Izurandil's figure disappeared into the dense forest, and he didn't show his back to the skeleton all the while. Yogett could feel the other man's grim gaze sweeping over him from time to time, causing his muscles to twitch unconsciously each time. Cold sweat gradually soaked Yogett's back. Fortunately, Izurandil was very concerned about the skeleton that had been standing next to Yogt after all, and did not continue to attack him. With the demigod gone, the invisible oppressive atmosphere that permeated the forest began to disappear.

"You can get up from the ground, young careerist." Skeleton said. It didn't look at Yogett squarely, but just brought its white bony hand in front of it, and its knuckles moved one by one, making a strange noise of friction. It stared at it for a while, and suddenly laughed hoarsely: "I see, it's quite interesting." ”

"My lord, without further ado, please follow me immediately to the sect's main altar located in the Central Great Plains." Yogett stood up and patted the dead leaves and grass clippings on his body. He first quickly glanced in the direction where Trevor had fallen, and found that the latter was still breathing, but he had fallen into a deep coma, and his demonic form had been lifted. Several black knights were supporting him. The current Trevor is a withered old man covered in bruises, and he doesn't know how long he will have to rest to regain his combat effectiveness.

"It's not time yet." "You'll need to prove your worth further." If you want to build a terrestrial kingdom for Ereda Oxser, you first need a large army. He looked at Yogget, the flames in his eyes beating faintly. Even though the fleshless face could no longer make any human expressions, Yogett seemed to feel that the skeleton was looking at him with a smirk. "Of course, I can give you some kind hints, I don't have to go from village to village to recruit militia, and I don't plan to buy equipment and spend military expenses for the living who have no combat experience. I need you to find me a suitable recruiting place. ”

"I see what you mean. So I'm going to get started. Yogett bowed slightly, "But my lord, you are now the agent of the will of the goddess, and only when you return to the main altar will the sects that are now falling apart and fighting on their own will be reunited into a powerful collective!" Jogett wanted to continue, but the skeleton cut him off coldly, "That's your own business. Neither I nor the Spooky Eye are for you to serve. Put away your pretentious gestures, young careerist. Make this clear: you need Pander Kavala to restrain the tyrannical nature of a demon lord, or your kingdom will be destroyed by it before it is founded, along with yourself. ”

“…… Be. Yogett bowed again, "Then let me take the liberty of asking, how long can your own will resist the constraints of the blood contract under the crown of Venerable Kavala?" You're right, I can't control a Demon Lord, but it's definitely more than enough to control an Earthly Emperor. ”

"It's enough for me to deal with some old things, and I'll naturally come back to you when the time comes." "Don't you just need a strong proof that you've successfully summoned the Eerie Eye to Pender?" I don't really need to show up. The skeleton walked up to the black knights, opening its mouth and spitting out large sums of sulfurous gas at them.

Immediately, there were painful howls one after another, and the gas invaded all parts of the black knight's body from the pores, and the muscles under the skin quickly dehydrated and atrophied, and finally the skin of the whole body collapsed softly, outlining the shape of the skeleton. When the gas dissipated—no, it was all poured into the Black Knight's body, all of their vitality was cut off in an instant, and all that stood there were only a few walking corpses wrapped in metal armor.

Trevor let out a slight groan, and he was also within the range of the sulfur-colored gas, but instead of ending up in the same miserable fate as the Black Knight, the wounds on his body began to heal.

"That's how the 'Ghost of the Fallen' was formed in the books......" Yogett shuddered hard and took a few steps back.

"That's the proof you want. These 'people' will be completely at your disposal. If there are die-hard people who don't believe it, what should you do, do you know it yourself, right? The skeleton looked at Yogt and held out his hand, "Give me a robe." ”

"Then I will wait for Your Excellency's return in the Central Plains, and I will have a perfect place to recruit troops at that time." Yogett took off his robe and handed it to the skeleton.

"Sounds like you're frowning? That's good, I'm starting to look forward to your future performance. The skeleton took off the crown from its head and stuffed it into its ribcage, holding it in place with two ribs, while the greatsword was carried behind its back. He then put on Yogget's black robes, covering all the dead and bones, and then staggered north. Yoggett watched the skeleton leave, and the transformed Black Knight stood behind him, waiting for his orders.

"Carry Kavala's coffin and take it away." Without looking back, Yogett said, "It's made of pure Mithril. Sarion's Praetorian Guards can become the toughest Iron Tortoise in all of Pander by just pacing a layer of Mithril on their shields. If you can find someone within the sect who can make good use of it, you can smelt it—" He paused suddenly, and silence fell around him, save for the rough and dry breathing of several Fallen Ghosts behind him. Yogert turned his head and examined the lifeless, shriveled faces that had been his faithful subordinates, and of course they were, and would continue to follow him from birth to death—but there would be no more communication, the unbridgeable divide between the living and the undead.

"You have lost your status as devout believers, and you cannot even be said to be servants of the goddess in the strict sense of the word, at best you can count as slaves of demons......" Yogett smiled self-deprecatingly, reaching out and patting them on the shoulder one by one, "Goddess, I beseech you, put their faith in me, and I will serve you twice as much as I serve you and give you twice as much as I share with them. ”

……

Eshua ran wildly through the empty temple, the stone pillars he left behind one by one, but more and more spawned at the end of his sight. The black sun hung silently on the high, pale sky, watching coldly as Eschu futile from pillar to pillar, carrying a never-ending circle.

Wait a minute! When?

Essiu stopped, he didn't know when he was back here. He subconsciously turned his head, and the rough statue of the goddess of order appeared not far in front of him. The last time he came to the temple, there was a statue of a bobcat with a blue nose and a swollen face, creeping at its feet.

But Estheus didn't see the bobcat, only a tall man with a sword in both hands, standing in front of the idol. He was draped in bright silver armor, and the dazzling glow circulated in the dense carvings on the surface of the armor. The most striking is the delicate and sparkling ring-shaped crown on the man's head, the diamond-shaped gemstones that are exquisitely articulated into the mountain-like protruding tip, and the gilt lines draw a winged griffin in the center of the crown.

"Are you the one for Yunomia? Her vision has obviously regressed. The man turned his head to look at Estheau, who was slowly approaching. His face was angular, and the lines of his muscles were taut just right, and at a glance he knew that he was in his prime. But his voice was dull and dry, and he didn't know what kind of broken vocal cords it was to produce such a distorted timbre that was not human. "What's your last name? Say it, maybe I know your ancestors. ”

"Who are you?" Estheus stopped at a cautious distance, no longer approaching. He didn't answer the man's question, just asked rhetorically.

"Me?" The man pointed to himself, "I used to be like you, and I was also an errand boy for Yunomia. But now I'm doing something for another person. It's the right person in the future, so I'm here to say hello. ”

Essho was silent.

"It turned out to be a stuffy gourd. But it's okay, we'll meet again, Child of Prophecy - that's right, right? A faint yellow flame erupted from the man's pupils, ablating his face to pieces, revealing his white bones, but the man didn't seem to notice, and his fleshless jaws were still opening and closing, "I hope you won't let me down too much." ”

Essho took a few steps back in shock, the illusionary space shattering like glass, and the real world refracted into the senses. He was still in the streets of Boynbru, with the gray sky overhead.