Outside, the child's body was taking shape, causing everyone to be surprised, and even a voice from the other sky broke through the boundary, "Oh, it really makes us unbelievable, it can actually bring the dead back to life? This kid actually secretly stole the power of the Styx Grim Reaper, or is there some god on him, is it the legendary Code of the Dead? However, looking at his appearance, it is obvious that he is transferring his life force to the children to reorganize their bodies, which cannot be compared with the power that controls death in the Necromancy, and it is clearly the realm of life magic. Fortunately, this kid has no way to protect his body now, so it is better to take the opportunity to arrest him and study and torture him well, if he can master some mysteries of life magic, the lives of our three sisters will be extended, even if they return to their youthful appearance, it is not a difficult thing. ”

"No wonder this kid's body looks half-alive and half-dead, it turns out that he has studied the magic hair of the god of the underworld and the goddess of life at the same time, which is what the necromancer and the elf want the most. If he hadn't covered himself in a hood all the time and wore a mask, he would have been caught by the wizards for experiments. ”

"I haven't eaten flesh and blood that contains a mixture of the underworld and life~ However, I think it must be delicious, and I can't wait for it now. ”

The voice coming from the air was a little unscrupulous, completely ignoring everyone present, and the meaning of the words was clearly to take a fancy to the body of the skeleton man who was transforming life. Not only do you want to interrupt him when you're casting spells, but you also want to beat his own mind.

Geralt frowned slightly, and immediately stood up, "I don't know what my friend is doing now, but, with me here, you three old witches don't want to hurt my friend's body." "When the words fall, you must condense your spiritual body and prepare to resist the unknown attack.

Although he still doesn't know where the three witches are hiding, Geralt and Luo Xian have gotten along with each other these days, and they are already friends who can trust each other.

At this moment, if he doesn't stand up, who can stand up, in essence, they are all poor people who are isolated from the outside by society and wander on the mainland.

Over there, several witch hunters heard the conversation in the field, but their faces were surprised, in their eyes, all the divine power of death and birth must return to the eternal fire. Because, flame is the essence of death and life, and this kind of thing that resurrects the dead and the dead is an insult to the sect gods. Now that the two sides are about to fight, it couldn't be better for them.

Just when several parties were pregnant with ghosts, the dark clouds piled up in the entire sky dissipated without a trace, revealing their original azure color. The sun fell from the sky and shone on the entire swamp, making people feel warm and comfortable. Countless bolts of lightning and thunder squeezed out of a void crack and condensed into a huge hand, a single finger even taller than the previous deer head.

With a slight stroke of the index finger of the giant hand, the space not far away was broken, and the two fingers stretched out with a hook, and three figures were immediately sandwiched out. Geralt looked closely, the three figures were fat and thin, tall and short, all of them were women, and they were the swamp witches he had just met a few days ago.

The giant hand held the witch between its two fingers, like two sticks holding a pea and withdrawing it, gently clamping it, shaking it casually.

Before the three witches could make a sound, they exploded into three dazzling clusters of light, and immediately threw themselves into the body of the mysterious skeleton that was dissolving.

The skeleton's original gray bones became clear again, and several silk threads shot at the children who were gradually forming in the air.

The child touched the silk thread, as if he had received nourishment, and it took shape in an instant, turned into a fetus, and cried loudly.

In the midst of the crying, the child quickly became louder, and the crying also became smaller and disappeared, and finally became a child of seven or eight years old.

Geralt looked carefully at the children, two men and three women, who looked like the five children he had met before.

"Is there really magic that brings the dead back to life?!

Geralt didn't have time to think about it when he saw the thunderous hand slam down on top of the skeleton's head like crushing an ant.

"Stop!" Geralt's cat-eye pupils didn't have time to contract, and before his body could react, he felt that the whole world stopped in an instant, and all that could still function at this moment was his own mind.

At this moment, the birds in the sky maintained the attitude of flying, the grass clippings in the air froze and fluttered, and he even saw that his feet were two feet above the ground, ready to pounce on the giant hand.

Everything in the world seemed to freeze, except for the skeletons of my friends.

The giant hand and the skeleton touched, and the giant hand and the skeleton turned into countless points of light at the same time, like a spring pouring down under the stillness of all things, turning into a spring of light, and instantly surging to the ground, a halo spread out from near and far, and then the entire swamp lit up.

Countless transparent rays of light scrambled out of the ground, reflecting the azure sky, and the scattered thunder of the giant hands fell one after another, connecting with the light of the ground, and the entire swamp was bathed in a sea of radiant light.

"God! only a god can do this!" Geralt's body still remained suspended in the air, but the thoughts in his mind were running like a galloping horse.

It was at this time that he naturally saw a book.

The book appeared in the center of the sea of light so naturally, as if it had always been there, but he hadn't noticed it before, and it looked familiar on the outside. Geralt was puzzled for a moment and immediately remembered, isn't this the little book that Luo Xian has been hanging on his waist?

Everything is still, but the mind is moving, the little book floats in the air, slowly opens in front of everyone, and countless wonderful symbols burst out from the pages like endless chains.

At this moment, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded in Geralt's head, flickering and flickering.

When Geralt tried to listen to the sound with his heart, the voice disappeared immediately, but when he relaxed his mind and stopped thinking about it, the voice appeared in his mind inexplicably.

Praise for all things~

For some reason, Geralt instantly understood what the voice was saying, and although he didn't know the meaning of the exact pronunciation, he understood the truth of what it was saying.

Not only Geralt, but all the people present, and perhaps the entire creatures of the swamp were all fixed in the air at this moment, not moving at all, but the swamp was changing at a rapid pace.

In the past, the mire that used to devour life is gone, the strange vines and flowers that love flesh and blood are gone, the mosquitoes, flies, insects and pigs that contain poison are gone, and the water ghosts, ghouls, and swamp banshees who eat people are gone. The quagmire, which is very prone to sagging, has solidified, and clear waterholes, bright flowers and plants, unknown plants, and medicinal herbs have emerged.

Countless clusters of light rose from all over the swamp, large and small, each beginning to condense into different forms.

Although Geralt could only think now, and couldn't even move his eyes, he could feel all the state in this area. This is a state of prosperity and revival, and it appears in his heart very intuitively.

At the same time, he understood what the light clusters that were emerging from the dirt and were rising, of different sizes and shapes, represented.

It represents life, the life that has been mercilessly devoured and killed by monsters in this swamp for hundreds of years.

There were animals, insects, humans, civilians, soldiers, robbers and caravans, not to mention the lush flora and fauna.

From then on, the humpback swamp is no longer synonymous with sadness, but a symbol of life, and everything is different from now on.

And it was Luo Xian who changed all this, or the mysterious little book.

Geralt couldn't imagine what kind of magic tools had such earth-changing power, and even the magic books that wizards said could summon extraterrestrial meteorites to destroy islands could not compare to the miracles in front of them.

With the disappearance of the swamp, the revival of the forest began to disappear, and countless thunderbolts all turned into nourishment here, supporting the growth of all things.

And when the sea of light is gone, the forest is full of life, and the mysterious symbols on the mysterious little book become smaller and smaller, and the chains formed gradually become yellow and white silk threads intertwined.

Intertwined horizontally and vertically, bundled into cloth, an ordinary strip of cloth three fingers wide for adults was born in front of all things.

The strip of cloth wound rapidly and regularly through the air, and finally became a humanoid shape, as if it contained a wounded person who had been wrapped in severe injuries.

The small book incarnates the cloth strip, or the cloth strip itself is a small book, and finally wraps it into a person.

The whole body, including the face, is tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, and only the eyes are cracked, which is less than a finger's width exposed.

Everything was still still, but the man who had been born out of thin air was able to move freely under the stillness of all things, and he seemed to look down at his limbs with some surprise, and then quickly turned his head to Geralt, who was still parked in mid-air.

The man stayed where he was, made an apologetic gesture, then another goodbye gesture, and then disappeared without a trace.

In an instant, for some unknown reason, Geralt recognized this person as Luo Xian, who had disappeared under the giant hand.

At this moment, Geralt felt a gust of wind blow in his ears, and his feet were solid, followed by the sound of all kinds of birds and flowers, and everything came to life again.

Geralt understood, Luo Xian left, he came to his world alone in a way that ordinary people could not understand, and left alone at this moment, not knowing when they would be able to meet again, not knowing if they would have the opportunity to see him again in the remaining four hundred years of their lives, this friend who had been together for more than half a month.

Perhaps, one day, the two will meet again, as long as they are alive.

"Master, why did this rebirth turn the apprentice into a mummy, how ugly is this? You see, the disciple doesn't even have eyes, only two slits. ”

"The path you choose, and it corresponds to the danger you will face next. ”

"Danger?

"If you become a mummy, then naturally you have to go to Egypt, because it is a specialty there~"

"Master, the apprentice is serious with you, and you still tease the apprentice like this. ”

"What are you going to Egypt for?"

"Nature is to kill gods, this is the path you have chosen. ”

"Killing gods?!Master, don't be kidding!How can this little body of a disciple be worthy of such a heavy responsibility?!"

"What are you afraid of? It's just some remnant god who has lost his faith and is dying shortly after death. ”

"Master, to be honest, the apprentice is not ready yet, is it too urgent to go now. ”

"I didn't tell you to go now, the master will take you back for a meeting first, and you should also meet the subordinates of the master, you are the third apprentice of the master, and you can directly trouble them if you have something in the future. ”

"Meeting, Master, what's the meeting?"

"The Seven Realms Exchange and Fusion Meeting, Moyi Star is almost here, and the landlords of the earth should also come out to see the world, so as not to stare at their own small circle of calculations like the natives all day long. ”

"Huh?!"