Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The reason why Dio knew that the front line had been lost was because he saw some scenes in the soul fragments of the Word Spirit Archbishop. With that big move, it would be impossible for the front line to be defended.

Moreover, if the Archbishop of Word Spirit was not in a weak state, it would be difficult for Dio to plot against him.

"I suggest you all stay awake," Dio said.

"This... not sleeping can kill people." The old general was a little helpless.

"It's okay. I'll teach you a set of training methods. You can use meditation to replace sleep. It can also slightly increase the power of the soul." Dio taught a relatively low-end meditation method to the old general.

This meditation method is very simple. The only difficulty is to keep awake for the first 10 days. Once you get through this point, you no longer need to sleep.

"I will supervise you, and you also need to supervise other people." Dio said.

"I understand." The old general nodded.

"Everyone, don't sleep. The front line may have been lost. The light we saw before was not a natural phenomenon. It should be the attack of Archbishop Word Spirit. If the front line is lost, Archbishop Dream will definitely restart the node." The old general explained the whole story to everyone.

The two members of the Blood Cult were still confused, but the bishop understood.

"Are you saying that the archbishop wants to kill me?" the bishop hesitated.

"very possible."

"Haha..." The bishop became even more withdrawn. How did she become such a popular figure?

"Everyone, please don't sleep recently. I will teach you a meditation method that can replace sleep."

"Ah! Great! Is this some hidden secret?" Xuejie became excited.

"No... This is a very common meditation method. Everyone supervise each other and don't sleep in the first 10 days!"

"understood!"

After three days of flying, they finally arrived at the border of Crazy Fire. This was the route they took when they came here, and they were familiar with this road. However, the road here was not easy to walk on either. Because at some point, those people from the Crazy Fire Sect were able to freely enter the territory of the Golden Tree Sect.

Moreover, everyone felt exhausted and could fall asleep at any time. Three days was a small limit, and it was difficult for normal people to survive three days.

With no other options, they could only find a cave to rest in. They stared at each other in meditation, but it seemed like they would fall asleep at any moment.

The old general was also having a hard time. When he was young, he could have gone a week without sleep, but now that he was old, he couldn't even last three days.

However, Dio stimulated his soul at any time, making him unable to fall asleep. At the same time, Dio also lent him the sense of soul. The old general can now rely on the soul to see things. Although he can't see colors, he can see all kinds of fine lines. These lines can outline the outline of things. This perspective is very novel and is much better than eyes in the dark.

The old general began to observe the people around him, and if anyone showed signs of drowsiness, he would slap them. However, everyone's senses were becoming increasingly dull, and even the big slap could not have much effect.

"We can't hold on any longer, we must eat meat!" The old general wanted to go out hunting, but was afraid that everyone would fall asleep while he was away.

As time passed, everyone's eyes became more and more dull. The old general wondered if everyone had fallen asleep with their eyes open.

Just when everyone was about to give up, a noise suddenly came from the entrance of the cave.

Everyone was slightly shocked and looked over subconsciously. Then they woke up instantly.

"Archbishop of Word Spirit!!!"

“It’s over!!”

Everyone quickly stood up and took a defensive stance.

In the backlight of the cave entrance, I saw a tall and strong figure with four pairs of wings blocking the entrance.

As the figure gradually approached, deep despair emerged in everyone's hearts.

"Senior! Think of a solution quickly! Can't you deal with him?" Xuejie said tremblingly.

"It's useless..." The old general sighed helplessly. Just as he was preparing to face the judgment of fate, he suddenly found something unusual. Because he saw that the eyes of the Word Spirit Archbishop seemed to be a little bit wrong. He saw that his eyes were looking up and down, and they would turn around from time to time. Overall, he didn't look very smart.

"You have a familiar smell on you! You must know who I am, right?" Archbishop Word Spirit walked to the old general and asked. He flew over following this familiar smell. The old general still had the soul of Archbishop Word Spirit on him.

The old general looked at the other person's wise eyes and seemed to understand something in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, that guy is most likely mentally damaged! He's lost so many souls, he won't be able to recover in a short time. Find a way to stabilize him!" Dio reminded.

The old general wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and put on a stiff smile. "Hey, where have you been? We were looking for you! We were so worried when you were away!"

The people around looked at this scene with bewildered expressions. Is this the time to get close to him?

"Ah! You really know me! I have lost my memory and can't remember many things. But I seem to have some impression of you..." A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of Archbishop Yan Ling.

"I remember that I seemed to show you around my home... We should be friends, right?"

"Oh my God! What's going on?" The other three couldn't help but exclaim.

"Of course we are friends!" The old general nodded confidently.

"Yes! We have a great relationship!" The other three also responded quickly.

"That's great! Now I need your help!" Archbishop Yan Ling said happily.

"Well...well, we are a little hungry. Can you help us go hunting outside?" The old general was about to send him away.

"Hunting? What is that? I'm sorry, I forgot how to hunt. If you are really hungry, I have some food for you." Archbishop Yan Ling scratched his head, then tore off a pair of his wings.

"Eh~" Everyone felt cold when they saw this scene. They suspected that Archbishop Yanling not only had his memory damaged, but was also a little crazy.

Archbishop Yanling handed his wings to the general. The general's hands trembled slightly.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Archbishop Yanling thought that this amount of food was not enough, so he tore off his wings.

"Stop! Don't hurt yourself! Doesn't it hurt?" The bishop couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"It doesn't hurt. In fact, I've been curious about what my wings taste like." Archbishop Yanling smiled. As he said that, he also pulled off the remaining wings.

"Hiss~" Everyone took a breath of cold air.

"Why are you all looking at me like this? Did I do something wrong?" Archbishop Yan Ling asked curiously.

"Ahem! Let's deal with the ingredients, you can take a rest on the side!" The old general interrupted hastily to prevent Archbishop Yan Ling from doing anything horrible again.

"Oh~" Archbishop Yan Ling dragged his bleeding body and sat quietly aside.