If we stay where we are, waiting for the soul of the cow lost at the edge of the world to break through the endless strays and return to the human world, then my story may have come to an end by now—you know, it will obviously take longer to teach this atrophied minotaur paladin how to recognize a map than it will be for a doomsday king to destroy the world.

However, in the glorious and magnificent history of the Falvi continent, there is no shortage of brave warriors who are both intelligent and fearless in every heroic brigade that saved the world from the moment of peril, and we are no exception. As I gazed dumbfounded at the corpse of Niu Million, and lamented in my heart how the fate of my Minotaur friend could have been so troubled, the B-flat minor nocturne showed his determination and wisdom. He hurriedly shouted at us, "Don't move, I'll bring him back!" Then he rushed bare-chested towards the large group of undead guards in front of him.

I had never seen this always witty and cunning Confucian bard so bold and courageous, as a pure-bred underground Confucian, his stature was as short as ever, but at this moment, I felt that his resolute back was so tall that I felt an urge to look up from the bottom of my heart. In fact, I did look up at his back all the time -- it was an uphill climb.

Even in the face of the unarmed, topless Bards, the guards of the Rotten who were armed to the teeth would not show the slightest mercy - the painful experience of resurrection had completely purged these innate qualities of goodness from their souls. The glittering blades scrambled to land on top of Nocturne in B-flat minor, as if a violent metal storm was breaking out on the brains of our Confucian friends.

Although I have never experienced this terrible tragedy firsthand. But presumably, being slashed on the head by six or seven heavy swords at the same time will never leave you with any sweet and beautiful memories. Fortunately, however, this painful nocturne did not have to endure for long, and when the sword-wielding "bone guards" removed the heavy sword from his head for the second time, death completely freed our Confucian friends from this merciless one-sided slaughter.

By this time, of course, we had already realized what Nocturne was going to do in B flat minor. Since waiting for the return of Niu Million, it is really a long way off, it is better to find someone who knows the way to die with him to the resurrection point, and then bring his soul back from the path of death. It turned out to be a really effective and good idea. Less than three minutes had passed, and the pair of good friends who lived and died together rolled over from the ground and sat up at the same time. Successfully turned around.

"So fast?" Ding Dingxiao Ge was amazed at the speed of their resurrection. Because our previous deaths were all resurrected by Niu Million using magic, he asked curiously, "Where is the resurrection point?" ”

"Right at the door of the copy, as soon as you leave the gate, you will be facing the cemetery......" Nocturne in B flat minor glanced at Niu Million angrily. Apparently bewildered by the elaborate journey of his soul before his last resurrection.

"It's that close?" Although I have never had any hope for Niu Million's sense of direction, such an answer is still a little difficult for me to accept.

"How did you just walk the ground? Where did it go? I asked Niu Million in surprise.

"This ......" embarrassed Minotaur Paladin speechless.

"The devil knows where he just ran!" Nocturne in B-flat minor complained at the mention of this - of course, if I also sacrificed Xiao Ming for no reason because of Niu Wan's stupidity, I'm afraid my temper would not be much stronger than his.

"I'm afraid even ghosts don't know the land......" Ding Ding Xiaoge obviously thought that even such a conclusion as Nocturne was a bit blindly optimistic.

Because of the existence of the Hell Spirit. Niu Million no longer has to be at the forefront with me to act as a meat shield to attract the enemy's attack power, which is good news for each of us: I don't have to worry about the dangerous stone pillar that Niu Million will smash at any time, and Niu Million no longer has to worry about his life. What's more, the Minotaur Paladin, who was liberated from combat posts, had more energy to take care of his comrades. Originally, most of his healing spells were trumpeted on his own body, but now we can finally be illuminated and soothed by the divine light from time to time.

"This is called rain and dew are evenly wet...... "Niu million while helping to restore our lives." While proudly showing off the new vocabulary he had just learned.

"Vomit ......" Nocturne in B flat minor, a second before still enjoying the healing effects of divine magic. In the next second, he immediately stared at the white light shining on his body with a disgusting expression. I can't wait to get rid of it right away.

"Do you know what that word means?" Ding Ding Xiaoge rolled his eyes, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know." It's disgusting......"

"What's wrong with that word?" Niu Million looked dazed, not knowing what he said wrong. Puzzled, he turned his face and humbly asked the fairy for advice: "Does this word have any special meaning?" ”

The fairy went down to earth with a flushed face and lowered her head shyly......

…… Then he immediately transformed into a giant bear and slapped it violently. All I heard was a crunching sound, and then Niu Wan's head was tilted towards his back at an exaggerated angle, almost turning around his neck, just looking at his appearance made my neck feel a twitch.

It's weird, is there anything wrong with this word?

The language habits of these space-waders...... I just can't figure it out.

In any case, the return of Niu Million has greatly increased our strength, and the opponents who we used to have a difficult time dealing with are now very handy. Not only that, but intensive combat is both a difficult test for each of us, but also a very effective exercise. When our feet stand in the doorway of the fortress dungeon, we are about to face the first evil leader of the enemy, the undead lich? When Vesali was in the land, Ding Ding Xiaoge and the fairy had also been promoted to level 50. Nocturne in B-flat minor has long been already

The gate of the dungeon is two iron fences on opposite sides, and there is a black qq inside us

Groping his way through the walls. After walking about fifty steps, two purple flames appeared on the left. These two flames floated in mid-air, burning coldly, making people not feel a trace of the heat of the flames, or even a little warmth of light. We followed the light of the fire, and it was not until we were close to ten paces from them that we could see that the two flames were enveloped in a large white skull. It was the soul fire of this giant Rotten monster in front of us. The undead monster took the shape of a normal human, but in addition to a pair of arms on its shoulders, it also had a pair of arms growing between its ribs. He was dressed in a white robe and was lying on top of a large stone platform. The four arms danced constantly, mixing the various potions on the stone platform into a device called the "Magic Fusion" in front of them.

I noticed that the instrument was like a steamer, with a large transparent container in the middle, and a circular crystal tube extending outward from the center of the container. There is a valve in the middle of the pipe. Judging by the various rays of light refracted from time to time in the tube, there seemed to be a number of funnel-shaped filters in the tube - I really can't imagine what kind of skilled craftsman could have carved the inside of the crystal tube into such an intricate shape without destroying the walls of the tube.

In the container was soaked in the whole brain of an unknown animal, and the whole brain was soaked in a scented potion, and it was no longer soaked white. He poured a bottle of powder and a bottle of liquid into the container. Then, stirring lightly with a long stick, he whispered a strange incantation - even though I didn't know anything about it, just listening to its strange pronunciation gave me creeps. A chill rushed up to my chest from the bottom of my heart - as the incantation was recited. The liquid in the container gradually churned. Roll out big bubbles from the bottom up.

A cloudy color gradually spreads out of the brain as the liquid boils, though the color spreads quickly. But it never dissolved, let alone dissolved in the liquid. I can't even be sure if it exists—though I see its color, I can't really describe what it looks like—it's like a mass of gas, but it's more thorough than gas; It had a faint seductive sheen, but I couldn't see where it came from.

Eventually, the mass was completely stripped from the brain. One of the undead's hands gently unscrewed the valve, and the mass seemed to encounter some huge gravitational force, and it was sucked into the crystal pipe at once. He squirmed forward in the pipe, and with each filter he passed, the color became more intense, and the presence became stronger.

When it finally completely passed through the crystal pipe and entered a crystal container carved with a five-edged magic array attached to the other end, the original cloudy and indistinguishable color had completely turned into a dense black. This black mass - I really can't decide what term to use to define it, maybe it can only be called a "black thing" - this black mass regrouped and gathered in this container, and gradually condensed into the shape of a ball. I've never seen such a flawless sphere, and it gives me a strong feeling that it's rounder than anything round in the world. This substance does not seem to be disturbed by other forces or errors in this world, and it is simply the most flawless existence in the world.

There is no doubt that this undead who is preoccupied with the wonderful experiment in front of him is the leader of all the corrupt here, the genius master and creator of necromantic magic. Vesalius. Even though I knew that he was one of the most important and dangerous enemies of our trip, the hostility in my heart was far less than the respect I had for this alien mage. With the knowledge of alchemy that I have painstakingly learned, I can only see that he is extracting some essence substance from the animal's brain to the extreme, but he is completely ignorant of this superb and subtle knowledge and skill. As a ruthless murderer who has recklessly cared for human life and caused a great deal of murder among your fellow citizens, no matter how strong your hatred may be, you can't overdo it.

However, as a scholar, he had profound knowledge, genius ideas, and an extraordinary understanding of the origin of matter...... Even if you only scratch the surface of all this, you can't contain your heartfelt admiration and admiration for him.

This is a toddler on the road to know. A natural admiration for a master who stands at the pinnacle of knowledge.

It is encouraging that I, as a diligent and studious young man, have been working in A? Mr. Vesalius clearly has more important academic value in his eyes than an ordinary apprentice......

"Aha, great, fresh specimens! You will make a great contribution to the study of biological spirituality, and I should probably thank you for signing your name in front of my paper......"

As a half-alchemist, this will probably be the closest point of my life to the peak of my academia, right? For this huge honor, I actually felt a trace of hesitation in my heart.

“…… Of course, the ones that come first in your name. There are also more than three hundred wild dogs. As he spoke, the evil necromancer smiled and casually pointed to the cloud of animal brains soaked in the vessel.

I immediately drew my sword from my waist, and with a firm determination to decline the gracious invitation.

……

In this world where all kinds of magical powers are widely used. Necromantic magic is one of the rarer branches of magic. There is often some debate about this kind of magic, with some people believing that it is a natural magic similar to elemental spells such as ice, fire, and electricity, and that it is caused by an unknown substance called the "dark element", which is also quite trendy as "antimatter".

Others believe that it is a spell similar to the Priest's Hallowed type, the Druid Land's Nature line, or the Warlock's Demon type. It is also a power generated by summoning powerful beings from other worlds far beyond time and space, except that the priest prays to the great supreme god, the druids revere the goddess of nature, the warlocks sign soul contracts with the various monsters who do not know what to hide in the horns, and the powerful magic of the undead lich comes from Temphrimilis, the goddess of death, who rules the realm of eternal darkness.

This-for-tat academic debate is on the continent of Falvey

For hundreds of years, it was ridiculous that all the great magicians involved in the debate used even the most rudimentary undead magic. The reason is simple: this mysterious magic has a strict limit on the physical condition of the caster - only the corrupt who have been baptized by death can master this rare spell.

It's a pity that those undead lichs obviously don't have the spirit of pursuing the truth like mainland scholars, and more importantly, more importantly. They don't seem to have the leisure to write books and talk about big fights of words and kraft candy - in the authoritative historical sources that are well documented. All the famous and non-famous undead lichs seem to have devoted their lives to the hopeless cause of destroying the world, of course. They all failed, without exception.

Judging from the ending, their level of boredom is actually not much different from that of their lively and vibrant magical counterparts on the Falvi continent.

But. No matter how fierce the strife and antagonism in academia may be, one thing is well established: undead magic is definitely a dark, cruel, tyrannical magic with the aim of killing.

We have learned this very well......

After a creepy spell, a sharp scream pierced my heart like an awl. It wasn't what my ears heard, it protruded from the bottom of my heart and pierced deep into my consciousness. This invisible magic seemed to penetrate my soul directly, tearing my spirit to pieces bit by bit. In the ravages of this cruel magic, although I did not feel physical pain, I was tormented by the pain of my soul. The shields and heavy armor I pride myself on are no defense against the undead lich's "soul sorrow" magic.

Withstanding the first round of attacks, Nocturne in B flat minor immediately sang a "war song of the will" that strengthened the will, resisted psychic attack spells, and increased the speed of mana and vindictive energy recovery, but Vesalius did not do just that. He raised all four of his arms upwards at the same time, summoning out of thin air a spear made of four white bones, and a yellow-green rancid aura swirled around the spear. The four spears did not fly out as I expected, but swirled in a ball around him. As I rushed to his side, two of them spontaneously flew towards me.

Thankfully, I dodged in time, and the bone spear only grazed my left shoulder, cutting me less than a hundred lives, and the other stabbed me in the arm. But I soon discovered that this kind of active defensive magic summon not only has a rather threatening lethality, but also has a headache of toxic damage, and has a strong corrosive effect, reducing the defense of my armor by more than 30 points at once, and the durability has also been reduced by 3 points.

"Paladin, pay attention to detoxification, warlock release the war spirit!" Ding Ding Xiaoge also attracted the attack of two bone spears, and the bonus of the Confucian dodge chance helped him, and he was lucky to be unharmed, swinging his short sword and slashing at the bone spear suspended in the air, while commanding loudly.

Under the command of Ding Ding Xiaoge, the Hellsoul pressed on him with the attack magic of the undead lich. This monster from the Otherworldly Continent didn't seem to feel pain, and it didn't slow down its progress by being hit head-on by two "flesh bombs". However, Ding Ding Xiaoge still carefully used the "Soul Balance" and divided half of his life force to the Servant Demon.

Once you're within three paces, huh? What Vesalius had to face was a fair and brutal war of attrition, which was not usually the strength of a magical researcher. Although the power of his necromancy is still not to be underestimated, thanks to the Orc Warlock's "Soul Balance" magic, the Hellsoul's life remains at a safe value. And Niu Million and the fairy can always replenish Ding Ding Xiaoge's life in time, so that he has more capital to maintain the combat effectiveness of the demon envoy.

When the Talisman Bone Spear's magical statute finally ended, Nocturne and I immediately joined the band besieging the undead lich, which hastened his demise even more. Although he used the "Soul Scream" for the second time to plunge us into a brief chaos and take the opportunity to break free from our siege, Niu Million summoned a "Divine Hammer" in time, knocking him unconscious on the spot and falling back into our encirclement.

Perhaps it was the previous trials that raised our level and strengthened us; Maybe it's a researcher? Vesalius is indeed not good at fighting, and the identity of the fifty-seventh level leader is inevitably a bit unworthy of the name. All in all, the battle was much easier than we thought. Although it took a lot of effort for us to have a lot of trouble with his massive vitality, we didn't encounter any real danger from the beginning to the end, and although his attack power was strong, we could support it with the support of Niu Million and the Fairy Mortal.

By the time Niu Million waved his big stone pillar to join the battle group, the battle had already come to an end. It didn't take long for the four-armed, rotten man to turn into a pile of broken bones on the ground, completely cutting off the idea of eating our fresh specimens.

While cleaning the battlefield, Tintin Xiao Xiao pulled out a clear crystal vessel embedded in a copper shelf from his corpse, with the name "Part 1 of the Fusion Device" written on it, and the words "For Alchemists". Remember when you first arrived in the dungeon? The complex test that Vesalius had done, and I compared it with the one on the stone platform, and found that it should indeed be part of the instrument, except for the difference in size.

This thing might come in handy—I thought, and tossed the incomplete part into my backpack.