All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 392 Power is the answer

When Mia's self-awareness returns, she is a soul floating on the stone stage.

A soul with bright colors and perfect form, but it is still a soul, not a living body of flesh and blood. The life experience in the soul state is completely different from that in the flesh and blood state. After Mia was summoned back from the outer plane by Linde, it took a long time for Mia to understand the current situation.

She needs to re-adapt to the vision of the soul state. Everything she sees has nothing to do with light, but the strength of spirituality. Inanimate objects appear to her as gray and blurry outlines, while the bodies of intelligent beings look like infrared imaging. It is a luminous form.

"Who are you?" Mia's soul looked at Linde. In her eyes, it was a cold and illusory sun with a vaguely familiar figure inside.

"I'm Linde. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember . . . I remember calling you before I died, Mr. de Lin, but you did not come."

Her sorrow is a garden.

"I was late. The succubus who killed you, I cut off her head, and did not escape back to hell. Here is the head, you see."

"Thank you. It's a pity that I can't see clearly. Are my parents, mother and grandmother okay?"

"I don't know. I didn't go back to Dagger Beach. I think it's only been less than half a year, so they won't have any accidents."

"Mr. De Lin, you still speak so straightforwardly." Mia's soul smiled.

She gradually regained her memory and recorded what she saw in her soul—the torture she suffered before death, and the scene after death.

The soul has an immortal nature, and even gods cannot completely destroy it. The devil covets the power of the soul, uses contracts to coax the soul, and uses punishment to extract the energy of the soul in hell. The soul is also a common currency in the lower planes. Those rich in soul currency seem to be able to buy everything in the multiverse.

After Mia was desecrated by necromancy, her soul did not disappear. Instead, she kept falling and came to a wide and desolate bloody river. This is the River Styx that flows through the lower planes. Every drop of the river water is the essence of evil. Sinful souls float in the river.

The ferryman holding a long pole stopped the boat at the ferry and let one soul after another walk on its raft.

"I saw that there were countless people crossing the river, like migratory birds on the hillside. The boatman asked me why he didn't cross the river. I asked him where the other side of the river was. He said that the other side of the river was the dead. Lord Kelenvor’s country, all souls will go to the crystal tower to be judged, those who have no faith will be built into the city wall, those who are guilty will go to hell, and those who are innocent will go to the kingdom of the gods.”

"When I found you, you were standing on the bank of the River Styx. What held you back?"

"Because I don't want to cross the river, I want to go home."

"Then you can go home."

Lind pushed open the sarcophagus, and the body of the undead was sleeping in the coffin. To Mia's soul, it was a figure emitting an ominous black mist.

"What is this? I'm scared of it, but I don't think I should be."

"Your body was made into an undead. Now this body has undergone some unexpected changes, and a body of thoughts has condensed in it. I need this body of thoughts. If you agree, then I will take it away. It's like cutting off wild fungi growing from rotten wood. It won't do you any harm."

"You take it."

Linde took advantage of the situation and pulled out the missing body from the undead body, like a ball of gray cicada slough.

"What's the use?"

"The body of thoughts is the outermost layer of the soul, and it is also the most complex structure. The undead Kuo-Toa people think that you are their god, and the crazy characteristics of this race have come into play. They have really created a body of thoughts with divinity. I plan to use it to forge big runes and perfect my priesthood."

Linde held the thought body as if holding a precious diamond, "Although this thought body is too weak to be cast into a large rune representing the priesthood of death, it is still very precious, so before I revive you , you have to ask first."

"Monsieur de Lin, you go to all this trouble just to get my opinion? Is the consent of a dead man important to you?"

"It's important. Because I think you are a good girl, so I won't steal your things."

"It would be great if everyone was like you, knowing how to respect others, even if the other person is just a trivial person." Mia suddenly laughed, and the sadness in her smile oozes out like a rising tide, she begged , "Mr. de Lin...I really, really don't want to die like this again. I was in so much pain and scared as hell."

Linde said softly: "Do you know why you died? It's not because you are not kind, but because you are weak. Strength is the ultimate answer and can solve most problems, and the rest can be made up with courage. Do you want to Become stronger. I already know your thoughts and understand your hegemony at this moment. Since I promised to ignite the souls in the world, I will never turn a blind eye to your competitiveness."

"what should I do?"

Linde clenched the mind body in his hand, pointed to the undead body in the coffin, "Two ways, life or death?"

……

"This is my story. I can choose to survive in the form of a living person. Mr. De Lin said that this is a promising path. Do you know the magicians of Delinriel? What they will do in the future is to go to the world Travel everywhere, to every corner of the universe, spread knowledge, collect candles, rely on the light in your skull, become a disciple, and become a legend."

Andre looked at Livia beside her. She also said something similar, but not as clearly.

The pastor of Tire was confused and uneasy because the method Mia mentioned sounded very similar to the path of the pastor.

However, the way for priests to gain power is to spread faith, obtain divine favor, and bestow divine grace.The warlocks of Delinriel seem to have greater autonomy and can directly gain power from spreading beliefs, which is a bit like a devil's contract.

Livia knew very well that from the moment she became a warlock, the nature of her life had changed and she had become an alien creature similar to a devil. If someone cast [Human Immobilization Technique] on her, it would not be effective.

Elminster's eyes flickered and he said with a smile: "It seems you have chosen another path."

"Yeah, I chose to die. My soul is still alive, but my body is about the same as my grandfather in the cemetery." Mia laughed, "But it's nothing bad. I'm the first child under the silver tree A dead man, the undead druid who guards the cemetery. Candlelight and longing protect my soul, and I will always be clear."

The gray and white intertwined firelight in the depths of her pupils became brighter and more dazzling, and those with keen perception suddenly felt a chill, and could feel that this strange undead hid a deeper secret—a secret about power.

The paladin, who had been silent until now, asked a question he cared about.

"Are you planning to turn all the dead in this city into undead?"

"Of course not. Although I choose the path of the undead, I don't think the undead are a better choice. Warlocks have their mission to spread knowledge, and I also have the mission to appease the undead. In the Shadowfell Underworld, in the negative energy position In the corners of the main material plane, there are too many dead people who cannot rest in peace. I cannot bring them to the cemetery alone. If you join Delinriel, you can help me. I will definitely pay you enough."

Mia took out a black crystal stone from the pocket on her waist.

Livia exclaimed: "Memory Stone."

"Yes, half of the raw materials for making memory stones are prepared by me, but the output is really small and cannot keep up with everyone's demand."

Livia looked excited, "I will come to help."

Andre, who was homesick, said hurriedly: "Miss Mia, we took the liberty of visiting. It's getting very late now. Can you allow us to say goodbye?"

Mia said sadly: "Oh, am I being verbose? I've always been the one talking and answering. But I don't even understand you."

As soon as these words came out, for some reason, everyone's expressions were a little weird, and Andre was in a cold sweat.

The current atmosphere seems to be that if you don't say something nice, you have to enter the battle scene.This special undead is deeply involved with the Lord of the Floating City, De Lin, so the challenge level is probably not low.

Everyone present was not of the same mind, and naturally they did not want to start the battle at the opponent's home court.

The three seafood masters said quickly: "We also have stories, and we can tell them."

Elminster also nodded, "That's right, the old man lived a long time, if you are interested in anything, you can ask me."

"Don't be nervous. You can leave at any time, and you can come at any time in the future. I don't have anything to entertain here, only tea, so next time you want to have any snacks, please bring them yourself."

"Huh—" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then left one after another.

The cemetery is quiet again.