Chapter 21: Magic Armor Control

The terrified Truth hurriedly took back the bone spurs, and the roars and roars were completely gone from the moment of the fusion.

Seeing Gris withdraw his bone spurs, Alex was envious. He had no magical resistance and amazing defense. This is the dream of every magician. Think about it, on the battlefield where the followers are flying all over the sky, no matter how powerful they are, they may not be able to take care of them. Having such a magical armor is equivalent to an extra layer of protection.

If it weren't for the previous novel that the Magic Armor Fusion had already recognized the master before, Alex really wanted Gris to take off and take it as his master's name. But now he can only afford the skeleton Gris. I envy and regret it, Alex's intestines are blue.

However, even if you can get away, it is useless. Alex would not be able to bear it. If this crazy demon spirit hadn't met Gris' nemesis, he would have snipped the host long ago.

"You just wear it like this, so it saves me a lot of effort." Alex said unbalancedly. This time he came out to give Gris a better disguise, but unexpectedly got such magic armor. What kind of disguise can be better than this magic armor that can change its appearance freely without affecting spell casting and amazing defense? It's so good that he is even jealous.

When the fusion was made, the magic armor tore all the cloth strips that originally wrapped around Gris, and even the wooden boards that Gris used to write were removed to the ground. Looking at the wooden boards that fell to the ground, Alex suddenly became gloating again: "It seems that you have to learn how to write without a wooden board in the future, otherwise wearing this armor but carrying a piece of wooden board is too unreasonable."

Alagang looked at Gris, imagining him wearing armor and carrying wooden boards, and nodded with deep conscience.

It was already night when I returned to the hotel, and the students and teachers had already returned. I had to rush to go tomorrow. The students and teachers who were accustomed to discipline and regular life in the college naturally would not go home all night.

Seeing the dean and the captain bringing back a man with armor, the guards on the night watch were full of curiosity and inquiries. After Alex and Gris went upstairs, a guard asked Alagang more directly whether the position of his chief guard had been replaced.

Naturally, Alex would not waste money to open a separate room for Gris. In the past, Gris spent the night in the carriage, but today he wanted to learn more about magic armor, so he took Gris back to the room.

Next was a long exchange between them. After Alex's inquiry and Gris' answer, Alex slowly learned about the existence of the demon spirit, Trut, and even knew about Trut's series of crazy actions during the fusion. As he listened, Alex burst into cold sweats. It was not until now that he realized that it was not that Gris ordered a big advantage, but that he had skipped the disaster and that this magic armor would actually eat the host.

Fortunately, the undead skeleton of Gris was fused. If it were him, wouldn't it be eaten?

With endless emotion and a hint of fear, Alex fell asleep.

Alex's room is a high-end suite. With his status, it is naturally impossible to squeeze into multiple rooms with students, teachers or guards. This high-end suite has a bedroom living room and a top-notch bathroom. Alex fell asleep and drove Gris to the living room, so as not to disturb him in the middle of the night.

It was late at night, and the moon was as bright as water. The bright moonlight penetrated into the room from the windowsill, sprinkling a silver light in front of the window. Gris walked to the windowsill and looked up at the silver moon. Compared to the scorching sun, Gris prefers the moon at night, just like the glowing body that often hangs in the sky in the world of death, radiating this kind of light that can soothe the soul. Looking at the bright moon like this, Gris' soul is extremely quiet.

This extremely quiet and ethereal state is actually the state during meditation. Gris unconsciously enters this state every time he is in a daze. After a long period of meditation for twenty generations of lords, he has created his elemental affinity of level nine.

If it were an ordinary human mage, after such a long accumulation, he would have become a great magician. However, Gris is a skeleton. He was unable to retain his magic power for some reason, which led to his current elemental affinity of level nine, but his magic power was only one or two. Alex studied it for a long time but could not find the reason, because he had never heard of skeletons being able to use magic.

Magic armor is a magic armor driven by magic elements. Not only does it require magic frequency when recognizing the master, but it needs to supplement magic elements every period of time in the future to maintain the activity of magic armor. To be honest, this kind of magic armor is actually an armor dedicated to both magic and martial arts cultivators. Without magic power, it cannot be integrated and maintained. However, pure magic professions do not use the protection of armor for most of the time, causing waste.

No wonder most of the strong men in the Demon World are strong men who practice both magic and martial arts. This is the reason.

After Gris unconsciously fell into a state of meditation, a satisfied moan suddenly came from his soul.

Gris is a skeleton, so he cannot accumulate magic power, but magic armor can do it. The more magic power is, the more vitality the magic armor is.

The elemental affinity of level nine is already something that the top magician can have. Even forbidden spell mages, the elemental affinity can reach the top after reaching level nine, because the affinity of level ten is already equal to the element itself and is not a realm that other creatures can reach.

None of Truth's hosts could have affinity that surpassed the fifth-level element. As soon as Gris's level nine-level affinity entered the meditation state, the magic elements around him poured into Gris' body like a tide, which immediately made Truth feel an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, making it unable to help but make a sound.

After Gris showed his ability to easily devour the demon spirit, Trut was still in shock. He found himself as if he had offended the God of Doom.

After finally waking up from his sleep, he found that the new host was actually a bone rack that it could not chew. Not only did it not have fresh flesh and blood to taste, the other party actually mastered the ability to devour the demon spirit, which was simply its natural enemy.

When encountering this creature that is born to restrain it, Trut has no way, because the skeleton is immortal, and it does not even have the hope of separation. In despair, he dare not raise the crazy spirit in his nature, fearing that Gris will really swallow it on a whim.

But at this moment it found that the feeling of this abundant magic element filling the body seemed to be more refreshing than the feeling brought by swallowing flesh and blood.

The moan sounded, and Gris was immediately alarmed. His ethereal state was broken, and the continuous magic elements stopped abruptly.

"No! No, Trut needs it..." Trut, who was immersed in the fulfilling pleasure, roared anxiously, but after half of the roar, it woke up, and the sound suddenly dropped sharply. Its new host is an immortal skeleton that can swallow its demon spirit. How dare it be arrogant?

The demon spirit carefully sensed Gris, and Gris was also curiously examining the demon spirit. An armor has a soul like an undead creature. What is this?

The nature of the crazy Truth, but it is a wise demon after all, who knows how to put it right. At this moment, everything is in the hands of the new host, so humbleness replaces madness.

"Lord...Master, please give your name." Before swallowing his former master, Trut had also made his deeds of magic armor for a long time, and he had not forgotten his ability to serve his host.

"I'm Gris." Gris asked.

"Yes, master, I am your loyal servant, Demon Spirit Truth." Demon Spirit must have no idea of ​​shame, and such lies will come when you open your mouth.

Gris didn't know what shame was, so he didn't respond to Trut's words. He then asked: "The magic armor can be deformed, so how can we control it?" When asked this, Gris remembered the sharp bone spur that popped up.

"Demon spirit, respected master, as long as you pass the omnipotent demon spirit, you can control the magic armor on your body as you wish." Trut said.

"Is there any way to control the magic armor without passing through the magic spirit?" Gris asked, everything passed through the magic spirit. What if the magic spirit was disobedient at a critical moment? Troot's crazy actions could not hurt him before, so Gris was too lazy to pay attention to it, but he also realized that Truot was not so obedient.

"No." Trut said in an absolutely decisive tone: "The Demon Spirit is the soul of the Demon Armor. Without Trut, the Demon Armor is like death. Dear Master, it is absolutely impossible not to control the Demon Armor through the Demon Spirit."

Not to mention not, even if there is really, Truth will never say it. If the demon armor is not controlled through it, then the demon spirit will have no value for existence. It doesn't matter to others, what if the skeleton swallows it on a whim? Truth is not that stupid.

"Maybe..." Gris suddenly thought of something and murmured. He immediately scared Troot's soul to a halt.

Maybe it is OK? Maybe what? Can you not control the magic armor through it? Can you not need its existence?

The unsatisfied sentence made Trut feel confused and at a loss. If it could sweat, it would definitely be sweating.

Fortunately, Gris didn't make it nervous for too long. After thinking for a while, Gris said: "Let the magic armor transform."
Chapter completed!