Festan Barlow.

In the kingdom, his status is comparable to that of the legendary Oberly Saul.

As many people know, Oberly is the most powerful warrior in the world.

But few people know that Festan Barlow was also once crowned with - [the best in the world]

He was the first necromancer in this world.

In the game, in the background of Festan Barlow, it is depicted like this.

"I've experienced three deaths in my life."

For the first time, it marked the birth of Festein Barlow.

He was born into a family of warriors, and his father was a powerful warrior.

Unfortunately, before he was a year old, his father died heroically on the battlefield and was killed by the generals of the enemy country.

As a baby, Barlow witnessed his father's corpse brought back from the battlefield.

It's cold, but it's warm.

The cold is the temperature of his body, and the warmth is the beating of his soul,

The unwilling soul tells the belief of a warrior who is not afraid of death and fights to victory.

In fact, Fastein Barlow could not observe the souls of others.

It's just that the Grim Reaper, when he was leading his father's ghost, didn't notice the baby.

Festan Barlow crouches on his father's body.

The baby saw death, the god in tattered robes and a scythe in hand.

Death saw the baby reach out to it in ignorance, demanding its father's soul.

Maybe it's the anger of the gods, but a baby dares to ask him for his soul,

Or maybe it's just fun.

The Grim Reaper brought Festan Barlow as a baby to the gates of hell.

Thus, Festan Barlow experienced the taste of death for the first time.

Since then, Festan Barlow has gained the power to see and even talk to the souls of the dead.

Even so, he couldn't stop the souls of any of the dead from leaving him.

As long as someone dies, the Grim Reaper will surely appear and harvest their souls.

Festan Barlow was able to see the Grim Reaper every time, so he also learned how the Grim Reaper harvested souls.

But he never tried, and for him, the dead were still far away.

When he first reached adulthood at the age of eighteen, Faystein Barlow's mother died of illness.

It was the second time he experienced the taste of death,

To protect the souls of his family, he declares war on death.

But at that time, he was just an ordinary human who could see the soul.

Death humiliated Festan Barlow by cutting off his head and throwing it under his soul.

But Festan Barlow's life was not numbered, so the Grim Reaper gave his head back to his body after giving him a taste of death.

Festan Barlow, relying on his own resilient soul, sewed his own head on his own.

Unable to stop the Grim Reaper from taking the souls of his loved ones, he decides to join the army and become a soldier.

On the battlefield, he learned to harvest every one he killed and the souls of his enemies in the manner of death.

Eventually, these souls were driven by him and became his original revenant powers.

That was the first start of the necromancer.

As he continued to fight and kill enemies, Festan Barlow's rank and status steadily increased.

From an ordinary soldier to an officer, he began to command battles.

Every war has come at the cost of huge casualties, both friend and foe, with heavy losses.

No one knows, it's Festan Barlow, who is accumulating his strength,

All the souls on the battlefield, after the war, were driven by him alone.

But each time, the kingdom's wars will be won.

The kingdom relied on the power of Festan Barlow to expand its territory, and finally the kingdom had the territory that now even exceeds the empire.

When Festan Barlow returned to the kingdom, he became the duke of the kingdom.

His third "death" came suddenly.

Because of his excessive harvesting of battlefield souls, he may have made the Grim Reaper lose his performance.

Or perhaps the power to lead the soul of the dead should not be in a mortal.

The Grim Reaper took control of Festan Barlow's wife, forced him to hand over all the souls, and then took matters into his own hands.

Festan Barlow eventually agreed to the Grim Reaper's request and chose to sacrifice himself.

The moment Festan swiped the blade around his neck, blood gushed out.

And the astonishing souls of the dead that he had mastered from the beginning of the war poured out of him,

They swirled around Festan Barlow's body, turning into a frenzied and monstrous sea of revenants.

Countless souls hovered in the air and roared, telling of the cruelty of war and the unwilling wish before death.

This shocking sea of death made the Grim Reaper realize.

I can't control this huge number of souls, and I can't lead them to the underworld.

Eventually, in a state of death, Festein Barlow declared:

"I killed the Grim Reaper."

That's right, it was Faystan Barlow, who was once an ordinary person, who defeated the Grim Reaper in his current undead form.

At this moment, he seemed to have been unsealed from the shackles of his flesh and blood, proud and free.

This is the soul of Festein Barlow.

Festein Barlow's voice was flat, but behind it was the icy sound of bones colliding.

A simple sentence that does not reveal the fierce battles he experienced at the time.

However, there is a power in this understatement that can shake the soul.

Mortals, with the power of the gods, kill the gods.

Faistan Barlow has seen death three times,

The last time, he killed the Grim Reaper.

At this point, the ability of mortals to control the undead has been recognized by the underworld,

But he didn't feel a trace of joy at this victory.

Because he paid a terrible price,

His wife was taken to her life by the defeated Grim Reaper.

Unwilling to be defeated by a mortal like this, the Grim Reaper took her to hell when he left.

Faistan Barlow could only watch his beloved wife leave the world.

Even if he is comparable to having the power of death at this moment, he can't save his beloved wife.

This was the final curse given to him by the dead Grim Reaper.

Those who manipulate the souls of the dead will eventually suffer the pain of losing their loved ones

Because of this power, it should not be human

Possess.

In order to fight, Festan Barlow began teaching others how to become necromancers.

Soon, the entire kingdom seemed to be covered in the shadow of the necromancer.

First to ......

"It wasn't until my daughter went to the grave that I realized it wasn't a curse."

Ahead of the converging sea of the undead, Grand Duke Barlow's voice suddenly became a little lower.

It seems that there is a sadness in the throat, trembling with vicissitudes.

"If she wants to, then I'll do everything I can to revive her."

"But she told me that she had experienced family affection, met her own love, and even had children of her own."

"Her only regret is that she can't grow up with her children."

The sea of revenant souls behind him continued to surge, and the dark green fog boiled and swirled, becoming scorching and chaotic.

Countless green souls obscured the canopy, growing more and more hideous and insane.

They tugged at their long bodies, exuding the same extreme despair as in the heart of Grand Duke Barlow.

"The first time she prayed to my father, her soul told me not to resurrect her."

"Don't let her soul be reduced to a merciless rot."

"I can't ignore her wishes."

Since then, Festan Barlow has realized the weight of this so-called curse.

Death had never issued a real curse, but it felt like any curse.

This is the backlash of those who wield the souls of the dead.

As a result, the thriving necromancers were all wiped out overnight.

Those who did not resist were regained their strength by Archduke Barlow.

Those who resisted were buried under the earth by the hands of Archduke Barlow.

He gave them the power to control the souls of the dead, and the right to take them back.

And now—

"If you're really determined, then—"

Before the words fell, thousands of dark green souls began to twist and hover in the air.

They gather in the air like mist-like bodies,

Even the smoky earth slowly began to flow.

At this moment, every dead soul is like a drop of floating seawater, every grain of restless gravel,

Coming from the west of this ghostly green smoke screen, tens of thousands of streams rushed to the center, slowly condensing together.

The towering city shattered, twisting its massive walls and crumbling down.

The hollows of the Western Zhou were gradually filled with a thicker mist, turning dark green to darkness.

Victor stood in place in the tens of thousands of twisted green mist that swept by.

The trench coat behind him fluttered and exploded in the whistling ghostly current, like a black leaf that did not move in the current.

His eyes were still serious, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing pride and absolute confidence.

He chose to fight head-on rather than dodge.

Eventually, the thick mist began to slowly distort, transforming into a grieving woman with her hands caressing her green face.

Her eyebrows were lowered, and the corners of her mouth were curved down, revealing a look of compassion and weeping.

But the eyes that can be opened slowly exude strong hope and blessings.

In the next second, as her mournful cry sounded, the dark green mist of the Western Zhou Dynasty completely covered this undead space.

Rumble!

The incomparably chaotic dark green waves suddenly shook up, covering the sky and earth of the undead space.

The thick fog was completely torn apart, and the distorted sky collapsed in an instant, breaking into countless dense mist and rubble falling down one after another.

A terrifying wave of qi swept across the west, crashing into the boundless edge of this mysterious space.

Bursts of explosions tore through the space in front of them, and the woman who had been transformed into countless undead spirits gradually collapsed and dissipated.

A thick fog poured in, and the sky was covered with greenery.

Even Victor himself was swallowed down by the waves of fog that exploded and disappeared.

And in the midst of this chaos, only the cold and dead voice of the Grand Duke of Barlow trembled:

"Just try, master this—"

Gathered from his life.

"Forbidden power."

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[Apology to "Barlow"]