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Chapter 33 The Commission of Lady Polaris
Chapter 33 The Commission of Lady Polaris
"Ding!"
As the evil spirit dissipated, the crisp sound of a hard object falling to the ground echoed in the secret room, attracting Brian's attention.
He stopped and quickly looked in the direction of the source of the sound.
That was the place where the evil spirit turned into smoke and dissipated, and a dark blue crystal the size of a pigeon egg appeared on the ground.
Seeing this, Brian immediately guessed the identity of the crystal.
He looked happy, and waved his hand casually, trying to use telekinesis to take this dark blue crystal away.
However, the accident happened again.
When this dark blue crystal was suspended in midair, it suddenly emitted bursts of energy, shining with colorful colors, making the surrounding air tremble.
These energies kept hovering and dancing, and gradually condensed into a faint phantom.
The hazy phantom looks almost transparent, and through the shimmering light, it can be found that this is a beautiful and charming young woman.
However, under her stormy long unkempt hair, there were a pair of eyes that were too deep to look directly at.
Brian looked startled, and suddenly looked away, and a dazzling light blade appeared on the hilt of the sword in his hand.
A guess emerged in his heart, but he couldn't guarantee that his judgment must be correct.
"Hi, Ms. Polaris, I'm very sorry to disturb your sleep." Brian bowed slightly and said in a respectful and apologetic tone.
"You're welcome, descendant of the empire, nice to meet you, please relax a bit, I don't mean any harm." Phantom said with a soft female voice, shining brightly.
Hearing the familiar voice, Brian gradually relaxed, but the blade in his hand did not intend to disappear at all.
He has an illusion.
Although Xuying's voice was very soft, it was transmitted to his ears and mind at the same time.
It sounds very real, as if rushing along with the blood flow, and like a sweet ballad that has long been forgotten, but is now suddenly recalled.
seductive, exciting, desirable
Brian was taken aback by his own thoughts and quickly calmed down.
"Descendants of the empire?" He raised his head and asked suspiciously.
"Yes."
The beautiful phantom nodded slightly, showing a slight smile, "I can feel that you are a descendant from our great arcane empire, Netheril."
Brian was taken aback, and immediately figured out why.
If the other party hadn't said it, he would have almost forgotten his identity.
He was reborn in an inconspicuous small world, but the human residents of that world were refugees from the magic kingdom Halua in the south of the mainland when the "Arcana Catastrophe" occurred.
On the eve of the destruction of the Arcane Empire, the Harua people re-established the Magic Kingdom with their students, servants, and civilians in the territory, led by several great arcanists who foresaw the imminent disaster.
Although he also had this kind of guess at the beginning, but considering that thousands of years had passed since Netheril, he couldn't guarantee that his blood must come from the Arcane Empire.
Besides, this identity, which has long been forgotten by the world, is of no use to him.
Descendants of the Arcane Empire.
This title sounds quite deceptive, but it is actually useless.
After all, this is a world where the strong are respected.
"Then you are." He asked meaningfully.
"Ugh"
The phantom of Ms. Polaris sighed sadly, and the light around her seemed to respond to her mood at the moment, gradually dimming.
"I shouldn't have woken up. It was the evil energy from the abyss and the power of the surging earth veins that disturbed my eternal sleep and awakened my resentment."
"Isn't it already wiped out by me?" Brian asked, tightening the hilt of the sword in his hand.
"That's why, you wiped it out in time, allowing me to keep it by luck."
Xu Ying nodded slightly, "Besides, I am a great arcanist of the Psychic School, so it is not easy for a powerful soul to perish completely."
Brian nodded half-understood, vaguely guessing something.
"In an accident, my mind was forcibly awakened from an eternal slumber." She glanced at Brian gratefully, "Now the dominant resentment is gone, leaving only a mutilated soul and spiritual mind."
Brian suddenly realized, and finally understood why the other party was so eager to send him a message to save her. It turned out that her idea was about to be swallowed by the evil spirit.
From this, it can be seen that the evil spirit should relax on purpose, allowing this idea to take the opportunity to make a sound of prayer and lure him into the depths of the tomb.
"So." He looked into Xuying's sad eyes and said curiously, "You are planning to let me help you regain your life."
As the other said.
As a level 35 Psychic School Arcanist, the powerful spirit will naturally not perish so easily.
Although this is just a broken soul, it is not without the possibility of resurrection.
For example, it is a very good choice to use some special ritual to extract the idea from Lady Polaris from this soul spar and transform it into a lich.
"Yes."
Ms. Polaris admitted frankly that she hesitated for a moment, her deep eyes seemed to see through Brian's thoughts, and she shook her head slightly, "However, I don't want to transform myself into a lich."
"I understand." Brian thought for a moment, nodded and agreed, "I swear in the name of the arcane, I will do my best to help you regain your life."
"Then I'll leave it to you, everything here will be regarded as an advance payment to you." The phantom of Ms. Polaris smiled slightly, and said with a slightly solemn expression:
"I've been sleeping for too long, and my crippled soul is now very weak. I'm very sorry. I can't stay for too long. Then... I look forward to seeing you again."
The voice just fell.
The phantom of Ms. Polaris suddenly disintegrated, and finally recondensed into a crystal clear dark blue crystal, suspended in mid-air.
Brian waved his hand, and the soul spar fell into his hand.
He looked at it thoughtfully for a long time, and finally put it into the dimension bag with a solemn expression.
"You promised so simply, how do you plan to revive her?"
At this time, the psicrystal flew in front of Brian without a sound, poked out the cat's head from the space suit, stared at it with big eyes, and asked curiously.
Brian glanced at it to see that the little guy was fine.
This is understandable.
Because most of the immune abilities of the construct characteristics are the most common attack methods of undead creatures.
Various necromantic effects such as poison, paralysis, shock, disease, instant death, etc., can all be immune.
"She doesn't want to be a lich, so it can only be used to make tower spirits."
Brian smiled and said, "Of course, if she is willing to cooperate, I don't mind giving her back her freedom. After all, the real Lady Polaris died thousands of years ago, and this is just her leftover idea."
"It's really extravagant. Letting a great arcanist's soul spar serve as a tower spirit for you is equivalent to indirectly obtaining all the arcane knowledge she has mastered." The psicrystal smacked his lips, "As expected of you, you actually thought One piece."
Brian didn't bother to pay attention to it, and looked at his loot with great interest.
(End of this chapter)
"Ding!"
As the evil spirit dissipated, the crisp sound of a hard object falling to the ground echoed in the secret room, attracting Brian's attention.
He stopped and quickly looked in the direction of the source of the sound.
That was the place where the evil spirit turned into smoke and dissipated, and a dark blue crystal the size of a pigeon egg appeared on the ground.
Seeing this, Brian immediately guessed the identity of the crystal.
He looked happy, and waved his hand casually, trying to use telekinesis to take this dark blue crystal away.
However, the accident happened again.
When this dark blue crystal was suspended in midair, it suddenly emitted bursts of energy, shining with colorful colors, making the surrounding air tremble.
These energies kept hovering and dancing, and gradually condensed into a faint phantom.
The hazy phantom looks almost transparent, and through the shimmering light, it can be found that this is a beautiful and charming young woman.
However, under her stormy long unkempt hair, there were a pair of eyes that were too deep to look directly at.
Brian looked startled, and suddenly looked away, and a dazzling light blade appeared on the hilt of the sword in his hand.
A guess emerged in his heart, but he couldn't guarantee that his judgment must be correct.
"Hi, Ms. Polaris, I'm very sorry to disturb your sleep." Brian bowed slightly and said in a respectful and apologetic tone.
"You're welcome, descendant of the empire, nice to meet you, please relax a bit, I don't mean any harm." Phantom said with a soft female voice, shining brightly.
Hearing the familiar voice, Brian gradually relaxed, but the blade in his hand did not intend to disappear at all.
He has an illusion.
Although Xuying's voice was very soft, it was transmitted to his ears and mind at the same time.
It sounds very real, as if rushing along with the blood flow, and like a sweet ballad that has long been forgotten, but is now suddenly recalled.
seductive, exciting, desirable
Brian was taken aback by his own thoughts and quickly calmed down.
"Descendants of the empire?" He raised his head and asked suspiciously.
"Yes."
The beautiful phantom nodded slightly, showing a slight smile, "I can feel that you are a descendant from our great arcane empire, Netheril."
Brian was taken aback, and immediately figured out why.
If the other party hadn't said it, he would have almost forgotten his identity.
He was reborn in an inconspicuous small world, but the human residents of that world were refugees from the magic kingdom Halua in the south of the mainland when the "Arcana Catastrophe" occurred.
On the eve of the destruction of the Arcane Empire, the Harua people re-established the Magic Kingdom with their students, servants, and civilians in the territory, led by several great arcanists who foresaw the imminent disaster.
Although he also had this kind of guess at the beginning, but considering that thousands of years had passed since Netheril, he couldn't guarantee that his blood must come from the Arcane Empire.
Besides, this identity, which has long been forgotten by the world, is of no use to him.
Descendants of the Arcane Empire.
This title sounds quite deceptive, but it is actually useless.
After all, this is a world where the strong are respected.
"Then you are." He asked meaningfully.
"Ugh"
The phantom of Ms. Polaris sighed sadly, and the light around her seemed to respond to her mood at the moment, gradually dimming.
"I shouldn't have woken up. It was the evil energy from the abyss and the power of the surging earth veins that disturbed my eternal sleep and awakened my resentment."
"Isn't it already wiped out by me?" Brian asked, tightening the hilt of the sword in his hand.
"That's why, you wiped it out in time, allowing me to keep it by luck."
Xu Ying nodded slightly, "Besides, I am a great arcanist of the Psychic School, so it is not easy for a powerful soul to perish completely."
Brian nodded half-understood, vaguely guessing something.
"In an accident, my mind was forcibly awakened from an eternal slumber." She glanced at Brian gratefully, "Now the dominant resentment is gone, leaving only a mutilated soul and spiritual mind."
Brian suddenly realized, and finally understood why the other party was so eager to send him a message to save her. It turned out that her idea was about to be swallowed by the evil spirit.
From this, it can be seen that the evil spirit should relax on purpose, allowing this idea to take the opportunity to make a sound of prayer and lure him into the depths of the tomb.
"So." He looked into Xuying's sad eyes and said curiously, "You are planning to let me help you regain your life."
As the other said.
As a level 35 Psychic School Arcanist, the powerful spirit will naturally not perish so easily.
Although this is just a broken soul, it is not without the possibility of resurrection.
For example, it is a very good choice to use some special ritual to extract the idea from Lady Polaris from this soul spar and transform it into a lich.
"Yes."
Ms. Polaris admitted frankly that she hesitated for a moment, her deep eyes seemed to see through Brian's thoughts, and she shook her head slightly, "However, I don't want to transform myself into a lich."
"I understand." Brian thought for a moment, nodded and agreed, "I swear in the name of the arcane, I will do my best to help you regain your life."
"Then I'll leave it to you, everything here will be regarded as an advance payment to you." The phantom of Ms. Polaris smiled slightly, and said with a slightly solemn expression:
"I've been sleeping for too long, and my crippled soul is now very weak. I'm very sorry. I can't stay for too long. Then... I look forward to seeing you again."
The voice just fell.
The phantom of Ms. Polaris suddenly disintegrated, and finally recondensed into a crystal clear dark blue crystal, suspended in mid-air.
Brian waved his hand, and the soul spar fell into his hand.
He looked at it thoughtfully for a long time, and finally put it into the dimension bag with a solemn expression.
"You promised so simply, how do you plan to revive her?"
At this time, the psicrystal flew in front of Brian without a sound, poked out the cat's head from the space suit, stared at it with big eyes, and asked curiously.
Brian glanced at it to see that the little guy was fine.
This is understandable.
Because most of the immune abilities of the construct characteristics are the most common attack methods of undead creatures.
Various necromantic effects such as poison, paralysis, shock, disease, instant death, etc., can all be immune.
"She doesn't want to be a lich, so it can only be used to make tower spirits."
Brian smiled and said, "Of course, if she is willing to cooperate, I don't mind giving her back her freedom. After all, the real Lady Polaris died thousands of years ago, and this is just her leftover idea."
"It's really extravagant. Letting a great arcanist's soul spar serve as a tower spirit for you is equivalent to indirectly obtaining all the arcane knowledge she has mastered." The psicrystal smacked his lips, "As expected of you, you actually thought One piece."
Brian didn't bother to pay attention to it, and looked at his loot with great interest.
(End of this chapter)
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