"I can't die here!" Viklor's muscles and bones were wailing, and the overcasting and fighting had taken a huge toll on his body, and he could hear his own howl just by moving his footsteps.

Born in a barren mountain village in Central Africa, Viklor's only livelihood comes from the sweet potatoes they harvest each year and the wages they get paid to work in a mine 20 kilometers away.

Little Viklor's father was a miner, and his mother was home raising an uncertain number of children. The reason for the uncertainty is that every year or two a new baby is born and a child dies.

Little Viklor, fortunately and unfortunately, lived to be 8 years old, and was able to pick ore at the edge of the pit to earn a living.

The entire village, as well as the villagers of all nearby villages, depend on the diamond mine thousands of meters deep. When people stand on the edge of the pit and look down at the bottomless pit, they feel a shudder from the heart, as if a giant beast is watching them below.

Every year, dozens of people walk to the edge of the pit like demons, like demons, and then fall.

The village elders said that it was a god who lived in another world calling for sacrifices.

When you hear God's call, you will come to the pit and put yourself into God's mouth like a sweet potato.

Little Wicklor's father answered God's call when he was 8 years old and never returned.

My mother, who had lost her breadwinner, brought her younger siblings to dedicate herself to God.

This year, except for the little Vicklell family, no other sacrifices appeared. The village chief said it was because the gods were very pleased with the taste of the Viklors.

Therefore, the whole village decided......

Next year, I will send little Viklor as a sacrifice.

Before that, little Viklor lived at the village chief's house, ate the sweet potato peels left over every day, and did some chores.

However, he did not wait for the day when he was sacrificed. He found another black stone in the ore heap he had dug out of the mine, like a voodoo doll that the village witch doctor wore around his neck.

Little Viklor was very fond of this peculiar piece of time, and tied it with a straw rope and hung it around his neck.

That night, Viklor, who was polishing the idol of the village deity, did not believe that he had cut his finger on the sharp edge, and a drop of red blood fell on the voodoo stone.

"Heh~ I didn't think there was a qualified person here." An irresistible will filled little Viklor's brain in an instant, making him wish he could jump out of the mine right now to be a sacrifice to the gods.

"Don't worry, my servant, you have other uses." God doesn't seem to be hungry.

"I would like to serve my god with all my soul."

"In due course, we will know."

When little Viklore regains control of his brain and body, he finds himself standing in the village chief's big house. Lying at his feet was the village chief's family, which had turned into dried corpses.

From that point on, when Viklore wanted it, the voodoo stone was able to devour the spirit, blood, and soul of the living. Viklor was so careful to hide the truth that everyone in the village thought that an evil had come from somewhere and killed the chief's family.

More and more people in the village died, and little Viklor had to start targeting the mines near the pit. Every time he kills someone, he feels a point stronger and his soul fuller.

About a month later, little Viklor was discovered his secret by the strongest warrior in the village. The warrior swung the best battle axe in the village and slashed at him, then was killed in an instant by the black voodoo stone.

The warrior, who was as strong as a lion, died as withered and thin as the old village chief. But Viklor found himself with an extra red-black tattoo and was able to unleash the fearful and resentful souls of the warriors in his time of need.

The fearless Viklor will no longer have to hide himself, and all enemies who dare to challenge him will be torn to shreds by more and more revenants, and the stronger of them will become new tattoos.

……

"It's almost time." God seemed pleased with Viklor's state.

The child was 18 years old and had grown into a tall man, but his face was as vicissitudes as a 40-year-old.

Viklore is sent to a strange world, where he meets many strange people with different skin, clothing, and hair. However, they will all be killed by the Voodoo Stone and their own undead.

In the first world, Viklor killed all 40 contractors in the same batch, including one chosen one.

The man marked as the chosen one dropped a beautiful hedron that attracted him to the voodoo stone he was wearing. Viklor happily let the voodoo stone devour the hedroid, and countless memories and information immediately flooded his brain.

It turns out that there are so many countries, cities, and food in this world besides Viklor's village and nearby villages.

Having acquired sound social routines, Viklor cleverly devised a battle plan and then wiped out all the enemies and allies in the first dimensional world he had experienced.

He's been out of control ever since.

"The more food, the stronger I am!" Viklor is committed to this principle.

Until this evening......

There was so much food nearby, but he didn't have time to devour them. The enemies are stronger than the other, and their own voodoo stones and undead are a little helpless against them.

Pursued by the Eradicators, Viklor was in despair when he saw that the flames could not repel this powerful alien machine.

The voodoo stone and his own necromancy are a gift from God, and he will not be able to defeat the enemy in front of him.

Something must be wrong!

"God is infallible." Viklor thought, "Is that my mistake?" Could it be that I didn't eat enough food, and my soul sacrificed for God wasn't strong enough?! ”

In that case, then eat a little more.

Viklor gave up on the Eradicator and turned around and rushed into the panicked crowd. In the bustling Gothic City, there is no shortage of people.

Dozens of undead frantically tore at the frightened citizens, turning them into food. Viklor's wounds began to heal rapidly, and his mana and energy quickly recovered.

What? It's so simple, why did I go earlier!

In the shocked eyes of Galadia and Valkyrie, Viklor quickly regained his energy, and although the summons were not yet available, he attacked spell after spell.

Countless citizens were devoured and turned into a source of his power, and he almost locked in health and mana!

The Eradicator rushed forward, and was then attacked by Viklor. Although the spell effect was not very effective against the alien war machine, the armor of the Eradicator was quickly destroyed in front of the turret-like Viklor.

"Boom!" With a roar, the Eradicator exploded into a mass of pieces.

At Viklor's feet lay a whole street of corpses, and his own undead were not diminished, but several more.

Just now, when he devoured passers-by, several powerful people sent an attack to him, throwing various weapons such as hammers and grenades at Viklor.

Bursts of explosions and glare flickered around Viklor, the attack did not penetrate the voodoo man's defenses at all, and the attackers themselves were all torn apart by the mad necromancy. Their remains were scattered among the dry bones scattered on the ground and were nowhere to be seen.