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"About the General of the Second Army - Debord. Did you get a reply to the message I asked you to bring?" Memphis was leaning back on a chair in one of his bedrooms, holding a book of spells with all kinds of forbidden spells in his left hand, and holding an energy crystal sphere suspended in mid-air in his right hand, staring at the sphere and asking questions.

"Your Majesty. It's a pity. Debord, the antiquity-eating necromancer, has rejected your proposal. "Not far from the ruins of the ancient temple, near the border of Dufferta and the Barbarian Frontier, shrouded in a dark fog and with no sunlight all day long, the realm of the dead, the intelligence captain of Memphis, Ho/K

Dressed in a dark purple robe with a hood, his face and palms were tightly wrapped in thick strips of white cloth, and the two eyeballs in his eye sockets emitted a light purple spell energy glow, showing a response from the figure within the crystal sphere.

"Where are you, can I talk to Debord?" Memphis asked, looking unfazed.

"Your Majesty. Subordinates in the realm of the dead... You can now use this crystal ball to talk to General Debord. A moment later, the image of Hawk reappeared from the crystal orb in front of Memphis's eyes.

"Field Marshal of Memphis. It's been a long time, but your complexion still looks so good. But—" Then, a metallic sound came from inside the crystal sphere, which seemed to be coming from a machine.

I saw an iron mask covering the left half of his face, the right half of his face was charred and yellow as if it had been burned by fire, his eyeballs protruding into his sockets, his nose was a large hole, his lips and cheeks were devoid of flesh, and his teeth were clearly visible, and the image of a necromancer dressed in dark blue, wide mage robes with a cloak appeared from the crystal sphere.

"Debord. Put away your boring prophecies. I only ask you. If I can give you free access to the realm of the dead, will you bow down to me?" Memphis interrupted Debord's speech impatiently, asking a simple and direct question.

"Marshal. I advise you to listen to these prophecies about you first, and it would be better to hear these prophecies about you. Debord continued to suggest in his weird tone.

"Okay. It's always so cumbersome to talk to this guy of yours. Memphis had no choice but to endure his temperament and take the trouble to agree.

"On that day, the true king came to earth. He who holds the throne will be defeated by his crown, crushed by his ambition, and died on the battlefield he knows best. Debord chanted unhurriedly.

"Who is the real king? Who is he? Is it you?—do you mean that I will die on the battlefield for my power and ambition?

After hearing this prophecy, the green tendons on Memphis's head suddenly burst out, and he insulted Debord in an unusually dissatisfied tone.

"Wrong. During the period of the rebellion of the dead after the end of the Demon Slayer War a thousand years ago. I have already signed a contract with the three elders of the elven race, Clovence, Crosso, and Strong, and voluntarily imprisoned in this realm of the dead. Only when the orc army invaded Duanferta again, or something like that happened.

I can use the Holy Prayer Crystal to temporarily lift the confinement of the realm of the dead, and let me lead the army of the undead to relieve the crisis. It is my destiny to be imprisoned in this realm of the dead. Therefore, I will never covet your power. As for what the prophecy meant, I never decipher. ”

Debord, who was standing in front of the crystal sphere, was motionless and expressionless. The crystal sphere was held up in mid-air by a stream of azure phosgene. The necromancer's palms are hidden in wide sleeves and are never exposed.

"Pedant idiot! With the combat power of the undead army under your command, it is not impossible to sweep the world. Now is such a good opportunity, as long as you and I join forces. I will release you from your imprisonment.

When the whole of Africa and Africa will not be at your fingertips, nay, the whole world will be at your fingertips?" Memphis suddenly turned to an impassioned tone, with a speech that stirred Debord.

"Marshal. Please don't keep laughing. I still vividly remember how my ex died. After the end of the Demon Eradication War, there were more dead bodies than living people.

Coupled with the huge distorted energy left behind after the Demon God Arena smashed out the Lake of Sorrow, a large number of undead undead creatures appeared in the world to roam and harm the common people. My predecessor was appointed by Clovence to organize people everywhere to destroy the undead and undead.

In the course of long-term exploration and practice, he and his subordinates concluded that using necromancy to control the actions of undead undead creatures is the fastest and most effective way to deal with them. My predecessor and his subordinates began to study and study necromancy in depth. But when they used necromancy, they were bewitched by the twisted power.

As a result, my predecessor and his subordinates drove the undead legions to storm the city and conquer the entire continent of Africa, turning all living creatures into dead bodies. Unexpectedly, as soon as Clovence raised his arms, all the countries on the continent united and jointly sent troops to start exterminating them.

If I'm not mistaken, my predecessor was chopped to pieces by the Thor's sword at your waist. As his successor, I would never take such a risk and do such a stupid thing again. ”

Debord continued to stand in place expressionless, speaking at length. When he spoke, his mouth was still tightly closed, and the sound came directly from his body.

Because of the history of Africa as described above, there is an agreement between the nations that they are obliged to unite and fight against any necromancer (Debord) in the event of any misdeeds.

"I didn't expect your dry and smelly corpse to have such a good memory. I thought you necromancers were heartless, brainless, monsters with only a desire to kill and twisted ambitions, and a personality as cold as a machine.

Let's say your predecessor - when I stood in front of it and asked who it was. It couldn't answer, just blindly commanding the undead legion to kill desperately.

The army of the undead commanded by that guy did not have any strategy or tactics to speak of, but blindly advanced forward with a huge number of people, killing whatever they encountered, and as a result, as soon as they entered the long and narrow and complex terrain, they became disjointed from each other and became a mess.

As for that idiot, I grabbed an opportunity at once, and then killed him with one easy blow. Now, it seems, you're an exception. Is it because you were born a necromancer?" Memphis recounted with interest, a question about the past.

"It has nothing to do with whether or not I'm a natural necromancer. Each time you control one more skeleton to fight, you must let the distorted forces erode your consciousness more deeply. Therefore, if you control an entire army of the undead to fight, it is impossible to retain much reason in your heart.

So I'm not an exception, but I don't try to control forces that I can't afford to bear. Debord explained clearly.

"Then I ask you, do you know whose hands the Holy Prayer Crystal is?" Memphis asked, changing the subject.

The Emperor of the Duanferta Empire revealed his original intention - not to help Debord release him, but to use it as an excuse to find out the whereabouts of the Holy Prayer Crystal from Debord's mouth, and to firmly imprison the Second Army (Legion of the Dead) to prevent the Second Army (Legion of the Dead) from threatening his future military operations.

"This. IMHO. I can't tell you whose hands it is. Debord, who had guessed Memphis's intentions at the beginning, directly refused to answer the other party's question.

"Back then. It took you, me, Krosso, and Strong so much energy and time to drive the army of the undead into your area. Among them, you use necromancy to guide a plate of scattered undead undead creatures, and you have the greatest credit for entering this place. (After the death of Debord's predecessor, the army of the undead was left in a state of leaderless chaos.) ）

Next, you realize that you are a necromancer who is not tolerated by the world, so you join forces with Clovence, Crosso, and Strong to use the power of the Holy Prayer Crystal to build the realm of the dead, imprisoning yourself and a large number of undead undead creatures in it.

Later, in recognition of your feat, Clovence made you a general, and he was responsible for commanding the Legion of the Dead, also known as the Second Army.

Twenty-five years ago, during the battle of the Barbarian Frontier to invade Duan Feierta, it was you who led an undead army to attack the orc supply lines, causing great panic among the enemy army, and only then did I get the opportunity to defeat the orc emperor's army head-on.

But what does Cloverse do with you? He uses you again and again, ostensibly to give you a knighthood, but each time he finishes using you, he imprisons you again in the realm of the dead. Are you so willingly being used by others like a fool?

Now Clovence is dead. Just tell me - whose hand is the Holy Prayer Crystal? I will send someone to fetch it at once, so that you will be free forever. I promise that you will enjoy all the glory and wealth of the world, and you will not have to stay in the ghost place of the Realm of the Dead to continue to suffer. Memphis calmed down, and persuaded as sincerely as possible.

The Emperor of the Duanferta Empire knew the power of the Undead Legion, and if he could not control the Holy Prayer Crystal in his own hands, the First Army would face a huge potential threat at any time when it conquered the continent of Africa.

"It seems that I am indeed going to waste the marshal's painstaking efforts. First of all, I am not being used by Clovence. It's because the realm of the dead is imprisoned, countless undead creatures and evil and twisted abnormal energy.

So, I promised the three elders of Clovence, Crosso, and Strong, that whether they were dead or alive, I would remain in this place forever, responsible for suppressing the activities of the undead and the spread of evil distorted energy.

It's my job, and it's something that only I can do. If I had been as ambitious as yours, the continent would have been ruined. As for the glory and riches, it is not something that a necromancer like me can have. Debord countered with an unusually serious tone.