Eric was in a hurry in his office. From time to time he walked up to the window and looked at the huge dome of the Parliamentary Building.

Hundreds of members of Congress are meeting there to consider and vote on impeachment bills proposed by bankers.

The reason for the incident is that Eric had vouched for his proud disciple Sandru, and successively borrowed four million gold coins from the Holy Light Island to declare war on Wilma, the undead lord who invaded the continent of Dia, and transformed all the graveyards of the dead into human castles suitable for human habitation.

The problem now is that after Sandru eliminated Wilma, not only did not a single city be renovated, but he even brazenly launched a war against the Duke of Elares, an alliance!

When Duke Elares' letter of complaint and plea for help arrived on the island of Light, the inhabitants of the island of Light were in an uproar. Bankers dominated the world of public opinion, and Eric's many wrongs eventually sparked protests from residents across the city, and hundreds of thousands of people are now gathered in the square in front of the Capitol.

Eric knew that these people were being seduced and supported by the bankers. Not only did they provide food and drink for the protesters free of charge, but even everyone who participated in the demonstrations received a loss of work payment from the bankers.

Their goal is clear, that is, to overthrow Eric at all costs! Who made Eric disobedient, and even chose to be the banker's enemy!

Eric is now chagrined. The first is to regret that he was soft and did not completely destroy the huge power of the bankers, and the second is to see the wrong person, but he did not expect that Sandru, who was loyal to him on the surface, would dare to betray him!

Many of the members of the Capitol were single-handedly supported by him, and these people will betray themselves like Sandru?

Eric shook his head. It's like a beggar crouching on a street corner, someone will graciously throw a coin, and someone will throw a stone!

When he saw a large group of running soldiers downstairs, he understood what the result of the congressional vote was. There is no doubt that these people have come to arrest him, and an unfair trial awaits him!

He was very angry! He didn't expect that he had been the chief priest of the Holy Light Island for decades, and he had been working tirelessly and forgetting to sleep and food, and in the end all he got was denial and betrayal!

It is an eternal truth that if the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, if it is piled up on the shore, the flow will be turbulent, and if the person is higher than the man, the others will not be it, which is the unchanging truth through the ages. Maybe many people have long been looking at the lofty position of the chief high priest of Holy Light Island and want to replace him!

When the heavily armed soldiers pushed open the door, only a flickering ball of light remained on the floor of the room.

"He's running away!" the soldiers immediately shouted.

"Find him!" the soldiers searched the courtyard.

Eric's vision flew by like lightning, and the wind in the air blew his clothes fiercely.

Just as the soldiers were about to enter the gate, he used the Space-Time Gate to leave the Isle of Light, and was now on his way back to his territory.

The Gate of Time and Space is a magical earth-based magic that can be used by a skilled earth-based magician to quickly return to any castle on their side, or even return to the city at the same time with an entire army!

But this is not a dimensional gate, which is the highest spell in air magic.

The world has experienced thousands of years of baptism of war, and many magical magics have gradually been lost, and there are only a handful of magicians who can master the gate of time and space or the dimensional gate. Many of the continent's magic academies have lost magic scrolls that record these two types of chrono magic, including Blancada's Academy of Magic, the world's top magical shrine!

He must go back at once, gather all the legions loyal to his family, and then sail to Diya to smash the despicable Sandru to pieces in order to restore his damaged reputation!

The necromancer Sandru was at Sosbanda Castle in Dia, muttering incantations in front of a pile of bones taller than the mountain.

Originally a human castle, Sosbandar was transformed into a terrifying graveyard of the dead after the Dark Lord Wilmar captured it. The dark canopy emitted a thick black fog that blocked the warmth and light, leaving only endless cold and darkness.

The castle was filled with countless transparent ghosts, many of which floated around Sandru.

This mountain of bones was originally created by Wilma, and he wanted to use these bones to summon a powerful ghost dragon, but Sandru broke his covenant and suddenly led a large army to fight back, which not only interrupted his research experiments, but also turned him into a ghost.

After Sandru conquered Southbanda, he stumbled upon Wilma's research manuscript and was overjoyed to find it. He immediately raised the mountain of bones a lot higher and began to devote himself to the study.

Legend has it that Bleurion, the god of death, was a human mage who was grieving the loss of his beloved wife and devoted his life to trying to bring her back to life.

There is already a resurrection magic in the fourth-order earth magic, but it can only return the soul to Shang Re's body, and it cannot resurrect the dead body that has already stiffened. Although Bellerion succeeded in turning bones into bone warriors, corpses that had not yet completely decayed into stinking zombies, revenants into ghosts and vampire kings, and summoned the corpse witch king and the terror knight from the corpse pile, and finally summoned the mighty ghost dragon! Consciousness and faith, Bellerion's wife is still a walking skeleton, unable to have a moving voice, unable to have a delicate face, unable to obtain a holy soul, unable to continue that unforgettable love.

Although Bellerion's experiments failed, he created a lot of terrifying dark magic. With corpses and bones by his side, he himself has finally become an immortal undead. The gods of heaven then wanted him to rule the underworld with Hades, the king of Hades, who tortured the souls of those who had committed countless sins in their lifetime, and the graveyard of the dead in Bellerion, which took in the spirits of the undead, who did not do much evil.

But Hades's purgatory was often full of souls, and Bellerien often wandered among the world, harvesting them with a scythe as long as they were on his roster, and then taking them into his dark graveyard.

Alas, there are so many people in hell, why doesn't heaven help to take them in?

"Hey, hey, hey...... Sandru, you won't make it!" an undead spirit floated in front of Sandru, letting out a creepy screech.

Is that Wilma's undead? Sandru grabbed it and roared, "Don't laugh! tell me what to do, or I'll send you to purgatory and make you suffer agony!"

"I'd love to see you fail and be depressed than in purgatory!Sandru, I'm sure it won't be long before you'll be with my ......."

"Get out!" Sandru flicked his sleeves and drove Wilma's undead away.

There are only two ways to obtain the Ghost Dragon, one is to use this evil summoning technique, and the other is to use the artifact of the Heavenly Divine Weapon.

"Almighty Lord of Darkness, please help me!" Sandru knelt down and held out his hands towards the dark canopy.

A hoarse voice came from the dark sky: "Sandru, will you be my loyal servant?"

Sandru prostrated himself on the ground and prostrated himself busily, "Yes, Almighty Lord of Darkness, I am willing to be your faithful servant, and if I harbor a hint of rebellion or a hint of disrespect for you, I am willing to endure endless sufferings of purgatory!"

"Hmm...... I see that you have an evil heart, and I see your loyalty. If you want to be my servant, you must give up your present body, shed the last drop of blood on your body, and make your body cold. I'm going to give you an even more evil appearance, and will you do the same?"

"Yes, I'd love to!"

To be honest, Sandru can also be called a beautiful man, which once made Sandru proud, but if he can turn himself into a true necromancer, he will never hesitate.

Spiritualism was originally a racial skill of the undead, and people of any other race could not learn it, but Sandru learned it. It was when he was young when he went out to practice and met a witch who was studying black magic in a thatched hut in a swamp. The witch caught him in one fell swoop, tied him to a tree, and experimented with him with black magic.

In those unforgettable days, Sandru was not only tortured inhumanly, but also exposed to the dark magic ritual engraved in his mind like a brand, and even made him unwittingly comprehend the evil spiritualism.

Since fate has chosen the path of being a necromancer for itself, let's keep going, and it feels good to be a necromancer......

Let the world tremble under your feet, one is feared by power, and the other is darkness and evil. Sandru wanted to have both.

"Alright then, you climb the Mountain of Bones, it will bring you closer to me. Let your blood flow on those corpses, and you will gain the appearance of evil, and you will also gain the pool of birth of the ghost dragon!"

Sandru stepped on countless bones and finally climbed to the top of that mountain. In the black fog, a blood moon was faintly revealed. He muttered, slicing his carotid artery open with his fingernails. He raised his hands high toward the Blood Moon, letting the blood gush out.

The blood was red, and the flow on the corpse immediately turned an ugly black. The blackness was like a black snake, quickly spreading and swimming in the mountain of bones, including Sandru's flesh.

A terrifying voice came from the sky: "I, the god of darkness, give new life to Sandru in the name of Bellerion!

Countless undead warriors gathered at the foot of the mountain of bones, staring at the top of the mountain with empty eyes.

Countless unjust spirits floated near the mountain of bones, squeaky bats from their mouths.

A body fell from the top of the mountain, but a dark ghost stood. The corpses slowly gathered at his feet, and a huge bone dragon covered in fluorescent light finally stood up.

Could it be the legendary ghost dragon?

Any living army standing in front of such a terrible undead warrior will immediately lose its fighting spirit with fear, and then will wait for merciless slaughter!

Their attacks can cause any living warrior to quickly age, lose their strength and vitality, and eventually turn into a skeleton!

The dark shadow climbed up the spine of the ghost dragon, and the ghost dragon let out a terrible scream, flapped its huge bony wings, and flew into the dark sky!