……

Oiling is a painstaking and delicate job.

The whole process cannot be replaced by someone else, and the necromancer must do it himself.

At the moment, the five bodies were lined up by Matthew, lying on a thick blanket.

The dark god oil that had been painstakingly brewed before was packed in a small barrel on the side.

There are three types of brushes in the bucket.

Matthew picked up the largest brush and pounded it into the keg a few times, fusing the grease with the negative energy residue before carrying the keg to the first corpse.

From top to bottom.

He brushed it three times in earnest.

After that came the second, the third...... Until the fifth.

"Renysme, turn over."

Matthew dips his brush in the oil drum as he orders Miss Zombie to help.

Renysme snorted as she turned the body over.

Matthew walked to the front and did the same thing, slamming the backs of the five corpses with a rough brush.

The dark dark oil soaked on the surface of the corpse, and the corpse's clothes softened at the same time as the skin, and occasionally the death essence came out from under the skin, making a sizzling sound.

At this time, the black warrior is no longer as foul as before.

After being smeared with a layer of dark oil, the surface of the corpse emitted a faint floral fragrance.

Matthew first brushed both sides with a large brush.

This is followed by a medium-sized brush for more detailed oiling.

This step is the most tiring.

Not only did he have to take care of every surface of the corpse, but he also had to stuff as much oil into his mouth and anus as possible.

The Dark Divine Oil means too much to the Black Knights.

It also affects the success rate of the third step of the "anti-binding" ritual.

Matthew didn't dare to slack off.

Even with the help of Renesme and Bing, after the second round, he was tired and sweating profusely.

And to the last round.

When he used a small brush to check for gaps in the corpse.

He felt that his arms were not his own.

"That's it!"

An hour later.

Matthew rubbed his sore left and right hands and ordered Renysme and Bing to hang all five bodies upside down.

This is also part of the ritual.

After the divine oil is dried, the death essence soaked in the first step can be better shrunk in the corpse.

Along with it, there are also the remnants of spirituality in the corpse.

This is also the reason why the Black Samurai cannot take off their clothes when they are anointed with oil - the clothes of the deceased carry certain spirituality, and these spiritualities have a decisive influence on the ritual of the Black Samurai in its true formation.

Looking at the future black warrior who was hung like bacon.

Matthew couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction in his heart.

"After that, put it down every three days and brush the oil, and after twenty-one days, you can start to "reverse bind"."

"Make a few more Black Warriors, and I'm afraid I'll become a barbecue master."

Matthew laughed to himself.

Then he began to prepare the spells needed for the anti-binding ritual.

Although this aspect of the content is a bit complicated, it is nothing to Matthew, he has all kinds of black warrior production materials exchanged from the alliance in his hands, and under the guidance of the experience of the famous masters of all parties, he quickly understands the core of the anti-binding ritual.

"Therefore, in the process of counterbonding, the most important thing is that the necromancer should "awaken" rather than "command".

"The remnants of the spirit must be allowed to gather freely, and only when it gathers to a certain scale enough to ignite the soul fire can it enter the stage of "recognizing the master", and then give orders to the black knight, so that it will not reduce its quality because of resistance......"

Matthew studied with relish in the small study next door to his work.

Right now.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the cemetery.

Matthew put down the papers, walked out of the stone house, and hurried towards the place where the harassment had occurred.

But at the edge of the cemetery not far away, outside a row of sparse netherworld black locusts, a group of ghosts were looking at the undead creatures in the cemetery.

And in the cemetery.

A dozen zombies and more skeletons are pointing at them.

Matthew walked over quietly.

Sensing the arrival of the Lord of the Cemetery, the Netherworld Robinia suddenly moved out of the way to both sides, and a temporary passage opened in an instant.

"Honorable Lord of the Graveyard, great necromancer, we are the undead from Zandar.

Our graveyard was destroyed by the dragon plague, and we had to go to the surface to escape the evil red dragon, but there was no place for me and my people on the surface.

We wandered, we were driven from place to place, and in despair, we felt the call of this place.

I am the representative of the people, you can call me Ali.

Dare to ask, am my people and I qualified to serve you? ”

A ghostly glowing white asked sincerely.

Matthew noticed that there were about thirty ghosts behind him, all in a terrible state, all of them in a muddy state, as if they would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Only this Ali, the ghost form is very solid, and there is a little golden light in the white light, which is worthy of being an elite template, and it is estimated that he can last for a long time if his people die.

Matthew listened to Ali's self-description and couldn't help asking:

"You were the one who caused trouble at the South Trading Post in Rolling Stone?"

Arilu looked ashamed:

"Yes, the situation was urgent, and many of the clansmen were in a dangerous state, and if they didn't absorb human energy, they would completely dissipate."

"We have no choice but to do this, but I assure you that the ghosts of our Zandar family are very principled, and we have only absorbed a little bit of their energy in a frightening way - that is, barely enough for us to survive."

"And after that, we haven't harassed a human village again."

Matthew did not question the truth of these words.

He just asked:

"If you want to join my cemetery, you have to become an immortal who obeys my commands, and my commands are everything."

"Without my orders, you can only move around the cemetery, and you will lose your freedom."

"Can it be done?"

Ali smiled bitterly:

"Of course we understand what it means for the undead to take refuge in a necromancer."

Matthew said calmly:

"What I need is a clear answer."

Ali was stunned for a moment, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he gritted his teeth and said:

"We do!"

"Well, from now on, you are my immortals, welcome to Matthew's cemetery."

Matthew opened his friendly arms to the ghosts.

The temporary passage is completely open.

The spirits flew into the cemetery hungry and thirsty, enjoying the long-lost negative energy.

Matthew hadn't inked with the ghosts for too long.

Through the power of the ritual field, he incorporated this group of ghosts as part of the ritual field.

In this way, the group of ghosts is nominally the inhabitants of the cemetery, not the undead summoned by Matthew.

He could command them as the owner of the cemetery, and he also saved the maximum amount of summons of the same kind.

That's the benefit of building a cemetery.

Wait until the ghosts are in a state that has roughly stabilized.

Matthew led them to the Ghost Zone, where a group of loyal ghost wolves were already living before the spirits of Zandar arrived.

There is a little wolf watching.

Matthew believed that even if the ghosts had two hearts, they wouldn't be able to turn over anything.

……

"Hint: A group of wandering spirits in the wilderness are attracted by the cemeteries and the negative energy signs, and they are eager to live in the cemetery, and for this reason, they are willing to serve the owner of the cemetery.

You've placed this group of ghosts.

Your ceremonial arena (graveyard) has a collection of skeletons, zombies, and ghosts, three low-level undead, and the number of undead meets the promotion conditions, you can increase the strategic level of the cemetery by building undead add-ons, in addition, different undead buildings will provide different functions.

Current Graveyard Strategic Level: LV1.

List of additional buildings that can be constructed -

1. Well of Bones (Increases the strength of skeleton soldiers, and has a certain chance to convert skeleton soldiers into elite classes)

2. Coffin of Silence (Increases the strength of the Silver Moon Zombie, and has a certain chance to convert the Silver Moon Zombie into an elite class)

3. Evil Wind Passage (Increases the strength of the ghost, ditto)"

……

Matthew wasn't surprised by this tip.

He had long known that cemeteries had strategic hierarchies - not only cemeteries, but also larger ceremonial arenas.

Increasing the strategic level means that every aspect of the ritual arena is strengthened.

This process is mainly achieved by spending money on various functional buildings.

Legend has it that the current city lord of White Rock City, his half-plane is a super large cemetery, and there are tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers in the cemetery alone.

These skeletons are still different classes, some are archers, some are stone-throwers, some are shield-wielding, and there are rare skeleton mages!

Of course, these professions were not created out of nothing.

Instead, it is transformed through various additional buildings that have blessed the power of the ritual field.

However, Matthew has no plans to build an additional building at this time.

On the one hand, it is really expensive to explode soldiers.

On the other hand, he felt that the time had not yet come.

"But if you have time, it's not impossible to build a building or two."

It is certainly unrealistic to expect the undead who hang out in the cemetery all day to level up on their own.

If nothing else, let's talk about skeleton soldiers.

Ah Bing obviously has the ability to "train his fellow clansmen", but under his training, the skeleton soldiers are not good at each other.

The frequency of hip twisting is getting higher and higher.

Recently, Matthew walked through the cemetery, and the number of skeletons walking in a bohemian posture has increased dramatically.

This made Matthew deeply worried about the future of the cemetery.

……

After settling the ghosts, he added the construction of additional buildings to the add-on events in the calendar.

Matthew came to the stone area and continued to make tombstones.

Sinwak works very hard.

Matthew hadn't been here for a few days, and it was already full of stones.

He had Renesme and a few other zombies carry the stone tablet and quickly write negative energy runes on it.

Soon.

A tombstone is on fire.

Compared to oiling.

The production of tombstones is really much less labor-saving.

Matthew took occasional breaks.

Most of the time I spent putting pen to paper.

Little by little, time passed.

More and more tombstones appeared in the open space on the side.

And in the process.

Matthew also entered a state of mystery and mystery.

Gradually.

He felt that the pen in his hand was getting lighter and lighter.

Suddenly.

Matthew came to his senses, only to find himself in a pitch-black space.

"It's a ...... Coffin? ”

As a necromancer, Matthew was certainly incomparably familiar with the coffin, and he turned his head away in shock.

The result is the next second.

He saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him.

Matthew was taken aback.

His consciousness flew out of the coffin.

Then he looked around in horror.

Yet there was nothing but endless darkness here.

Matthew groped around, and found that the space was extremely narrow, except for a coffin in the center, and cold stone walls everywhere!

"This is a burial chamber."

Matthew was a little nervous.

He looked down at the coffin, and for some reason, he could see through the coffin—

The dead brother in the coffin also turned his head at this time and looked at Matthew faintly.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Then he asked in amazement:

"Can you see me?"

The man in the coffin was dressed in luxurious clothes, and his physical condition was close to that of a zombie, but it was different from a zombie.

He had clearly retained a lot of water, closer to what a living person looked like, but Matthew was sure that he was a corpse.

Looking at each other, for some reason, Matthew actually felt a little scared!

He asked, dazed:

"Why are you here?"

The dead man was stunned and said:

"This is my coffin and burial chamber, I should have asked you, right? Why did you break into my coffin? ”

I was asked.

Matthew sobered up a little.

He looked around blankly and muttered:

"yes, why am I here? Am I not making a tombstone? ”

The dead brother looked at him like this, and suddenly said with some sympathy:

"You're probably dead, too."

Matthew immediately retorted:

"I'm definitely not dead!"

The dead man comforted:

"None of the truly dead believed they were dead, and I was too, completely unconvinced. Anla, the dead are much more comfortable than the living, you look at me, I lie in the coffin and sleep every day, but it's fragrant, where can I find this kind of good life? As a dead man, we just need to lie down every day and not be pulled up by the necromancer. ”

"By the way, young man, what are you doing?"

Matthew honestly replied:

"I'm a necromancer."

The dead brother fell silent for a moment.

Matthew could feel the other person trembling in the coffin.

"Can you spare me?"

The dead man asked.

Matthew shook his head and said:

"I'm not going to do anything to you."

The dead man asked again:

"Then can you spare my coffin?"

Matthew was puzzled:

"Why do you ask?"

The dead man explained:

"As far as I know, necromancers have always been very poor, and when they pass by the tomb, they will inevitably pluck their feathers, and even if they can't pull the corpse, they have to pick up a few coffin boards and leave. I don't have stereotypes, right? ”

Matthew sighed and said:

"I'm not rich."

"But don't worry, I won't take your things."

The dead man suddenly smiled:

"That's good, that's good."

"My coffin is quite precious, I don't know how many years I have been lying down, and it is strangely comfortable."

"By the way, is the world better now?"

Matthew mused:

"Okay, I'm afraid it depends on your definition, what era is Your Excellency?"

The dead man gladly said:

"I can't tell you what era it was, but when I was alive, the radiance of the gods bathed the whole of Aiindor.

Despite the fact that there were living sacrifices everywhere and exploitation everywhere, the gods claimed that it was a time of heavenly grace.

They said yes, yes.

They don't even want their faces anyway.

Speaking of which, do you know how cruel living sacrifices can be?

They would throw the living into the water, throw them into the fire, or disembowelment them on a chopping board.

It's not a human thing at all.

But in our day, almost every god would instigate his followers to do so.

What is even more disgusting is that they still pretend to be bright and majestic on the surface, claiming that the living sacrifice has nothing to do with them, and that it is a voluntary action initiated by believers.

In my world, it wasn't easy to live.

Luckily, I died early and enjoyed my blessings. ”

Matthew looked around and asked curiously:

"It is not difficult to see from the tomb and the coffin that Your Excellency was either rich or expensive during his lifetime, even if the gods are cruel, such a thing as a living sacrifice should have nothing to do with you, right?"

The dead man said calmly:

"I died by a living sacrifice."

"I live in a region that worships death.

At that time, it was the son of the lord's family who was chosen by the god of death to participate in the living sacrifice, and our lord didn't want his son to die, so he pulled me over to replace him.

But they didn't know that this action angered the Grim Reaper.

He won't take me at all.

The day of the living sacrifice.

They threw me into the river, where they found that I could walk on the ground.

So they tied me up and roasted me on the fire, and the flames could not hurt me.

Seeing this, the gang hurriedly claimed that I was the devil, and eventually pushed me to the chopping board and disemboweled.

But I still can't die.

The Grim Reaper was right next to me, sneering at the comical devouts.

I knew it wouldn't work.

So I pleaded with death for a long time.

He was finally willing to let me die.

When the lord and the other believers saw that I was finally dead, they reassembled my body and put it in this coffin, and sent it to the church of the Grim Reaper.

I don't know what happened after that.

When I was lying in church.

Only the sound of death knells and crows flying by was heard.

Soon after.

The Grim Reaper appeared before me.

He asked me if I hated my lord's family when I was dragged over to be the object of a living sacrifice in the place of someone else.

My answer is, hate, but only a little.

The Grim Reaper was puzzled by this.

I told him that the lord's family was still very good to me, that they gave me a job, that I had a bite to eat, and that they were willing to lend us money for burial when my parents died.

My health has not been very good, and my work is very average, but the lord did not dismiss me, and the lord's son also took good care of me.

If I had been in other realms, or in the wilderness, I would have died 10,000 times.

So I volunteered.

Death choked when he heard this.

He seemed to be unhappy with this outcome, and in a fit of rage, He locked me up here, saying that he wanted to punish me for my blasphemy.

After that, I never saw death again.

He probably forgot about me.

It's a pity.

If I ever see Him again, I must thank Him so much.

He was the one who gave me a quiet space to lie quietly for so long.

It's so comfortable to lie down! ”

The dead man's tone was full of optimism.

After listening to it, Matthew only felt absurd and real.

"What is the world of the living now? Is there still a living sacrifice? ”

The dead man asked with concern.

Matthew shook his head and said:

"The gods have been banished, the mages of the human race have ruled everything, there are few living sacrifices in the world, and most people have the opportunity to eat well."

The old man said happily:

"That's a good world! Could it be that our human mages have become the masters of the world? It must be a fair and beautiful world. ”

"That's good, why don't you pull me up?"

"I want to see the world right now."

Matthew just wanted to say something.

But he felt a powerful force pulling him backwards.

It was a familiar feeling.

In a split second.

He suddenly understood why he was here.

So Matthew hurriedly asked:

"Where is this? I'm referring to the name of the specific place as well as the coordinates! ”

The dead man replied:

"This is the Crow Pavilion Demon Domain of the Underworld, and my location should be part of the Great Tomb Group, what's wrong?"

Matthew only felt that the force was getting stronger.

It took all his strength for him to ask:

"What's your name?"

The dead man replied:

"Eurolin, my name is Eurolin, what about you? Necromancer. ”

The voice fell.

Matthew's figure disappeared into the tomb.

"Okay."

"Then I'll sleep again."

Eurolin muttered to herself.

Silence fell back in the tomb.

……

"Hint: You're involved in the graveyard, the sub-realm of death.

Your realm "Grave" resonates with the "Undead".

Increases the effect of your domain ability, "Immortal", by 30 seconds.

In return for exploring the realm, you'll gain one of the following three abilities –

1. Circle of Death (Centered on you, release a negative energy ring, and the enemy hit by the aura will have a sluggish mind and the urge to sleep forever)

2. Grave Guards (summon a team of grave guards to guard your graveyard or cemetery)

3. Archaeologist (to gain a lot of knowledge about the tombs and to get the coordinates of three large tombs at random)"

……

(End of chapter)