The laboratory is closed, but what deserves more attention is the living resting person in front of him.

What kind of miraculous way of survival will a life that wanders in the land of the dead all year round?

There were two circles of pitch black under the sunken eye sockets, and I wondered if the resting person could still see the light, and the breath of death lingered, like those who had died, if it were not for the regular rise and fall of the chest.

As if sensing this unfamiliar aura, the tattoos all over the place were slowly agitated like text flames, this was not a magic graphic, nor a magical rune.

In fact, there have been people who have received some information about the Resters, and there is an interesting account in the book of Sri that the Resters, the mysterious beings between life and death, have the appearance of normal people, but in fact, they are no longer Terrans, at least in terms of the way they live.

The history of this organization's existence is impossible to verify, and the most widely circulated is their mission, and the only dogma of the organization, Lance remembers it very well.

"Give every departed life the calmest rest, light the torch in the endless darkness of death, and guide the confused soul to return to life again. ”

There's a very special word in it, soul.

Neither the churches of the five empires, nor the various organizations of researchers, could confirm a peculiar concept. Luckily, Lance had read a book that described it.

This is more like an eternal energy that operates the world, circulating in the base of the world in an illusory form that is difficult to perceive, rather than a real existence with a concrete form.

The resting person has the ability to use this energy, so the real reason why the sample cannot be extracted may not only be the power of death, but also the power of the soul.

The bright red pupils began to shrink, how to crack the power that had never been touched, especially this kind of power that could not be touched at all.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to crack at all.

However, there may be some possibilities for the one in front of you.

The blood rose in the fingertips, twisted together and began to spin wildly, and as it approached the resting one, the fluttering tattoos inspired layers of gray-white aura, trapped in the magic circle, but protecting the whole body.

It could only be blocked slightly, and the blood qi had already touched the skin, and in the next moment, it spread out and successfully invaded it along the tiny pores.

The expected secret resistance did not materialize, for the resting person had been battered.

As a transportation pipe, the blood qi is not scarlet blood, nor is it a black liquid that matches his appearance as imagined, but something as transparent and clear as clear water.

The line of sight zooms in until it is barely visible to the limit, and there are crystalline particles that have never been seen before, like the tiniest bubbles that exist in normal water.

Quantities are extremely scarce, and, for this kind of thing, there is not the slightest desire to absorb it.

Soon, the vials were full.

The blood qi did not disconnect, on the contrary, more blood qi invaded it, flowing along the veins of the whole body, and information about the body of this resting person came to mind.

The body structure of an ordinary person, but it is tough to a very exaggerated degree, and the only thing that can be compared is the equally exaggerated undead giant, and it can be said that the undead giant is weaker than him.

In other words, according to the level of magic power, the person in front of him is at least above six thousand.

Such a terrifying existence, a little magic circle can't be limited at all, and the reason why he is lying here is because he himself is in a coma.

The internal organs wilted and became a mess, the heart was abnormally shrunk into a small ball, and an external blow could not have caused such a result, more like grabbing the heart on the inside and then pinching it like this.

There was a dull green light attached to the flesh cracks, and the energy that had never been seen before, some of which were biased towards chaotic magic, but it was clear that none of these were any.

Without the support of the source, all the magic will dissipate.

This thing has been around for a while, not only hindering the healing of wounds, but also sucking from his flesh, or more figuratively, they are burning flesh.

This is a symbol of the curse, not a void form, so it is not a standard void curse.

The solemn look became more and more obvious, not because of this curse, but because he could be sure that there was a powerful creature in this undead city.

Each being named a powerful creature starts at around 100,000 levels of mana.

Only in this way can you gain the approval of the Void and have the ability to cast your own curse.

Kuroko, or Anya as it should be called, and another mysterious figure of the Dark Cross Church, the two top floors converge here.

This base doesn't look like it's new, it's supposed to have been left behind from the last search, or it's hidden and reserved, and if not surprising, it's more than that.

Coupled with the existence of this powerful creature, the sudden break of the Oro Empire, and the dark curtain of the empire exposed by the little man of Lance at the beginning, it is completely possible to weave a set plan full of surprises.

Because Baron Lear was arrested, this plan had to be advanced, and there were some situations, or problems with the magic array, so Anya came.

The Oro Empire tore the covenant and pulled the Empire's attention.

Once again, his gaze fell on the resting one, who looked closer to a skeleton than before, and it was clear that this powerful creature had not yet been successfully shaped, otherwise it would have been a corpse lying here.

But he may know some of the details.

There are two ways to lift a curse from a powerful creature, one is stronger than it, which is obviously impossible, and the other is ............

"Dididi!"

A shrill warning voice pierced the mind, and a mechanical alarm came from the top of the hanging, "There is a serious death leak in the laboratory!, please evacuate as soon as possible!"

"Evacuate as soon as possible!"

As the mechanical sound died down, the lights went out.

In the darkness, Lance could clearly see that wisps of gray aura seeped in from all directions, blocking all ways out, and at the same time, the coldness from death began to spread.

It's a terrifying breath that can be deadly, for a life.

................................................

Looking at the laboratory, which had been submerged in a thick gray mist, a smile finally appeared.

No residual breath of life was perceived.

This trouble is gone.

"Doro, you're doing a great job, and I'll tell Lord Moro about your performance. ”

The figure with his back to him did not give a corresponding answer.

"Doro?"

With a slight push, when he fell to the ground, he could clearly see a magic rune imprinted on the door, restraining his body while also making him completely lose the ability to think.

Extreme panic and nervousness took over the face, looking frantically, not seeing the face he wanted to see, unconsciously trembling hands waving wildly, "I'm Lord Morrow's ............"

The voice stopped abruptly, like a duck pinched by the neck, and the same dim runes crowded out under the hideous face in the face of death.

The eternal darkness has come.