The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 012 Human Skin Puppet
It was dark in the pit.
Roger relied on his low-light vision and strode forward.
The terrain ahead has sunk significantly.
Steps appeared in front of Roger.
At the end of the stairs, there was a terrifying scene that made one's scalp tingle.
The bloody corpses were piled there and left to rot.
The dried dark red bloodstains and the piles of body parts mixed together, like a large mess of velvet curtain.
It took Roger a while to identify the bodies before he was sure that they were all human.
"What about their skin?"
Anger rose in his heart, and then it turned into a strong sense of vigilance.
He walked quickly down the steps and took a close look at the bodies.
“It was all stripped away intact.”
"And the technique is very skillful!"
Roger's face turned gloomy, which was unusual.
The owner of this pit is so evil and hateful.
It is not difficult to see from the traces left on the body.
He is an expert at skinning.
Perhaps the act of skinning is as easy for him as eating and breathing.
Such an enemy...
Could it be the corpse demon himself?
With this thought in mind, Roger walked around the pile of corpses and continued forward.
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This is a tunnel-like cave.
Roger was very cautious, hiding every five steps.
After turning a narrow bend, we saw lights ahead.
He looked closely.
It was a very spacious underground space.
There are many tables and instruments.
It looks like a laboratory.
A short man in a bright red robe was leaning over the table with his back to him, writing furiously.
In the laboratory.
Various parts of human organs and limbs were placed everywhere.
Roger tried to calm his breathing.
This was the most difficult time for him to suppress his anger since he traveled through time!
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"Blood Mage Apprentice Lv9 HP 45 DEF 5 Human/Undead"
"Magic Field: Curse"
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"It is indeed a half-human, half-undead monster."
Roger has read the information about the corpse demon.
Before this monster was deformed, it was once a well-known wizard in the Gem City. At that time, he claimed that he had successfully become half-undead.
The area of magic he studied was "evil spells".
The information matches perfectly.
You know, "evil curse" is a very evil field of magic.
Only those who have completely lost their humanity could take this path.
Even if this guy is not a corpse demon, he is still a lackey of the corpse demon.
Roger was about to launch a surprise attack and stab him to death.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew overhead.
Roger didn't have time to look up, he lowered his head and jumped back hastily to avoid the sneak attack of the sharp blade.
call!
The blade cut across the top of his head, brushing past his hair.
Roger knew he had been exposed and was too lazy to disguise himself.
Holding the Green Fly Sword in his hand, he attacked the fat monster fiercely.
"Cloud and Smoke Step" is activated.
After just five moves.
The tip of the Green Fly Sword, which was still retaining holy water, successfully pierced into the fat body of the knife-wielding stranger in front of him.
But then there was a "hiss" sound.
Balls of black gas gushed out from the attacker's wounds.
He himself collapsed like a balloon.
The black air dissipated.
There was only a piece of human skin on the ground, looking half-smiling.
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"Human Skin Puppet Lv9 HP 26 Defense 1 Weak to Lightning/Fire/Sharp Objects"
"Enchantment: Anthropomorphic Curse"
"Anthropomorphic Curse: Create a guard in human skin, with some of the attributes of the previous life."
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“Hohoho.”
"A very energetic young man, with quick reactions."
The short wizard put down his pen and turned to look at Roger.
His skin was very white, as if he had applied more than ten layers of powder.
He raised his chin high, his arrogance was obvious, and his tone was condescending:
"You just broke my puppet like that. Do you want to replace him as my bodyguard?"
Roger drew his sword and went forward without saying a word!
There is nothing to say to this kind of evil heretic.
The short wizard stood up suddenly, grabbed a bottle of dark green gel in his left hand, and quickly opened the bottle.
The sound of spells rang out again and again.
Between breaths.
Six green lights emerged from his chest and shot towards the aggressive Roger without looking back!
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"Powerful Sulfuric Acid Arrow: A 1st level spell that summons 4 to 6 sulfuric acid arrows to attack the enemy, causing 10 points of damage per arrow. Once the sulfuric acid arrow hits the target and causes damage, the target will be affected by the 'corrosion' effect."
[Corrosion: Corrode the target with an acidity of 9, and deduct health points depending on the corroded part (Skin: 2 points/minute)]
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In this world polluted by high-dimensional magic, at the same level, the power of spells is significantly higher than other moves.
For example, this powerful sulfuric acid arrow.
In this relatively narrow terrain, this thing is simply a nightmare for melee professions.
If he fails to dodge, only death will await him.
But Roger didn't care.
He has a sword in his hand and fire in his heart.
So he ran into it head-on!
"Hiss~"
The short wizard took a breath of surprise, and then complained to himself:
"A waste of good skin..."
But before he could finish his words.
Then he saw Roger rushing towards him despite the spell!
The sulfuric acid arrows only caused some damage to his clothes.
He himself was unharmed!
"Ah! How can this be..."
The short wizard jumped up in panic.
He hurriedly began to chant the second spell.
Unfortunately it's too late.
Roger remembered it clearly.
A first-level wizard will have a "refractory period" after each spell he casts.
It would take at least ten seconds before he could use the second spell.
And ten seconds was enough for Roger to stab him a hundred or eighty times.
Puff puff puff!
The Green Fly Sword was like a dragonfly skimming the water, instantly piercing through several vital points of the short mage.
After a few breaths.
The short wizard just stared with his eyes wide open and his mouth twisted, his body collapsing on the ground like mud.
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"You killed the blood mage apprentice."
"You gained 5 XP"
"You have gained 16 chivalry points."
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Looking at these 16 points of chivalry, Roger did not feel happy at all.
Because he knew what it meant.
Calmed down a bit.
Roger quickly searched the laboratory.
Roger sorted out a lot of useful information from the relics——
The short wizard is called Moss.
He is from another planet.
Half a year ago, he came to join the Corpse Demon on the orders of his mentor.
This laboratory was built for him by the corpse demon to facilitate Moss's study of evil spells.
But in return, Moss must make "perfect human skin" for the corpse demon.
It is not difficult to learn from Moss's experimental log that in the past six months, the demand for human skin by the corpse demon has increased sharply.
Moss had complained more than once about the cramps in his skinning hands.
Just half a year.
Three hundred human skins.
This is the answer Moss gave.
But the corpse demon still seemed unsatisfied, and he kept urging Moss to work overtime.
In order to ensure the supply of population, the Corpse Demon himself led the skeleton soldiers south along the Knights Avenue, looting a large number of people along the way!
What is even more outrageous is that
When Moss skinned people, he had to skin them alive; sometimes, after the skin was peeled off, the person was still alive in pain.
Although this creature has a human soul, it is no different from a monster.
"The corpse demon... Damn it!"
Silently closed the experimental log.
Roger took a few deep breaths for dozens of seconds before turning his attention to another thin book.
"Mystra's Universal Spells and Incantations".
He opened the book, consulted the catalog, and found what he wanted.
After a moment.
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"You have mastered the Ninth Spell of Mystra."
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