Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 530 It’s better to come early than to come by chance
"No one knows about this place, and no one will come here, including the chief priest."

Dmitri said this to Dylan after passing through the winding corridor.

He had a faint sense of pride, and even his hunched body straightened slightly.

Dylan pretended not to understand, his eyes fixed on the figure in the center of the huge magic circle in front of him.

Roman Guittier.

Dmitri's elder brother and the real boss of Kitile.

It is said that Anson died on the way to invade Macala, and Roman immediately investigated Anson's meditation house, and then went to Nigolese with evidence of his connection with the underworld.

His methods were so swift and decisive, and family members were so obedient that it was hard to tell that he had not been in charge of the family for thirty years.

"So, this is my final recognition?"

Dylan asked back.

The old man in the center of the magic circle opened his eyes, and those calm eyes were filled with a pale blue light that Dylan was unfamiliar with...

He didn't seem to be alive, at least not completely.

"You also need to get His recognition."

Roman stood up slowly.

Along with this movement, the light in his eyes seemed to move upwards, and then a layer of illusory spirit was pulled out of his body.

The aging body seemed to be drained away all at once, completely limp, and the light blue translucent soul floated directly in front of Dylan.

"We have had more than one conversation about McCulla and your research in psychics, but this is the first time."

He spoke.

Dylan raised his eyebrows slightly: "This really surprises me. Could it be that in the past, even when she met the Chief Priest in person, she was unable to discover your abnormality?"

"She serves a 'Him', so do we?"

Roman smiled as well, with a similar pride as Demetri had before.

"I know you admire the soul strength and resilience of the 'McCallaghans'. So what do you think of my soul?" he asked.

"You'll have to wait until you go to McCalla to find out. This kind of thing requires more professional equipment and researchers, but—"

Dylan changed the subject: "The fact that you can say something like this already explains a lot."

Roman's current condition is better than that of the average non-McKalla person who has taken the Gam extended-release tablets.

He is almost "non-aligned".

This means that no transcendental will has been integrated into its soul.

"It seems that McCalla's research in this area has far exceeded my expectations. Dmitri and I have reached an extremely correct conclusion."

Roman sighed, then stretched out his hand, allowing the light blue light on his soul to gradually withdraw and gather.

As the process progressed, his soul became like a high-tech beauty removing her makeup. It suddenly became riddled with holes and turbid. Filth of various colors changed like clouds, and it faintly emitted a wave that made Dylan feel uncomfortable.

Until a light blue ball of light appeared in his palm:
"As you can see, this is the greatest secret of Gittiler. The heir of the family has a soul root that does not belong to ordinary people. It has been protecting us from the beginning."

Dylan's heart sank.

This feeling is too familiar...

From liches, from necromancers, from polluted dragon souls - all souls cleansed in the Yuanling River have shed similar filth!

But no matter which of them, their filth showed a single attribute, not as complicated as Roman's.

Shadows, nature, earth, wind, blood...even holy light!
The pollution of various wills divided his soul in a primitive way, sometimes dispersing into blocks of different colors, sometimes merging into a sewage-like whole, changing and wriggling all the time.

However, the strange thing was that Roman was awake at this moment.

“Only if you accept it, can I safely hand it over to you,” Roman said.

As a master of spiritualism with the most clinical cases of soul purification in the world, Dylan understood it in an instant.

It was because these pollutions reached a delicate balance that Roman looked fine.

But that's just a look.

Although this underground secret room is isolated from human prying eyes, it cannot isolate itself from the ubiquitous shadows.

Being in the North, it is impossible for the Gittiers to create a "pure shadow environment" like the Macara people or the underground space of Yati Town.

Therefore, from the moment Roman took out this "Soul Root" on his own, the will of Shadow began to permeate.

Penetrate into his soul, and then enter this "root". What's more deadly is that this is definitely not the first time.

Dylan could easily imagine that if Gittier's history had been "inherited" in this way for countless years, it would be equivalent to giving the Shadow Will countless opportunities to infiltrate.

Even if it's only a little bit each time, it can still be fatal today.

However, they did not notice anything unusual, and the balance in their souls was not broken.

This explains a lot of things...

The will lurking in the shadows is spying, lying dormant, and waiting.

What is it waiting for?
Dylan felt something was wrong. This was the strongest sense of crisis he had felt since leaving McCalla.

His thoughts raced:

"I think you need it more than I do right now."

He protested gently, "Perhaps I should wait a little longer. The chief priest also said that the time is not yet ripe."

"Immature? I don't think there's a better time than now."

Instead of agreeing, Roman leaned forward, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

The light blue ball in his hand was only a dozen centimeters away from Dylan's head.

At this distance, the latter can clearly feel a desire coming from the other party.

Those pollutions - those pollutions that were originally in opposition to each other, now showed a unified emotion, an incomparable desire for his soul.

His pure soul.

"Do you want to refuse?"

Roman's voice sounded again, with a slight change in tone.

Even Dmitri sensed something was wrong.

"Roman, you..."

"I accept."

Dylan immediately stood between the two of them and reached out to take the soul root.

A bone-chilling chill instantly struck him and penetrated into his head almost in the blink of an eye.

But the Ganmu sustained-release tablets he had just used took effect, and coupled with his own soul resistance, it was like building a circle of walls to block the erosion of this thought.

Having lost the root of his soul, the pollution in Roman's soul completely erupted!

He suddenly flew into the air, his body like a pool of mud stretched into a strip. His human form disappeared, leaving only a head, emitting chaotic and painful howls from his mouth.

Dmitri was completely dumbfounded. How could a good ceremony turn out like this?!

But he still made the best choice and immediately ran to the magic circle console next to him.

The magic circle here is set up to prevent similar situations from happening, and now is the time to activate it!
Roman's soul noticed his movement in the air and immediately rushed over.

"Don't force me to do anything—"

His voice was deep and rich, like the roar of an evil spirit!

Dylan was frozen in place. Dmitri didn't care about anything else and ran while shouting:
"Roman! This is not you! Wake up!"

This shout seemed to hinder the other party for a moment, and there was a hint of clarity in the evil spirit's eyes, but it soon returned to being turbid.

It stretched out its body in the air, like a muddy blanket fully unfolded, and in the next second it would completely wrap up the hunchbacked old man.

But at this moment, Dmitri felt someone carrying him up, then he accelerated suddenly, and in the blink of an eye he appeared next to the control console.

The speed was too fast and the opponent's shoulder broke several of his ribs.

But he didn't care about that anymore, and quickly slammed his hands on the console. The copper sheet cut his palms, and blood spread instantly.

hum-

A low voice was heard, and the sky above suddenly became as bright as day!
The light on the magic circle rose and connected with the dome, binding the evil spirit Roman inside like a cage.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early."

Teacher Xia put Dmitri down and walked towards Dylan.

(End of this chapter)