There are some lucky people in the extraordinary world. They are ordinary human beings without inheritance, but they can always get enviable extraordinary powers due to some accidents or chance coincidences.

The former ace pilot, the drunkard now, is one of them.

The so-called storm dependents, just like the "wild dependents" encountered in the Moor Township, will receive huge increases and favors in certain circumstances.

That is to say, for other extraordinary people, the extremely terrible storm weather is here, but he is extremely comfortable. He will not suffer any damage during the storm, and he will even be strengthened. The storm is also a breeze.

However, it can be seen from the word "passive" displayed in the message that this man did not cultivate according to his ability.

"Surviving many times in an air crash is considered a lucky favored person, but losing one of my loved ones one after another is a bad luck and a pitiful person."

Looking at the first piece of information, Tang Qi sighed slightly.

The "controlling mantra" dispelled the alcohol in the opponent's body. The middle-aged man gradually sobered, but his face was still haggard and decadent.

"Mr. Eric Hartman?"

"Ok?"

"You know that a qualified pilot cannot drink alcohol?"

When Tang Qi spoke, he pointed to the empty bottle in his hand.

Eric Hartman seemed a little uncomfortable and suddenly became sober from being drunk for a few seconds. After completely waking up, he looked at Tang Qi without covering his face.

Although he is passively becoming a "storm lover", he is a real transcendence after all, with the most basic perception ability.

In his perception, the young man who looked a little thin in front of him, exuded an extremely terrifying atmosphere. He seemed to have thought of something, and a faint hope of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

He looked up sharply and looked at Tang Qi, his lips trembling slightly, his face hesitant, but he finally said: "As long as you can let me ..."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Eric, the resurrection of the dead is the realm of the gods. I cannot do it, and even if there is a similar method, you will certainly not be able to pay the price. Since you are already in the old tavern, you should have heard a lot of this It ’s a kind of story. The resurrected relatives must not be what you imagined. "

Tang Qi interrupted him and calmly told the facts he had known before.

The mysterious side revived, bringing confusion and terror, but also gave many people hope.

For example, some people who are lucky enough to become extraordinary, seeing this extraordinary magical power, will want to realize some originally slim wishes, resurrecting their dead relatives is one of the important options.

But those people's "try" never succeeded.

The most common consequences:

"They dug out the bones of their loved ones, but they were resurrected from zombies, or monsters occupying the corpses ... Some people recite ancient taboo spells, trying to summon the souls of their loved ones from the undead world, but the return is often terrible The evil spirit. "

"Before becoming a god, don't provoke death."

Tang Qi spit out another iron law on the mysterious side.

In fact, there is no need for Tang Qi ’s reminder. Eric Hartman, who is a storm dependent, has been fooling around in the old tavern. He has heard too many such stories, so although he misses his loved ones, he has not made up his mind. Determined to touch the taboo.

He came to apply for the job, only with a glimmer of hope, to be able to own the existence of "extraordinary aircraft", whether it is an organization or an individual, it represents strong.

Perhaps, there can be other ways.

But what Tang Qi had just said shattered the hope in his eyes.

Eric Hartman's face became slumped again, slowly dropping his head, whispering in a low voice: "So, bother."

After talking, he planned to get up and leave.

As Tang Qi said, on the mysterious side, traffic rules are also used, and alcoholics cannot become pilots.

Just as Eric got up, a calm voice came into his ears.

"I ca n’t bring the dead back to life, nor can you see the souls of dead loved ones, because time has passed so long that they have all entered the world of the dead soul in the" mystery ", but if you want, you can try to pass them information."

"There is only one chance, and you may not receive a reply."

Tang Qi's words made Eric Hartman's eyes instantly glorious.

He raised his head violently, unable to conceal the surprises and anxieties on his face. He held back the urge and shivered: "What price do I need to pay?"

Sure enough, the survivors who spend a little longer on the mysterious side know that to get anything, you need to pay the corresponding price.

Tang Qi looked at Eric Hartman. He could indeed let Eric “talk” to his dead relatives. If Eric ’s relatives had just passed away, he only needed a psychic medicine to let him communicate with him. Meet the undead of loved ones.

But looking at Eric's decadent appearance, it's clear that loved ones have been dead for a while.

Unless some accident occurs, the souls of the dead will enter the "mystery", the unknowable world of death. As for the final destination, it is a mystery beyond the world.

Almost all attempts to return the "deceased" will end in failure and cause dire consequences.

But if it is just to convey information, it is not as serious as it is, and even has a low success rate.

However, it belongs to the category of "Undead Witchcraft", Tang Qi did not practice, but there are several witches involved in this kind of witchcraft in the entire Merada Witch Group, and they have good attainments.

Although the witches had not returned, they had also taught many teachers at school before they left.

For example, Professor Eva, she is a half disciple of "Esmeralda".

Tang Qi had previously seen the roster of faculty and staff, and one of the teachers, whose occupation was "Undead Witch", was fully proficient in witchcraft such as "Undead Whisper" and "Dead Messenger", enough to help Eric Hartman.

With a certain thought in mind, Tang Qi said directly: "Don't stop drinking and go to work."

"No problem, it may take some time to stop drinking, can you let me ..."

"No, you just have to be patient and quit immediately."

Eric hasn't finished talking yet, Tang Qi has put a hand on his shoulder, the powerful version of the body control spell is cast instantly.

This witchcraft that can control the body of others can even suppress the problems involving the ancient bloodlines such as Snow and Luka, not to mention the problem of alcohol addiction.

"what!"

Of course, the process of quitting alcohol is destined to be a bit painful.

After recruiting suitable pilots, Tang Qi didn't delay in the old tavern. Now his group of friends, Raphael seems to have a heavy task and is busy.

Old Coulson seems to have finally come to fight, determined to improve his "healer" rank, no longer suppressed by his two powerful brothers.

The remaining Savoy and Jensen, although they tried to take Donch to play.

But the two of them each have lovers, so in order not to be forcibly stuffed with dog food, Tang Qi firmly refused.

Jennifer is obviously willing to date his "idol".

But Tang Qi looked at Eva on the side of his eyes and considered his principal's image. He didn't say that he was going to have a drink. He just smiled and nodded at Jennifer, stating that he was working on a big topic recently. "Birth and annihilation", if you are free, you can come to school to study with him.

Then he opened the portal and took Professor Eva and Eric Hartman who couldn't wait to go to work to return to the secret realm of Lake Heart Island.

Tang Qi had just left, and Jensen, who had failed to feed the dog food, was frowning at what he was about to say, but at this time, Jennifer, who had been smiling all the time, seemed to hear something and changed suddenly.

Jensen changed his face with it.

The two took out a strange thing from their arms almost at the same time, and after receiving a piece of information from it, they looked at each other and saw strong worry in the other's eyes. It seemed that the bad thing they had been worrying about had finally become a reality at this time. .

"A mysterious organization appeared in the Blake Mountains. In an unknown way, it opened an exotic entrance, and there are traces of unknown ethnic activities on the other end."

...

Blake Mountains, ten minutes ago.

This is close to Mihuang City, but there is a mountain range at a distance from this prosperous city. There are no precious tree species and no other resources coveted by humans. Therefore, it maintains the complete forest style, primitive and wild.

In a dark valley near the main peak of the mountain, a battle is coming to an end.

The two sides of the battle, one is a knight in a black cloak but wearing armor inside, and the other is a group of cultists with crazy looks and rough linen.

Although the number of the former is small, the holy light from their swords easily kills the other.

The latter seems to have entered a strange state. Even if it was on the verge of death, it was wailing and screaming after being illuminated by the Holy Light, but no one surrendered actively, but laughed and rammed into the altar in the deepest valley.

It was an altar made entirely of flesh and bones. The center was engraved with strange and ancient lines, dense and dense, like countless black maggots, creeping on it, as the crazy believers hit the altar and automatically integrated into it.

Gushing from above, the glare that made people unable to contain fear and nausea gradually converged into a vague portal.

boom!

A knight's sword surging from the light came from a distance, but it had not touched the altar. The light attached to it was quickly eliminated. The sword made of extraordinary materials was corroded silently by the long sword with holy runes. Even the sword hilt disappeared cleanly.

It was an old man who threw a long sword. He wore a robe that normal clerical staff would wear, without armor, but the body under the robe was strong and tall, and there was a white stubble on the chin. The facial features were cold and hard, and the whole person exuded Just like the temperament of steel.

As long as you know some extraordinary people in Mihuang City, you can recognize them.

This old man is John Olesim, the knight leader of the "Holy Tribunal" in the Bright Church of Mihuang, a powerful knight of light.

Behind Oraismu, a knight used a long sword to "purify" a cultist who was too late to rush to the altar. He leaned over and looked around, frowning tightly, and quickly came to Oraismu's side, Hui reported: "They are all peripheral members of the" Rotten Head ". The mastermind has escaped before we came. The divination of the Stone of Prophecy made a mistake and should be interfered with by the other party with a higher-level wonder."

"Is this the eighth exotic entrance opened by the head of decay, or was it destroyed by the sword of Saint Dorsey?"

While the knight reported, several other knights behind him were about to lift out a heavy "sword box" made of stone.

But they hadn't opened the sword box yet. Oresm's detective stopped them. He stared at the fully condensed portal, watching the ripples in it, and his breathing gradually became heavy, a little bit off There are some troublesome robes on the lower body.

At the moment when his robe fell to the ground, inside the portal, a human arm rotten enough to see the bone, suddenly came out. Immediately followed by the second, third, and fourth ... They were gently pressed around the altar, stroking the flesh and blood of those crazy believers and innocents.

Including the knight beside the old man, everyone's breathing was rapid.

Suddenly they felt itchiness all over their bodies, as if they were stroking by those rotten arms.

A knight looked down unconsciously at the palm of his hand holding the sword. At the back of the hand, somehow, a reddish vertical streak appeared on the back of his hand. The extreme itching made him unable to bear the knight's sword back and secretly A few scratches.

The strange touch came, and when the knight looked again, he saw that a layer of skin on the back of his hand had been directly caught by him, and he fell with a "click". At the back of the **** hand, a black one with no pupils Eyes opened slowly.

Watching it, for a moment, the tide of terror will drown his soul.

It was at this moment that Oresm, who had taken off his robe, suddenly appeared on the altar. A pair of steel palms dived straight into the ripples. In the violent holy light and the violent howling, a huge head was hardened. He pulled it out.

It was a rotten head with only "eyes", all black eyes squeezed together, which was enough to make the fearful patients crazy, and instantaneously defeated most of the knights in the field.

The terrible itching swept every knight's mind.

They could not control the threw of the knight's sword in their hands. The holy light that exploded in their bodies couldn't stop them from producing "rotting black eyes" everywhere. They unconsciously scratched and tore off pieces of flesh.

Seeing that the knights are going to mutate, the light in Oresm's hands is surging several times ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ With a muffled noise from "Bang", the rotten head exploded and all the rotten arms It also turned into fly ash, and the knights collapsed.

Watching the black eyes closed slowly, the terrible itching began to recede.

But wait for the knights to relax. After the portal, the ripples surged violently, one rotten arm protruded violently, and the Oresm Knight commander was grabbed everywhere in an instant. Around his body, rotten ones The head covered with "black eyes" protruded out.

The holy light that gushed out from Olasim was continuously wiped out by the deep pollution.

The knights must continue to mutate. At the center of the ground, the heavy stone "sword box" bursts violently, and a piece of white gemstone is cast. The ancient and gorgeous knight sword slowly floats up and instantly turns into a dazzling The extremely holy light blasted towards the portal.

Oraismu's thick voice came at this time:

"Leave here and ask the church and the castle for help."

"Tell them that a magic wave will erupt here, and I can block ... ten minutes."