Flocks of crows hovered above the battlefield, trying to swoop down and enjoy a meal in the dead heaps that were piled up in the center and corners of the battlefield.

Unfortunately, in the silence of the night, soldiers from both warring sides still carried torches and patrolled back and forth over the disgustingly smelling battlefield.

They have a special name - the Night Watch.

The Night Watch is a tradition on the continent of Anvita.

Regardless of the race, there is a corresponding position, the human is called the night watchman, the orcs are called the diggers, and the elves are called the night watchman......

Regardless of their names, their job is the same, which is to patrol the battlefield on the night of the end of the war, and when they find the undead in the pile of corpses, they light fires and ring bells to warn them.

However, the legend of the undead is a story from a long time ago. The Night's Watch also gradually became night patrols.

These night rangers, oh, or night watchmen, have numbness in their eyes, and only tacitly turn their heads away when they patrol the borders they control, occasionally making eye contact with the opposing night watch.

The war has been going on to such an extent that ordinary soldiers on both sides of the war do not want to fight anymore.

However, the Roman Emperor Caligula and Capet, the leader of the Kingdom League, who decided the war between the two sides, had no intention of ending the war.

So, the war is still going on, even though it has been going on for three whole months, even though neither side that launched it has gained anything substantial during these three months.

Tonight, as peaceful as ever.

In addition, in the forest not far from the battlefield, there were two more black shadows.

"Father, how long are we going to go?" a deliberately low, slightly childish voice broke the silence of the night, and its owner was the shorter of the two dark shadows.

"Will, my child, do you smell the rancid stench in the air?" said the taller shadow, his voice magnetic.

"Well, a little. I also heard crows wandering in the distant sky, and they seemed to be afraid of something?" Will frowned and thought for a moment before speaking cautiously.

"That's right, kid...... By the way, where are your flints?"

"Here, well, here you go. ”

"Okay, wait a minute......"

Only a few "clicks" and "clicks" were heard, and a faint fire was lit in the dense jungle.

The light of the fire was very faint, and the tall black shadows covered it with their hands, and it was difficult for anyone to detect their presence even though it was night.

Despite this, this little bit of light is enough for the father and son to see each other clearly.

Holding a small torch that was lit was a young man.

He was only above average height compared to the humans on this continent, and his physique did not look very athletic, and even a little thin. But these emaciations are only relative, as long as ordinary people come to his side, they can feel that there is a terrifying power in his seemingly thin muscles.

His thick black hair looked a little messy in the firelight, but he looked unusually charming under his eyes with complex colors such as perseverance, unyieldingness, and madness......

At least, in the eyes of the noblewomen of the Roman circles, he would have been a precious plaything.

His name was Richard, an inconspicuous young man from the north who claimed to be a holy race.

Opposite Richard was his eldest son, Will, who was only twelve years old and very similar in appearance to him, but still revealing immaturity.

Both Will and his father, Richard, wore full-body leather armor made of grizzly bear tanning, which allowed them to minimize their chances of being spotted when navigating the jungle.

In addition, the residual scent on the grizzly bear's skin can also help them scare off some predators that are active at night, thus avoiding some unnecessary trouble.

Around his waist, a sturdy rope was tied, on which hung several sharp throwing knives and a dagger for accidents.

Each of them carried an alchemical sword that shimmered with ghostly light and emitted bursts of magic fluctuations. These two swords are even magical weapons that ordinary civilians may have never seen in their lives, and they may be the only things that the father and son can handle.

Richard sighed, he didn't know if he was doing the right thing, and today, taking his son to a dangerous battlefield and letting him witness something he shouldn't have been exposed to at his age......

However, it is said that those nobles cultivated their offspring in this way, so there should be nothing wrong with leading Will to come out and see the world......

"Son, do you remember what I told you when I came?"

"Remember, you told me to prepare me for battle tonight because it's dangerous...... But, father, if it's dangerous, why don't we bring Uncle Cohen and them along?"

“...... Remember, child, what happened tonight is a secret between our father and son, and don't tell anyone about it. ”

"Including Aunt Fiona?"

“...... Well, including her, and Vicky, and Vera. ”

"Daddy......"

"What's wrong? Why do you suddenly call me that, kid?"

"Do you have to leave Mommy?"

Richard was silent for a long time, he didn't know how to answer Will, he couldn't even look directly into Will's eyes for the first time.

After a while, in a hoarse voice, he replied:

“...... This is a matter between us adults, and being separated from your mother is my trouble...... However, even if we are separated, you can still go to your mother. I'm still your dad, she's still your mom, but the two of us aren't the same as before...... But you'll always be our child, you know?"

"Really?"

"Really, trust me. ”

"Well, got it, father. ”

Richard rubbed Will's little head, making his hair as messy as his own. And when Will heard this, he slowly let go of his thoughts.

Seeing this, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief, he hesitated, but still took out the dagger from his waist, and by the way, took out a scroll from the sandwich of his clothes.

"Kid, do you know what this is?"

"It's ...... I saw it in the book Uncle Cohen gave me. ”

"Is it the Jet von Dantonio Codex, which focuses on the origins of magic and the history of its use?"

"Yes, but this isn't just any scroll that stores magic below the super rank...... It's a legendary scroll that, if used correctly, can even destroy a nation! It's called The Conjuring. ”

“...... Well, got it. ”

"Child, you must take a closer look at what is next, how powerful this scroll is. In this world, as long as you have power, you can have everything. ”

“...... Well, I remembered. ”

"This is the power of the dead, it is very powerful, with your superior perception, keep it in your heart, I hope, you can stay away from this power as much as possible in the future......"

“...... Well, I'll definitely remember it!"

"So, here we go. ”

“...... Well...... Wait, father, what are you doing?!"

Under Will's somewhat flustered, stunned gaze, Richard gently slashed his wrist with a dagger.

A trail of blood dripped from the wound and pooled on the sigil on the unfolded scroll.

"Shhhh......h What it promises. This is the price I have to pay, and now, you will witness the power of legendary magic!"

Richard's face turned a little pale, and he felt that his life was rapidly draining with blood, and this loss was completely incomparable to the usual wounds and bleeding.

It was as if it was the scroll that was a fist away from his wrist, hungry for his life force.

But in front of his son, he still tried to make an indifferent appearance.

When the blood dripped on the scroll, the scroll seemed to come to life, it greedily devoured Richard's blood, and under Will's gaze, the runes were dyed red one by one, and then emitted a kind of demonic shimmer.

Luckily, it caught up with ......

Richard secretly rejoiced in his heart, and then quickly took his finger to his mouth for a moment, and when he withdrew his hand from the top of the scroll, he seemed to hear a desolate and unwilling cry.

Richard wiped the cold sweat that appeared on his head at this moment, swallowed his saliva, he was very nervous, he didn't know whether the group of people who gave him the scroll was reliable or not, but he didn't have a choice.

Gritting his teeth, Richard sang in an ancient elven language that he had mastered, which was still relatively jerky:

"May I light the lamp of the souls of the dead with my blood......"

"May the dead embark on the journey again, and fight for the living to sleep forever again......"

"May the Eternal Sleeper dedicate his soul to the ...... of immortal warblades"

"May ......"

Will, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at his father for some reason, he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

Suddenly, a feeling of suffocation hits, and Will instantly loses control of his body and almost falls to the ground. Fortunately, Richard noticed his abnormality and used the hand that had stopped the bleeding to hold him steady.

In an instant, a warm power poured into Will's body, and he felt a lot better...... At the very least, you can breathe freely.

"Thank you, father. ”

Richard struggled to hold himself up and not let himself fall. When the scroll was activated just now, it also had a certain impact on him.

It's a legendary magic scroll...... This......

"It's okay, Will. Also, now calm down and feel the magical elements in the air. In any case, legendary magic will always give you some enlightenment, and I hope it will help your talent. ”

"Got it, father, I'll do my best to perceive it. ”

Will closed his eyes, and his vision grew dark.

In the darkness, countless points of turquoise light slowly emerged, and they were like fireflies on a summer night, which should have been fascinating.

But......

"Father, I see ...... That miserable green point of light should be what you said......"

"The Element of Death. ”

"Yes, the Death Elemental. ”

With that, Will's face turned pale.

His eyes were still closed, but there was a look of fear on his face.

"Did you see that, Will?"

"I see it, father. They're grumpy, they want to vent their rage, they tell me they want to drag the living into eternal purgatory, wait, it's coming! they're coming...... Gross!"

Halfway through his words, Will couldn't hold back any longer, lowered himself, and threw up on the ground. His eyes were already open, and unlike before, those eyes that were so black and shiny were now filled with an awe-inspiring dark gold.

Richard crouched down with some distress, he knew that this was the characteristic of Will's ability evolution. However, this characteristic is accompanied by pain that ordinary people cannot bear.

Richard knew that he couldn't help much, so he could only draw the long sword behind him and lean his back against the tree, alerting Will to the gloomy forest around him.

After a long while, Will stood up with his eyes covered, and there were still two bloody tears on his face......

"Kid, how are you feeling?"

"It's alright, father. I can feel it, it's getting stronger. ”

"Well, this proves that your efforts have not been in vain. Now, let's go to the battlefield and see. You can also use this to demonstrate how what you see in your ability 'Elemental Horizon' is similar to what you see in reality. ”

"Good. ”

Ten minutes later, the two of them came to a small mound on the edge of the battlefield, which was an excellent viewing point.

Will watched in shock, all in front of him.

The skyrocketing firelight painted the dark sky with an eerie dark red, and countless soldiers fled, and in his excellent eyesight, he could even see the despair on the faces of those soldiers.

And after them were corpses that should have fallen to the ground waiting to be burned, but they moved extremely quickly.

The soldiers crumbled, their former comrades chasing them relentlessly.

There were almost no corpses left on the battlefield, and even those who were only half-cut were struggling to crawl on the ground. As for the scattered corpses, they were swallowed by many tall and fat monsters, as if they had been stitched together by many corpses, and soon they continued to grow larger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No one wails anymore.

Some were cursing what the Night's Watch were doing, some were praying for the salvation of Rome's old gods, some were laughing maniacally, they picked up their nearest weapon and stabbed themselves in the head with all their might—they were driven mad by the protracted war and the sudden undead.

Life after life is harvested, and after it falls, these lives will soon twitch and continue to get back to their feet, hunting their former compatriots, and it is creepy, as it seems.

They did not dare to resist, or rather, they had to flee for their lives after resisting to no avail.

No one wants to be a soulless undead who only knows how to kill!

......

Will's eyelids fluttered wildly, and he looked alarmingly at a corner of the battlefield, where a lonely shadow, carrying a worn-out lantern, was walking in the direction of himself and his father.

"Father, let's run away......"

"Don't be nervous, kid, that's the monster this scroll summons—the Spiritualist. ”