them. Just look at those magnificent poems; weren't they all written in the release of heroic emotions? Historical background and cultural heritage can also enhance this power, making it even more profound.

When it comes to poetry, we're the professionals.

With his longsword in hand, Wan Qi stood there, his mind beginning to weave together the grandeur of a vast army and the humiliation of a nation's destruction and his family's ruin.

We've seen everything in our five thousand years of history.

From the perspective of the sonnet, Wan Qi's power is surging along with her emotions, but this is not a simple expression of emotion. She can't explain it in detail, but it's a feeling of completeness.

At least the emotions were more complete and perfectly matched than when I cast the spell myself.

At this moment, Wan Qi slowly spoke: "With lofty ambitions, we'll feast on the flesh of the barbarians when hungry, and laughingly drink their blood when thirsty. We'll wait to reclaim our lost lands and return to the imperial palace!"

The bone sword slashed horizontally, then sheathed itself, and the entire forest suddenly shrank by half.

Looking at the forest trees that were only half-formed as far as the eye could see, Sonnet felt for the first time that the water content of the school's first line of defense exceeded that of the Pacific Ocean.

"It's normal that I can't get the emotions right, since I wasn't in that kind of environment."

Wan Qi shook his head, admitting that his performance was only passable and there was still much room for improvement.

"Alright, let's go... What's with that expression?"

"Are you really human?" Xingdi picked up his sunglasses, his eyes full of doubt.

"Hey! You can question the Second Reich's loyalty, but you can't question my manhood!"

At this moment, Virtin quietly added, "Whether it's a god or not is hard to say, but it's quite far removed from humans."

"You two..."

Wan Qi could feel the veins on his forehead throbbing.

Sonnet looked at her glass pen and realized for the first time what it meant that "the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs".

It might not be as good as a dog (I'm sure of it).

Looking at Wan Qi, who was playing around with Virtin and Xingdi, Sonnet suddenly felt very lonely.

Si Chen is right in front of me, so why does she feel so far away?

Just as the sonnet was questioning the meaning of life, a woman's voice, filled with anger, suddenly came from the forest.

"Who did this?!"

Section 9: Trying to run away after getting into the pool!

(Second update! The third update will be tonight. Today's update is also 10,000 words, so where are your votes, comrades? (**3*))

It was a cool afternoon, and the mistletoe was lying on a tree humming a song when suddenly its own grove was reduced to half its original size.

To her, the forest was her home. Who could accept their home being demolished without warning? That's just banditry, worse than bandits! At least bandits give you a heads-up before robbing someone!

There aren't many things that can cause emotional distress for a foster child. His foster parents and the survival of the woodland are the only two trigger points, which outsiders generally don't know.

But there are always some people in the world who enjoy dancing in dangerous areas and singing and dancing on gravesites.

In fact, Wan Qi didn't know either. He only knew that he had scanned the surrounding forest with his mental power before casting the spell, but he didn't find anyone. Could this be a case of faking an accident?

"careful!"

Virtin's warning was timely, because the attack came immediately afterward. A barrage of branches intertwined and formed sharp spears, stabbing at him with the intention of "turning you into a kebab."

If this were in a game, it would definitely be a full-screen AOE attack.

Sonnet immediately launched a counterattack. Because she was not good at defense, the only defensive spells she had were basically used on herself, which were standard one-on-one combat skills. However, against such a large-scale AOE, single-person defense was meaningless, and she could only take the initiative to defend by attacking.

But it's okay, there's someone here who's good at this.

With a wave of his hand, Wan Qi erected a massive earthen wall that stood directly in front of everyone.

Earth Magic o Earth Wall o Reinforced Barrier

Magic has different elements and can generate enhancements in different directions. Earth Wall or Enhanced Barrier is a pure defensive enhancement that can block enemy attacks.

But among those branches were vines and seeds, which, upon hitting the earthen wall, immediately began to take root and, with the powerful vitality of plants, began to tear the earthen wall apart.

The attacker was quite adept at using magic and fully demonstrated the versatility of the wood element.

Life always finds a way out; at worst, you can just crawl out.

Star Bracelet shouted, "Where are the enemies?"

"I know the way," Wilting replied loudly, "but it's too far from here."

Distance is the greatest advantage, and the best defense is to be outside the enemy's attack range. Clearly, the hidden attacker is now outside the attack range of the Wilting Squad members.

However, it was outside the attack range of Wan Qi, an unofficial member.

"Take care of yourself, I'll handle this."

Wan Qi left these words behind and reinforced the earthen wall, directly crushing all the plants that had burrowed into it with unreasonable stress, forming a huge, semi-enclosed protective shield.

It has to be semi-enclosed. If we completely surround Virtue and the others inside, and they need to escape but end up trapped, that would be too darkly humorous.

"Be careful!" Veltin shouted, while simultaneously asking in the mental communication: [What are the chances of winning?]

"I don't know yet, I'll go try it first," Wan Qi replied.

Your own safety should be your top priority!

"So, he's starting to boss me around now."

Of course, I am your Si Chen.

Wan Qi smiled, then floated into the air. After locking onto the direction with his mental energy, he directly tore off one of his fingers.

For a necromancer, the most powerful weapon is life force, and the most abundant and controllable life force on the scene is their own body; therefore, "I am the weapon."

Tearing off a finger is just the beginning. The pain won't disappear, and it will stimulate his mental energy. However, this level of stimulation has little effect on Wan Qi. He mainly just wants to find some material on the spot.

Next, the lightning element catalyzes and stimulates the growth of bones and flesh, while the wood element continuously replenishes nutrients. The whole process sounds very complicated, but in reality, it only takes the blink of an eye to execute. This move is the necromancer's last resort when forced into a corner. The finger bones filled with various elements and curses will transform into a huge flesh and bone spear, which will then strike the enemy with the force of thunder under the electromagnetic acceleration of the lightning element.

Necromancer's Magic: The Holy Lance of the Dead.

The next second, accompanied by a huge explosion, a mushroom cloud rose in the distance, and the attacking plants were instantly put on hold, then withered and turned to ashes.

It was a very swift victory, but Wan Qi was not happy at all.

Just now, he discovered that after breaking his finger, what gushed out of his wound was not only blood, but also the "seawater" unique to the Red Sea. The latter quickly eliminated the pain and repaired his body, just like when he had attempted suicide in the Red Sea countless times.

The "mother" named Red Sea refuses to accept the death of her child, not even her wounds.

That sounds really good, doesn't it?

So, what is the price?

Just now, Wan Qi clearly felt the Red Sea pulling him harder. It was obvious that he was being pulled back, and this was with only one finger broken. If he had suffered a fatal injury here, or had been killed, wouldn't he have been directly returned to the Red Sea?

I won't die, but it would be better if I were dead!

The mission is not yet complete, the world coordinates have not yet been anchored, and I finally managed to escape that cage, but now it seems that if I'm not careful, this little bit of hope will vanish.

As for the settings in novels, where systems are omnipotent and the tools given to transmigrators are without health bars, let me ask you this: in the same situation, in reality, would you dare to bet that you can start over after failing, instead of being trapped in the Red Sea until the end of time?

No way, absolutely not! If novels collide with reality, reality will definitely beat the novel to a pulp.

Only then did Wan Qi suddenly realize that he had not escaped the cage, but had only thought he had. The shadow of the Red Sea still loomed over him, following him like a shadow, ready to warn him with a wicked grin at any moment - you can't escape.

How ridiculous! His greatest strength came from the Red Sea, and he had long since become a part of the Red Sea, only he didn't think so. Now, the lesson was coming, and the truth was being presented to him without any warning.

Suddenly, Wan Qi was consumed by rage, and his rationality began to evaporate under the influence of PTSD from his long period of confinement.

He wants to find the attacker and tear him to pieces. It's all your fault for attacking; otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out this way!

It's very unreasonable, even utterly unreasonable, but when people are caught up in the heat of the moment, they tend to crowd out the space for reason. The root of this is just three simple words: "I think."

"Wan Qi!"

A pair of hands gently grasped Wan Qi's right hand and then carefully and meticulously examined it, as if they were holding a priceless treasure.

As we all know, perception is two-way, and Wan Qi's current feeling is that this hand feels really nice to touch.

Wait, where did that hand come from?

Looking up, Wan Qi saw Virtue's anxious and concerned gaze.

As the cold water of rationality was poured over his head, Wan Qi felt his rationality instantly reach 180%.

"Oh, I'm fine."

Wan Qi tried to pull his right hand back, but found that Virtin was gripping it even tighter.

"You're lying, you're shaking like this."

Only after Wilting said that did Wan Qi realize that his hands were indeed trembling.

No, it wasn't just his hands; his entire body was trembling slightly. That memory of being imprisoned in the Red Sea, a memory that time could make people forget, was his inner demon, an unforgettable inner demon, a fear that no amount of rationality could suppress.

"No, it's nothing. I was just doing it wrong when I was cracking my knuckles. It hurts, it hurts."