Chapter 727 Similar Research by Senior Bosses

"Oh~~"

Anton took a deep breath.

He could feel that the joy, happiness, hope, touch, beauty and other emotions in his body were being quickly absorbed by the dementors. A ray of sunlight in the depths of the soul filled the air, and those that had been absorbed doubled up, and then poured into the dementor at a faster speed.

For a moment, he rolled his eyes with pleasure.

The dementor began to tremble even more rapidly.

In the reflection of "Lake of the Mind," the dementors begin to take some interesting turns.

First the fur on his body started to recede - oh, it turned out that the fur was a mixture of emotion and magic, let me just say, it's an instinctive spellcasting!

Then, the black robe on the dementor began to turn gray, and then gradually turned white—oh, it turned out that there was such a process at that time, that is to say, the emotions it extended from the "collective galaxy of negative emotions" The constructed body is being filled with my 'positive emotions', becoming balanced little by little, and finally turned into an excessive 'positive emotion'?

Then, the strange body in the dementor's robe began to decay from black and gray to white, becoming more and more charming, and finally turned into a burly man with a face full of flesh. —Hold the grass! Could these dementors be transformed by the wizard in Azkaban Castle using sailors?

In the end, the strong man seemed to be getting out of the robe, with a certain kind of happiness and serenity on his face.

He is wearing a pirate sailor costume with a skull pattern on his body, and his chest is full of knife scars, which looks like a medieval pirate crew.

So far, Anton has reproduced the 'production' process of the 'blond young girl' again.

The brawny pirate nodded gratefully to Anton, as if he was about to turn into stars and dissipate into the air at any moment.

However, Anton's research is not over yet.

When studying magic, Anton had always been a man in front of strangers.

"Don't worry, there's more!"

Anton chuckled, and gently raised his wand against the forehead of the strong pirate, "Crack!"

boom!

Countless amounts of white light poured into the mouth of the strong man pirate, and these cursed white lights even exceeded the limit, and those that were not poured in in time all escaped to the side.

Behind the strong man, it turned into a two-meter-thick beam of light, which hit the wall of the stone pillar secret room, and turned into balls of white light floating around.

The other two dementors uttered strange screams, and rushed to the corner of the secret room in panic, hiding at the edge, leaning against the wall, trembling.

Anton's entire eyes lit up, staring closely at the dementor.

Under the reflection of the "lake of the soul", this extremely fast process is elongated little by little, showing all the details that can be observed in every detail.

The extremely unbalanced emotions leveraged the inexhaustible magic power, which instantly destroyed the 'black robe' on the strong pirate man, and collapsed into bits and pieces bit by bit.

This time, the strong pirate broke free from the shackles of the 'black robe'.

He looked like a ghost, with a pale and translucent body.

Anton knew that this was not a ghost in the world, but a dead soul, the kind of dead soul in the dead soul world.

That kind of difference, as if the person in front of him has become extremely pure, so pure that only 'memory, emotion, will and traces of time' remain.

The light disappeared, and the strong man looked up at the sky, with some kind of aurora-like distorted gauze light on his body.

Under the reflection of the "lake of the soul", this person becomes a ball, a memory planet, a memory planet in the endless void.

"No one remembers me now." There was a little regret, a little joy, and a little disappointment in the eyes of the strong man. He smiled, bent down to salute Anton, and then turned into a bright light and completely dissipated away. .

Anton smacked his lips and thought about everything before, and suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"I know, I know, these dementors were transformed by the wizard in Azkaban Castle using the Sailor Islands, and his purpose was to study the blood of the wizard!"

"Yes, it must be so!" Anton clapped his hands happily, "I've read the research materials he left behind, no wonder it doesn't make sense, he hasn't researched his feelings well yet."

This senior black wizard is walking a bit like his magic path.

The research is on the blood of wizards.

This person has obviously reached a certain magical realm, and even tried to create a wizard bloodline to superimpose himself.

Of course, this is Anton's term.

According to the ancient wizards, it should be - to make a necromancer robe that wanders the world of death, transcending life and death.

It is a train of thought along the lines of the invisibility cloak, one of the three holy weapons of death, hoping to avoid death completely after wearing the cloak.

And further research, yes, Anton can clearly see that the idea of ​​this senior boss should be to integrate the magical blood of this robe made by humans into himself, so as to become immortal, able to walk around the world and Reaper of the soul world!

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Although the method is very evil, but like 'Despicable Haierbo', the magic of these people should be classified as the domain of 'Life Magic'?"

Similar to Anton.

But it's not really the same magical path.

Anton is involved in many fields of magic, such as fate magic, time magic, mind magic, life magic...

He learned from many people and experienced many magical magical worlds, but after all, his own magic focuses more on the 'mind'.

But this kind of 'mind' is not the same as Dumbledore's 'mind magic'.

"Or……"

Anton thought for a while, then smiled slightly, "It should be 'existence', yes, 'existence magic'!"

In the past life, I was busy doing things, I was busy studying every day, I was busy going to work every day, I was busy living every day, but I couldn't find my own existence.

After crossing, he is even more like a ghost with no place to stay, like a traveler.

So he paid more attention to his own existence, and hoped to find his own existence.

then……

His talent is the floating spell, and his talent is observation magic. His direction of walking is not to manipulate the world, but to explore the soul.

See, everything is not rootless.

"Quack quack..."

This experiment has completely confirmed his own magic research path, which is of course gratifying.

But Anton made an even more interesting discovery.

"Call God to protect you!"

He waved his arms again, driving a dementor to float in front of him, "According to the research of that senior boss, you should be composed of a creature's self and a black-robed magic item, and then use extreme torture to connect A product of the 'galaxy of collective negativity in humanity'."

"That is to say, to complete this experiment completely, you should get rid of this robe and go to the world of dead souls completely. Then leave behind a wizard robe with the breath of 'death'."

"This wizard robe is equivalent to having the 'magic blood of the dead soul', and it has the characteristics of both 'soul shell' and 'body'."

"In theory, it should be like this!"

Anton licked the corner of his mouth, looked at the dementor who was struggling to retreat, and giggled, "Let's see, is this the case?"

Using Lao Deng's complex spell casting technique, a gray light spewed out from the tip of the wand.

Instantly sank into the dementor's head.

There is the silver light of the God-calling guard, the white light of a ray of sunlight, the colorless light of the soul scalpel, and the corrugated light of the soul surgical forceps...

"Take it in and let it go, take it in and let it go..."

"Relax..."

"Little baby~ Be good, don't struggle~"

"Quack quack..."