Alive, this description may have other meanings from the mouth of cheese. Because no matter how you look at it, those mural warriors have nothing to do with living creatures. Even the shadow mays that can change their own shape will not be so dull as them.


    From these soldiers, we can''t see what life should have. Those things can be joys, sorrows and joys at a small scale and a more subtle feeling at a large scale. This performance is especially reflected in man-made objects, that is, tools.


    The clear purpose, unilateral limitations, non independence that cannot be completed by themselves, etc. instinctive judgment tells cheese that these soldiers are just tools.


    But they are living tools. It is undeniable that they will be affected by the black magic he is now performing, which shows that the driving force of the mural soldier is not something else, but the vitality that is the same as the vitality emerging from his own interior.


    This is interesting, because from the internal structure of the soldiers just defeated, even as the container of vitality, they are also unqualified. There is no structure that can keep vitality or take root. Relying only on yellow sand and paint is like making moving figures, even for magic.


    Not to mention, they were mural symbols before.


    "Wow!"


    The quicksand fell, and the monster with a human face and a lion body turned into its original shape in front of the gray robe. Cheese looked down at his palm. The blood vessels and some black lines similar to blood vessels had spread. Like the flower and rattan patterns in the decorative painting, they began to climb and expand all the way along the runes in the palm, and there was a trend that they would grow on the back of the hand.


    "Since you have used corrupt magic, why should you bear the cost yourself? Although your magic is limited, it''s still possible to find a substitute."


    The old man''s voice came from the depths of the pool. The corrupt magic in his mouth was the more widely recognized name of the black magic being used by cheese.


    It is said that this spell came from a mage who can quickly turn fallen leaves into rotten soil. He provided these rotten fertilizers for areas with poor food production. However, later, people soon found that the fields with the fertilizer made by his magic not only did not have a good harvest, but even the crops that were still barely alive died quickly.


    But it was too late to stop it. At that time, the influence of corruption magic had spread to many towns, and the consequence was that the small country where the disaster broke out directly changed from a bad harvest to a famine. But no one knows why the mage did that.


    Indeed, for today''s mages and black magic learners, the original purpose of the mage who invented and made this spell notorious is no longer verifiable, but all those who have learned this magic know that the Corruption spell is actually different from its visual effect.


    Corruption spell is not a spell to steal life, it is a spell to destroy life, and the weapon to destroy is other life. In other words, the remaining vitality in the rotten leaves was not drained, but transformed into an anti vitality, which turned it into a terrible poison, although only for crops.


    Cheese is doing the same thing now. He is offsetting the vitality of mural soldiers with anti vitality, so as to make them die. However, his different casting method from the conventional black magician is that he did not use the medium such as fallen leaves as the source of anti vitality. He directly used his own vitality. This is not equal to the direct service life, but if this consumption is too large, it can indeed lead to various bad consequences.


    "It''s not necessary. The vitality of these creations is incredibly fragile. Although they are really tough, it''s still easy to destroy them by magic. I don''t need a double to deal with them," said cheese, and greeted the knife waving at him with the palm of his hand.


    The big knife is a whole with its owner. The knife is more like an organ on a mural soldier. Therefore, when the palm of the cheese touches the blade, it is equivalent to touching the other party''s body. So corruption happened again, and the black lines continued to expand. A small black line like a young snake climbed onto the back of the master''s hand.


    If the black lines spread to the whole palm, the situation will become very bad. This is what Cheese won''t say to his opponent, and he doesn''t care at all. If a mage lacks control over his spells, he will fail in basic skills.


    For example, it''s like a cook chopping off his fingers while cutting vegetables, and a soldier breaking his arm when waving a war hammer. Of course, they deserve sympathy, but they must also deserve pity.


    Cheese naturally knows how much damage his spell will cause and how long he can maintain it. He separated the attack with a lantern in one hand, cleaned up the people in the way with corrupt magic in the other hand, and walked step by step towards the pool in the middle of the room.


    At first glance, there is nothing special about the pool, but it is more similar to a thick layer of grease floating on the water, hiding the real situation in the water below. Grey robe believes that these pools of water certainly do not exist for good-looking or cleaning needs, which may have the key to driving the room.


    Of course, if his guess is right, he will inevitably suffer more resistance to get close to the pool water, but there is no way back anyway. Why not move forward?


    "Tough and good at fighting. Is this your apprentice? Or is it the only one?" the old man raised his eyelids, said slowly, then stretched out his fingers and gently pointed to the cheese that was struggling to get close to the pool, "kill him."


    It can be clearly felt that after those three words were spoken, great changes have taken place in the speed, strength and mode of operation of mural soldiers. When the monster composed of yellow sand and paint rushed to the cheese fearlessly, the grey robe found that he really didn''t have a good way.


    This is not to say that the magic in his hand has failed, but after all, he has only one palm as an effective weapon. When multiple attacks hit his body, pain and physical damage are inevitable. If he insists on moving forward without finding a new way, he may be killed alive before touching the water!


    "Cheese!"


    The cat goblin saw that the situation was bad. He didn''t care about the condition of weapons. He had to come forward to help when his hands ejected sharp claws. However, the grey robe did not intend to fight to the death. After noticing the madness of the other party, he immediately retreated. Although he still suffered a lot of blows, he was lucky to have the robe to protect his body, but it was only pain. Most of the soldiers used knives as weapons, and their strength was not enough to break bones with a blade.


    "Oh, what trouble."


    At this stage, cheese was not in a good mood. It was subject to restrictions everywhere and step by step. It was unable to use magic and force, and its heart could not help getting angry. He subconsciously thought that he still had a means to play a role without constraints, but he pressed it back as soon as he changed his mind.


    His opponent this time is not an evil god or a heretic. He shouldn''t use it here.


    "We still have to find out how that anger came from."


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