Tika wakes up from her dream to find herself lying in the charred ruins. The burning meteorite destroyed all the surrounding buildings, including herself.

She stood up in a daze, and found that her body seemed to be a little frivolous, and when she looked down, she saw only a white translucent mist. Although she regained consciousness, she had actually become a revenant.

Tika didn't react to the reality that he was dead for a long time, and he didn't even show the slightest surprise. She examined her body and found that she was still wearing her former clothes, which were actually just an outward manifestation of the revenant's memories of her life.

I don't know why, she suddenly felt that this dress was a little rustic, so she flashed the white light on her body, turning the suit into a high-necked robe with delicate patterns, and wrapped her body tightly. Perhaps sensing that her body was a little thin, she opened her mouth and sang a few low scales, and wisps of undead breath suddenly emerged from the ruins around her, wrapping around her body.

After absorbing the breath of the undead for a full three minutes, Tika's body finally stabilized from its translucent state to become substantial, and it was only then that her consciousness truly came to her senses.

The Revenant Maiden blinked, screamed, and jumped up like a cat, and it was only then that she finally reacted, and then startled herself.

She panicked for a long time, but finally calmed down and began to try to recall the memories before she lost consciousness. She remembered that she had been put in a heavily guarded carriage, and that the old merchant had assured her that El would soon be back with her, but the rest of the memory seemed to change abruptly to another perspective.

She saw herself whispering strange incantations in the carriage, and then the cook and the guards outside the carriage all became demented in an instant, and she herself stepped out of the carriage with a blank face and quietly returned to the trading house.

She walked up to the attic of the warehouse, where there was a disabled old man with only half of his body left, and he smiled kindly at Tika, and said happily, "Kind little girl, you have to do the old man one last favor......

At this point, the memory in her mind took a strange turn again, and her perspective turned out to be that old man.

I am Cardinal Quinn Heslenka of the Cult of the Damned, and I am leading my disciples and followers to lurk in Isttalen...... The Assassins of the Brotherhood of the Darkmoon attacked the Temple of Ludern, slaughtering all of our hidden powers, but she was too confident in her methods, and thanks to my strong faith in the Lord of Death, she was able to survive. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

I don't know what's going on with the intense fluctuations in magic affecting the city, but it's clear that there are other forces at work in Isttalen. I had planned to hide here and wait for the army to come, but now it seems unsafe, and I will have to find a suitable shell to replace this broken body.

I am grateful for the little girl's care for me, but the problem is that she hid me here, and I couldn't reach anyone else, so I could only make her a shell, even if it was a good reward for her, after all, it was also a kind of eternal life. As for the gender issue, it's not a problem, I just hope that I won't be laughed at by those old guys.

I heard the young lord's speech that our army was about to enter the city, and the news was heartening, but ...... Why do those underground bugs have to come and join in the fun? That little girl is leaving, I must prepare immediately, I have controlled her sanity, I can make her disappear if I find a chance, and no one will notice in this time of chaos.

Very good material, this is a very simple little girl, the body is very healthy, and the brain is also very clean, which can save me a lot of time. The only regret is that she is just an ordinary person with no talent, and only by making physical adjustments can I perform a normal level of divine magic.

It was perfect, all the tuning work was 100% successful, and even the experimental adjustments that were almost impossible in theory were miraculously realized, is this her hidden talent? I can't wait to explore the secrets hidden in this shell...... Oh, damn it, who's summoning a meteor shower?

Tika opened her eyes with a smile on her face. Bishop Quinn wanted to use her body to resurrect her, but was destroyed by a burning meteorite at the last moment. Both bodies burned to ashes in the flames, while the souls were joined together by mistake. Bishop Quinn's consciousness was torn apart by the magic backlash, but Tika's consciousness was not affected because he fell into a coma.

When Tika awoke, her consciousness naturally took over the soul that had belonged to Bishop Quinn. Although she lost **, she inherited everything from the Cardinal of the Cursed Sect, including the entire legacy of memory, experience, and even magic. In the eyes of the undead, who do not pay attention to appearances and only distinguish objects from their inner souls, she is now the real Bishop Quinn.

Bishop Quinn's position in the Cult of the Damned is very high, and he is one of the high-ranking people who really wield power, and he would not have ventured into Isttalen if he had not been in order to negotiate with Ludern's followers. And he himself is a genuine silver-rank spellcaster, and because he believes in the Lord of Death, he is also proficient in some side ways, otherwise it would be impossible to escape under Shirley's sword.

And Tika is a girl with a bun from the mountains, with a gentle personality and a timid nature, and suddenly encountering such a drastic change, even if she gets the inheritance of Bishop Quinn, she doesn't know what to do for a while.

The first thought that popped into Tika's mind was to find El, but when she thought about it, she realized that she had no idea where she was going. El and Jupiter agreed to meet at the Bougainville, but the old merchant did not tell Tika the news, and for a girl who had never traveled far alone at all, it made no sense to tell her where to meet.

Tika had never had this kind of experience since she was a child, but the memories she had inherited came into play at this time, and she quickly realized that she couldn't stand here in a daze, and that if she wanted to gather information, she had to increase her eyes and ears first.

There was silence in the ruins of Isttalon's city, and the battle between the undead and the Golden-Rank powerhouses of the Earthwalkers seemed to be over for the time being, and the armies of both sides gathered their own armies, silently preparing for the next battle.

Tika stepped out of the ruins of the warehouse and onto the deserted streets. In fact, it should be said that there are no living people, and the streets are littered with the corpses of human soldiers, undead and earthwalkers. There used to be a fierce battle here, and such battles are almost impossible to count in the streets and alleys of the city.

Tika walked over to a dead soldier and stared down at his body. Although she was very timid, Tika was not very afraid of the dead body, and when the plague broke out in the village, she collected the corpses of the dead, and finally the villagers suspected that they were infected with the plague.

The smoky faces of the dead soldier were so black that he could no longer see his true face, Tika whispered a prayer for him in his heart, then reached out and pressed his hand on the top of his head, and sang a verse-like scale, which was the basic necromancy that Bishop Quinn remembered as a basic necromancer spell that she didn't understand but at least knew how to use.

"Wake up, obsessed warrior!"

At her stumbling call, the body of the soldier who had died in battle began to tremble slightly, and then he opened his eyes and slowly stood up. He raised his head and saw the white glowing girl beside him at a glance, and subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand.

"Am I not dead, have I become a slave to the undead?" said the soldier to himself, and both he and Tika were startled.

In the story of the bard, the evil necromancer's most vicious magic is to transform the warrior who died in battle into the undead and draw his sword against his comrades. However, in reality, true necromancers rarely directly convert the war dead. Because the consciousness in the soul of the person who has just died has not yet dissipated, it will bring a superfluous burden to the transformation of the undead, and even if the summoning is successful, it is difficult to control it.

Bishop Quinn was strong enough to ignore such a minor nuisance, and Tika was naturally even less likely to understand this common sense, she directly summoned the soldier who had just died in battle, but did not strengthen the control, causing him to lose control. According to common sense, this newborn undead soldier will turn against his master after losing control, but due to some mutations of Tika himself, this soldier actually retains his consciousness.

"I'm not an enemy, I'm a victim of the city just like you. Tika looked at the soldier's weapon, and her heart was terrified, but her face didn't show it at all, she didn't even know what to say next, but this kind of persuasion was as simple as eating and drinking for a professional wand like Bishop Quinn, and it didn't take a brain, just open your mouth.

"The war doesn't seem to be over yet, I don't know if there are still survivors in Isttalon, and we've become this kind of monster. I don't know what the future holds, but for now, warrior of Isttalon, I wonder if you are willing to continue the unfinished task of life and protect our homeland?"

What am I talking about?" Tika held back the twitch of the corners of his mouth and stared nervously at the soldier's movements, for fear that the stranger would suddenly stab him to death with a sword.

"Of course I do, my lady. The soldier nodded without hesitation, clenched one hand into a fist and solemnly slapped it on his chest, kneeling down on one knee to Tika: "Please resurrect my comrades, let us continue to fight!

"That's what you want. Tika spread her arms and chanted a spell of spiritualism again, this time targeting the entire street of human soldiers. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)