"Witchcraft?"

"Cursed arts?"

"Or is it an army of the undead formed by the Ghoul Transformation?"

"What is my greatest power?"

Dressed in tattered black robes, Yadenos was followed by a dozen miscellaneous soldiers who had been transformed into ordinary ghouls, crossing the swamps of the Fairy Mountains, these were just some hunters and farmers who entered the rotten swamp to hunt or strayed into it, and could only transform the ordinary ghouls of the city, and there was no way to transform the city's death knights, let alone king-level ghouls with extraordinary strength.

Although his spiritual power has awakened to the point of becoming a third-level wizard, he has lost his blood witchcraft, lost his huge army of undead, and lost his king-level ghoul, but at this moment, on the contrary, he has reached the extreme of weakness in power.

The bone palm stepped on the vines, the sewage in the swamp forest splashed a lot, and the skeletal head under the cloak suddenly looked underwater, and through the shimmering water lines, he suddenly noticed the jumping fire in his eyes, and the miserable green flames flickered, as if with the joy of life.

"What is this?"

Adenos suddenly realized that since he got up from the grave, he hadn't paid attention to the fire in his brain, and he didn't understand how the fire was formed, what it was?

Ardnos lowered his head and squatted on the surface of the swamp forest, only then did he notice that his life form had undergone the most magical change in this world, and his consciousness structure was very different from that of mortals.

"This is the soul? Why is it in the form of flames, some of them are like the form of the Philosopher's Stone, why does this change occur, the Philosopher's Stone is a variant of magic power, is there any inevitable connection between magic, the Philosopher's Stone, and the soul? ”

It seemed that Ardnos had discovered a key secret, and he seemed to be able to feel that if he could break this secret, he would be able to discover and grasp the most fundamental and powerful power in this world.

Adenos pointed his finger on his forehead, and immediately saw the soul fire in his skeleton's eyes flickering, tearing out little by little, as if tearing his own soul.

At this time, he felt that his soul was burning, and his soul fire did not reach the complete soul structure of a fourth-level wizard, it was missing and flawed, or in other words, the structure of the soul fire was originally a wrong evolutionary route and mutant compared to the soul structure.

"Do you have less than a decade to live?"

Yadenos only then discovered that his soul fire power can only maintain its burning for less than ten years, and after ten years, the soul fire will automatically extinguish, and Yadenos will die, but in the same way, the mutated soul fire has a power far beyond that of ordinary souls, that is, its powerful devouring power.

It can devour and transform the consciousness and soul of others, transform it into its own nutrients, extreme power, burn itself and ignite others, just like its flame-like form and name, hurting both others and itself!

However, Adenos did not feel fear at all, but felt a burst of longing and power from the soul constantly surging up, which was far more powerful than the previous Adenos, and it was a power involving the origin of the soul, which belonged to the gods.

"This is the power of the Origin of Death!"

"I've discovered the truth of the world!"

Ardnos fell to his knees in the filthy pool, his excited hands touching his face, and feeling the soul fire in his eyes, as if he could feel the warmth of his soul burning.

"Hahahaha!"

A shrill laugh, like the screak of an old door shut, Adenos grinned as he grinned as he held his cheeks, his bare white teeth pounding up and down.

"Luckily, I'm such a lucky one!"

"I will bring this honor of death to everyone in the world, so that everyone can feel its beauty!"

"It's so interesting, it's so wonderful!"

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Nestled in the vast caverns of the snowy peaks of the Fairy Mountains, the black dragon Giscard is an outlier of a dragon, a dragon raised by humans and loyal to its master, Rooney Ifos.

This is unimaginable for the evil and greedy black dragon, the greed and fickleness engraved in its genes and bones, as if here in Giska, there has been a mutation, and for other dragons, it is simply a shame among the black dragons.

The black dragon lies on the hard and cold ice and snow, and in the depths of the cave, you can see an ice coffin, in which the ice is sealed with the body of a white-haired old man, with a golden mask on his face, it is the founder of the Golden Rose Kingdom, the dragon rider king who destroyed the Luman Kingdom and replaced it, the legendary god Rooney.

He had been brought here by Giscard since he died in the Sumerian Plains ten years ago and was shot through the head by Del Medidi, the princess of the Holy Seville Empire.

Giska only thinks about guarding her master's corpse, perhaps because she is not very smart by nature, so she can't think too much about things.

Giska took a nap, turned his head to look at Rooney's ice coffin, his huge eyes blinked and twisted back, and then licked his wounds, the damage caused to his body by Adenos's curse spell, according to the dragon's powerful recovery power, should have been recovered long ago, but there is a strange power that is blocking the healing of the wound.

The black dragon Giska had never seen such a strange creature, it knew about the existence of wizards, it had seen all kinds of magical beasts with extraordinary powers, priests with divine powers, and even fought with Templars on the battlefield, but it had never seen a skeleton shelf still move.

"That damn skeleton, I'm going to twist his skull off next time!"

The black dragon Giska let out an angry dragon roar while licking his wounds, and at this time, there was a sudden movement outside, and a huge fireball landed from the outside, shuttling directly into the dragon's lair.

The fierce flames and light instantly illuminated the entire cave, and the black dragon Giska reacted in an instant, and a blow to the dragon's breath instantly blocked the fireball, and the two flames hedged, instantly melting a large area of ice and snow, forming a ring of fire that spread out, and after the black dragon Giska withdrew the dragon's breath, he spread his wings and rushed out in anger.

"This power, this breath, damn it, it's you again!"

"This time I'm going to let you know the wrath of the Black Dragon Giska!"

The giant dragon rushed out of the Ice Peak Dragon's Lair, instantly spread its wings, and rushed into the sky, and immediately saw the black-robed figure in the distance, its black robe, in the white ice and snow, like a fly falling into the broth, was particularly conspicuous.