Nick felt like the void was eating him up. He thrashed around, searching for light, but it was no use.
"Stop resisting, Nick. Sink into the darkness," a voice that was both familiar and strange whispered in his ear.
He spun around and saw himself as a child—a silver - haired boy standing quietly in the darkness. Behind him, burning magical inscriptions appeared, and the bright glow of the black flames illuminated his face.
Nick gritted his teeth. Memories flooded his head: the torture of the Black Magic Book leeching his vitality, the White Tower warriors fighting with all their might, and the White Tower Academy about to crumble.
"Protect everyone... I must fight back!"
The silver - haired old man nodded in satisfaction. The inscriptions shot up into the sky, and a storm of black light engulfed Nick. His body felt like it was being torn to pieces, and old black symbols burned into his soul...
...
"Hehe..." Gudora stood in the middle of the battlefield, a creepy smile on her face. She suddenly threw her arms wide open.
The Black Tower Bishop she had consumed let out a blood - curdling scream. His body twisted and morphed into a thick stream of dark red energy, which Gudora absorbed completely. In the next second, her body swelled up, surrounded by a mist of black fog. The patterns on her skin wriggled like living things, and black magic flames burned all around her, giving off an overwhelming sense of oppression.
With a deep frown, Lin Yuan gripped his staff hard. "She swallowed the bald leader? This fight's gonna be a nightmare."
Laya waved her magic scepter, conjuring several searing light spears that shot towards Gudora. But the moment they touched her, Gudora crushed them easily with one hand.
"Tsk... She's definitely gotten stronger," Lin Yuan muttered. "Pretty women are always trouble."
"Master Lin, cut the jokes and focus on the fight!" Deshanluo said coldly. She then turned into a blur and charged at Gudora, slashing at her with her sword.
However, Gudora simply sidestepped the attack and struck back with a palm. Dark energy slammed into Deshanluo, sending her flying.
"Damn!" Blood dripped from the side of her mouth.
She took a deep breath, and bright blue lightning flared around her. Her eyes glowed like thunderbolts—this was the power she'd gained after the Sage Trial.
"Hmph, you're a bit of a nuisance," Gudora sneered. She slowly extended her hand, and a huge black magic circle appeared in the air.
Suddenly, Shirori let out a pained groan. Her unstable magic power sent her flying backward from Gudora's shockwave, and she fell to the ground.
Laya rushed over and grabbed her. With a worried look, she said, "Her magic's gone haywire. She can't keep fighting!"
"Don't... worry about me," Shirori said through gritted teeth, her face ashen.
"Don't be stubborn. We're getting you out of here," Laya decided. She handed Shirori over to the White Tower mages in the rear, who escorted her away.
At this moment, Gudora's black magic circle fully expanded, and terrifying energy gathered in her palm.
But then, the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed...
Somewhere nearby, a soft chanting filled the air.
Lin Yuan glanced over and saw Nick's eyes slowly flutter open.
His pupils were no longer the usual silver. Instead, deep black - and - white runes swirled within them, as if they could swallow light yet also hold the vast stars and oceans.
He rose into the air, surrounded by a mysterious black halo, and softly spoke an ancient language no one recognized.
The next moment, something strange happened on the battlefield...
All the undead and the army of the dead suddenly stopped in their tracks and stood still, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.
Their decaying bones and grotesque faces gradually transformed back to their original forms before death. The soldiers, clad in worn-out armor, stared blankly, and the nobles' robes still hinted at their past splendor...
"...What's going on?" Laya furrowed her brow.
"Is this... Nick?!" The White Tower Academy's headmaster's eyes widened in shock.
Nick slowly raised his hand, and black runes gathered in his palm, forming a complex magical mark.
"Go to sleep..."
With a gentle wave of his hand, all the undead and the dead seemed to be guided by some force. They knelt down and dissolved into specks of light, vanishing completely.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Up in the sky, Nick stared down. Black and white runes spun in his eyes.
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尼克感到自己的身体如同被无尽的虚空吞噬,他疯狂地挣扎,试图找到一点光亮,但一切都是徒劳的.
"放弃对抗吧,尼克.沉沦在黑暗中" 熟悉又陌生的声音在耳边响起.
他猛然回头,看到小时候的自己,一名银发小孩静静地站在黑暗中,身后浮现出燃烧的魔法碑文,熊熊黑炎的亮光映照在他的面容.
尼克咬紧牙关,他脑海里浮现出被黑魔法书吸收生命力的痛苦,浮现出白塔众人奋力作战的身影,浮现出白塔学院即将被毁灭的画面.
"保护大家... 我必须反抗!"
银发老人满意地点点头,碑文猛地冲天而起,黑色的光芒化作狂暴的风暴将尼克包围,他的身体仿佛被剥离,一道道古老的黑色符文烙印在他的灵魂之上...
...
"嘿嘿嘿..." 古朵拉站在战场中央,嘴角扬起诡异的弧度,猛然张开双臂.
被她吞噬的黑塔主教发出凄厉的惨叫,他的身体扭曲变形,化作一道浓郁的暗红色能量,被古朵拉的身体完全吸收.下一秒,她的身躯骤然膨胀,黑雾缭绕,皮肤上的纹路如活物般流动,黑色的魔焰在她周身燃烧,整个人散发着无与伦比的压迫感.
林远眉头一皱,握紧法杖:"那光头就这样被她... 吃了?感觉变得更棘手了."
莱雅挥舞魔法权杖,凝聚出数道炽热的光矛,朝古朵拉疾射而去.然而,光矛在接触到她身体的瞬间,竟被她单手轻松捏碎.
"啧...果然变强了." 林远无奈地吐槽,"美艳的女人,果然都不好惹啊."
"林大法师,别贫嘴了,专心战斗!" 德珊萝冷冷道,身影骤然化作一道残影,高速冲向古朵拉,一剑斩下.
然而古朵拉只是微微侧身,便避开了这一剑,反手一掌轰向德珊萝.狂暴的黑暗能量爆发,将德珊萝轰飞出去.
"可恶..." 德珊萝嘴角溢出鲜血.
她深吸一口气,浑身燃起湛蓝色的雷电,双目宛如雷霆闪烁,赫然是她接受贤者试炼后掌握的力量.
"哼,看来是个小麻烦呢." 古朵拉邪魅一笑,缓缓伸出手,空气中瞬间浮现出一个巨大的黑色魔法阵.
突然,士嫆莉一声闷哼,魔力不稳定的她被古朵拉的冲击波震退,摔倒在地.
莱雅连忙飞身接住她,脸色微变,"她体内的魔力紊乱,不能再战斗了!"
"你们... 不用... 管我." 士嫆莉脸色苍白,咬牙道.
"别逞强,我们带你后退." 莱雅果断做出决定,将士嫆莉交给后方的白塔法师们,护送离开.
此时,古朵拉的黑色魔法阵彻底展开,恐怖的能量在她掌心凝聚.
然而就在此刻,战场的氛围陡然一变...
不远处,天空中陡然传来一阵低沉的吟唱声.
林远微微侧头,只见尼克缓缓睁开了双眼.
他的瞳孔不再是普通的银色,而是浮现出深邃的黑白交织的符文,仿佛能吞噬光芒,又仿佛承载着浩瀚的星辰与大海.
他缓缓升空,周身环绕着神秘的黑色光晕,嘴里轻声低语着不知名的古老语言.
下一秒,战场上诡异的一幕发生了...
所有的不死族,亡灵大军,竟在瞬间停下了动作,静静地站在原地,仿佛陷入了某种沉眠.
那些腐朽的骨骼,狰狞的面容,在黑色光晕的影响下,竟缓缓地恢复成死前的模样,士兵们穿着破旧的盔甲,面色呆滞,贵族们的衣袍上还残留着生前的华贵气息...
"...怎么回事?" 莱雅皱眉.
"这是... 这是尼克?!" 白塔院长瞪大双眼.
尼克缓缓抬起手,黑色符文在他掌心凝聚,形成一道复杂的魔法印记.
"归于沉眠吧..."
随着尼克轻轻一挥,所有的不死族和亡灵仿佛受到某种指引,纷纷跪倒在地,化作点点光尘,彻底消散.
整个战场,在这一刻安静下来.
而在高空之上,尼克静静俯瞰着这一切,黑白符文在他的瞳孔深处流转.