Wizard novelaso

"There is no way to crack it by force, so I can only open it according to the requirements set at the beginning."

Rubbing his forehead, looking at the several black boxes in front of him in the dim light, Athir muttered to himself.

The conditions for opening these black boxes in front of us are not too difficult. According to the deduction of the chip just now, in order to open these boxes, you only need to have the blood of the Crassus people.

The conditions for activation are not that harsh. You just need to call Thor over.

As the original next heir of the Crassus clan, he can definitely stand the test in terms of bloodline, and should have no problem opening these boxes.

Of course, for Athir, there is a more direct way.

As his mind moved, a silver and purple crystal appeared in Athir's hand, emitting a faint light in the dim room.

Athir moved his hands and slightly mobilized the power contained in the fragments of the World Stone. A wisp of lavender power was drawn out and covered the palm of his hand, forming a complex purple mark.

After doing all this, Athir stretched out his hand and placed it on the box, so that the purple blood mark was facing the black box.

The moment the two came into contact, a faint light began to bloom on the black wooden box. The purple family emblem on it was particularly obvious, emitting a purple glow, as if stimulated by something and began to emerge.

Complex textures appeared on the entire surface of the wooden box. Some of the arrangements were very familiar to Athir, but most of them were unfamiliar. Some of them even seemed complicated to Athir now, so he could only record them with a chip in preparation for deciphering them in the future.

This change lasted for a while, and then a mechanical voice sounded in the same place.

"Blood test passed..."

As the voice fell, the light before my eyes slowly dimmed.

Athir let go of his hand, and then the lid of the box opened automatically, revealing what was hidden inside.

It was a broken cross sword with a red blade. It had been broken into two pieces, but it had not rusted yet and looked very new.

Looking at the long sword, Athir's eyes narrowed: "Magic weapon?"

As this thought flashed through his mind, he stretched out his hand and cautiously grasped the hilt of the sword. He felt relieved when he found that there was nothing unusual.

"This material is somewhat similar to Harvey Metal... but also somewhat different. It may be a synthetic material..."

Athir thought to himself as he gently stroked the blade of the sword and felt the touch on his palm.

After a while, he tried to inject a little magic power into the sword.

A faint crimson light began to flicker on the sword. At this moment, something on the sword seemed to be activated. An inexplicable feedback flowed along the sword and was directly bestowed on Athir.

At this moment, Athir felt that his whole body was lighter and his physical strength was greatly increased.

He felt it and found that there was a core inside the broken sword, which contained a complete spell. This gave Athir a very complicated feeling.

Holding the sword, as Athir continued to input mana, the broken sword seemed to be gradually reviving and beginning to regain its activity, with a faint sense of rejection constantly emanating from it.

"There are traces of conscious existence, as well as this instinctive sense of rejection. This sword must have been at least a high-level magic weapon before it broke."

After carefully examining the marks on the long sword, Athir was a little surprised and a little regretful: "Unfortunately, this magic weapon has been broken, and the mark of will that once existed has been completely erased. Even if it is repaired again, it will only be a high-level magic item."

"Moreover, there is a bloodline identification on it. Apart from Thor and other Crassus people, I'm afraid no one else can unleash the power of this sword."

Shaking his head, Athir put away the broken cross sword and looked aside.

On the side, in addition to the box he opened, there were two other boxes placed there.

Without much hesitation, he used the same method as before to open the remaining two boxes.

In the remaining two boxes, there was a crystal ball in one of them. Atier took a look and found that it was a high-level knowledge crystal used to store knowledge. However, there was nothing inside it at this moment. Presumably, the knowledge stored there before had been taken away.

As for the other box, there were several pitch-black scales. They looked pure black, like black jade, and were very beautiful.

The moment he saw these scales, Athir's body reacted immediately.

The moon elf blood in his body revived uncontrollably, wisps of moonlight began to dissipate from Athir's body, and the faint majesty of the blood enveloped the surroundings.

"This is···"

Feeling the blood in his body reviving on its own, Athir was stunned and looked at the scales in front of him.

After his blood was revived, the scene he could see suddenly changed.

I saw that on these light black scales, a very faint blood majesty was also emanating, and there was also a faint black gas overflowing from it. Although it was very weak, it always existed.

This situation lasted for a while. After a period of time, Atier adapted to the current state. Then he used the emerald mark on his forehead to suppress the blood in his body again, leaving no abnormality.

After returning to his normal form, Athir couldn't help but frown as he looked at the scales in front of him.

After seeing what happened just now, he had already vaguely guessed what these scales were. They were probably left behind by the cursed entity, otherwise the blood in Athir's body would not have been stimulated and he would not have begun to revive instinctively.

After hesitating for a while, Athir finally put away the scales and put them into the emerald space.

After all, these are the scales left behind by such a powerful being, and their value is definitely very high. Whether they are used to exchange resources in the future or as alchemical materials, they are a good choice.

After putting away the three boxes in front of him, Athir carefully checked the surrounding rooms. Finally, when he couldn't find anything, he chose to walk out of the room.

At this time, the sky outside has begun to brighten. Another night has passed and a new day is about to come.

Following his previous memories, Athir walked forward.

Strong mental power brings strong memory. The roads around are still familiar, but the village in front of him is no longer as lively as before.

The incident last night caused too many casualties. Now, apart from a few natives, there are only a few Crassus people who survived by chance.

Because the village's population had dropped drastically, last night, many surviving natives secretly fled the village, leaving fewer and fewer people left in the village.

Walking in this village, Athir could hardly see a few living people.

This situation did not begin to change until we arrived at Thor's place.

"Lord Athir, you are here!"

Just before arriving at Thor's residence, a somewhat surprised shout came from the front.

Hearing the voice, Athir raised his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, just in time to see Thor standing alone in front of the wooden house in front.

After a night of excitement, Thor looked a little tired, but his face looked very anxious. After seeing Athir's figure, he strode over hurriedly.

"How is it going?"

Looking at Thor's anxious look, Athir shook his head secretly and asked casually.

"It's not good."

Thor's expression was somewhat bitter: "Please go in and take a look at the specific situation, sir."

Without much hesitation, Athir pushed open the door and walked in.

As you walk into the room, a pungent stench comes over, making you feel nauseous.

In response, Athir remained calm and looked at the large wooden bed beside him.

On the wooden bed, a young girl was lying there, but she looked a little bad at the moment.

On her forehead, a black mark was spreading continuously, and now it had covered half of her body, looking very scary.

And in the center of the mark, the mark of a black snake is slowly emerging. Although it looks very faint at this moment, the prototype can still be seen.

Lying quietly on the bed, Yana's heartbeat had slowed down, some of the blood in her body was coagulating, and her breathing was slowly stopping.

A pungent stench emanated from Yana, carrying with it a powerful spiritual pollution.

"An unknown mental force field has been detected..." The voice of the chip machine sounded in my mind.

Standing there, looking at Yana's appearance at this moment, Atier's expression remained unchanged and he looked at her forehead.

At this time, a faint crack appeared on Yana's forehead, right in the center of the black snake mark.

(End of this chapter)