Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Lich transformation ceremony?"

Harvey's eyes widened in surprise and asked in disbelief: "Lambert, are you kidding me? The Lich transformation ceremony has been lost since the age of the Dragon."

Lambert shook his head with a wry smile and explained, "Yes, the ritual that follows the traditional one has been lost for a long time, but the Secretology has recreated a new way of transformation... and has been verified successfully in several speakers."

Harvey squinted his eyes and recalled carefully some secret historical allusions he learned during the Academy of the Undead.

A high-level undead or shadow caster who has no hope of being promoted to the legend can seek to convert into an undead to continue himself before his lifespan is about to be exhausted, but this is just an attempt to exist.

Because in a sense, the difficulty and risk of the Lich's transformation ritual is no less than the promotion ritual of the legendary caster.

Extract the source of life, create a soul container, mix the blood of ancient divine creatures... Finally, through a complex dark ritual, all your soul and flesh are sacrificed, completing the twisted cycle from birth to death and then from the dead to resurrection.

"So... you came to this hidden place to complete the transformation ceremony of the lich?"

Harvey said to Lambert with a serious expression: "This is simply crazy. Whether the conversion is successful or not, it will definitely cause abnormal fluctuations in the Magic Net space. After all, this is a twisted ritual that forcibly rewrites the rules of magic power."

At least the demon-killers who closely monitor the magic net space in the Glory Church will immediately follow the sound, rushing towards the location of the Lambert family like a group of sharks smelling blood in the sea.

Not to mention that the Federation also has three legendary spellcasters who are good at roaming magic nets. These orthodox spellcasters will never sit idly by and watch an immortal monster who has completely lost his humanity and is eroded by evil will be born.

Lambert said blankly, "The Necromancer is here! Harvey, when did you know so much about the profound and mysterious magic knowledge? In the last time you communicated, you were obviously only at the primary caster level."

"I'm already at the intermediate level now!" Harvey was too lazy to talk too much to say nonsense to him, and stood up and urged, "Lambert, why don't you go with me! The Southern Continent is not without a foothold of the undead mage. I There is a huge spellcaster territory running on the border wasteland in the central continent, where you can still learn magic knowledge and conduct magic research freely."

Although this guy seems to have a noble status in the family and bears the identity of the eldest son of the clan, his obvious ability and talent are too far-reaching, and he has never been trained as a successor at all. Even his two clan brothers, White and Black looks much stronger than him.

While the ship of the Halro Chamber of Commerce still needs to be replenished in the dark waters for three days, Harvey felt that he could have taken Lambert, the "waste young master" who was not valued and paid attention to, quietly ran away and stayed at The Necrotic Secretariat and Lambert's family must be fully committed to the ceremony preparations and will not pay extra attention to monitor them.

Lambert nodded in a slight sense of understanding, and then said distressedly: "Secretly run away? But what should I do if I collect these antiques I brought? This is the wealth I have accumulated for more than ten years! Every piece cannot be abandoned. Baby!”

The biggest hobby of this "Father Second Generation" in his life was not about studying and learning magic knowledge, but about collecting rare antiques from the ancient dragon era to the war period of the Become League. The more rare and interesting things he was, the more he was. I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy and collect.

Harvey looked at the collections in the felt tent without any magic fluctuations in the four or five exquisite boxes, and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"I really don't know how to say hello to you! Don't worry, I have a way to transfer your baby away in advance, so that no one will be lost..."

Lambert felt relieved and asked in a low voice with joy, "That's great. I don't want to stay in this wet and dark place. When will we run away?"

Havi thought for a moment, "I have just arrived, and must be under the attention of your fellow tribes. After three days, on the eve of the return of the ship of the Halro Chamber of Commerce, you took me to the coastline for excuses..."

...

Harvey stayed in the caster camp for the next two days, either studying in Lambert's felt tent or occasionally having academic exchanges with some necromancers who arrived here earlier than him - these people also Not members of the Secretariat and Lambert family, most of them were persecuted because of the plague that occurred in the central mainland and were forced to come for refuge.

Harvey keenly discovered that members of the Lambert family, who are truly suspected of being a esoteric ecclesiastical identity, are not often active in the caster camp. Even White and Black, who had brought him with him, have disappeared from the camp since yesterday. Where is it.

Of course, Harvey knew that these people were preparing for the so-called Lich transformation ceremony in a secret place nearby, but he did not intend to involve this matter, so he naturally did not take it seriously. care.

"Harvey, I'll go see my father, and then come back to pack up and run away with you!" As the evening approached, Lambert returned to the camp and agreed with Harvey that the two of them would set off at midnight, before he decided to Let's go to see my father first, even if you say goodbye.

"Don't let him see that you are going to run away...or maybe neither of us can leave!" Harvey reminded with a frown.

Lambert chuckled and said, "Don't worry! I won't say I'm leaving... Besides, he won't care much about my father. Anyway, he is not the only son..."

After that, Lambert hurriedly left the caster camp, while Harvey stayed in his felt tent, took the magic solvent and quill that drew the temporary teleportation array, and quickly put the piece Lambert laying on the ground. Paint painting on expensive handmade carpets.

With the Magic Net Teleportation Array, Lambert's pile of "expensive rags" can be instantly teleported back to the wasteland territory and directly arrived at the underground laboratory of Harvey Castle. As, who is on duty for 24 hours a day. Darren and Reiner were responsible for receiving.

As for the route of the two of them, they naturally go back wherever they come. After arriving in Erisburg through the Halro Chamber of Commerce, they transferred to the Wizard Kingdom Daus through the Continental Teleportation Array, and then Second teleportation to Jackdaw Town.

After packing up and handling everything, Harvey sat leisurely in the tent and picked up a free book to read it, waiting for Lambert to return and midnight was approaching.

...

Two hours have passed...

Three hours have passed...

When the silver-white moon was wrapped in thick fog and rose to the sky, the curtain of the felt tent was suddenly pulled open.

But the person who came was White and Black who had disappeared for two days. Lambert did not come back. Harvey vaguely felt that something might have happened.

"His Excellency Harvey..." White's face was a little wrong, as if he was still hesitating whether to speak, but Black snatched the conversation and said bluntly, "Your Excellency, something might happen to Lambert!"

"What's wrong?" Harvey frowned and stood up directly.

"That guy... shouldn't be able to hold back and tell you about a certain ritual we are doing?" Black's face was solemn. "The ceremony had lasted for more than ten days, but suddenly a strange thing appeared at noon today. Changes, the elders and...the congressmen believe that the sacrifices and offerings required for the ceremony have gone wrong…”

Harvey narrowed his eyes and suppressed his anger and interrupted the other party's explanation, "What's wrong with Guan Lambert? You have even got the blood of the divine creatures, and complete a Lich transformation ceremony. You won’t need his mid-level necromancer to help, right?”

He paused and asked gritted his teeth, "Or, because the ceremony showed signs of failure, some stupid guys tried to transform the Speaker of the Secretariat who was transforming into a monster by blood sacrifice. Reversal and backtrack in the current situation?”

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White took a few steps back and said in a trembling voice: "You...how do you know everything? Even Lambert doesn't know the secrets of these rituals!"

That's not to thank the magic encyclopedia of the Spellcaster Forum... Harvey complained silently in his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense. Since you are here to look for me, it means you don't want Lambert to die in vain, right?" Harvey said, and bent down and lifted up the thick velvet blanket under his feet, and took it and threw it in The magic solvent on one side began to draw the formation diagram.

"Yes, we do want to save Lambert..." Blake murmured in a low voice, "That damn secret religion and rituals, like a decayed corpse buried in the soil for hundreds of years..."

A new generation of undead spell casters like them are not willing to pursue those decadent undead traditions, but because of the spell casting faction, they have to endure the oppression of secular concepts and discrimination by orthodox spell casters, which is a typical dilemma.

"When will they start the blood sacrifice?"

"Midnight...it's only that time is the most suitable time..."

White looked at Harvey's head and drew the array diagram, wonderingly: "What are you doing? Don't we need to go to the location of the ceremony immediately and find a way to rescue Lambert?"

Harvey rolled his eyes and complained: "Only the three of us go? Facing a group of senators from the Necrotic Secretariat and those middle and high-level undead spell casters from your family? You two will not forget that I just came with a consciousness of accommodating. And the body puppet of mental power, right?”

He stuffed the magic solvent and quill in his hand into the stunned White's hand, and decisively ordered: "If you want to save someone, do what I said."

"Blake, go to the sleeping cave of the zombies and corpse puppets next to the camp, and stick them all out of control for me, and let them run out of control in the camp... It's better to take everyone's attention All the strength is attracted!”

A hint of redness surged on Black's pale face, and he said quietly, "I... my magic is not enough to awaken all living zombies, I have just been promoted to the middle level..."

"I'm really ate my brain by living zombies..." Harvey said speechlessly, "The Shadow Magic Stone I gave you one bag of each of you before, activated with magic and threw it into the pile of corpses. It will make those guys immediately more powerful than when they were alive. Lively!”

Black immediately understood and hurriedly lifted the tent and left.

White was holding the solvent and a quill in a daze, "Herestie Harvey, what about me?"

"Assist me to draw a demon summoning array...I want to conduct a demon summoning ceremony in the alien space."

Of course, the three of them alone could not save Lambert. All Harvey could think of at the moment was naturally to shake the person quickly.