Chapter 1 Descent

　　In the midst of the drowsiness, he only felt that his mind was congested, and some messy things were stirring up his mind, making it difficult for him to clear his mind.

　　Head swollen and practically exploding, Benfador whacked his head, "Shouldn't have drank so much yesterday."

　　Secretly regretting his stupid lack of behaviour yesterday when he borrowed a drink, he proceeded to pound his head, hoping to divert the pain. The sound of splashing came from all around him, but he couldn't notice it at all anymore.

　　"Head hurts," he muttered in disbelief with his eyes closed.

　　A loud mechanical voice rang out, "Honourable combatant number 11850037659277, Wreck Dread Wizard, given that you are awake and in good condition. According to the wizard war regulations, the wizard alliance's third swarm meeting war combat department has arranged for you to arrive at the fortress one war zone platform after half an hour of hourglass to receive a new combat mission."

　　"What is it?" Benfaddox came awake at once and sat up violently, rising violently, bringing up a splash of water, and another sharp pain in his head that nearly made him lie down again.

　　When he carefully opened his eyes, he saw that he was sitting in a circular pool of containers filled with a fluorescent green liquid. It was in this liquid that one had just been lying.

　　"What's going on here?" Looking around with a head full of doubt, this was a very large space, in a rectangle, seven or eight metres high, nearly twenty metres long, and about a dozen metres wide. There were all sorts of weird things placed around, some were instruments, some were dried corpses that seemed to be like specimens, weird and hideous bugs, giganticised grasshopper-like monsters around four metres tall, and a few pieces of armour, the only normal thing was the large continuous body cabinet against the wall.

　　And the mechanical sound just now came out of nowhere, and a quick scan round didn't reveal where the speaker was mounted.

　　"Where have I got to? Drawn in by a couple of them unscrupulous blokes for a cameo in a sci-fi film?" He speculated.

　　"I knew that I shouldn't have gone to drink with a few of them in the recent state of depression and continuous unhappiness in my work career, fuck, making a fool of myself, not to mention, but also being dragged to make a film." Angry Banfaduo hate with smashed fists.

　　"Boom" The green fluorescent liquid splashed four or five metres high under his punch, splashing all over him. He was startled: "Grass!"

　　Green fluorescent liquid dripped from his head and crossed his eyes, accompanied by light and an oddly warm scent, Banfaduo sniffed carefully and froze, "This odour doesn't smell right ah, wait a minute, what did that voice say just now?"

　　Recollecting carefully, Benfador's eyes got confused, "The Wizard's Alliance? Battlefield of the Swarm? Which film is this?" This is not understanding the plot at all.

　　"Whatever, get washed up and take a shower, what with this weird stuff soaking overnight, I don't know if I'll get skin allergies." He braced himself and stood up, "That's a bit of a high perspective, have I grown?"

　　Shaking his head, Banfaduo felt his head clear a little, which made him feel that something was wrong, and looking down at himself, he froze for a moment.

　　How did one's current body become like this? Grey skin, layers of transparent threaded wave marks constantly swimming back and forth, thick and powerful limbs, and then look at the hands of the ten fingers thick, the left hand with a huge odd ring, the right hand five fingers set with a circle of black thin ring, but do not know what is the role.

　　Benfaddox froze holding up the grotesque hands.

　　Five minutes later, he went through the motions to make sure he finally found out it wasn't a joke or a film.

　　Am I travelling across the world?

　　"Wizard Wars, a new quest?" Grey hands covering his face, Benfador thought quietly.

　　Having become a wizard, now it's time to think about how to adapt to the new world, for now adapt to who you are.

　　But soon Banfaduo felt that his own crossing is a failure, people crossing the Golden Finger, soon to be able to integrate the host memories, rapid growth as the protagonist, but how I crossed the memory of a little bit of wood ah, this is the high world of the witch wars ah, not a little bit of host memories, and not even a small spark can not be put out, I'm just an ordinary people, come up to the battlefield of the witches, a new task, how can I survive in such a world? How can I survive in such a world?

　　Is it possible that the previous slump has crossed over? No, I can not sit on the fence, I have to find, this original body must leave me something, right? In the network era, more or less also read the novels, understand some of the routines in this area.

　　"By the way, isn't it always the case in novels that you're supposed to soul-fuse and learn about this world's power system first, where's the original body's soul? All gone?" Banfaduo tried to quiet his mind and sense it. Slowly his mind calmed down, some shining fragments surfaced in his mind, this should be soul fragments, hurry up and absorb them, with these at least he can barely adapt to his identity.

　　Ben Fardor chose the smallest shard and his consciousness sank into it.

　　Consciousness has just immersed up, they seem to be standing on the side of a platform on the stretching platform, is looking ahead, suddenly only see a blazing white column of light to meet the face, strong light piercing the eyes can not open, finished, to die. Instinctively close your eyes, "Boom" column of light slanting hit the huge platform where they stand, a huge energy impact, a burst of earth-shattering explosions, gradually quiet down.

　　"I'm not dead?" Banfaduo let out a sound after half a day, the scene just now was too terrifying. The intensity of that pillar of light made him feel that even if a planet was hit, it would suffer heavy damage. Not to mention the fact that he was standing right on the platform where the pillar of light was attacking, was this the brutal battlefield in the Sorcerer War? Such a terrifying attack, it really was a high-energy world.

　　After waiting a while, he reacted. I'm not dead, this is the soul memory of the original body, my consciousness substituted into it.

　　What kind of attack was that just now? Is this the world of wizards? The World Cluster War, it's horrible.

　　The picture continues, see a void covered with all kinds of strange shaped debris, the big platform beside himself has disappeared. A large number of biological corpses floating in the void, in that corpse, Banfaduo saw himself this original body, more than two metres tall, wearing a huge black vestments, at this time has been tattered and tattered, vestments behind the three golden stars printed in the centre. The hand has been holding a black staff, large skull staff, there are ghostly flames in the flickering.

　　Soon a wave of craft of various shapes and sizes flew over and cleared the battlefield.

　　Two creatures with figures similar to their original carried themselves into a craft, and several creatures of varying shapes came over to meet them and asked, "Is this the Wreck Dread Wizard? How is he?"

　　One of the creatures carrying the original body returned, "Under the impact of the small destruction cannon just now, Wrecking Dread Wizard's divine soul was heavily damaged, and his soul fire fell into dormancy, so he may have to rest for a while, but he led the First Legion vanguard squad in a hard and fierce battle, and he did not retreat until he died, so he is the pride of our wizards."

　　Several creatures of various shapes and sizes bowed their heads in unison and silently watched as the original body was carried away.

　　"So this is what the original body experienced before I crossed over? A severe trauma to the divine soul and a dormant soul? No, it's not dormancy. The original body should really have died, or else it wouldn't have formed a soul fragment, and I'll be the new Wreck Dread Wizard from now on. Don't worry, for my own sake, I'll live well for you too."

　　Soon the image ended, Banfaddor experienced a moment of silence. "Now we have to quickly familiarise ourselves with the place we're going to later, the combat platform to receive the mission, maybe we'll have to meet a higher level character, hurry up and search to see if there are any memories of this."

　　Deeply imprinting what he had just seen in his heart, Banfadu hurriedly used his consciousness to reach out to one soul fragment after another, from the smallest to the largest.

　　This time, he was very purposeful, and after his consciousness made contact, and found that it wasn't a memory associated with his identity information and combat mission, he simply withdrew from his consciousness and didn't absorb it for the time being.

　　After exploring all the fragments once, Banfado finally found the information he wanted, it was a medium-sized soul fragment, which contained the mobilisation order and mission statement issued by the Witch World during the mobilisation for the World Cluster War. As well as some memories of Wreck Dread after the war.

　　Among them were the astonishing shock of coming to the war fortress for the first time, the nervousness of arriving at the platform to receive the task, and the numbness and indifference in the later stage after the war started. There is also a lot of information to receive the important materials in the handover mission, I think these materials must be very valuable or very useful to the original skeleton fear, otherwise there will not be a soul fragment still have memories.

　　Banfadu's consciousness immersed in it, and after experiencing it, he began to absorb it; he had just tried, the shard could not be absorbed directly, it had to be viewed by the consciousness in its place before it could be absorbed.

　　As time passed, the fragments became smaller and smaller, and by now Banfadu had felt himself undergoing unknown changes after absorbing the fragments. This change was both physical and mental, as if he had absorbed the original Skeleton Dread, and himself had fused with him as one.

　　Although the things in these memories had some guidance for Banfadu, what he valued more was that this memory spoke of a key point: "To a sorcerer, knowledge is power." The way a sorcerer grows is to use the cognitive knowledge of the world to pry the levers of the rules of the just spiritual-material world to master and exert various powers.

　　This greatly attracted Banfaduo, we must know that he is very much like to study all kinds of knowledge, research all kinds of technology of a guy, people who have contacted him will feel that this guy will often make you feel surprised, because he understands and study a wide range of fields, there is a "ghost talent" said.

　　Unfortunately, what he likes to study and delve into has little to do with his job, so after five years in a management position, his performance is still mediocre in the eyes of his leaders.

　　But this time, I think I can live in a different world. Ah, slip of the tongue, already in a different world. Then I'll live it.

　　"Ding," rang a crisp bell.

　　"Honourable Wreck Dread Sorcerer, time is up, please go to the combat platform immediately to receive your mission, those who do not arrive after three moments are considered to have violated the military rules and will be punished by the Sorcerer's Military Committee." The mechanical voice from before reappeared.

　　The absorption of the fragments in his mind was not yet finished, but it did not affect the overall situation; three quarters of an hour in the absorbed memories was equivalent to 45 minutes on Earth, and it would take less than ten minutes to reach the war platform. Time is still very generous. Apparently, as a skeleton fear that had just awakened from serious injuries, the war platform still gave lenient requirements, but from this point of view, the new mission that was about to be greeted should not be an urgent mission.

　　Five minutes later, Benfaddor, no, it was now Wreck Dread Wizard.

　　Opening his eyes, Skeletal Dread walked towards the large cabinet and reached out to caress it, and a door on the far left of the cabinet opened automatically, containing brand new vestments and other clothing.

　　Ohhhh, as of today, I - the new Skeleton Fear, in this moment, descends!