"Could it be that Dia Valley is all unscrupulous? He could have killed you just now. Talis took her sword and the crystal back in her hand. She could now tell that Asa was actually treating the old man. But in that case, if Asa had poured out of his hands not magic but fighting energy, the old man could have been shattered in an instant.

"It's you who don't know what to do, little girl, what the church fool lacks most is judgment. It's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't dare. Even if he could kill me, I promise you won't live. Shante glanced at Asa and sighed. "To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be able to control me so quickly. You've practiced True Meditation for so many years, and I'm not as good as you, a hairy boy. ”

"But as you say, I can restrain you, and I dare not kill you. Asa replied.

He could indeed kill this old man at any time just now. No matter how strong a magician is. Being caught off guard at this distance is not much different from a chicken. However, Asa also knew that as soon as the old man died, all the human organs, corpses, and perhaps the countless corpses buried outside in the room would immediately enter together, and there would be a corpse explosion. Even if Asa could barely die, Talis and Aimeh would never be able to bear it.

"This disease should be caused by the forced practice of true meditation, and the forced practice did not die, but only half died. Old Mr. Shante's magic skills are truly superior. Asa smiled and looked at Shante on the bed. He had already learned from Granny El about the old man's stubborn disease, which was almost impossible to cure, but at the same time, Asa, who practiced True Meditation, still had an endless supply of vitality in the body of the World Tree, and he was the only one who could cure this disease.

"Are you complimenting me or laughing at me?" Shante sat up straight, and couldn't help but sigh. "These throats and lungs have tormented me for more than thirty years, and so many times I have been so eager to take them out and throw them away, I have almost forgotten what it feels like to speak. Even if you're not well-intentioned. I still have to thank you. After a pause, he added that I had forgotten what it was like to thank people, and the last time was probably forty or fifty years ago, right?"

"The old gentleman agrees with us....." Ai Yimei asked cautiously. The sight of the corpses in the whole room coming to life just now frightened her.

Shante still shook his head, without the slightest hesitation: "No, this is the rule left by Archibald, this path can only be walked by the acting guildmaster, and this is the place that the acting guildmaster who has practiced the meditation of truth can go." Although you have practiced True Meditation, you are not the Acting Chief, and I cannot let you pass. Even the girl from Aegrenelle, I didn't allow her to pass back then. She went the other way by herself. ”

"So what the hell are you going to do to get us through? Talis said coldly.

"No conditions, I won't let you pass. Shante coughed lightly again, and the conversation returned to its original state.

"Or you kill me, and you can pass. ”

Asa sighed deeply and stopped talking. From his bosom he took out the small pouch containing the hilt of the jet black star. Shante's eyes lit up when he saw this pocket, and then even more cloudy. He didn't speak either. Asa untied his pocket and reached out to remove the hilt of his sword from the water of the Sunwell. Although the aura had been subdued under the effect of the ring, the entire room was suddenly completely enveloped by the unique dark and dim aura.

It seems to be an illusion, and the limbs, organs, and corpses that were once alive just now have been rejuvenated under the effect of this breath. They were still not moving, but they were breathing and screaming silently.

Talis felt goosebumps wrinkle her skin all over her body. Aiyime curled up in her arms and staggered. Her physique couldn't withstand the breath at all.

"I'm not the acting guildmaster, but I have this, can you let me through?" Asa gripped the hilt of the Black Star's sword, his voice seemingly changing.

Shante didn't speak. His eyes narrowed, and the contents were mixed up like a pool of sewage, with strange fluctuations and flashes from time to time. It's like bubbles coming out of the depths of the mud of memory. He could see very clearly that this person did not have the slightest fighting spirit or magic in his hands, and he was indeed holding this sword hilt with **. And this is a person who has successfully practiced true meditation. After a long silence, he spoke slowly, "You have practiced the Meditation of Truth, and you can use the hilt of the Dark Star, even if you are not the acting guildmaster of Dia Valley, you are better than the acting guildmaster. ”

"Archibald has said that the earthlings who can practice true meditation and lift up the dark stars will be the king of the necromancy, and that all necromancers should submit to him and join him in changing the world. Although this is only the hilt of the sword, you are indeed the one who has met this requirement for the first time in five hundred years. You are qualified to be the Lord of the Necromancy, and the Acting Guild Master of Dia Valley is just a predetermined position to become the King of the Necromancy, and I should submit to you. ”

"I don't need your submission, as long as you give way. Asa said. His voice had become dull and distant, and his eyes had completely dimmed, and there was not the slightest luster in it, as if it were as black as the black mist emitted by the pitch-black star. He was desperately suppressing the killing intent that was constantly surging in his body, and the profound killing intent that was as strong as this breath was not aimed at the old man in front of him, but at everything, including Talis and Ai Yimei behind him.

It's not the kind of killing intent with hostility, he doesn't have hostility towards anyone or anything, he only has killing intent, or death intent.

"If he won't let you go anyway, take the hilt of this dark star in front of him. That's for any

Necromancers are irresistible authorities. But..... Unless there's really no way to do it, it's better not to do it.," Granny El said to Asa when she told him that she was here.

Asa really can't get his hands dirty. He could feel that the old man in front of him might be close to Sandru's level, not higher, even at such a close distance, he already had an advantage, and the chances of winning were not more than half, and the key thing was that there were also Talis and Aimee here, they couldn't afford the impact of the two of them. So he had to use the last resort that Granny El had told him. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the result of fully holding the hilt of the sword would be like this, unlike in Granny El's, they didn't just touch, but completely grasped the dark star.

The endless breath of the hilt of the sword kept pouring into his consciousness. Echoing it is the **, impulse, and death that diffuse from the body, from the deepest part of consciousness.

Die. Go to hell. The result of life is to die. Everything that seeks to survive is nothing but death, what is gained will eventually be lost, what grows will be destroyed, no matter what it is, it is death in the end, any life is formed by the accumulation of countless deaths, life is death, death is peace, death is rest, it is peace, it is eternity, it is eternity, the eternal cradle of everything, it is the ultimate belonging, it is the ultimate goal of all paths, death is irresistible, there is no need to resist, resistance is pain, torture is futility, only acceptance is peace, it is the right path, it is fate......"

Even the mind has automatically emerged with these countless thoughts related to death and making people die, the impulse in the body, ** is to die, that is every cell, the most subtle sensation automatically exudes is the origin that has been hidden in the depths of the soul inside the body. Now I'm just being moved by this breath.

Shante stepped down from the tattered little plank bed and struggled to move it away. Below there was a huge slate Shante waved his hand and chanted a spell, and the slate made a dull grinding sound that opened itself, revealing a pitch-black passage below. "The way is here, go. Shante seemed to be overexerting himself and coughed again.

Where to go? To die? Ah Jie didn't move, he just had this thought in his mind, yes, not all of them died, they were so tired, or they were going to die, and everyone was going to die......

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.... I don't want to die.... I don't want to... This other instinctive voice was gradually drowned in the external, internal thoughts of endless death.

Shante coughed twice, looked at Asa who was still and stood still, saw the layer of black that was gradually thickening in his eyes, and also felt the aura that began to permeate his body. He was also a practitioner of true meditation, and had been with the dark artifact for decades in the Valley of Dia, and he could feel it, and he knew what was going on, so his wrinkled face was a bit like a bat

's ugly face is showing a wry smile.

The dark aura was no longer emanating from the hilt of the sword, but had begun to emanate from Asa's body, and it seemed that because of the passage through his body, the aura was stronger and thicker.

A commotion rang out in the room. There seems to be one outside the house, and it's bigger. I don't know if everyone was hallucinating at the same time, but the corpses were cheering, cheering and jumping in this ever-permeating aura. It's their breath: "What are you going to do? ”

Suddenly, a voice rang out, breaking the silence as unbearable as death. The voice was high-pitched and loud, full of energy and emotion, like a bolt of lightning splitting a hole in this dense and deathly aura.