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The ground was still full of bones and phosphorus fire, and the air was full of rancid smell and ghostly crying wind, as if nothing had changed compared to before, but the place had quietly changed owners.

The Wraiths are counting the loot, and Nightmoon has co-opted the Dark Priests one by one with the power of the Scepter of Night and Shadow.

The Lord of the Dead had planned to return to Castle Black after the battle, and then slowly tried to use the scepter with his knowledge and financial resources to break his seal.

But the temptation to quickly lift the seal and restore her strength was too great - she couldn't wait.

So she walked a little farther away, sat down cross-legged, and sank into a semi-meditative state.

She's going to get into "inner vision", which isn't easy when the magic is gone.

It worked.

Then, she tried to reach for the magic of the wand into her body.

The staff quickly responded to her faint spiritual call, and a hint of dark power slipped into her body and into the meridians.

Kamui's magic didn't react at first.

But soon, as this trace of magic continued to penetrate and tried to attack and analyze a relatively weak "Shenwei" magic, the magic of "Shenwei" also moved.

The reaction of the magic of this Holy See artifact was more violent than Night Moon's impression that it was when it came into contact with all the magic powers—when it came into contact with the magic of Night Moon itself and the magic of the Magic Gem, it was only "suppressing"; And when it comes into contact with the magic of the scepter, its reaction is "attack".

The trace of dark magic that penetrated was instantly overwhelmed by "Shenwei".

For some unknown reason, most of the two magical forces that came into contact with each other canceled out the annihilation.

Although he lost the artifact itself, Kamui's magic power was very difficult, otherwise he would have annihilated the magic of the scepter that had penetrated and attacked back along the route of the penetration.

It's as if conscious.

"Isn't it that easy?"

Instantly cutting off the mana line of the scepter, Night Moon shook her head, intending to give up for the time being.

"Kamui" is an artifact that the Holy See has been continuously using, and it can be said that it has always been in a state of sufficient energy.

And the "Scepter of Night and Shadow" had been idle for at least a hundred years before it was discovered by Night Moon, and she was afraid that this treasure was not at its peak. What will go wrong if you try it rashly?

"Miss Nightmoon, you haven't said what this book is for."

As she was muttering, the nature elf princess Midori floated up to her with the big magic book, and it seemed that she had been wandering around for a long time.

I took the book in my hand. The Lord of the Dead flipped through and searched his mind for clues.

But soon, she found herself with nothing.

Midori's eyes flashed widely, and he said expectantly, "Is it also an artifact?" Is it also an artifact? ”

“…… Actually, I don't know. ”

Looking at Midori's excited appearance, although it was a little unbearable. But she replied quietly.

Books are written in dragon language, and the pages made of dragon skin and the words written in dragon blood themselves can also be used as a good medium for spellcasting. But it does not contain as much magic as the scepter, nor does it seem to have a will of its own like the scepter, which can confess the Lord and receive commands and prayers.

In short, as a spell-casting medium, although it has a bluffing appearance and contains a certain amount of magic, it may be used as a rare treasure by ordinary mages, but it is not special in the eyes of people of the level of the Lord of the Dead.

In the first half of the book, some of the magic spells of the school of the undead, the school of spells, and the school of illusion are recorded; In addition to this, there are also spells that focus on darkness, shadows, minds, and senses. Some of them are indeed more effective than the spells that Nightmoon is using now.

These spells are indeed valuable for research.

The second half of the book is devoted to a large number of prayers related to the "Goddess of Night and Shadow".

Nightmoon is a staunch atheist in modern times; And Yeyue is a mage, although she works part-time as an honorary dark priest, and sometimes talks about goddesses, and she does hear a lot of stories and scriptures about goddesses in her life, but she believes in her heart that all mysterious phenomena, including gods, can be explained by magic, and these mysterious phenomena are only her research topics, so she has no devotion to goddesses.

Therefore, the second half of the book is completely worthless in the eyes of the current Lord of the Dead, and the whole book is completely incomparable to the "Scepter of Night and Shadow".

But the book is so precious and hidden with the scepter that it is itself a clue left by the goddess. It can't be dismissed as a coincidence.

Depending on the situation, this book will not be as simple as an ordinary magic book of magic and prayers.

And according to the Goddess's usual code of conduct, what is often overlooked is more valuable, and she will only give you a little hint.

For example, the statue of the Night Lady exists to hide the "Scepter of Night and Shadow", so could the scepter itself be used to make people ignore the book?

But there are still no clues. This book may be worth studying slowly, but in a hurry, it should not come to a good place.

"So, it's almost over, right? Since these people still have a war to fight, let's go up and see for ourselves. ”

Randomly point out a few ghosts to guard and watch, and by the way, continue to count the loot, and the Lord of the Dead is ready to leave.

But at this time. The discovery of a ghost report brought her to a halt.

It was a room in the tunnels where human captives were kept.

Since there are many spy strongholds of various forces in Divine Bless City, it is not particularly strange that there are so many spies who have found the vicinity and are arrested and locked up here.

The Dark Priests didn't seem to have time to torture them for the time being, so the humans were lucky enough to be thrown into that room with their minds closed.

There's an acquaintance here.

Iron mask, long pink hair, excellent figure.

It doesn't look like the injuries are serious.

“…… Should I say I'm particularly close to you? Miss Tia Iron Mask. ”

Unable to save the patient he had treated, the Lord of the Dead sighed lightly and decided to help her again.

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Carlokus woke up.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but the battle had collapsed.

The prince lay on the ground, with a fine blanket underneath him, apparently rescued by his faithful men.

The wound on his abdomen was simply bandaged and healed.

However, the injuries are still serious, and they need to be sent to the temple for treatment as soon as possible.

By the light of the fire, he could see that the undead had broken through to a very close place, and the elite and fearless men had their backs to him, heroically resisting.

There was a stream of water on the ground that gradually flowed to his side, and there was a smell of blood.

He reached out and touched it, and sure enough, his hands were full of blood.

In the distance was the loyal adjutant Carter, the hunky officer who had been promoted from among the civilians by Carlox for his martial arts.

By this time, he was missing an arm, and several huge arrows had pierced through his body and legs, but he still used his remaining right arm to wield a chain hammer stained with rotten flesh and bone chips, and led the cavalry back and forth to clash.

"They are all my warriors."

Kalokos speculated that what had happened to him was not an isolated incident, and that something similar must have happened to the other human armies that were still resisting.

"Cunning and despicable undead."

But he didn't have the mood or time to care about the other human armies.

Struggling to his feet, Prince Kalokos drew his sword. (To be continued.) )