Versatile Mage: Starting from the Undead

Sinful people, you hug together to keep warm, hoping to find a place to survive in this cruel world, but you don't know that this is just the insignificant prayer of the cattle and sheep in captivity. The real world is dark, and the weak fire is just violating the law.

Darkness will never be absent, and death will eventually come. Believe in darkness, surrender to death, and death is your best destination.

Otherwise, the price will be like this woman.

"ah!!!!"

A more desperate scream broke the short silence filled with fear.

The person who went to confirm the identity of the dead woman hurriedly backed away, as if he had been severely frightened, with a look of disbelief.

"No...impossible! Impossible!"

Seltema backed away repeatedly, shouting continuously.

Crazy, he's crazy!

He is an extremely devout believer. He has seen this woman's iron-blooded skills and once believed in her fanatically.

The day she passed away was so peaceful and peaceful, and death was just a trivial matter to her.

But now?

The face is still the same, but the eyes are open, and the pupils have no luster. They are quite uneasy and full of fear!

It was as if...as if she had gone through thousands of bloody tortures at that moment in her life before this iron-blooded woman's faith was completely destroyed.

He preferred to believe that someone just transplanted another face onto this woman's face.

"What are you doing!"

Fabio, the Doge of Venice, said angrily, "Isn't this enough humiliation?"

He immediately ordered his most loyal men to go forward, but his reaction was as horrified as Seltema's, as if he had encountered the most impossible thing in the world.

"I...Izhisha! She is the goddess Izhisha!!"

In the end, he fulfilled his duty and revealed the identity of the body.

boom!

It was like countless destructive spells exploded in everyone's mind.

Yizisha?!

How could that extremely humble woman be the goddess Iris!

"Fabio, I need you to give us an explanation for the Parthenon!" Melola reprimanded with a cold face, fully unleashing the power of the great sage of the Parthenon.

It should have been Venice's own negligence, so why should the Parthenon be involved?

Which force in the world dares to break ground on the Parthenon, the leader of white magic!

Will this humble woman be their last goddess Iris?

This is the biggest joke she has ever heard!

The sleeping body of Yizhisha is lying peacefully in the blue leaf coffin of the Goddess Hall, waiting for an opportunity to return to the position of goddess.

Fabio's face turned pale, and he quickly stepped forward and yelled at his subordinates: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

As he spoke, he turned the woman's face over, fully displaying it in front of everyone.

It’s really Yizisha!

Wow!!

After Fabio saw the woman's face clearly, he was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. His center of gravity was unsteady and he fell down several steps before he could stop.

Melola's eyes were wide open, just like Seltma, she was more willing to believe that a face similar to Ilyssa was pasted on the face of this unknown woman.

goddess?

How can it be!

Her resting body may be in Greece!

"Great Sage!"

At this time, a maid hurriedly came from a distance. She was from Merola.

"Great Sage, what's wrong, the goddess's body... has been stolen!"

Long!

Melora's mind went blank for a moment, and she looked at the face full of fear with some difficulty.

Is that really...a goddess?! Gu

Instead of being located in the Goddess Hall and being supported by millions of people, he was thrown on the ground casually and despised by everyone, like a criminal prisoner...

"Governor, when we arrived at Benoy's Tower, this was the only thing there."

The Holy Mage selectively ignored Fabio's distress and took out a reflective object in his hand.

Triangular prism.

It's very ordinary, so ordinary that it only has the function of refracting light.

Chaos!

The Doge's Palace in Venice was in complete chaos.

When death comes, the first target to be operated on is the Parthenon, the leader of white magic!

And the person who made the sacrifice was...the previous goddess Iris!!

goddess?

Won't you be resurrected?

To snatch someone from the hands of death is a heinous crime and unforgivable!

Only by being punished in hell for thousands of years can you wash away your sins bit by bit.

Death is the sacred destination of all people.

There is a cafe not far from the Doge's Palace in Venice. You can see the details there through the glass display window.

The grand opening ceremony of the World Government Competition turned into an oath of death to the world. There were only two people left in the cafe that was supposed to have a lot of traffic...two undead.

"I found that you are more evil than me, but I like it, hehe."

Under the black robe, the slightly hoarse voice of Aps, that is, Khufu, sounded.

Even Khufu sometimes had to be wary of the Parthenon, but the new king in front of him dared to directly attack it!

That’s more than a thousand years of heritage!

Luo Chen took a sip of coffee to relieve the goosebumps on his body.

"You two, please show your IDs!"

While Luo Chen was drinking coffee, two patrolling mages noticed these two extremely calm and strange people, and walked over vigilantly, ready to send out a signal at any time.

"Um?"

Khufu stretched out his withered hand hidden in his black robe, pointed at himself, then looked at Luo Chen and asked, "Is it me? Or him?"

"You both want it!" the patrol mage suppressed his inexplicably violent heart and said dutifully.

Although in his opinion, Khufu, who was completely covered by a black robe, was the more suspicious of the two, but being able to be with such a person was also worthy of serious doubts.

Luo Chen continued to drink coffee and said nothing.

But Khufu smiled and replied: "I don't know him, but my face... should be the best proof."

As he spoke, Khufu took off his bamboo hat, revealing his face that looked like a thousand-year-old pharaoh.

The two patrol mages were silent for a long time, not knowing what to answer.

After a long time, patrol mage Brady said: "I think I still need your identification..."

Khufu: "..."

What kind of country folk are these two people? He doesn’t even know them!

"I think my identity can be proven for both of them, right?" A woman's beautiful voice came from outside.

Brady took a quick look and saw a graceful woman. He instantly felt like he was electrocuted and became excited and respectful: "Your Highness, of course. I just didn't expect you to come here."

Another patrolling mage also became excited, as if he wanted to look but did not dare to look at the Holy Lady.

Astraea smiled softly, her smile obscured by a veil vague and very friendly: "The Parthenon is offended by the so-called God of Death, how can I, a saint, not come?"

Astraea glanced at Luo Chen charmingly, and Brady was fascinated by her charming look.

But after a while he woke up and found that his eyes were a little wild, and he immediately became upset, hoping that the saint would not see his infatuation.

"I'm sorry that something like this happened in the temple. I, Brady, will definitely try my best to help Her Royal Highness find the culprit."

"Me, Rand, too!" said another patrolling mage, his face turning red.

"Well, with you here, we will definitely find the culprit." Astraea said with a smile, and deliberately bitten the word "culprit" very hard!