"Hey, where am I?" Christina woke up in a daze, and she looked up at her surroundings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Oh, I fell asleep in the classroom.

"Christina~Nana, are you good at teaching me elementary arithmetic~"

A soft voice came from the side, and I saw a chubby pink little girl holding a thin book and looking at Christina expectantly with a pair of starry eyes.

"It's Tinkerbell, don't! you won't be able to learn it anyway!" Christina snatched the elementary arithmetic book and tapped it on Tinkerbell's head, as the most mischievous bear kid king of the Royal Academy of St. Alyon, she began to bully people like usual again.

However, the beating that could make the other children cry had no effect on the stupid Clank, who had no concept of "being bullied" in his head, looked at Christina with adoration, and then snatched the book from her hand and knocked on the other person's head with the same force.

"Is that so?

Christina had a helpless expression on her face, she really couldn't do anything about this stupid person. But then I saw her eyes wandering, so I took this little fool to skip class and go around mischievous.

At night, in contrast to the energetic and mischievous appearance of the day, Christina curled up in the wide, soft bedding and shivering, and could faintly hear the sound of childish sobbing.

No one told beautiful fairy tales, no one told horrible ghost stories, and the wide bed only made her feel more lonely and uneasy.

"Seventy-two days have passed since the date agreed with my parents, and every time I ask the old housekeeper, he is just sighing, and he has not said those comforting words since a month ago......"

"Is the rabbi the piranha in the pond floating motionless on the surface of the water today? Is this death?"

Loneliness, restlessness, weakness, fear, confusion, sadness...... All kinds of negative emotions exploded like a surging tide, turning into boundless darkness, devouring the little girl's fragile heart.

In reality, Christina, who was standing on the battlefield with a spear in hand, had a caped monster with a white mask floating above her head.

The white mask was half crying and half laughing, strange and inexplicable, and under the black cloak was a black mist, from which a stabbing sword stretched out and stabbed Christina's head.

However, a spear came first and pierced through the Cloaked Monster's mask faster than the bayonet.

"You!...... "Before he died, a wave of extreme unwillingness came from the cloaked monster.

In this regard, Christina just snorted coldly and said with a cold expression: "Your spiritual attack is too weak, compared to the 'whispers of the dead' that I suffer all the time, it is just as noisy as a mosquito and a fly. If I hadn't even dared to face my own heart, I would have become a pink skeleton long ago. ”

The Whisper of the Dead is a talent that can listen to the words of the dead and perceive the power of death, which is undoubtedly an excellent talent for necromancers. But for Christina, who is a skeletonwalker, it is also an endless torture to maximize its use.

Ordinary mages focus on the cultivation of spiritual power and inner magic, and only when using magic can they resonate with the elements of the outside world and exert their powerful strength. However, while cultivating spiritual power and magical power, the Bone Walker is also refining his body with the power of death all the time, so as to obtain the power to break through the limits of his physical body like an undead.

In addition to the Bone Walker, only the Death Knights, who are also inheritance classes, can only use all kinds of powerful weapons exclusive to the undead if they are also full of the power of death.

This cultivation method not only gives the user great power, but also there is an extreme danger, once the power of one's own death is out of balance with the life force, the light one will suffer a heavy blow, and the heavy one will dissolve the body, becoming a white bone. The Skeleton Walker and the Death Knight, as the name suggests, are all reminders of the dangers of their respective cultivators' professions.

And Christina, who has the talent of whispering for the dead, feels the whispering of the power of death in her body all the time, which is undoubtedly a painful torture, but it is also a huge gain. The improvement of mental power, the perception of the power of death, and the unbearable pain of ordinary people also make Christina continue to grow.

The monsters that are good at psychic attacks within the Nibelungen are generally very powerful, but for Christina, the psychic attacks below the legendary are not enough to see.

......

Both Yang and Christina have dealt with their respective opponents, but on the other side, Antura is locked in a stalemate with Elok.

He finally understood why there was the title of undead worm, because it was really difficult to kill this disgusting worm if it wasn't in a separate enclosed space.

Although he twisted Alok to pieces with spatial warp, he then resurrected from the scattered swarm of worms, and Alok continued to summon the swarm of worms, condensing worm clones one by one, and for a while, Antura couldn't do anything with this guy.

In particular, Alok targeted the Nebronians who were attacking the defenses of the undead army, and countless Nebronians became the nutrients for the worms to divide and grow, and the acid like a tidal wave washed away the entire undead army, and the dense swarm of worms twisted and entangled, forming a huge insect monster.

I have to say that if this ability of Elok appeared on the battlefield, it would be a disaster. However, it would be a tragedy for this parasitic ability to split up against an army of the undead or a purifier of the Templars.

"Enjoy the process of despair and death, and I'll keep your body intact and make a specimen to bring back to the Duchy of Grizzlies, so that the people on top can see who the great legends are." ”

The slug-shaped millipede spewed a large amount of acid and slammed it straight at Antura, and Alok had already made up his mind to drain Antura's magic and humiliate him so that he could feel the taste of despair.

"Despair? I've experienced that kind of thing for a long time. In the face of Elok's attack, Antura just caressed Luna with a gentle expression.

In fact, he has been waiting for the right time, and it is impossible for a legend like Elok to split his soul into so many parts even with the help of the power of the evil god, so the secret of Elok's immortality is obviously just a quick soul transfer secret method, which can be transferred to the body at the moment when the body is destroyed, so as to condense the body and regenerate again.

Antura has only a little knowledge of soul science, and has no knowledge of soul-imprisoning witchcraft, but his wife Luna is an expert in soul science and curse science.

Although there is only a wisp of remnant soul left, there is no problem in unleashing a witchcraft with the power of Antura, who lives in symbiosis with it.

At this time, Elok condensed such a huge worm aggregate, and it must have required his own soul to enter it, and this was the moment that Antura was waiting for.

"Luna's Three Secret Magics, Soul Bondage!"

An invisible soul shackle imprisoned Elok's soul in this massive body, and then what awaited him was endless spatial strangulation.

"Space Cage!"

"Endless collapse!"

"Shattered Marks!"

The invisible space cage imprisoned the insect monster in the air, and a singularity appeared in the space inside and violently pulled the insect monster inward, and the unparalleled pulling force made its body shatter and twist, and then I saw that the space was like a broken mirror, and the spatial turbulence that erupted completely blasted Elok into slag, and there was no trace of it.