"It's been a long time since I've seen a big scene like this. Sandru struggled to find his footing in the corpse grove and walked forward step by step.

It is a valley between two hills. Dense corpses filled almost every ground in the valley, and the smell of blood seemed to condense the air in the valley into a huge solid, and it was impossible to breathe smoothly inside.

These were the corpses of Imperial soldiers, and it was clear from the marks on the corpses that they had been killed in battle, but there were no signs of other enemies here.

Bishop Ronis's face was ugly, his candle-like eyes scanning the corpse, and he silently followed Sandru. He was wearing an ordinary monk's robe, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

In the middle of the valley there was a protruding rock, on which a man in a red robe was squatting, placing something. When he saw Sandru and Bishop Ronis approaching, he immediately stood up and stepped forward.

"After more than 20 years of separation, I am really pleased to see that the spirit of the two teachers is still so strong, and the students. The red-robed man bowed to Sandru and Bishop Ronis. "Because I didn't expect this army to move so fast, the position of the teleportation magic array is a little off, and the two teachers are still tired, I'm really sorry. ”

"You killed these people?" asked Bishop Ronis, staring at the red-robed man.

"Yes. The red-robed man replied respectfully. "They were assigned to that orc castle in the north to scout and harass. Anyway, it's a dead end, so it's better to die here to avoid them suffering more from rushing around and killing. I took their captain and asked him to bring the party in and cast illusions here to make them kill each other. It is also much better to die at the hands of one's own people than to be ravaged by those orcs. ”

Sandru looked at the red-robed man covering his face and asked, "What's wrong with your face?" ”

The red-robed man stretched out his hand as dry as a chicken claw and removed the robe covering his face, revealing a very ordinary face, his mouth to his jaw without muscle or skin, revealing teeth and bones as gray as the corner of the toilet and sinew attached to it like dead grass. He showed a half-wry smile with that half of his face: "The student was not well cared for, and someone damaged the mask that Teacher Sandru specially made for me." But it's also Mr. Sandru's student who damaged this mask, so he should be my junior brother, right?"

Sandru thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Not my student..... at least Asa never called him teacher.

The red-robed man said, "But I see that he is wearing the robe of the Ghost King that you have taken with me, and that his exposed parts are not harmed by my magic, which is the protective effect of the Robe of the Ghost King that only those who have practiced True Meditation can fully use..... You took the True Meditation more than twenty years ago, how can you practice it if you weren't a student?"

Bishop Ronis turned his head to look at Sandru, who pretended not to see.

"He's not your student..... Is it your son?" asked the red-robed man. "Not long ago, the student hurt him when he had no choice, and I hope the teacher will not be surprised. ”

Sandru shook his head and said, "No...... He's my student...", he couldn't tell, but he admitted it.

"That's a very energetic young man, no wonder the teachers are also very fond of him. I hurt him, but he fell into the sunwell, and he should be fine. ”

Bishop Ronis frowned and said, "Did you do everything possible to send someone to send us two teleportation scrolls so that we could come and talk to you about this nonsense?"

"Of course not. Two teachers, please look over there. He stretched out his hand to the rock where he was squatting, and there was an emerald green leaf in the center of the magic circle drawn on the rock, and the smell of corpses in the valley could not hide that the leaves were exuding vitality.

"I want to use the power of two teachers to perform a magical ritual that has never been done before. The red-robed man's voice changed, and although it was still hoarse and strange, it was aroused. "With the life force of the leaves of the World Tree as the core, use the corpses here to create a magical lifeform. It will be the most powerful creature of all time. The completely different mana of the three of me and my teacher can be combined around the life force of the leaves of the World Tree, and the cycle repeats itself. In particular, with the power of the leaves of the World Tree, you can also use the legendary white magic, the resurrection technique. ”

"Oh?" Sandru's eyes widened.

"This magical ritual can surpass even the power of the ancient gods. It would be the highest level of magic, a testimony of humanity's challenge to the Creator, and the greatest work of art. This great feat will be carried out by the strongest magicians in our three continents. The red-robed man's voice became more hoarse and strange with excitement. Sandru seemed to be infected by his emotions, and his eyes began to flash with a strange fiery brilliance.

"Do you think I'll say yes?" Bishop Ronis's voice was as cold as a basin of ice water.

"I want to ask the teacher to make good on that promise twenty-three years ago. Do me a favor...."

"I only remember promising a student named Vidnian that I would do my best to grant her a wish, but before I could do so, she was gone....." Bishop Ronis's voice seemed strange with memories and emotion, and turned into a kind of disgusted determination. "But I never remember saying anything to a monster like a lich. He turned and walked back the way he came.

"Can the teacher bear to watch countless ordinary people die tragically and countless towns and villages be destroyed?" shouted the red-robed man in a hoarse voice.

"What do you mean?" Bishop Ronis stopped and turned. The pair of eyes on the thin face shone as if there were two flames burning inside.

The red-robed man said: "The students never dare to threaten the teacher, they just want to remind the teacher." If this magical ritual were to be performed in this wild place, the students would be assured that innocent civilians would not be harmed. If the teacher insists on refusing, the student will naturally not dare to force it. The only way to do that is to give this World Tree leaf to the rest of the guild and how they are going to use it..... I'm sure the teacher can guess what the consequences are. ”

Bishop Ronis did not speak, and the light in his eyes flickered, and finally walked back silently.

"The kindness of the teacher will always be remembered by the students. The red-robed man bowed to the ground. Bishop Ronis did not answer her.

The red-robed man said, "This ritual is based on the magic of Mr. Sandru. Only your 'Living Corpse' will be able to fully activate and synchronize the energy of these corpses. First of all, please turn these corpses into living corpses as much as possible, and then concentrate on the magic circle. Then I use my magic to coincide with your mana and maintain it. Last but not least, Mr. Ronis, you need to use the resurrection technique with the life force of the leaves of the World Tree to unify all your mana into a single living whole. Although the resurrection technique is only a theoretical spell, with the vitality of the leaves of the World Tree and the white magic cultivation of the teacher himself, this must be no problem. ”

"Is this really possible?" Sandru asked, frowning. "Never before has there ever been a magic ritual like this. Will this magic circle you drew in a hurry really work?"

The red-robed man said, "I like the sentence you once taught me the most: 'Learning from those who have come before you is for transcendence, not for repetition.'" 'I've been working on this magic for over a decade, and I've been wondering what it would be like if our three strongest magic users could fuse our completely disparate mana. It wasn't until two years ago that I finished researching this magic array, and after getting this World Tree leaf, I went to study its own power. I'm sure the magic is absolutely doable. ”

"Alright, let's get started. Sandru listened with a little eagerness. He raised his hands and slowly began to chant the incantation. A blue-white light began to dance between his hands, then shone on the corpses around him.

The corpses in the valley slowly began to squirm. At first it was just one or two slowly standing up, and then gradually more and more. In the end, hundreds of corpses stood up on their own from pools of blood.

At first, the corpses were slow and stiff, but as Sandru chanted incantations, the movements became more and more flexible and soft, as if they were still alive. The corpses began to pounce on the leaves of the World Tree on the rocks, and the corpses continued to overlap each other, accumulating higher and higher as the corpses accumulated. The corpses behind them became more and more agile in their movements, and they even began to leap and climb like apes, and the other corpses continued to accumulate to a high place, forming a mountain of corpses.

As the corpses continued to accumulate, Sandru began to show a struggling expression, and his raised hands began to tremble slightly. After all, this is the manipulation of hundreds of corpses.

The red-robed man also began to chant his magic: "O dark dragon sleeping in the cracks of time, please revive your soul from ancient memories, I call you in the name of darkness and destruction, please show your power in this world." ”

As in the Forest of Whispers, visions of a cyan dragon began to condense in the air. The difference is that this time the illusion is clearer, as if it is a real tangible and qualitative object. The dragon's position was not in the red-robed man's, but coincided with the mountain where the corpses had accumulated, and the corpses were changing positions with the dragon's illusion range. The dragon didn't open its mouth to breathe flames, just stood there silently.

"Mr. Ronis, it's your turn. The red-robed man shouted, but Bishop Ronis did not move.

"Teacher, please use the resurrection technique. The red-robed man's voice began to tremble, and Sandru's hands trembled even more. Bishop Ronis did not move, only stared at the corpse and the illusion of the dragon in a daze.

"Teacher, I can't control it. The red-robed man's body began to tremble. The dragon's visions began to slowly raise their heads, inhaling. A violent wind sounded in the valley, and the air began to condense towards the dragon. Spells that maintain the movement are an unimaginable burden for any caster, depleting both physically and mentally.

Sandru's body began to shake violently, and blood began to spill from the corners of his mouth, and the blood flowed down his beard, and was sucked towards the dragon by the fierce wind of the valley on the way. The red-robed man's body was like a dead leaf that would be torn apart at any time in the wind, and the sound of bones hitting each other was made from the shaking body. She shouted in a voice that was already hard to hear: "Teacher, if you don't make a move, we will all die." ”

The dragon's head had risen upward, and the wind had fallen silent.

"O Great Mother of Life, please use the hand that gives life to all things to caress the dead things that are looking forward to life, and let the lost souls return. Bishop Ronis finally reached out. A pure white cross-shaped curtain of light descended from the sky, spilling down on the dragon's body.

The dragon's movements stopped, and hundreds of corpses glowed white in the white light, and began to wriggle like a bunch of giant worms, gradually merging with each other, and finally becoming completely one with the dragon's vision.

Sandru and the red-robed man fell to the ground at the same time, as if their bodies had been completely emptied. Bishop Ronis stepped forward and reached out and pressed on Sandru's body to use the recovery magic, and Sandru slowly stood up.

A murky roar that could not have been made by any creature resounded through the sky, and the dragon gathered by hundreds of corpses moved on its own. The corpses' clothes, armor, and weapons could be seen scattered like scales everywhere on his body, and blood and internal organs dripping from his body from time to time.

The red-robed man was still lying on the ground limp and paralyzed, his empty eyes emitting all the remaining brilliance in his body, looking at the behemoth formed by the corpse and muttering, "It's beautiful....."

The corpse dragon shook its body, confirmed its presence, and raised its head as if celebrating its birth.

Sandru hurriedly dragged the red-robed man to his side, and then worked together with Bishop Ronis to prop up a spherical magical barrier.

The dark green flames erupted from the corpse dragon's bowed head filled every part of the valley. When the flames cleared, everything was gone, and even the rock walls on either side were cut in half. The corpse dragon took a step and moved its massive body out of the valley, which had been completely transformed.

The red-robed man lying on the ground shouted weakly but excitedly, "See, this is the real Dark Dragon. It's not an illusion created by magic, it's something real, a miracle that even the Creator can't create. It is a masterpiece of magic, the highest manifestation of wisdom, and evidence of man's victory over God. ”

Sandru looked at the corpse dragon in horror, shook his head slowly, and said, "This is indeed a masterpiece of magical wisdom, but now I regret it a little." It doesn't seem to be something we can control. ”