Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey looked down and found that black tears were no longer flowing in White and Black's eyes. He just knelt on the ground like a panic attack, curled up and trembled, at least his life would not be in danger in an instant.

So he walked quickly to the foot of the pale palace standing not far away, and looked closer to observe the twisted faces attached to the wall.

"There are faces of a wise race like the half-demon who has long been extinct..." Harvey pondered for a moment and communicated with the inner demon, "I think the soul absorbed by this temple of the Dead is probably not something that has been relied on overnight. A huge bloody sacrifice ceremony was accumulated."

The inner demon nodded and agreed, "It is true. The exterior wall of the palace made by tens of thousands of souls should have gone through hundreds or even thousands of years of history. Although it only presents a part of the form through projection, it..."

He suddenly said to Harvey with some excitement: "I think its essence should exist in a certain space rift in the magic net, and it was not formed naturally, but was artificially opened up by a legendary undead spellcaster from ancient times. .”

Harvey understood what Mr. Inner Demon meant and shook his head helplessly. The indigenous man of the Magic Net could roam a magic net after hinting that he could use this as a clue to find the physical remains projected by the temple.

"Mr. Inner Demon, I'm sorry... we need to solve the troubles in front of us first and then plan the subsequent activities, right?"

While complaining, Harvey reached out to try to touch the face on the wall. Before his palm could contact it, an uncontrollable desire suddenly surged out of the space of consciousness deep in his soul.

He did not dare to underestimate the abnormal movements that appeared from time to time in his spiritual anchor, and quickly planned to retract his palm, but in an instant... a blood-blood crack suddenly cracked in the palm of his hand, just like the three churches devouring the soul beach. Like a demon-killer, he bit the pale face on the wall.

The human face suddenly let out a silent roar, and other faces around him became active, and his face was constantly twisting in horror and trying to escape from the position covered by Harvey's palm, squirming like geckos lying on the wall.

The strange mouth in the palm of his hand quickly tore the bitten face to pieces, but it continued to open and close, conveying a clear desire for food into Harvey's mind, trying to guide Harvey to continue letting it eat the face around him.

Harvey took his palm back and looked at it, and found that he did not feel any problems with his body. Instead, because the strange mouth in the palm of his palm swallowed a face, the fingers gradually changed from the original pale gray-black to the original white flesh color.

The normal color that had disappeared in this area for some reason actually recovered in his finger position...

"What's going on?" Harvey murmured in confusion.

The inner demon who had been silent for a long time suddenly said, "Mr. Kelthuzad... Tsk tsk tsk, I only now realize that you are no less than me in your desire for wishes and desires... …”

The desire for will and desire?

Harvey's heart moved and asked, "Mr. Inner Demon, are these dead faces I devoured... some kind of existence that condenses desire?"

"The life source contained in the flesh and blood body, the soul core stored in the consciousness space... They were originally composed of countless human natures and desires, so what's so strange about this..."

He paused, with a strange and slight jealousy in his tone, "The desires and wishes contained in the faces of these dead people have experienced the long-term erosion of death energy, which is too complicated and filthy, and is not suitable for our tribe to absorb... It’s you, haha, with your mental strength and weird... traits, you don’t have to avoid picky food at all.”

Do you think I want to eat it? Intersection Intersection Harvey couldn't help but complain, but his palms were still very honestly continuing to approach the palace walls, tearing and swallowing the faces of the dead who were squeezed together and unavoidable.

Soon... His entire arm, to his body, and finally to his shiny robe, all returned to his normal color. From a distance, he looked like a pool of gray-black stagnant water suddenly appeared in a lively and colorful goldfish. generally.

Harvey didn't know how many faces of the dead had swallowed, but he felt that the space of consciousness gradually became full. In the end, there was a slight bloating feeling in the temples and forehead, and the eyebrows were slightly tingling.

"I think it should be enough... Look at the sky." The inner demon spoke at the right time and gave Harvey a reminder.

Harvey looked up at the top of the towering palace castle and found that a whirlpool-like tiny palace spiral was slowly decaying and peeling off like weathering. Almost in a blink of an eye, the huge building in the upper half of the palace was already in His eyes disappeared, and the silver-white moonlight that had been slightly penetrated through the cracks of the mountain was revealed at the top of the cave.

Two moans mixed with pain came from behind him, Harvey turned around and found that White and Black had regained their mental consciousness at some point and were slowly sitting up from the ground.

Black seemed to have suffered a little severe injury. After a moment, he suddenly twitched in pain. He let out a large mouthful of thick black mucus, which scared White so much that he took out the healing potion from his pocket and poured it into him.

"It's okay, you two are just suffering from certain trauma in your soul. You can recover slowly through persistent meditation for a period of time. Don't forcefully guide the magic to use magic tricks these days." The inner demon manipulated the twisted blood on Harvey's neck. The mouth was opened and closed, reminding him.

White nodded with lingering fear, looked at Harvey and said sincerely, "Your Excellency... and uh... Mr. Demon, thank you for saving us. I didn't expect that the ritual of the Necromancerism was so dangerous. No wonder they We have been strictly prohibited from approaching at will... Fortunately, we tried to save Lambert with our own strength, if not..."

Harvey waved his hand and told them not to say much, and said in a gentle voice: "Since you cannot participate in the battle, I suggest you leave here immediately, of course... After returning to the camp, we will get to the dock as soon as possible, and prepare for me and Lambert at any time. The sailing ship, if I haven’t returned before dawn, you can choose to escape on your own..."

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Black, who had recovered from the drug, looked up and said firmly: "No, Mr. Harvey, we will never leave you and Lambert to escape alone. We will return to the dock in advance to wait for you. If the rescue operation fails, we will be able to do so. It is handled by the family and the esoteric religion."

After saying that, the two stood up and bowed to Harvey, then followed the original path out of the underground ceremony area.

The inner demon said quietly, "Okay! The two young little drag bottles have finally been sent away. Mr. Kelthuzad, let's enter the ritual altar now..."

Harvey turned around and looked at the dissipated projection of the Temple of the Dead, and after the projection disappeared... a rough square stone door exposed on the mountain in front.