The big cat, Mr. Bigworth, keeps an eye on his owner.

It worries more than anyone else, and it is definitely not worried about its own fate, but about whether the experiment will succeed.

A huge amount of magical energy enveloped it.

It slowly closed its eyes and calmly accepted its fate, the only regret was that it never had the opportunity to see its master resurrected with its own eyes, nor did it have the opportunity to tell its master about the hundred years of loneliness after parting.

The power of the three Supreme Mages was opened to the maximum in an instant.

The light drowned out the little black cat, the space was distorted, and in the turbulence of time, everyone seemed to see the figure of the young pastor.

He walked step by step.

From illusory to solid, from vague to clear, everyone seemed to hear him sigh as he stood on the snowy plains of the plague forest.

The living are boring, only death!

Maybe it was a long, long time, maybe it was just a moment, and the crystal coffin had turned into ashes, and in its place was a figure standing there.

Dressed in a golden robe and wearing a crown of stars on his head, he was the one who had just been lying in the coffin.

I don't know what age he was when he died, he didn't look old, and he didn't have the image and temperament that Rifle imagined to be very "necromancer".

Even if you say that he is an archbishop, Rifle can't find a reason to refute it from the appearance.

Of course, Rifle glanced at him, and after confirming that Kergard had been resurrected, he went to pay attention to the big cat Bigworth.

The big cat Bigworth lay there motionless.

It hadn't lost its flesh and turned to ashes like the other sacrifices, but no one thought it was unharmed.

Everyone didn't move, the three supreme mages, the old pirate, the king of the wood elves, and the five super powerhouses stared at Kirgard quietly, whether they were friends or foes was still unclear.

The first to lose its breath was a bird.

Brad the Black Crow is the big cat Bigworth's most loyal little brother and his friend in times of adversity, and even if the chat group of Rifles and the chat group of the big cat merge, he still calls the big cat the boss.

The crow flew to the altar and approached the black cat.

At this time, Kergard finally moved, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the black crow was fixed in the air, and not only that, but there was also a gray mist on the black crow's body.

The Wizard King couldn't sit still.

I didn't see him make any moves, he had already moved to Kirgaard's front in an instant, and the staff-like staff in his hand was on Kirgaard's wrist.

"Friend, we don't mean it badly." Rudolph was not afraid.

In fact, his heart was full of war, he was not yet born when Kergard ravaged the Eastern Continent, and by the time he was born and gradually learned, Kergard was already a figure that only existed in legends.

Rudolph's style is different from other bigwigs.

He was a very belligerent man, he fought almost all the strong men, and his ability to get to this point is inseparable from his belligerence.

When it is strong, it is strong, and it is a person like him.

"We have raised you." The old pirate also stepped forward.

Kirgard looked around and sighed, "You resurrected me?" ”

"This is an obvious thing, it's hard to imagine, after hundreds of years of time, you can still be resurrected, do you feel anything wrong now?" The old pirate asked.

"The only thing that is wrong......" said Kelgaard, after a pause, "why did you kill my cat in order to resurrect me?" ”

"Magic ritual, soul redemption, there is no way to do it, there are now three supreme mages in the Eastern Continent." The King of Wizards said solemnly.

"What do I do when I am resurrected?" Kirgaard asked.

A group of bigwigs over there were talking about things, but the apostles here were in endless grief.

He's dead!

The big cat Bigworth really died, and as a price for resurrecting its owner, he completely disappeared from this world.

Originally, the apostles were resurrected beings.

Rifle also wondered if this kind of death would be a simple data change, but after questioning and investigation, it finally gave up this possibility.

The regular resurrection, the soul and memory remain unchanged.

Apostles, like the player, are recognized as having souls and memories in the game, and their death does not affect souls and memories.

Among them, if the apostle dies too many times in a short period of time, it will damage the memory of the soul.

This also means that once the apostle dies too many times, he may be deprived of the apostle status and will actually die.

Mr. Big-Cat Bigworth was deprived of his soul as a sacrifice.

Its death is not the same as the kind of death experienced by the apostles, and once it becomes a reality, it will not be resurrected by the rules of the system.

Then, the big cat Bigworth is really dead.

Even his master confirmed this, and he was very upset and said, "You have resurrected me and killed my cat."

The apostles of the monster chat group sadly accepted this fact.

Although everyone expected it when the big cat Biggerworth made his choice, they were all grief-stricken when they really came to this point.

They were exposed to real death almost for the first time.

For everyone, life itself is just an endless repetition, and the meaning of life and death may even be more interesting than a bowl of salted fish soup.

Now, an apostle has truly passed away.

It turns out that this is death.

The bigwigs are talking about the future of the mainland and the fate of the entire continent.

But when it comes to it, Kirgard seems to care more about his cat.

"I'm sorry sir, your cat made its own choice." Rifle thought it would be better to stand up and say something.

lest things turn out like in the movies.

In fact, something that can be solved in one sentence, but the screenwriter doesn't let the actor say that he has to do something, otherwise he won't be able to act.

The meaning of Rifle is simple, it's not that everyone kills your cat, it's its own choice.

"Who are you?" Kirgard turned his head to look at the werewolf and asked in surprise, "When did the werewolf race appear again in the Eastern Continent, and you don't look like an ordinary werewolf." ”

"I'm a friend of Bigworth, and that crow, that parrot, we are all friends of Bigworth, we helped Bigworth resurrect you, these powerhouses of the continent are all we worked hard to find." Rifle walked up to Kergard and looked at this human, who was probably the most powerful human in the Eastern Continent, very calmly.

"You ...... Hey, no, you're not like them. Kergard looked at Rifle in amazement.

"Leave those things that don't matter," Rifle rolled his eyes and asked on behalf of the entire chat group, "You are the Necromantic Monarch who controls the boundaries between life and death, so is there a way for you to resurrect Mr. Bigworth, the big cat." ”

"What's the matter with you?" Kiergard replied with a look of disgust: "It's my pet!" ”

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