"It's so domineering? It really seems like the style of the Soul God Cult. But is it really irreparable?" Swell, knowing that the question was pointless, asked in vain.

"Everything was predestined. Now I just want to know, after I become a necromancer, will you follow the edict of the Holy See and hunt me down?" Murada looked at Swell quietly, his gray eyes already stained with a black layer of death.

"This ...... I do not know. Swell hesitated rarely, on the one hand, because of his decades-long friendship with Murada, and on the other hand, the "sense of justice" cultivated for a long time in the Holy See made Swell in a dilemma, and in the end he could only give an ambiguous answer, "If you can not kill innocents like other necromancers, maybe I won't be your enemy!"

"I see. There was a look of clarity in Murada's eyes. It can be said that the moment he chose to change his career to become a necromancer, his friendship with Swell had come to an end.

As a necromancer, he is destined to need a large number of corpses and dead qi to obtain advancement, which is precisely what cannot be tolerated by the Holy See, which has always flaunted peace, justice, and light.

Swell has done his duty as a friend by repeatedly thinking of other ways out for him and desperately trying to stop him, since that is the case...... Murada already had a decision in mind.

At this time, the dead air was still coming out of the crystal skull, and as the dead air gradually flowed out, the crystal skull that was originally like ink gradually faded to black, becoming as transparent and colorless as the purest ice crystals.

The dead air was constantly condensing around it, and in a short time, it had become viscous as a liquid. Murada carefully controlled these dead qi and did not let them intrude too much into Swell, so as not to cause the divine power in Swell's body to rebound.

After all the dead qi in the crystal skeleton was released, Murada took a deep breath, and the dead air turned into two spirit snakes and burrowed into his nostrils.

As soon as the dead qi entered his body, Murada let out a painful cold snort, which was obviously not pleasant. Seeing this, Swell was just about to do something, when he saw Murada raise his hand with difficulty and pointed at him, and Swell immediately felt that he was bound by an invisible force and could not make any movement. Not only that, but Swell was horrified to find that he couldn't even mobilize the divine power in his body. In this dangerous environment, it is like a lamb to the slaughter.

After all this, Murada could no longer stand on his feet, and the death qi condensed around him was extremely heavy, pressing down on him like a mountain, pressing him to his knees.

After noticing that the dead qi had invaded Murada's body, Swell, who was completely incapacitated, was eating away at his body bit by bit, driving away the divine power in his body.

Murada's originally fair complexion was gradually dyed into a dead gray by the air of death. The top half of the white papal robe he wore was even blackened. The momentum of death that invaded his body drove the divine power that belonged to him into his legs like a bamboo.

Swell could clearly feel that the divine power in Murada's body was not willing to fail, and these divine powers began to gather in his legs, emitting a brilliant holy light, as if he was preparing to fight to the death with the death qi.

The black dead air and the milky white holy light began a tug-of-war with Murada's waist as the dividing line, and the two-for-tat energies continued to tear at Murada's nerves, making the once strong paladin miserable.

'It's too dangerous!' Swell's heart screamed to warn Murada, but he couldn't even open his mouth to make a sound.

Swell felt a burst of despair, he could see that the divine power was deeply ingrained in Murada's body, although he was caught off guard by the death qi at first and had to retreat to his legs, but then the death qi wanted to completely expel the divine power, completely occupy his body, and let him turn into a necromancer, which was not an easy task.

It is impossible for the two contradictory energies to coexist in Murada's body, and if this stalemate continues, it is very likely to trigger a violent explosion and blow the "container" of Murada to pieces.

The two energies are equal, and neither can do anything about the other, at this time Murada's will becomes the decisive force, and it depends on how Murada chooses.

Under great pressure and pain, Murada made another astonishing motion, and out of nowhere, he took out a bright green ghostly flame and held it to his mouth tremblingly, ready to swallow it. How Murada chose was obvious, and Swell understood that this was the last chance to stop Murada's fall, yet he could do nothing.

As if hearing Swell's inner voice, Murada took a deep look at Swell again before swallowing the ghost fire. After seeing Murada's complicated eyes, Swell's brain suddenly went blank, and he read many emotions from Murada's eyes, including anger, reluctance, sympathy, relief, expectation, despair, hesitation, and determination...... There was even a hint of admiration that made Swell scratch his head.

Just as Swell was stunned, Murada had swallowed the ghost flame into his belly.

The ghost flame became the decisive factor in changing the balance of power between the two equal forces in Murada's body, and the death qi cheered by the ghost flame immediately skyrocketed, instantly compressing the divine power to the extreme, occupying more than ninety-nine percent of Murada's body, and the divine power retreated to the tip of Murada's toes, doing a dying struggle.

At this time, the ghostly flame also traveled through Murada's body with the death qi, and soon reached his feet. Seeing the ghost flame of the divine power, like a hungry ghost in a delicious place, he immediately pounced on it, and completely expelled the divine power from Murada's body.

The moment the divine power left his body, a green ghostly flame erupted from Murada's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, enveloping him entirely. The divine power that had been expelled was attacked by the ghostly fire, and it turned into a burst of fluorescent light.

At the same time, the pressure on Swell's body suddenly lightened, and a long-suppressed cry erupted from his mouth: "Don't!"

At this time, the ghostly flames had completely burned out the papal robes on Murada's body, and a magic robe as black as ink was replaced, and the robe was shining with a dark gray soul eye imprint.

Murada gently stepped out of the ghostly flames, and the ghostly flames retracted into him, and the Obrand's signature bright silver hair had turned completely grayish-white by this time.

With a cold smile on his face, Murada said to Swell: "It's too late now, you can call me Lucas in the future, necromancer Lucas......"

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