My soul fire is beating violently, yes, there is a lot of living breath around me, this should have made my soul fire violent and abnormal, but it makes me very peaceful, I can even leave the energy I need, and filter out the negative energy, why? No one can answer for more than ten years, but today it seems that I can finally touch the margin, it's very encouraging, isn't it?

"There are two kinds of necromancers in this world, similar to our pastors, necromancers and priests are the two sides of the same mirror, in fact, if the priest learns the extreme, he will naturally transform into a necromancer, and the necromancer will also become a priest when he learns the extreme, which I found in the vast history of the church, such as the ancient dark necromancer Caesar. Skrt looked at it with a smile.

I raised my eyebrows, but immediately I thought that I was still wearing a hood, and he couldn't see the expression on my face, so I took off the hood, and his eyebrows were also raised and said, "Your image is different from what I imagined, I didn't expect you to look good!"

"Looks like you've disappointed!" I said, smiling.

"No, the way you look makes me feel good, and it confirms my thoughts!" Skart looked at me with the same smile.

"What?"

"Take your time, let's continue the topic just now, Julius Caesar once summoned an army of a million necromancy, sweeping across the continent of Europa, but when he was in the middle of the day, he dispersed his army of millions and disappeared into the vast sea of people, no one knows where he went, some people say he is dead, others say he is still alive, just self-exiled, but no one knows the exact news of him. Holding on to the trunk of a tree, Skart looked out at the camp at the foot of the mountain, and who knew he was talking about the greatest secret fortune of a distant continent.

"And me!" Skrt raised his head, his eyes were like gods, and he slanted down at the minions in the camp in the distance: "I know where Julius Caesar will end up!"

I thought I should cooperate with him at this point, so I asked, "So, where did that Julius Caesar end up?"

"Hello, in the annals of our Church, Julius Caesar disbanded his army and brought only one of his necromantic servants to the Emperor of Asia, who founded the Assyrian Cult of God, and he himself was the first pope!" Skert's eyes did not know which star in the sky was on.

"That's not right, isn't it? With my little historical knowledge of a necromantic creature, wasn't the first pope Surinamese? he must have been eighty years old when he founded the Assyrian Church?" I just asked.

"Haha, your reaction shows that you are very close to a human, and you already have the curiosity of a human. The Pope of Suriname once said that no matter how long I lived, even if it was 200 years, when I converted to my faith, it was when I was born, and I realized what my faith was eighty years ago, so I am eighty years old!" "What Skrt said surprised me, I really didn't expect the church to have such a secret.

"Your surprise shows that you are very, very close to a human being, and you are only one small opportunity away from becoming a human being, and where is this opportunity? Sketer's words made me very eager to ask how I could find this opportunity, but he was obviously reluctant to talk to me about it.

"Although the Pope of Suriname did not make any more significant contribution other than the establishment of the Assyrian Cult, he created a system of priests, a system of life, and it's funny, who would believe that a necromancer who studied death started a church that studied life?"

Yes, Skrit's words really make me unbelievable, a person who studies life, but a person who plays death to the peak, who would believe it?

"Don't talk about you, I don't believe it, if it weren't for the fact that the name of the historical book I read is 'The Pope of Suriname', even I wouldn't believe it, and it is precisely because of this book that I made up my mind that I want to become a combat priest, you must be curious to know why, right?" Skart looked at me, his eyes shining with fanatical light, and I nodded involuntarily.

"The Pope of Suriname said at the end of his autobiography: 'Young pastor, if you want to know the true meaning of a priest, please understand death first!' And the war pastor is precisely the group of people in the church who know death best, and I am determined to be the one who really understands the profession of pastor, so I became a combat priest, and you, as a living, living and rational undead creature, you are my best research object, so, let me follow you, study you, I believe you also have a lot of doubts, let's solve those mysteries together?" Skate's words were so contemptuous that I couldn't help but nod my head again.

He looked at me with a smile, as if he had known that this would be the result, which made me really speechless, I had become a guinea pig, but I was ...... Uh, it was, there was a voice in the deepest part of my soul that told me that I used to be a human being, so I have a lot of human manifestations now, and those are my past memories, but these are my own words, I really can't tell, I need someone to explain my doubts, this Skrt seems to know a lot, maybe he can make me understand a lot of things.

I stretched out my hand, ready to shake his hand, I don't know where this etiquette came from, but I just stretched out so naturally, and Skrt looked at me, then at my outstretched hand, thought about it suspiciously, also reached out and shook my hand, and then said: "It seems so, this is the etiquette on the side of the Europa continent, how can you?"

"I don't know, I just know that this is a ritual that comes back from my soul fire, and there are so many inexplicable things in my soul fire, I need you to help me!" I said to Skert, pointing to my head.

"I'll do my best to help you. Skart nodded in agreement, then turned his head to the camp at the foot of the mountain and said, "It's time for us to watch the show, and the show is starting over there!"

I turned my head to look, a group of black shadows jumped up from the snow, cautiously sneaked into the camp, the fierce battle did not happen at the first time, but some military people called those car drivers one by one, secretly withdrew from the camp, and the Feiteng people did not pay attention, finally, a Feiteng mercenary who got up at night found out that something was wrong, and a loud shout echoed over the camp: "Enemy attack!"