Chapter 3 Strong in Purgatory

Chapter 3 Stick in Purgatory

"Bang..." A violent explosion came from the Duke of Ivan's mansion, which was deafening, and the whole ground was constantly shaking violently.

"Ah..." Then, a figure flew out of the Qinyuan building in a perfect parabola posture and hit the ground heavily.

"Wow!" For a long time, he raised a head from the uneven pit, and his head was still mixed with weeds, swaying in the cold wind. Atre exhaled a long turbid breath, his face was pale, and he looked arrogant and unyielding. He clenched his teeth, pulled his fists and rushed to the small building of Qinyuan again, constantly cheering himself: "Come again, I'm not afraid, I'm really not afraid."

Since Yanawei's teaching, there has been no pause in such a scene, and no one knows what Atre is suffering from.

Esmes looked indifferent and stood at the corner of the attic, with a smile.

Carlo, the old housekeeper, was still depressed and listless. Looking at the resolute back of Atre rushing up again, his unopened eyes finally burst out a kind of light, flashed, opened his mouth, and his voice was gloomy: "Duchess, do you think this is good? Our Ivan family is an imperial orthodox aristocrat, inheriting noble blood. Now that the young master is allowed to learn the black martial arts skills in the demon field, will it cause trouble for the Duke? The Great Sacrifice and the Holy Combat Regiment of the Vatican will send people to participate in the upcoming hunting and killing meeting. Will it arouse their vigilance?

"The ancestor Duke Norman does not want his descendants to be nameless mediocrity. Even if he is a horde, he wants his descendants to stand proudly. Greed, power, money, desire, laziness, insidiousness, cunning. Behind the greatness, our Ivan family carries this humble awe. Will I tolerate someone to hurt my precious child? Esmes stroked her hair and smiled holy. Her mother's love was the greatest. Her son, the son of the Duke of Kao, the God of War, had no coward, and the Ivan family would not have any waste.

Looking at Esmes's back when he turned around and left, Carlo smiled with a gratifying smile at the corners of his mouth and said, "Who can understand that behind the glory of the Duke, the Duchess is the real executioner?"

For several days in a row, Atre has been silent in the mystery of special skills in the demon field. Perhaps the creator is fair. Atre, who could not practice any kind of skill, is just suitable for the tempering of dark techniques, although the process is incredible.

What he has to do now is to practice. According to Yanawei, whether it is the sacred white magician of Caesar's Land, the destructive knight, or the noble swordsman, they are very demanding on their physique, and not everyone can have amazing attainments.

Compared with the magicians of the magic union, in addition to the strength of the spiritual field, physical experience is actually a key, which they often ignore. Yanawei's teaching method is weird. What she wants is the strength of Atre's body.

Atre has stepped into the door of the Qinyuan small building again. He glanced at the arrogant Yanawei in the distance, and then turned his head and walked towards the high-level magic array called "The Curse of the Pharaoh" in front of him. He stood in his eyes and held his breath.

Like the chaos of the beginning, the energy of the magic array after seeing the blood began to rotate crazily. The five magic energy of wind, fire, earth, thunder and water were once again poured in from Atre's chest in the fierce battle between sacred light magic and dark magic. The roared, this boundary of the sky. Compeed with the seven-series magic, the tormented Atre is building the foundation in this way.

Blood overflowed from his mouth again, and Atre's face, whose face became paler and paler, was more and more twisted. Obviously, the strength of mental strength does not mean that the body's resistance can be fully supported, and it can't be supported.

"Receed!" Yanawei's fingers in the dark moved gently, shouted, and the magic array blinked and dissipated.

"Puff!" Atre felt that his body fell to the ground as soft as it had been hollowed out at that moment, gasping for breath. Although he didn't have any complaints, he was sure that the person who was so messed up by the seven-series magic was definitely the first person. He was even a little uncertain. Can this unprecedented method get him out of that powerless?

"Do you question me?" Yanawei seemed to be able to see through Atre's thoughts and said, "You might as well try it yourself!"

Yanawei is undoubtedly a cold and harsh iceberg woman. She never has any feelings in her voice, but she is also a very competent mentor. She is all-encompassing in the knowledge concept of what she collectively calls 'black martial arts', and even describes the forbidden spell of the black magician. For Atre, who is about to start, the preliminary magic The way of use is naturally familiar to the heart.

"Demon Dance, Light Armor!" Atre sang, and the palm of his right hand slowly gathered a weak element, some of which were similar to bubbles and cracked softly. Like Yanawei's black body, the black magic elements spread all over the body, slowly forming a pair of low-level armor. He looked surprised and excited: "I finally have my own magic. It's a law!"

"What are you happy about? A magic like yours can't even resist the three attacks of low-level monsters. After pouring a basin of cold water, Yanawei didn't understand Atre's mood to stimulate magic for the first time as a person from another world. She said coldly, "In order to quickly strengthen your strength, in addition to the tempering of the body in the magic array, you have to accept a special way of practice. Follow me."

Atre was almost scared that her legs were weak. It was the magic array of the 'curse of the pharaoh's. When he saw it for the first time, it was like a ghost. The painful feeling of cannibal ants all over his body made him doubt whether she was a pervert and could not withstand the energy of the magic array. Just like before, he was usually He kicked under the attic. As a 20-year-old mature man, although he admitted Yanawei's strong strength, he had to ask, "Is it your endocrine disorder?"

Following Yanawei with a bumpy and uneasy mentality, he was secretly shocked, because the Qinyuan small building actually had a wide basement, and that pungent smell was the reason for his fear.

"My God!" Looking through the dim yellow oil lamp, Atre was so scared that he sat on the ground. At the beginning of life and death, in the face of the gloomy breath of the King of hell, he felt the majesty of several super-big people and could not make him so panic, but these human corpses in front of him and some bloody low-level monsters were lined up. In the basement, it is extremely cruel to open the belly. How can it not be frightened? The pungent smell of the rotten corpse made his legs tremble. Isn't this the price of his heroic dream?

"Wow...wow..." This sound clearly proves that Atre vomited gorgeously and was so embarrassed that he couldn't stand this fear.

"Are you afraid?" Yanawei turned a blind eye and shouted coldly, "If you want to go as far as you want to go, how much you have to pay. The world is fair, just like the demon family in the demon field. Who doesn't have the corresponding strength after this kind of hardship? Free lunch is just a dream. From now on, dissect two corpses every day!"

Yanaway left indifferently, and the whole basement was completely cold and gloomy. Atre gasped violently and his expression changed dramatically.

On the first day, Atre vomited in the basement for a day, and was dying by the time he was carried out.

The next day, Atre held a dagger and dared to open his eyes for the first time to look directly at the purgatory-like scene in the world.

On the third day, he chose a low-level warcraft and gradually embarked on the road of anatomy.

This kind of inhuman torture continues every day. A mysterious and arrogant woman, a 13-year-old boy with a heroic dream, has formed a very harmonious situation, and the days are quietly changing.

The sun is shining, and it's a new day. Atre, who got up early, has finished his physical exercise plan for a long time, and the harvest of a whole month is very obvious. His health is getting better and better. Although he has not reached the level of Kong Wu's strength, at least he has begun to become a real normal person. Black magic has entered the level of a magic apprentice, and the first glimpse of the junior magician.

The force value is under the hard study of the "Black Martial Arts" taught by Yanawei. Although it is not rated in the mercenary union, it also has the strength of trainee soldiers. Although the strength is still weak, it is better than nothing, which stimulates his fighting spirit and is more hard.

"Yanawei, there is something I don't understand. Can you help me answer it?" Yanaway likes to be quiet and doesn't like anyone to disturb her. Without a professor, even Atre dares not disturb her. At this time, she can only stand outside the Qinyuan building.

"You want to ask me, why did you dissect the body?" Yanawei's voice came.

Yes, I just want to ask this question. Can this method also enhance the strength? Atre asked.

"Black martial arts in the demon field pays attention to the cultivation of spirit and physique at the same time, while white magic is self-proof-respecting noble and does not do the soul forging. If you want to truly reach the peak of martial arts and become a magic god who surpasses the great magic mentor, or the dragon knight among the knights, the mythical beast swordsman, on the one hand, the strength is not really strong. For example, your physique is strong, but your spiritual field is relatively weak. For a magician, this is the weakness of attack. On the other hand, for example, magicians are quite fragile and can only end up being slaughtered in close combat. Do you want to be one of these two situations? Yanawei said.

Atre listened with a burning look: "You mean, do you want me to become a person who practice both magic and martial arts?"

"It seems that I underestimated your intelligence!" There was a trace of approval in Yanavi's words, and she didn't say anything anymore.