Although the instantaneous burst of soul energy had a magical effect, it seemed that there were too many outbursts, and after the explosion, my soul sea produced a feeling of emptiness and dizziness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You have to pay attention to the degree of your soul explosion, otherwise the stiffness after the explosion will kill you." The Lich preached behind me.

I heard it and wrote it down, the soul burst made the dizziness of the few people in front of me almost disappear, and I carefully controlled my soul energy to gather into spikes, stabbing at these three people at the same time. For things that Burkitt hasn't tried before, I'll try it with you.

The soul spikes were extremely difficult to penetrate the skin of their brains, this was because the higher the level of the warrior's body defense, the stronger the defense, if there was a ninth-level warrior in front of them, maybe my subtle soul spike would not be able to penetrate at all, and I could only rely on a high-power energy burst to affect them.

Fortunately, my soul energy was sufficient enough to support the soul spikes that pierced their minds completely.

One of the seventh-level warriors was the first to pierce into his mind before he woke up, and the moment he entered, he began to cover his head in pain, his body continued to spasm and shrink into a ball, and a huge wail of pain came out of his mouth.

Stimulated by this voice, the eighth-level warriors also woke up one after another, but it was too late, and when they took the initiative to control their body defenses, the soul spikes had already pierced into their minds, so the same situation appeared on the bodies of these two eighth-level warriors.

Probably because their wails were too loud, and before I could fully grasp the use and characteristics of the soul spikes, there were already huge footsteps that began to come towards us, so I stepped forward, and with a slight slash on their necks, the Stygian cut off the head of one of them, and their defense was significantly reduced under the torture of the soul spikes.

After I had cut off another of my brother's heads, an anxious cry came from the lich's side: "Keep the man under the sword." I wouldn't have paid attention to this useless wail, but it seemed like I had heard it somewhere, so I stopped my soul sense and opened to investigate, oh, it was the one who woke me up on the deck with my bastard.

"Huh? Why stop? Give me a reason," I asked, turning to him.

"Because he is my friend, I hope you can let him go, what did he do wrong, what losses you have I can compensate!" He said.

"Your friend? Not my friend, you want me to let him go so I let him go? "I told him that the so-called reparations of mankind really mean nothing to me, and I ignored them directly, maybe this small exchange of interests may be effective for mankind, but unfortunately I am an undead soul, and he chose the wrong person.

"Audacious, how dare you be so rude to the son of my Principality of Barcelono." A man behind him suddenly stepped forward and spoke.

"Huh?" I looked at him and said, at this time, the vitality that killed the other two eighth-level warriors came from the void, and my body naturally absorbed this part of the vitality, probably because of the pressure of the void, which made this large part of me have the illusion that this pressure of the void was sent by me.

The first to bear the brunt was the man who had spoken to me before, his face pale the moment I made a voice and the pressure of the void appeared.

"For the sake of what you once woke me up, I'll spare him for the time being." I said, taking back the Stygian and the Anridanor that had been floating in the sky.

Although there is still a part of the souls of the other two eighth-level warriors at this time, if I don't take back Anridanor now, if some high-powered person comes over and finds this soul, I really can't tell, after all, the necromancer is now wanted by the whole world, as if the lich Ligum Strongstone is an exception.

This is the reason why I gave up killing this last person on the one hand, and on the other hand, so many people looked at me, and I really didn't want to kill again, and I was surrounded by a group of people looking at me, and I always felt like a monkey in human captivity.

Although I am not afraid even if I do kill me, I guess the lich will inevitably have to explain, so don't bother him with such a thing. But even if you don't kill the lich, you will inevitably have to explain, it's really a miscalculation.

"Thank you for your mercy, please tell me if you need anything, and I will do my best to meet it." I said to the prince of a certain principality who had spoken to me before.

"No need, they've already paid the price, it's just their lives, are you sure you have to pay for them?" I asked him.

Immediately after hearing this, he stopped talking.

Offending the strong in the undead world is a price to pay for the soul, and the memory in the depths of my soul seems to be like this, so killing these people can be regarded as doing it according to the laws of the undead world.

Later, the captain of the ship came, and after inquiring about the situation, he recognized the lich, and after reading the image of the soul of the lich that the lich gave him about molesting An Ling, he said that these warriors of the Duchy of Barceló were to blame, and there was nothing to do with us.

On our way back, the lich and I learned from An Ling's mouth that these warriors used their bodies at the ball, ignoring An Ling's small range of magic, and directly squeezed An Ling out of the ball into this room.

They're dead, and after asking about the situation, they don't talk about them anymore.

When the lich returned to the room, he soothed An Ling's soul, and An Ling fell into a deep sleep. I spent the night quietly studying the use of the soul spikes, and at the end of the day, I forced myself into a state of "deep sleep", allowing my body to adjust my body to its best.

The next day I woke up at six o'clock in the morning, and when I put on the special armor, An Ling also woke up, and after she had washed up, I helped him gently put on her armor, and the lich pretended to sleep, but it was too unprofessional, how could anyone pretend to sleep with a pillar in her arms.

As we stepped onto the deck, the sun had just jumped over the horizon, and the first rays of sunlight shone on our bodies in no particular order, and with a command, the magicians' camp began to collectively bless us with the ability to fly, and before that, the ship had moved to the most suitable place to land.

What we have to do is to re-descend on this land that has been stained with human blood.

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