Chapter 210

Chikaku was not reconciled.

As a destructive level wizard, he has always regarded himself very highly, not only for his confidence in his own strength, but also for his own wisdom.

After all, no one can cultivate an elite wizard army of 50 people with their own strength, and gain a great reputation.

Many Destroyers are lone rangers themselves, and do not have the ability to train, guide, or organize other people.

If you can cultivate fifty, it means you can cultivate five hundred or five thousand. It is easy to create your own power, but Chikaku doesn't care.

After he founded the Blood Banquet, he was in direct control of the lifelines of thousands of extraordinary people, like an emperor, which made his self-confidence extremely inflated.

Coupled with the fact that Road of Fire Sword, an extremely mysterious organization, attaches great importance to it, knowing the so-called "truth of the world", makes Chikaku feel that he is naturally higher than these ignorant people, and has a full sense of superiority.

But this fiasco completely trampled the superiority of this proud wizard into the soil, and crushed it several times, without showing any mercy.

For a period of time after being captured by Joseph and brought back to the Secret Ritual Tower, he has been in a state of chaotic thinking and ignorance.

It wasn't until the Secret Ritual Tower began to use potions that he gradually regained his sobriety and had the opportunity to use his backhand.

His personal leather book is all made of baby skin, and the process is extremely complicated. Naturally, it cannot be used only for communication, but a part of his soul is sewn into it.

As long as he uses specific spells and methods, and then commits suicide, he can use the human skin book to be resurrected!

Of course, everything must be based on his sanity.

From this point of view, he should also thank the Secret Ritual Tower.

"Hahahaha I will return from hell and kill you all!"

Chikaku's neck was completely twisted, his head drooped, but he still laughed intermittently, looking at the panicked guard knights in front of him.

His sanity has almost recovered, and he has been pretending to be crazy just to paralyze the interrogators in the Secret Ritual Tower. He will remember this humiliating day in his heart forever.

Wait, then!

Although he has nothing now, don't underestimate the determination and perseverance of a destructive wizard, he will make a comeback sooner or later!

As for the Secret Ritual Tower, just wait for his revenge! He wants to turn everyone into raw materials for other people's books!

Accompanied by such thoughts, Chikaku lost his eyesight and completely lost consciousness.

...

Lin Jie suddenly felt that there was something more in his dream.

After he constructed the basic dream, the whole dream seemed to become an independent space.

It's not only when you sleep and dream at night that you can go in, you can also take in and out things in reality, for example, last time he put a bunch of materials and messy things in it.

Such as the Candela Holy Sword, such as the personal leather book...

Of course, what is in the dream itself cannot be taken out.

And the body can't enter it for the time being, and can only enter the dreamland in the form of "meditation".

But the mastery of the dream is still there, and he knows everything that happens in it.

For example, now, he found that the human skin book that he had put on the bookcase had changed. It shook for a while, and then it opened automatically without wind.

The pages of the book were flipping rapidly, and the writing on it that spoke like a madman was melting, and finally turned into a dense and spreading bloodstain.

Afterwards, thick blood oozes from the pages of the book, flows down like a waterfall, falls on the ground and turns into something like a slime, and gradually deforms, forming a "human" shape.

"What kind of weird dream creature is this?"

Lin Jie stopped his carpentry work and frowned.

The dream creature that looked like a patchwork human body that came in last time was quite weird, and this time the blood made into a slime is even stranger.

"Although I know that dream creatures are so strange, but this is too creepy."

In particular, this thing seemed to be "infiltrated" through the personal book as a medium, which made Lin Jie disgusted even more.

If Lin Jie, the sewing monster last time, was still thinking about observing and thinking about whether he could expand his business, this time he just wanted to kill him--for Lin Jie, it was like living in a clean house. Suddenly, a big blowfly flew in, buzzing around like disgusting.

Lin Jie thought about it, but saw the blood slime move.

It first turned its head as if in a daze, looked around, then stretched out its hand to pick up the personal book, made a gesture as if it was smiling, and danced.

Immediately afterwards, it squirmed towards Lin Jie's coffee table where the materials were placed, dragging blood all the way.

Seeing this moment, Lin Jie couldn't bear it anymore.

Now he feels that a homeless man has come into the house that he has cleaned up, dirty and smelly, and looks like a robber, ready to mess with his things.

It has something to do with the human skin book, and its appearance is so evil, it is no different from mosquitoes and flies.

Forget it.

With this thought, an invisible force immediately formed in the dream, like an invisible palm waved down, and landed on the blood slime.

The heavy pressure fell, and the slime instantly became shorter and deformed like a jelly.

It struggled crazily, blood splattered like fireworks inexplicably, then raised the human skin book high and shook it, not knowing what it was doing, and made a gurgling sound.

Lin Jie was taken aback and was taken aback.

The bloodstain on the human skin book changed again, as if it had changed into some kind of writing.

His only thought was "This thing can use human skin?!"

Those who can use such evil items must not be good things!

And looking at it like this, is it going to make a big move? !

Lin Jie thought that I must preemptively strike, otherwise I don't know what will happen, and it will be bad if the dream is destroyed by then, so he quickly pressurized.

...

Chikaku originally thought he had escaped.

He was resurrected with the help of the human skin book. Although he appeared in an unfamiliar place when he just opened his eyes, he was relieved when he found that there was no one around and seemed to be very calm.

Chikaku looked around and found that this seemed to be the residence of some scholars. It was very quiet, and there were some materials and books piled up next to it.

It is guessed that this personal skin book may have been lost to other places later, but this just provided him with a safe resurrection environment.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Chikaku picked up the human skin book and smiled triumphantly.

Isn't this God helping me?

Now as long as he escapes the pursuit of the Secret Ritual Tower and connects with the Fire Sword Road, a comeback is just around the corner!

After Chikaku calmed down a little, he approached the coffee table cautiously, trying to guess the identity of the owner here and see if it would be beneficial to him.

But just after taking two steps, he felt horribly as if someone was watching him, and an extremely dangerous premonition hit his heart.

At this moment, an irresistible force came crashing down, lowering him a bit.

"Trap, trap!!!"

The bones of Chikaku's whole body slammed together, cracked and snapped, and his eyes were cracked. After casting several spells, he judged that this was not a force he could resist.

He quickly raised the human skin book in his hand, recorded his lifelong spells on it as sincerity, and said loudly in a broken voice: "Forgive me!!! I surrender!!! Here is what I have learned all my life, and I can hand it over to Your Excellency! !!Do not kill me!!!"

But the master of that power ignored him, allowing him to collapse and despair, howling loudly, increasing his strength on his own, and finally crushing him completely.

Until now, Chikaku didn't think of the cries of the babies he skinned.

When he killed these innocent lives, how could he hear their cries for mercy.

Now, just let him have a taste of this——

It's none of your business to destroy you.

...

"Snapped!"

Just like a fly swatter hitting a fly, the barely humanoid blood slime exploded directly, turning into a puddle of burst blood.

Lin Jie cleaned up these traces with disgust, and then took out the human skin book.

"Shuh..."

He flipped through the pages of the book, and found that the records on it seemed to be some... spells?