Mage Manual Chapter 1199: 872: Technique Spirit Transformation of Igula

Capítulo 1199: Chapter 872: Technique Spirit Transformation of Igula and Harvey_3

Igula was silent for a mont. As the dragon lich and the monster army ahead drew closer, he finally couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the plan?”

“It’s simple, we undergo demonization.” Yin Zhi snapped her fingers, “As long as we undergo demonization, these ugly creatures will be dealt with in an instant!”

“But doesn’t the Golden Holy Grail prevent you from demonizing?” Igula said calmly.

“Exactly!” Yin Zhi nodded, “Once we undergo demonization, we can’t resist drinking from the Holy Grail, nearly falling into a deep slumber. So if it’s just two people, demonization is impossible.”

“But if there are three people, it’s different.”

At this point, Amilo braked, blocking Igula’s little battery car.

Igula’s face turned grim, “You an…”

“Correct.” Yin Zhi raised her Holy Grail, “Soone just needs to drink from my Holy Grail.”

She leaned forward, and Amilo bent his head back, drinking the Rainbow Nectar completely. When Amilo finished drinking, the Golden Holy Grail turned into a phantom and fell from Yin Zhi’s hand, quickly dissipating.

At the sa ti, Amilo fell into a deep sleep and the Rainbow Light Column erged from his body, piercing the Heavenly Curtain and the golden rain.

Igula stared dazedly at this scene until Yin Zhi walked over, snapping him back to reality to ask, “Aren’t you afraid—”

“Afraid you’ll kill ? Afraid you’ll refuse?” Yin Zhi blinked, “But this is a trap set by the Source Angel for us, even if I don’t do this, it’s a dead end, so why not take a gamble?”

“I thought you’d want to drink.”

“Would you be willing?”

“No.”

“Even if you were, it wouldn’t help.” Yin Zhi shrugged, “I didn’t have any other choice… My only fear was that Igula, you had no ambition. People without ambition are the only winners at the gambling table.”

“What if I am?”

“If you were, then you would’ve found a chance to kill last ti we t, or I would’ve killed you.” Yin Zhi laughed, “After all, the only reason for soone without ambition to be here is to fulfill soone else’s ambition.”

She lifted her skirt slightly and bowed gracefully, “Mr. Igula, may I have the honor of a dance?”

Igula looked at the pink-purple girl who was both innocent and scheming, self-righteous yet irresistibly convincing, feeling like he’d encountered a superior in the food chain, maybe even… an upper superior.

The Swindler shook Yin Zhi’s hand, making a pact with the demon.

…

In the cetery, Harvey fleeing through the tomb passage encountered Tiramisu at the fork. As before, Tiramisu was still so tall, with a coffin on his back, a little boy Ye Jian sitting on his shoulder.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

The two greeted each other and joined together in a sprint through the tomb passage.

After a mont, Tiramisu spoke up, “What a coincidence.”

“This is a cetery, we’re necromancers.” Harvey replied, “It’s not really a coincidence; the fact that we hadn’t t until now is more coincidental.”

“Mm.”

After a long silence, monsters appeared at the end of the tomb passage, and they stopped. Harvey turned to ask, “Tiramisu, are you skilled in lee magic?”

“Just call Tiramisu.”

“Tiramisu, are you skilled in lee magic?”

Tiramisu shook his head, “I’ve spent hundreds of years studying the Necromancy Faction, haven’t learned lee magic.”

Harvey sighed, “Such a beautiful life. So, you can’t demonize?”

“No.”

“Looks like we’ll have to drink from the Holy Grail.” Harvey shrugged.

Tiramisu asked, “Didn’t you see the colorful columns through the skylight just now?”

“I did, what’s the matter?” Harvey tilted his head.

Tiramisu didn’t explain, she pondered for a mont, then asked, “Are you willing to entrust your life to us for safekeeping?”

“I’m not willing.” Harvey replied, “Only two people can make relinquish my life, but it’s not you.”

Ye Jian suddenly said, “He’s not blood-related, it won’t work.”

Tiramisu nodded, turning to the little boy, “Little Ye Jian, let drink from the Holy Grail.”

Ye Jian silently raised his Holy Grail, pouring it into Tiramisu’s blood-red lips. When Tiramisu fell into a deep sleep slumped on the ground, Ye Jian jumped up like a hug bug, wrapping around Harvey, looking up at the dark-skinned curly hair, “Beco my demon blood kin… temporarily.”

Harvey thought for a mont, “I won’t attack my friends.”

“What if they aren’t your friends?”

“Can you keep their bodies intact?”

“Yes.”

“Then I have no problem.”

The necromancer unloaded the coffin, making space for the demon.