Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

  Chapter 80 077: Unprinting

  After returning from Arendt, Heath began to solve the spiritual imprint on the [Necromancer].

  At this moment, in the Heath hut.

  The doors and windows of the hut were closed tightly. On the floor of the house, a hexagram magic circle filled with blood runes was stacked with animal blood, animal bones, animal internal organs, soul gems, white candles and other utensils.

  In the very center of the magic circle, with the long bone staff inserted, it looked gloomy against the background of this dim environment.

  In front of the magic circle, Heath, holding a bowl of beast blood, was kneeling in front of the magic circle and painting various runes in the magic circle in turn.

  In order to prevent witchware from being stolen by others, wizards will leave a spiritual imprint on the witchcraft. If the witchcraft is likened to a car, the spiritual imprint is equivalent to a car key.

   And now Heath is going to use external force to crack the car lock and reassemble a set of keys to take it as his own.

  This is something that is easy and difficult to say.

  If it is easy, it is because if the strength is strong enough, it can be erased by mental power, which is a momentary matter.

  And if the strength is not enough, it is as difficult as climbing.

  Heath is now in the latter situation, so he had to adopt this method, which is to use the power of various materials such as magic circles and magic stones to deal with the spiritual imprint on it.

  It is worth mentioning that although this method may seem easy, it is actually much more difficult than forcibly erasing the spiritual imprint through strength.

  The knowledge and runes involved in it, even if it is an official-level wizard, few can understand it.

   Soon, the magic circle is drawn.

   "Huh! It's finally over!"

  Heaved a sigh of relief, and Heath stood up, and after a short rest, he began to cast the spell.

  He lifted the palm of his right hand upwards, bending his five fingers into a grasp, and at the same time uttered a syllable softly, only to hear a bang, and a faint blue flame ignited in the palm of his palm.

  He raised his palm and stretched it forward, his palm slightly overturned to one side, and the flame in his palm fell like water to the magic circle on the ground.

  It's like sparks falling into a barrel of oil.

  As soon as the flame fell to the ground, it immediately spread to all directions along the magic circle depicted by the blood of the beasts, and for a moment only heard ‘Boom! There was a loud voice, the white candles were all lit, and the entire magic circle burst into flames.

  The burning flame was actually curved in a strange arc, towards the center of the magic circle.

  There, the long skeleton staff is extremely gloomy.

  And this.

  Heath began to chant an obscure spell: "Soul, destruction, death, darkness cuts the threads of the spirit. Open the shackles of the soul."

  With the chanting of the spell, the flame on the ground intensified and turned into a sea of ​​flames for a while.

   "Huh!" A fierce wind suddenly sounded.

  A burst of unprovoked wind suddenly appeared in the magic circle, rolled up the sky and blue flames, and rolled them to the necromantic scepter in the center.

  At this moment, the whole body of the Skeleton Staff has lit up one by one. These are the spiritual marks left by Prit.

  The flames that rolled over immediately rushed to those runes and burned them.

   "Ah!!!" Suddenly, a harsh scream came from the skull.

  It's like suffering some kind of great harm.

  At the same time, Heath's mental power has also suffered a shock. He knows that it is a self-protection mechanism when the spiritual brand is invaded, and it is specifically used to prevent others from erasing the spiritual brand.

  The role of the soul gem is now reflected.

   Just as the harsh scream sounded, the soul gems arranged in the magic circle immediately released a faint light.

  Under the ray of light, the screaming staff suddenly became quiet, like a naughty child who heard the lullaby and fell asleep again.

  With the end of the call, Heath's mental pressure suddenly relaxed.

  Through this effort, he quickly stabilized his mind, while continuing to chant the spell, while controlling the flame to burn the spirit brand rune on the staff little by little.

  As the flame burned, the rune above the staff also faded a little bit.

  This lasted for about half an hour, and the last rune on the surface of the necromantic staff was also erased, and it became a masterless thing completely.

   "Boom!" With a soft sound, the flames above the magic circle were all extinguished.

  Although the mental power was very tired at this time, Heath still did not delay a bit, and quickly stretched out his mental tentacles into the staff, and left his own spiritual mark on it.

  As soon as the spiritual imprint was left behind, he immediately felt that he had established a certain inexplicable connection with this staff.

He gently waved to that side, and the necromantic scepter flew towards him immediately, hovering at a distance of one foot away, and the empty eye sockets above the skull looked at him, like a A puppy who obeyed the call of the owner.

  Heath stretched his right hand forward and grabbed the bone staff.

  It's like finally driving the long-awaited car home and bringing the woman I dream of to bed.

  Looking at the skull, Heath didn't feel gloomy at all. On the contrary, the more he watched, the more happy he became, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he became.

  In the evening, the cafeteria.

  "A red fish, a purple cabbage, a bowl of old woman mushroom soup, thank you."

  The tower has a new chef, and the food is in line with Heath’s taste. In addition to the magic stones he earned a few days ago, he doesn't bother to go back and make it himself. Every day, dinner is spent in the cafeteria.

  After finishing the meal, Heath swept his eyes in the crowded cafeteria.

  After the chef changed, the number of apprentices in the cafeteria suddenly increased, and it was difficult to find vacancies when they arrived late.

  "Here, man!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

  But saw Ande standing on a chair in front of him and waving to him.

  Heath walked over, and the apprentices who had occupied the seat early gave him a seat. Heath did not talk nonsense, and sat down and ate for himself.

  As usual, the apprentices are talking about hot topics recently.

  Jenny said excitedly: "Hey, are you saying that the rumors are true? Is there really a trial?"

   Ande said: "Who knows, but even Murphy is saying that it should probably be true. That guy has no other ability. He has never missed the news."

  Jenny’s expression became even more excited: "So is the formal apprenticeship?"

  Recently, there has been more news about a trial in two years' time. Apprentices can basically be heard talking about this wherever they go.

   Ande rolled his eyes and said, "What if it is true?"

   He sneered ironically: "Don't you see the way of the tower? The official apprenticeships are reserved for apprentices from the wizard family, no matter how good the performance is, it will not fall on us."

  While talking, he also gave Heath as an example: "Look at Heath, who has made such a great battle for the tower's birth and death. In the end, it was not just a big talk that caught his appetite and passed it."

   "Slave, always just a slave."

  　 I feel that everyone’s resistance to the heroine is so great. In fact, I didn’t plan how many roles she had

  　　 In addition, I would like to thank the three friends [Good Day a Who Knows], [Zi Chou Yin Mao01], and [Like Mini] for their rewards. Thank you very much.

  (End of this chapter)