The living drive the undead, which was forbidden by the Radiant Empire, and at the beginning of their founding, they burned all books on undead magic.

Not only because this kind of magic is close to black magic, too cruel and bloody, but also because the undead are easily infected by magic and become the great enemy of mankind.

Still, there are those who take risks in the pursuit of power to study this long-lost ancient magic.

But at this time, Sissel no longer had the energy to think deeply, he knew that he was going to die.

He could clearly feel that his ribs had long been broken, his heart had been pierced, and a large amount of blood had flowed, making his vision gradually blur.

With his last strength, Sissel swallowed the blood in his mouth and spoke.

"For ...... What the...... I...... Hearing...... The sound of breathing?"

"It's just a disguise, after all, they don't have a breathing sound, and a lot of the time it's troublesome. ”

The archer walked over at some point, looked at Sissel on the ground, and said in a voice without a hint of emotion.

Sissel got the answer, but there was still a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, how could he die here?

He has reason to be unwilling, he has not been able to regain his parents' property, he has not been able to become a great knight of the famous empire, and he has not been able to see Monet again, and he has promised to eat his wheat bread......

Although Sissel was still holding on, the scene before him darkened uncontrollably, and gray gradually took over most of the field of vision.

Sissel looked at the little green left in front of him, a weed on the ground, trampled by the archers, but stubbornly straightened up from the footprints, as if he had not succumbed to fate.

Blood flowed to the feet of the archers and stopped in front of the weeds. Sissel's blood was almost gone, and there was a thick smell in the air.

Am I going to die?

Little by little, the gray spreads, about to swallow up the last bit of bright color. Just when the green was extinguished like a candle in the wind and rain, I don't know if it was a hallucination, Sissel suddenly heard a clear voice.

"Do you want to live? let go of your mind!"

The voice sounded directly in Sissel's head, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, not angry and arrogant, raising his declining consciousness.

Sissel was powerless to think at this time, so he had to subconsciously reply silently in his heart.

"Good ......"

As Sissel fell into a deep sleep, a dusty shackle broke with a bang, and a powerful force swept in!

In the realm of consciousness that ordinary people can't perceive, a storm is brewing rapidly!

......

"He, is he dead?" Yan Ren had never dared to speak, even though this person had been introduced to him by his brother, but his body trembled involuntarily.

This time he asked someone to attack and kill Sissel, not because of a personal vendetta, but because his brother told him that if he wanted to join the elementary college, he had to get a person's admission certificate to replace him.

He didn't know much about the origin of this archer, but he knew that it was a big man in the city, and for some reason he was interested in such a small task, so he took it.

Because of his brother's instructions, Yan Ren didn't dare to make a sound along the way, until he saw Sissel lying motionless on the ground, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Well, he's dead. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion on the part of the Yan people, but the archers who were originally calm actually trembled a little when they said this, but it was not obvious, and the Yan people couldn't be sure if it was their own illusion.

Yan Ren wanted to say something, but the next moment, Yan Ren's eyes were round, and the whole person was lifted into the air.

The archer grabbed Yan by the neck with his withered hand and lifted him up, and as he struggled and his face soon turned red, he seemed to lose interest and shook it gently.

Click!

The Yama's neck was snapped in an instant, and he was thrown to the ground by the archers like a pile of garbage.

"We still have to go to Helan City, that hidden danger has to be solved, and things have to be done cleanly......" The archer whispered alone, ignoring the two corpses on the ground. But at some point, the sound of the wind in the woods seemed to disappear!

The archer's originally steady breathing suddenly became rapid, and he jumped away from the spot without hesitation, constantly retreating, as if he had encountered some wild beast.

In the archer's perception, something terrifying did appear!

Because of the study of necromantic magic, he has a certain sense of the strength of the soul body, and the reason why he is not in a hurry to solve Sissel is because he can feel that Sissel's soul has gradually dissipated, which is the proof of human death.

But just now, in his perceptual range, a sun suddenly appeared!

If the soul of a dying man is only a candle flame, then the soul of a man with vigorous vitality is a torch, but he has never seen the flame of the soul of a man that can be so strong!

If there really is, then it can no longer be called human.

That's God!

Sissel, who was lying quietly on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes, which were originally as crystal as sapphire, had turned into two pitch-black abysses at this time, and just by looking at it, it seemed that his soul would be sucked into it.

Under the archer's frightened gaze, Sissel slowly stood up, a hint of an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth. I saw him slowly tear off the skeleton's arm and put it back again, as if he was sorting out a work of art.

The drops of blood that hung from the blades of grass, and the blood that seeped into the dirt, all rose into the air and returned to Cezel's body like a stream, and even the huge piercing wound on his chest disappeared with the last drop of blood.

"Sissel" took care of his scattered hair, strand by strand, every move was meticulous, the whole person was like a statue that came to life, and his whole body was full of artistic atmosphere.

The archer was frightened by the strange scene before him, even when he first dissected a human body, he wanted to flee the place, but his legs did not obey him, and he could not even take a step.

"After so many years, the air here is still so fresh and filled with the scent of grass, I almost forget its smell......"

"Sissel" has an intoxicated look on his face, as if he is immersed in his own world, but his control of the real world is everywhere.

If one could see the trajectory of the wind, they would see that there was a hemispherical space in the woods, and no matter how strong the wind was, it would dissipate invisibly when it entered the space.

The creatures in this space were shivering, the squirrels dropped their pine nuts and hid in the hollows of the trees and huddled together, and the ants swarmed back to their nests and gathered around the queen, but even their king could not give them any security.

The most feared of them all was the archer, and his eyes were full of despair.

God, do not blaspheme!