Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

For the next period of time, everyone lived a torturous life. Archbishop Yanling would take some food from them from time to time and help them recover afterwards.

"You are a beast!" The bishop cursed at Archbishop Yan Ling crazily.

Archbishop Yanling didn't care when he heard this, while the old general and the other two members of the Blood Cult fell silent.

Archbishop Yanling stretched out his hand, held the truth in his hand and began to read it. At the same time, he also put the blood shackle on his wrist as a bracelet.

He picked up a bunch of grapes on the table and threw them into a cage beside him. The cage held the unconscious female elder.

"Go make me some drinks." Archbishop Yan Ling said to the bishop.

"Impossible!" the bishop gritted his teeth.

"Haha, as long as you help me make two drinks, I can let your companion suffer less. This old gentleman is very old, you don't want him to suffer, right?" Archbishop Yan Ling said with a smile.

The bishop's expression changed slightly, and he looked a little hesitant.

A trace of pain flashed in the old general's eyes. It was all his fault that he was bewitched by Dio, which led to everyone falling into such a sad situation.

"Why blame me? I never forced you, it's just that you made a wrong decision." Dio said dissatisfiedly.

"Alas..." The old general sighed. After these few days of torture, he felt that his spirit was almost worn out.

"That guy is taming you and treating you as food. You feel inferior to him. This feeling is hard to eliminate. He is now using you to threaten the bishop in order to slowly tame the bishop. In addition, he is subtly objectifying the two members of the Blood Cult, making them tools without will. This word spirit is quite interesting..." Dio analyzed it.

"We have no way to escape. Now we can neither live nor die. All that's left in our hearts is despair." The old general has begun to lose the will to resist.

"Forget it, I'll help you guys!" Dio smiled.

"How are you going to help us?" A glimmer of hope ignited in the old general's heart.

"Let me notify the Archbishop of Dreams for you! As long as he comes, it will be easy to deal with the Archbishop of Words. After all, the Archbishop of Words is very weak now." Dio said.

"No! If that happens, my adopted daughter will have no chance of survival!" The old general reacted somewhat violently.

"Haha, it's up to you! Do you want to live like a pig or a dog, or die quickly and start a new life? It's your choice!" Dio said with a smile.

"Why did it become like this?" The old general knelt there blankly, his eyes empty.

The bishop at the side looked at the old general's expression, and her eyes showed a look of heartache. She said to Archbishop Yan Ling: "I will help you make drinks, please don't hurt my companions anymore..."

The bishop finally gave in.

Archbishop Yanling smiled warmly upon seeing this. "Thank you!"

The bishop said nothing, but went to the kitchen in a daze.

But at this moment, the old general suddenly exploded. "Don't make drinks for this beast! If I surrender once, I will surrender countless times! Even if I am tortured to death by him, I don't want to let a noble heart fall into the mortal world!"

The smile on Archbishop Yanling's face froze, and he stared at the old general coldly.

But the old general stared at Archbishop Yanling without showing any weakness.

"Don't be so stubborn, senior! You can live comfortably, why do you have to make it so hard on yourself?" Xue Jie couldn't stand it. To be honest, he was already performing exceptionally well for being able to hold on until now.

"Son, I'm sorry. I made you suffer. But there are some things that you can never throw away." The old general's eyes gradually became firm. He decided that he would die standing.

The bishop was also infected by the old general's aura, and his expression became firm again.

boom!

The old general was knocked to the ground by Archbishop Yanling's punch. He was very angry now. He was almost successful, but this old guy jumped out to disrupt the situation.

"Hahahaha! Are you finally stopping pretending?" Seeing Archbishop Yanling's defense broken, the old general instead laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha! This beast can't do anything to us!" Zhenli also laughed. On the pages of his book were countless vicious sentences insulting the Archbishop of Word Spirit.

Archbishop Yanling clenched his fists, and finally he laughed out of anger. "Who do you think you are? You are just livestock I raise. I want to see how long you can keep your stubbornness!"

Archbishop Yanling set his sights on the bishop, and he wanted to cut the bishop into pieces and eat him.

"Word Spirit: Imprisonment!"

Everyone was unable to move in an instant. Archbishop Yan Ling placed the immobile bishop on the table, then he picked up the knife and fork and prepared to eat him.

"Don't worry, I'm very good at knife skills. You guys are enough to keep me fed for a year!" Archbishop Yan Ling showed a ferocious smile.

Seeing this scene, the bishop showed a mocking look. "Weakling!"

"..." Archbishop Yan Ling's eyes turned cold, and he put the knife on the bishop's face. "Let's start eating from here!"

What the bishop cared about most in the past was his face, but now he no longer cared.

Just as Archbishop Yan Ling was about to draw his knife, a faint laugh came from behind him. "It's really embarrassing. A dignified archbishop is actually embarrassing a little girl."

Archbishop Yan Ling felt a chill behind him, and just as he was about to turn around and fight back, he was grabbed by the face by a hand. Archbishop Yan Ling struggled quickly but the other party tore his face off.

Bang! A handsome face was thrown to the ground. The man in black robe stepped on the bloody face.

Archbishop Word Spirit took a few steps back, and the flesh on his face grew rapidly, and soon returned to its original state. But this slap in the face made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"How did you find me? They were clearly not asleep!" Archbishop Yan Ling stared at the man in black robe with a gloomy expression.

"Dream Archbishop?" At this time everyone finally reacted.

The old general showed a trace of relief. Although no matter which archbishop they fell into, the fate would be the same. But at least the dreamy archbishop would not humiliate them.

Archbishop Huanhuan ignored Archbishop Yanling. He glanced at the others and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't you little guys trust me so much? Couldn't you have informed me earlier? Why do you have to suffer so much for nothing?"

"We just want to live. Alas, I don't know what sin we have committed to be hunted down by two archbishops." The truth said helplessly.

"Let's talk later! You guys stay here, I'm going to deal with some things with this guy." Archbishop Dream teleported, pinched Archbishop Word Spirit's head, and the two of them quickly disappeared.

"Ahem!" Everyone finally regained their ability to move, and after breathing in some fresh air, they slumped in their chairs.

The bishop looked at the elder in the cage and removed the charm from him.

The elder was slightly stunned, then looked around blankly. "Where am I?"