Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Seeing that Ash was safe and sound, Harvey decided not to delay any more. He immediately suggested to the undead mages in the ritual cave: "Everyone, since the ritual has ended, why don't we go back to the camp and discuss the subsequent issues?"

Councillor Prael and the old man with white beard nodded, signaling several members of the esoteric religion to stay at the scene, responsible for restraining the body of the patriarch Lambert who had lost all his vitality, and quickly clearing out many devices and rune arrays of the ceremony.

When everyone returned to the caster camp, they found that the mess that had been caused by Black's zombies and corpse puppets had just been suppressed by colleagues who were left in the camp. At the moment, the camp still looked messy, and even the tent was Several slams were trampled.

Harvey coughed twice awkwardly, and politely called a young necromancer to inform White and Black about the situation to go to the dock area for him to inform White and Black, explaining that the situation was under control.

At the invitation of Prael, he entered the largest steep tent in the camp used as a temporary chamber.

After the situation eased, the minds of the undead mages relaxed. Before the Prair spoke, they surrounded Harvey as soon as they entered the tent, and asked with a longing look on their faces about the reversal ceremony just now. , the strange magic and the key points Harvey used.

Prael stood aside with a little embarrassed expression, not knowing whether to come forward to stop them or let them express their desire for knowledge to the fullest. Their spellcasting faction has been in a difficult situation for hundreds of years, not only worldly In his eyes, he is synonymous with evil and blood. He is surrounded by the church and nobles. Even within the spellcaster group, he is excluded by other factions that claim to be orthodox.

Most of the Necromancers are difficult to maintain through family and master-disciple inheritance. A small number of lucky people have the opportunity to attend one of the few undead academies in the southern part of the world. They receive relatively more formal and systematic academic education, but the academic circle is still very small. , often only rely on behind closed doors to explore research and promotion alone.

But because of this, necromancers are often more willing to help each other regardless of their origins and status, so these people dare to ask Harvey directly, without any worries about exploring other people's magic research results at will, and would easily anger other side.

"Your Excellency, once the life source and soul mark are extracted separately, will there really be no rejection reaction when re-fusion is re-extracted?"

"Mr. Harvey, can the legendary secret method of flesh and blood reshaping allow the caster to apply it directly to himself?"

"His Excellency Harvey, is the alchemy instrument you used in the ritual just now a research result that combines alchemy with the undead ritual? But... the undead craft should not be made with flesh and blood as a carrier to guide the magic net. Is the death energy imported?”

"Shadow magic! It must be a combination of shadow magic and death energy...a fusion magic? Is your original magic ability a chance to reach the legendary rank?"

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Harvey was surrounded by these thirsty gentlemen, and felt a thrilling heart. Finally, in the buzzing sound, he struggled to touch a chair someone pushed over and sat down.

This scene is like a group of junior college students asking an undergraduate...the ultimate truth of the origin of the universe.

He really can't answer most of the questions!

"Everyone! Everyone!" The old man with white beard tried hard to squeeze in front, and his hands swung his way out and pushed everyone closer and closer. "Don't be so rude, Your Excellency Harvey is our distinguished guest now! Please restrain yourself Emotion!”

He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, bowed and said, "I'm sorry, please forgive me for my previous arrogance and rudeness. Sirius Lambert...I am also the uncle of Ash's child."

Harvey frowned slightly and looked at the old mage in front of him who was probably seventy years old, "Asia's uncle?"

He knew very well how many years Ash was younger than him, and his friend's father, Captain Lambert, was only in his early forties, so why did such an old uncle come?

Member Prael walked up to interject and explained: "Siris has been in the corpse cave in the family's ancestral land for many years. While shouldering the responsibility of guarding zombies to prevent raids, he is engaged in high-intensity zombie refining research... …”

It turns out that it is due to the deep erosion of death energy, which is extremely aging on the outside...

Sirius himself smiled bitterly and took off his gentleman's hat, revealing his messy and sparse white hair, "After I barely advanced to the higher level, I feel that my life span is about to come to an end. I should have ended this extremely risky wizard. The transformation ceremony... But the patriarch refused and caused the chaos that almost ended today."

Harvey nodded in understanding and asked casually: "The projection of the Necropolis Temple used to protect the ceremony site should be what you did?"

Siris shook his head and pointed at the MP Prael and said, "This is Prael's masterpiece. My body is too old to bear the magical backlash that drives the legendary magic weapon to suffer."

Member Prael took out a delicate and grayish-shaped castle model from his arms at the right time, and seemed to be a miniature castle model carved from white bones. He explained without hesitation: "This is the only legendary dead soul left by the Necromancers' Secretology. The function of a magic weapon is to condense the legendary temple of the Dead, cover an area, and enemies who accidentally enter it will lose their desire to survive without being controlled, and gradually be absorbed from the vitality in the body..."

Harvey glanced at the high-level necromancer's emblem worn by Congressman Prael's chest, and then passed by a group of colleagues from other factions surrounding him, and immediately understood.

The undead spell casting faction is really withering... The Lambert family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the same long-standing Necromancers, have only two high-level undead spell casters and a pitiful legendary magic weapon. , it is true that those who hear it are sad and those who see it are crying.

"Mr. Prael, Mr. Siris... I have a little doubt, why is it necessary to conduct a lich transformation ceremony? This not only touches the taboos of the Federation, but also is easily attacked by the church on legitimate reasons. ""

He paused and continued, "And you cannot fully imitate the ancient correct ritual process. Using unauthorized rituals and alternative materials is a inevitable result of failure..."

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His open and honest inquiry almost immediately hit the pain that everyone knew. Most of them lowered their heads and stopped talking, and their faces became pale and bleak.

Sirius's lips twitched twice, and he smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't we know? But the undead spell casting faction has lost the path to promotion to legend. Because he has been dealing with death energy for many years, even if he enters a high level, his lifespan is even more than ordinary. The middle and low level casters are not as good as those of…”

Member Prael tightened the corner of his dress, with a look of despair on his face that was ashamed of the situation in front of him and was powerless for the future.

Harvey's heart moved and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Everyone, why do you keep lingering in the fruitless study of flesh and blood matter? As we all know, the connection between our spell casters and the magic net energy has always been dominated by soul and mental power... Why not turn your eyes to the soul What about the level? Is the reshaping of flesh and blood more noble than the immortality of the soul?”

Soul level? Is it a study of the wise-free ghosts born after the deceased's energy erosion? Those things are not even as good as a white bone skeleton, they cannot be refined or preserved, and they will soon disappear with time after being captured...

While everyone was frowning and thinking hard, Siris and Prael looked at each other, and almost at the same time their bodies trembled violently uncontrollably, and asked in unison: "Good... Your Excellency..., may I ask... What is...soul...soul eternal life? ”