Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

What is he doing here?

Could it be that he was trying to summon Fini Sareth just like him?

Wait, the purpose of bringing these young people here is to sacrifice them to please Fini Sares, right?

Combining the spells they recited just now, Locke had a guess that was close to the truth.

Suddenly, an arm stretched out from the snow, followed by a loud rumble.

A three-meter-tall stitched corpse monster emerged from the ground. Its body seemed to be composed of the stumps of three or four people. Its mouth was unexpectedly large, occupying two-thirds of the body, and it was enough to swallow anyone alive. It has seven hands but only three legs, and its whole body exudes the stench of decay.

The boys and girls who were still dancing weird dances were so frightened that they screamed. This was the first time they had seen such an ugly thing. Its mere existence was blasphemy.

The corpse monster grabbed the red-haired girl closest to him as easily as pinching an ant.

"Help! Help."

The red-haired girl let out a cry of joy.

"Teacher, help me."

The undead wizard Borg smiled, and then four or five more stitched corpse monsters appeared on the ground.

A mood of despair is gripping these young people.

"Teacher, save us, save us."

"What kind of monster is this? Don't come here!"

They fled in panic, begging Borg for help, but Borg was unmoved.

Only then did they realize that they had been deceived.

The corpse monster threw the red-haired girl high into the air, opened its mouth wide, and planned to eat her in one bite.

Just when the red-haired girl was about to fall into the zombie monster's bloody mouth, a long black hair bound the girl and forcibly pulled her over.

The red-haired girl's face was covered with tears, and she felt something cold down there. It was because she was so frightened that she became incontinent and peed her pants.

Locke's keen sense of smell immediately detected the strange smell of the red-haired girl, so he threw her into a big tree and took back his hair.

He walked into the crowd, and the undead wizard Borg looked at Locke with a wicked smile,

"Just in time, there is one more sacrifice. Lady Fini Sares will like it."

Chapter 189, "Do you want to make me infamous?"

Borg is a native of Attenborough, born in a remote town near Attenborough in the north. The town is often infested by wild wolves and monsters. Therefore, the church always asks for protection fees from the townspeople. , Borg's parents gave birth to a total of seven children. According to the church's regulations, they must pay protection fees for nine people.

This put the already not wealthy family into a desperate situation. In order to let other children survive, the father could only drive Borg, a young boy who was born with a disability, into the dark forest.

Borg was born blind. His existence was destined to become a burden to the family, so he should have been abandoned.

While he was waiting for death in the dark forest, he met his teacher, a necromancer of unknown reputation.

He has a fetish for young and handsome boys.

So he picked up Borg, who looked pretty good.

From then on, Borg's fate changed.

The necromancer believed that he was a person chosen by the God of Death, who was born to be a wizard and had excellent talent in practicing necromancy.

After becoming a necromancer, he not only regained his strength, but also gained power.

So, when he was 20 years old, he returned to the small town and made his younger brothers and sisters into stitched corpse monsters, which he kept with him. As for his parents, he let the corpse monsters eat them.

After that, he became a notorious necromancer in the town and was wanted by Attenborough.

However, the bounty hunters who pursued him never made it back alive, and ended up being the food of his zombies, which made him even more famous, known as the bounty hunter's nightmare, the villainous necromancer Borg.

When he was 30 years old, he successfully killed his teacher and turned him into his slave. He entered the Tumen Kingdom and assumed the identity that his teacher once pretended to be, a literature teacher.

In order to go further, Borg discovered the tomb of the undead witch Fini Sareth while searching for ancient information about the necromancer.

In order to gain the recognition of Feni Sares and let her give him more powerful power, or to directly make her corpse into a corpse puppet, the smart Borg thought of sacrifice.

Sacrificing this group of energetic boys and girls to Fini Sares in exchange for what he needs is a very cost-effective thing for Borg, even if he will be killed by Tumen again for this. Wanted in the Kingdom.

Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Berg just felt funny.

At the age of 30, I could deal with so many experienced bounty hunters. Now that I was in my early 40s, would I be afraid of a teenager?

The innocent young man in front of him has never seen the horror of the necromancer. His appearance is just to give him another sacrifice.

Borg was full of confidence in his undead magic, and he was also full of confidence in the corpse monsters he summoned. Especially the cries and cries of boys and girls made this confidence even more inflated.

"Desperate and cry, it will make the sacrifice more interesting."

Borg stretched out his hands and embraced the sky, his expression ferocious and twisted.

He didn't take Locke seriously at all, thinking that his corpse monster could tear him apart.

This unlucky young man, who had only had a chance encounter with him, was about to die in his great cause.

Those young people who asked for help didn't think Locke had the ability to save them, but they didn't care about others and only cared about their own escape.

The stitched corpse monsters were quite terrifying to them, not only because they had hideous faces and stinking bodies, but also because they could pull out the limbs of a normal person with just one attack. They were extremely powerful and had sharp teeth. This was a one-sided massacre.

Compared with these three-meter-tall monsters, the boys and girls were like a group of lambs to be slaughtered. They could do nothing but cry and despair.

"I am Locke, an investigator from the Sixth Security Court. I am hunting down a necromancer with a history of theft. Mr. Wizard who is being sacrificed, are you a necromancer?"

Locke asked.

Borg narrowed his eyes. The Sixth Security Court? That is, the Abnormal Investigation Bureau.

This is common sense in the field of weirdness. This young man is an investigator from the Abnormal Investigation Bureau?

This is simply a hundred benefits and no harm to me.

Presumably, sacrificing a weirdo would make the undead witch Fini Sarres happier, right?

"Haha, I'm a necromancer, young investigator, you're unlucky."

"Well, then you're arrested."

Locke said calmly.

"Hahaha, arrogant young man, you'll be my sacrifice to please the witch today!"

Borg laughed, but the next second, his smile froze on his face.

Because the stitched corpse monsters he summoned all fell to their knees and crawled on the ground, facing the young investigator Locke.

Locke covered his nose, which was why he would rather contract a skeleton monster than a zombie.

They were so smelly.

As if they felt Locke's disgust, the stitched corpse monsters lowered their heads in inferiority and dared not get up.

"You! What's wrong with you? Get up, all of you!"

Borge was anxious.

Did the corpse monsters he raised rebel collectively?

They surrendered before they even fought, are they shameless?

After all, he is a notorious necromancer with a bounty of more than 50,000 gold meeks!

Locke heard Borg's voice and his eyes lit up slightly.

The bounty is more than 50,000 gold meeks? Are you serious?

It seems that the traditional virtue of helping others is time to flourish.

Locke was instantly full of energy and turned into a messenger of justice, saying to Borg,

"You, a despicable necromancer, actually lured students to this kind of place and wanted to sacrifice them to evil beings. Today I will destroy you on behalf of justice. Corpses, kill him for me!"

The stitched corpses stood up and turned to look at Borg, with hatred in their eyes.

"Wait, what are you doing? You bunch of trash, I am your master, I am the great necromancer, what do you want to do?"

The rebellious monsters completely ignored Borg's words and rushed towards him.

The young boys and girls were stunned and looked at Locke in disbelief.

Investigators from the Sheriff's Court? How could there be such a powerful investigator? What did he do?

"Yes, we are saved."

"Those monsters, monsters rushed towards Mr. Borg, let's run away."

"My legs, my legs are weak, I can't move."

"I, I, I peed."

Just as the boys and girls began to discuss their incontinence, the necromancer Borg made up his mind and summoned a more powerful undead.

This undead is his teacher. Borg never summons him easily because he is his trump card and a very powerful existence.

"You must have some strange thing in your hands, right? Let these ordinary stitched monsters obey your instructions, but you underestimate the ability of a genius necromancer. Today, let you see what real horror is!"

Borg raised his confident head again.

The undead Borimir, who exuded the breath of death, also showed a cruel smile.

He slowly turned around and looked at Locke.

Then, he lowered his head and knelt on his knees.

"Please allow me to follow you, great necromancer."

"Borimir, what are you doing? I am the great necromancer, and the guy opposite is a..."

Borg was full of anger. He didn't expect that his trump card would also betray him.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

He had never heard of any strange thing that could make all the undead he had contracted betray him.

Unless it was a necromancer who was more evil and powerful than himself.

The undead naturally obeyed the strong, which led to their kneeling.

"You! Aren't you an investigator? You are also a necromancer!!!"

Borg's hands were shaking. After being backstabbed by his trusted partners twice, he seemed to have Parkinson's disease.

"Slander! This is a slander against the Church of Life! It's a slander against the Court of Justice! It's a slander against me personally! How could I be a despicable and shameless necromancer?"

In order to prevent the boys and girls from hearing more news, and because he didn't know the magic of forgetting, Locke used shadow control to knock out all the boys and girls nearby.

Including the red-haired girl hanging on the tree.

"You! You are indeed a necromancer."

Borg pointed at Locke angrily.

"Borimir, what are you waiting for? If you want to follow me, kill Borg quickly."

Locke ordered.

The eyes of Bolimir and many stitch monsters fell on Borg, and they moved towards Borg to tear him apart.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Borg's forehead. This was an unprecedented crisis he had encountered, even more so than the bounty hunters and church personnel who came to hunt him.

What the undead wizard fears most is not the righteous people, but the evil wizards who are stronger than himself.

"You can't do this to me, you will suffer backlash!"

Borg said.

But the undead people ignored it completely, and they were not afraid of pain.

Realizing that he was in a desperate situation, Borg chanted a spell, and a protective barrier appeared around him. The suture monsters could not enter, and Bolimir also needed to use magic to break it.

Borg took the opportunity to cut his hands, letting the blood flow into the ground, and said in dragon language,

"The chief disciple of the ancient witch Rosalía Jimenez, the beloved of the realm of death, the great undead witch Fini Sares, please accept my blood sacrifice, answer my call, and give it to me. Strength, let me survive the current crisis, and I am willing to sacrifice more of my life for you."

Purple runes appeared on Borg's arms, and these runes began to glow, echoing the blood flowing into the ground.

At this moment, a beautiful girl wearing a white dress and long silver hair slowly walked over carrying a veiled female corpse that exuded the aura of the dead.