Ignoring her teasing, Iss used his finger to draw simple symbols in mid-air.

The cold heat of his fingertips condensed tiny ice crystals in the air, and the white trail disappeared in an instant. The crow narrowed his eyes and shook his head, looking somewhat interested.

"I haven't seen it. She said, "Where did you see it, and what is it for?"

Is's face froze.

“...... A person who bears this symbol on his body is able to draw strength and life from others. Ed replied softly on his behalf, "Even if he himself ...... Lives have been lost. ”

"You mean the undead?"

“...... Some are not. Ed remembered Fili, "Is this a necromancy?"

"Necromancy?" Raven raised an eyebrow, "Not necessarily. Necromancy is mostly just a scary-looking manipulation, no different in terms of technique than the one that the dragon used to make the stupid piece of wood move. This ...... you are talking about can be much more useful. ”

"But the Dead Mist ......"

"The Death Mist is a cryogenic and lethal use of the power of shattered souls to create - let your friends trap you in a cloud of ice mist, and in the blink of an eye, you can die as cold and hard as if you were killed by the Death Mist. The Raven scoffed, "The priests and mages who like to play tricks on the ground have deliberately made necromancy sound eerie and evil from the start...... Did you fool your successor as a result?"

“...... No. "It's just that I'm stupid." ”

It's not that he hasn't studied necromancy, but Illobod's explanation for the Death Mist is "to drain life with the power of unwilling revenants...... Speaking of which, there's nothing wrong with that.

The white crow finally glanced at him more.

"Finally, there is still a little bit of self-knowledge. She said, "So, what do you want? Just hope to be able to resist this magic, or to crack it, to master it...... Use it?"

"Resist!" Ed quickly replied, "well, it would be better if I could disarm it." ”

"Don't you want to learn it?" the white crow propped his head and smiled, "such a convenient spell, even I am a little tempted." ”

"Enough. Iss interrupted her irritably, "If you don't know anything......"

The crow glanced at him faintly, "Who says I don't know anything?

"Yes!" Ed's eyes lit up, "it must have been created by Lydia......"

"Create?" the Raven sneered, "Lydia, no, she doesn't have the ability. She may have been a little clever, but she lacked talent - though she would probably never admit it. ”

“...... She may not have the talent you have. Ed was a little puzzled, "But she's pretty good, isn't she? she's become a necromancer, but she can still manipulate the elementals......"

If even Lydia is "lacking in talent"...... What is he like this?

"What do you think I mean by 'talent'?" Raven squinted at him, "Innate magical power? This kind of power obtained by bloodline is indeed rare, but it is really not a big deal. By giftedness, I mean the ability to easily see through the nature of any spell to create and destroy...... The ability to change. And Lydia, at best, she can add a little bit of flashy tricks to other people's creations, and the reason why she 'became a necromancer and still manipulate the elements' - it's hard to believe that after all this time, no one has been able to pierce her? ”

"No way. Iss frowned, "She's full of ......"

He stopped suddenly.

"Breath from hell?" rook smiled.

Is's face was a little ugly, but Ed was still a little dazed.

“...... I've heard that the power of necromancy comes from hell. "Now that he's been treated like a fool, he doesn't mind exposing his ignorance," the necromancers sacrifice their lives and souls in exchange for power from the demons of hell...... Isn't that so?"

The crow looked at him and asked, "What do you think hell is?"

“...... Another world?" Ed replied.

"I thought you would answer something like 'where sinful souls are punished'. The smile on the raven's lips deepened, "Aren't you a priest?"

"I ...... Probably not a priest. Ed smiled reluctantly.

The white crow looked at him for a moment. Her eyes were as dark as a pool, and Ed couldn't help but want to avoid her gaze.

He lowered his eyes, but his wrists suddenly felt cold.

The white crow leaned in and grabbed him. Her hands were as devoid of temperature as Is, dry and smooth, and Ed's scalp was numb, and it felt like a snake was tightly wrapped around his wrist, even trying to get into his veins.

He instinctively shook his hands, but he couldn't break free. The crow's slender fingers were like iron pincers, grasping him firmly.

"Don't be afraid. She even licked her lips with a deliberate smile, "I'm not going to eat you again." ”

It wasn't until Is's icy gaze pierced her that she lazily let go.

"Interesting. She said that the light in her dark eyes was like the sun shining on the water, bright and flickering...... But it can't penetrate the bottom of the water.

Ed pricked up her ears apprehensively, wondering what she was "funny" about, but she didn't continue the conversation.

"Let's talk about hell. She said, "It is true that the power of necromancy comes from hell, from the souls who have fallen into it, from their anger, fear, reluctance and despair, but as you said, hell is another world, and there is not only darkness and death in that world. Demons bestow the power of their souls on necromancers, but their own power does not come from death. Lydia ...... She claimed that she had fallen into Hell, and that when she returned, she was no longer a pure human, that she had demonic blood in her veins, and that her powers were of the same origin as theirs. No matter how many lies were mixed in, there was one thing she didn't lie about – she couldn't fool me, and her power was truly special. ”

“...... So, she lured you to open the gates of hell?" said Is.

The white crow shrugged: "Now think about it...... Sort of. ”

When she began to try to open the gates of hell, she had caught more than one monster that could not wait to burrow into the world, they were ugly and terrible, twisted and evil in the eyes of humans, but the power within them was, in a sense, extremely pure.

"Pure, and intense. "For mages, if they could control this power, hell might be considered heaven for them – and, one thing, you probably won't believe...... The power of pure magic is no different from what you believe in as a 'gods' power. ”

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