Beast Summoner

"Don't you just want to know where the saint is and how she is doing now?" the soul necromancer said hurriedly.

"There are still things that have the potential to inspire." Li Zhenbang crossed his hands on his chest and looked at the soul necromancer in a nonchalant manner.

"Okay, okay, I said, okay?" The soul necromancer raised his hands to indicate that he had compromised.

"Then let's talk about it carefully!" Li Zhenbang found a stone, blew on it, and then got on with it, as if he was ready to listen to the show.

Others followed suit, but they all sat next to Li Zhenbang, vaguely protecting Li Zhenbang.

Seeing this scene, the Soul Necromancer became even more certain that Li Zhenbang must be a descendant of a certain large family of Necromancers, either coming to practice or to relax.

The necromancers' subordinates are often undead, or people with certain undead attributes, and these three followers obviously do not have undead attributes. Generally, only the most loyal slaves of the necromancers do so. Such slaves will only be loyal to

A large family of necromancers.

"The Saint was not found in the God's Mansion, but in the Rob Forest. At that time, there was a miracle in the Rob Forest, and many people went to hunt for treasures. As a result, we, the treasure necromancers, didn't find much, but we found the Saint. You

I don’t know, but we went through all kinds of hardships to bring the saint back to the divine palace." The soul necromancer sighed with emotion.

"You guys? Did you go on that treasure hunt too?" Li Zhenbang looked at the soul necromancer in confusion.

"Well...originally...I was planning to go, but something happened and I was delayed, so in the end I didn't go." The Soul Necromancer said with some embarrassment.

"You still have the nerve to talk shamelessly to us before you go?" Li Zhenbang curled his lips disdainfully. Although this undead magician is only in the state of his soul, his shamelessness is really amazing!

"What do we have to do with what we necromancers do? Although I didn't attend the scene in person, I silently cheered!" The soul necromancer said stubbornly with a strangle in his neck and his head held high.

"You shout and cheer silently, you really know how to express your words!" Li Zhenbang looked at the soul necromancer jokingly.

"Don't worry about these details!" The soul necromancer looked at the ghost with hot eyes, and didn't pay much attention to Li Zhenbang's cynicism.

Necromancers may be brave and fearless of death, but if they have a chance to survive, they are still willing to choose to live well.

Many people choose to take refuge in necromancers or become necromancers because they have too many things that they are reluctant to part with and do not want to end their lives casually.

But once they become necromancers, their ideas will change over time, and the pursuit of immortality is no longer the ultimate goal.

A person who has lived for one hundred years may feel that life is precious, and if he has lived for three hundred years, he may feel that life is valuable. However, if he has lived for seven hundred, eight hundred, or one thousand or two thousand years, he will have no concept of life.

With a cookie-cutter life and constant dealing with dead bodies, even normal people will become abnormal. Not to mention how many necromancers have normal brains? Most people are extreme. People around them are not normal.

Subtly, it becomes abnormal.

"The saints of our necromancers are the messengers sent by the God of Death to the world, and they are the envoys who guide us in the direction. The saints of our necromancers are not as cool as the Holy See. Our saints of necromancers are not common, but

Every time the saint appears, there will be a bloody storm."

"Although until now, the attempts to rule the world have always failed in success and lost troops, but every time the saint appears, it can bring a big gain to the necromancers."

"If you are young, you may not know that the Saint has not appeared among the Necromancers for three hundred years. Now that the Saint has appeared, how could the Necromancers not cherish it more? After three hundred years of continuation, our strength has reached such a terrifying level

The situation is beyond your imagination."

"Now that the Saint has joined us, we Necromancers are destined to return to the world, and this world will be dominated by us Necromancers!" The Soul Necromancer roared excitedly.

Li Zhenbang frowned. He originally wanted to inquire about Li Ruoyue, but unexpectedly he got an unexpected gain, and this unexpected gain was at the level of a forbidden curse.

It's just a pity that even if he passes this news on, no one will believe him. Although necromancers have occasionally been discovered in recent years, they are just some weak minions who are really powerful.

The necromancer may only show up when a miracle occurs.

Li Zhenbang felt a little irritated in his heart. It seemed that it wouldn't be long before the world was about to usher in a bloody storm, which was like a purgatory on earth. The more this happened, the more important it was to rescue Li Ruoyue as soon as possible, otherwise it would only get worse.

The harder it gets.

"The day of our necromancers is coming soon. It's exciting to think about it! I..."

"Okay, don't talk so much nonsense. How is the saint now? Have you accepted the potential stimulation?" The soul necromancer also wanted to express his emotions, but was interrupted by Li Zhenbang. Li Zhenbang did not have the time or interest.

Listen to this nonsense.

"Alas! You are really disappointing." The soul necromancer shook his head and sighed.

"I don't have much time to listen to you chattering here. How is the saint?" Li Zhenbang said impatiently.

"Okay, okay, let me tell you! The saint is certainly very good now. She is served by all kinds of people. It is not an exaggeration to describe her as wearing clothes, reaching for food, and opening her mouth. When will I be able to... that

...The saint's current situation is quite good!" After seeing the look in Li Zhenbang's eyes, the Soul Necromancer felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly gave up his topic.

"It's good? What's a good idea? Is it good to be taken care of? If you say these unnutritious words again, I will really leave!" Li Zhenbang's tone was a little annoyed.

What the soul necromancer said was either an excited emotion or a few words tossed around. Regarding Li Ruoyue, he didn't provide anything of value at all.

"That..." The soul necromancer was a little embarrassed. He was so far away from the divine palace, and it was already very difficult to get some information about the saint. How could he possibly know the saint's current situation?

He did not pay attention to these deliberately. His most important thing now was to advance, become a powerful and terrifying Holy Mage of the Undead, and successfully enter the upper circle of the Undead Mage.

"Forget it, you should talk about stimulating the potential of the saint! If you continue to express emotions randomly and just say a few words over and over again, you can just play here by yourself! My time is not wasted on you

On my body!" Li Zhenbang glared at the soul necromancer fiercely, then took a deep breath to calm his uneasy heart.

"Stimulate the potential of the saint..." The soul necromancer was in a dilemma. He knew something about this, but he didn't know how much Li Zhenbang knew. He was afraid that he would repeat what he said, or that Li Zhenbang knew everything he said, and then he would do it.

If you have to break things up at once, then the gains outweigh the losses.

"Don't tell me, you don't know anything." Li Zhenbang slowly stood up and said through gritted teeth.

"Uh... I know, but I don't know how much you know. I don't know where to start!" the soul necromancer said helplessly.

"Then you start from the beginning and tell everything you know. As long as what you say is not nonsense, no matter how detailed it is, I will not interrupt you." Li Zhenbang continued slowly, looking at him with an unkind expression.

Soul Necromancer.

"Okay! Then I'll tell you everything I know." Seeing that Li Zhenbang didn't refute, the Soul Necromancer breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he has also made up his mind. As long as he gets the ghost, he must take back all the humiliation he suffered from these people!

In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, he will not make these people into undead puppets, but the souls of these people can bring him great nutrients and energy, which will be of great benefit to the Holy Magister of the Undead he is about to attack.

Maybe this is the gift that the God of Death sent to himself!

It has already been brought to his mouth. If he doesn't eat it, wouldn't he be sorry for this fate and the special care of the God of Death?

"In fact, stimulating potential is not only a right enjoyed by saints. Ordinary people who want to become necromancers can also enjoy this opportunity if they make certain contributions."

"To put it bluntly, stimulating potential is a way to transform people who cannot use necromancy magic into necromancers or undead warriors. Our saints are often not necromancers, so we need to stimulate her potential and make her become an undead.

Magician."

"The longer the activation process takes, the more complete the transformation will be, and the more powerful you will be after becoming a necromancer."

"The most powerful saint in history spent two full years just to activate her potential, spending countless money and manpower. However, the hard work paid off. After the saint activated her potential, she directly became a god.

That’s the real God!”

"Unfortunately, during that period of time, countless geniuses emerged among human beings, including the gods of magic and war that you humans worship, as well as some other people with close to god-level power. If they hadn't joined forces, we necromancers would have long ago

Rule the world!" The Soul Necromancer said angrily, his voice full of unwillingness.

"You mean... the saint has begun to activate her potential?" Li Zhenbang suddenly jumped up from the stone, his voice trembling.