This time the way of death was really a bit tragic. Even Sean "experienced life and death", he still left a deep psychological shadow.

Fortunately, the harvest was also huge. I recorded four or five magic spells alone, and learned a set of professional techniques to extract magic liquid from magic items (the name Sean gave to the blue liquid), which was full of benefits.

By the way, there is also the spiritual magic - the fire of rage.

Now I can finally embark on the extraordinary road.

Sean thought, and his mood became excited.

He couldn't even wait to go home and then take the test, so he raised his right hand on this empty snow.

Recalling the feeling and movements of Begwood when casting spells, Sean waved his hand suddenly—"Fire Bear!"

However, nothing happened, let alone the pillar of fire, not even a spark appeared.

That's right, in my memory, Bergwood used his magic.

He was a little confused and waved his hand again: "The wind gusts!" There was still no movement. A gust of night wind brought a little chill, but the wind was definitely not summoned by him.

"Thunder lightning flashes!"

"The magic door opens!"

"Destroy your weapons!"

"Avada chewed on big melons!"

"Damn!"

Sean was a little annoyed. He couldn't even release a magic. Could it be because he had no magic power? But how did that Bergwood do it? I remember that Bergwood himself was not a qualified wizard, but a squib and a silent.

So how did he use magic? Could it be that he drank the magic liquid? Could it be that he refined that thing to replenish his magic? It feels very likely.

Sean thought to himself that this is really a hell. Although he has learned how to refine magic liquid, where did he find so many magic items to refine?

If there are really magical items, it would be too late for him to treasure them, so how could he bear to use them to refine potions?

Moreover, potions are usually time-consuming. Once they are exhausted, they have to be replenished. It is impossible to cast spells without limit after a bottle. In other words, if you want to be a magician by taking blue drugs, you need to constantly refine them, and the required magic items will be in the sea...

He was a little helpless. This time he summoned, he felt that he had learned a lot of things, but he seemed to have not learned anything.

But Sean hasn't completely given up hope. That Bergwood is a squib, but he may not be the same. After all, we have traveled through time. Even if there is no plug-in for the protagonist's halo system, it's not too much to give him a magical talent, a wizard's bloodline, etc.

He gestured at the air a few more times, chanting the spell while gesturing, hoping that a miracle would happen, but the result was not ideal. He gestured at the air for a long time, and there was no effect except stirring the air and attracting the strange eyes of the dwarf goblins.

Just as he was about to give up, a voice suddenly rang.

"Useless...you're just an ordinary person...those spells mean nothing to you."

Sean was shocked, "Who!" He turned around, but there was no one behind him.

No! Sean immediately reacted, and the sound did not come from behind, but echoed in his mind.

"Bergwood?" he asked tentatively.

Sure enough, the voice of a young man came to my mind.

"Bergwood? This name sounds familiar...yes...yes...Bergwood, that's my name...the great Bergwood..."

The sound was intermittent, with a hint of confusion.

Sean became a little nervous. Medorian's record mentioned that the soul is a very wonderful thing. No one can really explain what happened. Even a lost spirit body sometimes hides its self-consciousness in the gap with memory and remains.

In other words, he should be attacked by a ghost now.

Fortunately, this ghost is not complete. After more than a hundred years of hard work, he should have no more self-awareness.

"You're dead, Bergwood, it's time to leave, let go, rest in peace." Sean said softly, inducing, but his words seemed to have the opposite effect.

"Die? How could I die? I am the great Bergwood, a rebel of Morson Garder, a person who has mastered the power of real magic! I will not die, I will never die!" The voice was filled with resentment and gradually became excited.

What Sean feared the most is this kind of thing, "You are really dead. Don't you remember that you lost control with the fire of anger and burned yourself to death. Now you are just a wisp of remnant soul."

The voice in my mind was silent for a moment—

"Yes... I remembered that there is something happening, but I'm not willing to give up. I'm still young and I can't just die like that. Wait a minute, your body looks healthy and energetic. How about giving it to me? What an honor to dedicate your body to the great Bergwood..."

Sean felt a stinging pain in his brain, and Bergwood seemed to want to seize his body, but fortunately he was too weak and only caused a stinging pain.

But Sean did not relax. A stream of thought was shrouded in him, invisible and intangible, but he could feel that the thing was on him.

The left hand suddenly moved by itself, touched the pocket in his arms, took out a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth, and started chewing it on his own.

"Ah, I haven't tasted the food for too long."

Sean was shocked. He tried hard to regain control of his left hand, but his right leg moved himself again.

Fortunately, his right hand was still under his control, so he pulled out his left hand that he wanted to continue to take his pocket, but he didn't know what to do next.

Hell, I knew that changing the spell might cause consequences, but I didn't expect that I would be afraid of anything.

He pinched his left hand hard, slapped his cheek, and knocked his thighs into the tree, but it was useless.

A burst of laughter rang out in Sean's mind.

"Hahaha, it's useless. Your attack like this cannot harm me. I am invisible. Only with magic can you hurt a ghost, but you are just a mortal."

After hearing the words, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, "You are right, but there is a kind of magic that does not require magic."

He said, stretching out his right hand—the fire of rage!

The lack of reaction should be because of the lack of emotions. The spiritual magic comes from the emotions in his heart. At this time, his heart was filled with fear and annoyance, but not much anger. He tried hard to recall the bad things he encountered in the past and wanted to ignite the anger in his heart. However, the memories of his previous life were too far away. Those experiences of being bullied, stolen by people when he was a child, or being harassed by trolls on the Internet have all become blurred at this time.

No matter how much you recall it, it cannot arouse his emotions.

Sean was anxious, but Begwood's residual consciousness burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I knew that not everyone could use spiritual magic. It requires superb magical talent. You are just a mortal, an ant-like existence, and you actually want to use my power. It's too overestimated.

I don't know how you summoned my remaining consciousness from the spiritual world. It's probably because you have lost your luck, but your good luck has come to an end. My magic has allowed my soul to be preserved in the long river of time. Although it is only a small part, this is enough.

Has no one ever told you that the soul of a magician is different from that of a mortal? Hehe, I guess the same is true. Playing with the power you don’t understand is the typical behavior of an ignorant.

Hurry up and hand me your body, and then go and die, bastard.”

Sean listened to Bergwood's ridicule, and the fire suddenly appeared - a true literal sense of the word.

The flames were burning in his hands, hot and hot.

Bergwood's laughter came to an abrupt end, "You actually used it... But so what, what are you going to do now? Burn yourself?"

"That's right." Sean said coldly, pressing the flame directly on his left hand.

The violent burning pain made her heart, and Sean let out a scream, and at the same time, the scream of Begwood sounded in his mind.

"You...how dare you...not."

It worked! He clenched his fist with his left hand, and the feeling of being controlled completely disappeared.

Next was his right leg! He burned up with a fire, and then screamed again, and his right leg regained consciousness.

"Stop quickly...stop quickly..." The voice in my mind was faint and very weak.

Sean was also gasping for breath. The pain burning from the flames was not something that ordinary people could bear. Fortunately, he had suffered too much in his memory these days, which made him feel a certain resistance to the pain.

Finally, it’s the face!

He looked at the flames, but hesitated for a moment, and Bergwood seemed to see hope.

"You...you can't do this...you will die too..."

"Maybe, say goodbye, 'Great Mr. Bergwood'."

Sean said, suddenly leaning his face over, his beard was instantly burned, and his flesh twitched in the flames, anxious.

Bergwood's scream sounded in his mind. In the remaining soul of Bergwood, there seemed to be fear of flames. The scream lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed as long as a lifetime for Sean. Finally, the sound in his mind came to an abrupt end, as if a noisy music suddenly lost its musician, leaving only clear tranquility.

Sean was almost in shock and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

He lay on his back on the snow, the cold air blew on his face, and every breath was extremely painful, and the smell of flesh burning could not be lingered in his nose.

He slowly raised his right hand, and as his anger subsided, the flames in his hand gradually faded.

(Is this the feeling of casting magic? Not bad.)
Chapter completed!