The deserted warehouse in the middle of the wilderness was deserted, and the Black Dodge was quietly parked in front of the gate.

The black-haired Grim Reaper sat in the passenger seat, communicating the current situation with the other Grim Reapers' in the United States in a way that the Grim Reapers' unique methods of communication, while scanning the surroundings to be alert to possible enemies.

There was a faint sound of a sneaky spell in her ears, which made her eyes unconsciously look into the warehouse, but unfortunately, the door was completely closed at the moment, and she couldn't see what was happening.

But Tessa, who has seen it once, can still guess how.

"If we also learn this way of sacrifice......" Tessa couldn't help but think about the strange incantation, but then the thought was forgotten by her.

"What was I thinking? The Grim Reaper is the guardian of the order of death, not the destroyer or exploiter. ”

Thinking like this, she unconsciously showed a wry smile.

"It's just that everything is different from the original......"

After the Demon Gate incident, it is impossible for Heaven and Hell not to know that the people who devoured a large number of demons are related to death.

Although they wouldn't be able to deal with the Grim Reaper because of their special status, a bit of trouble was certainly necessary.

……

Outside, the Grim Reaper was worried, and the Charles in the warehouse was constantly busy.

The brush was stained with blood, and he skillfully carved the magic array required for the promotion ceremony on the ground, and skillfully arranged the skull and phalanges.

After waiting for a while, Fu skillfully disemboweled the target, holding his heart in both hands.

The incantation began incessantly, and the young man in the warehouse went about his own business, no matter how much the target whimpered.

And when the ten shadows of death were dragged out of the skull on the ground, the female demon's "shouting" became even more intense.

She seemed to be faintly aware of her fate.

It's just that because of the many seals on her body, no matter how violently she reacts, she can't move a little, so she can only be restrained in the chair.

Charles ignored her reaction, his heart beating incessantly in the green light, blood gushing rhythmically from the broken veins, cascading down his arm, soaking his white clothes.

Eventually, when the spell ended and the time was approaching, he slammed his heart into the target in the magic circle!

The ten gray shadows of death immediately shifted their gaze, and the female demon who was bound in the ritual shivered inexplicably.

Immediately, the gray mist burst out from the magic array on the ground, enveloping her and Charles in an instant.

At this moment, the shuttle door arrived at the right time, and the feeling of hanging under the feet hit as a result.

……

The feeling of reversing time and space was already very familiar, and it was dark in front of him, and when Charles reacted, the surroundings had changed drastically.

Gray clouds swirled all around, and the sky overhead was deep and dark.

Charles sat on a cold black iron seat, with a step-by-step staircase at his feet, the black stone structure that reminded Charles of some hapless being.

The staircase was surrounded by mist, and below it was a vast scorched earth plain, from which everything seemed so small, whether it was the dry bones of the plain or the scorched earth bulging directly below the chairs.

The gray clouds around the chair slightly obscured the view, and when I turned my head to look, behind the chair, a step-by-step staircase was faintly emerging under the sea of clouds and mist.

Unlike the one at Charr's feet, this staircase looked like a black mist with faint traces of crimson flames faintly flashing in it, making people subconsciously think of the word hellfire.

"Dagon?"

Seeing the staircase of smoke leading to the deeper sky above, Charles was a little scared if the thing would make him fall halfway.

However, this scenario seems unlikely.

The Shire, with their multiple memories, are not all that strange to the place - as strange as it may seem, there is really not much to explore here.

So he rose from the icy Black Iron Throne and followed the blackstone path on his left hand side into the staircase of mist.

A unique sense of energy attachment then emerged in the bottom of my heart, just like last time, I could only faintly detect it, but I couldn't find it, and it seemed plausible.

As he continued to walk upwards, the special sense of attachment grew, and Charles vaguely knew that this was actually the testimony of his will, and he was "evolving" himself step by step, rather than absorbing something.

"It's like you're increasing your life authority step by step." Based on the memory of the bandage man, he came to this rather modern conclusion.

……

As he walked, the gray clouds around him grew deeper, and eventually, by the time Charles had finished the staircase, it was completely surrounded by deep black.

The deep black that fills the entire line of sight is still rippling and churning like a mist, but it is a little deeper and more textured than the gray clouds below. It's like the damp black soil hidden beneath the dirt.

Looking down, he couldn't see the vast scorched earth plain below, nor could he see the huge monster figure, at this time, up and down, left and right, and even the staircase road behind, were all surrounded by black.

The black smoke staircase shone faintly in the light of the fire, and the road slowly spread to the end. As expected, there was a seat, a seat made of white bones and surrounded by black mist!

The chair is gray and white, the back of the chair is made of ribs, and the armrests on both sides are decorated with rounded skulls, and the two pairs of empty eyes are now quietly watching the comer on the stairs, grinning as if they are making a silent welcome.

Seeing this pale chair that seemed to be hidden in the deepest part of the darkness, Charles's first thought was that he must be panicking when he sat on it, and the second was-

"The Throne of the Corpse is a pile of rotten bones, and the Throne of the Rotting Corpse is a pile of human organs and limbs, which are all dead things...... So what would be the sixth level of the Living Corpse Throne? ”

It's disgusting and scary to think about, but it's unavoidable.

After a few glances, Charles no longer hesitated, walked up to the chair and sat down.

Unlike the cold feeling of the previous chair, what he endured after sitting on it this time was a unique burning sensation.

The sensation crept out from under the bony throne and gradually rippled through the body.

Under the influence of this force, the already strong spirit body has increased a little, but compared to the spirit body of Charles at the moment, this heavy increase can only be said to be very small at the moment.

At the same time, a unique feeling of coolness inexplicably emerged from his forehead, from top to bottom, colliding with the scorching heat.

This is the power of fate, and Charles is vaguely aware of it.

The two forces eventually merge together, and all feelings dissipate.

A few hints emerged from Charles's eyes.

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[You have successfully stepped into the Necromancer's Corpse Throne level, and your spirituality has been enhanced]

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[Your spirit level has changed permanently]

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[Your talent for mastering the night has changed, and when the night you summoned comes, the dead corpses in the shroud will revive on their own]

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[Your psychic card talent has changed, and you can now control sealed spirits to a certain extent]

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[Your Destiny Card Talent has changed, and you can slightly affect the target Destiny at the moment]