Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey took out the silver skull emblem he had obtained after graduating from the Undead Academy from his arms, pinned it on the right chest of his wizard robe, then shook the robe and stepped into the stone door.

The mysterious and dark lich transformation ceremony scene was not as evil and bloody as he had imagined - in an underground cave that was obviously temporarily opened up, a round stone platform more than one meter high was piled up on the ground, and countless dark red magic ritual runes were densely painted on the stone altar, which was flickering like breathing with the low chanting of the spell.

In the center of the altar stood a two-person-high bone column. From the shape and appearance, it seemed to be the spine of some ancient large-scale Warcraft creature, and there were also a lot of inscriptions engraved on the surface.

A middle-aged man, naked except for a piece of dirty animal skin wrapped around his lower body, half-lying on the bone spine, his eyes closed as if he was in deep meditation.

The sound of the seal outside the ritual cave being broken obviously alarmed everyone present. When Harvey stepped in, more than a dozen necromancers wearing gray and black robes and funny pointed hats on their heads, who looked a little old, gathered around and blocked him directly at the entrance of the cave.

The white-bearded old man who had met Harvey in the camp before was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "What do you mean, sir? Even if you are a guest invited by Ash, entering the ritual site without permission is an absolute offense to us!"

Harvey looked around and found that the faces of the spellcasters present were a little gray and depressed. It seemed that they had exhausted all their minds and energy during the long ritual process, and they looked quite embarrassed.

He chuckled and said lightly: "Please forgive my presumption, but... I am only here to look for my friend, Mr. Ash Lambert. If I see him in person, I will leave immediately and will not disturb you any more."

The white-bearded old man flicked his long sleeves and snorted coldly: "Ash needs to participate in an important part of the ceremony, and I can't reminisce with you now. We can forgive you for destroying the seal projection outside without authorization, but please leave as soon as possible!"

The other members of the Necromancer and Lambert family present were all silent and staring at Harvey, but everyone knew that the projection seal of the Temple of the Dead could not be easily cracked by a mere low-level spellcaster, not to mention that the other party was alone without even a helper.

If Harvey hadn't had the skull emblem representing the identity of a necromancer on his chest, I'm afraid everyone would have mistaken him for a high-level wizard of the orthodox spellcasting faction sent by the Federation or the Wizard Council to destroy and cause trouble.

"Ash can't talk to me now?" Harvey laughed twice, his face turned a little unfriendly, "Then I'm afraid that after the ceremony, we won't be able to talk to each other anymore, right? Sir, do you plan to hand over his body to me later, so that I can refine it into a zombie puppet, and then talk to him?"

Facing more than a dozen mid-level and high-level necromancers alone, Harvey was not completely unfazed, but he was just a soul puppet. Even if he was attacked by fatal spells, at most the body would collapse, and it would not cause any damage to the main body.

He also thought of the worst outcome - if the negotiation failed and he was forced to take action, he would use the positioning mark of the magic net at the moment when the body was focused, and use energy beam attacks to destroy all the casters gathered together as quickly as possible, regardless of whether they were Ash's family members or not, and save them first.

"Everyone, your transformation ritual is on the verge of failure. I think it is completely unnecessary to waste the life of another colleague in a meaningless struggle."

Based on the principle of not fighting if the negotiation fails, Harvey still tried his best to dissuade him.

The white-bearded old man snorted and was about to scold the other party for not understanding at all, but a black-haired middle-aged wizard behind him came up and said in a deep voice: "Do you know the ancient lich transformation ritual process?"

"Extracting life essence, creating soul containers, mixing in the blood of ancient divine creatures... Finally, through a complex and long ritual, all of your soul and flesh are sacrificed to complete the twisted cycle from life to death and then resurrection from death."

Harvey recounted the secret knowledge he learned from the spellcaster forum expressionlessly, and at the end he added a complaint from Mr. Heart Demon, "You shouldn't be able to get the blood of ancient divine creatures? What other substances are used instead? This is most likely the reason for your failure."

The necromancers were shocked when they heard this, and they lowered their heads and whispered in a low voice.

The middle-aged wizard was silent for a moment, then said, "Since you have revealed the secrets and key points of the ritual, you should understand... Even if the transformation fails, we cannot afford to lose a high-level cult speaker, Ash... He must shoulder the responsibility of preserving the family's strength. This is a necessary sacrifice."

Harvey shook his head, "This is an unnecessary sacrifice. If I can stop the ritual process and save the speaker who failed to transform from the alienated state... Can you release my friend?"

Stop the ritual process?

The white-bearded old man and the middle-aged wizard looked at each other and denied in unison: "Once the ritual is stopped, the speaker's body will immediately collapse and dissolve irreversibly. We have tried all possibilities and there is no way to achieve it."

"If failure is inevitable, why don't you let me try?" Harvey took two steps forward, posing a condescending and aggressive posture.

The middle-aged mage recalled the other party's behavior of cracking the seal projection, closed his eyes helplessly, and sighed, "Forget it... For your identity is also one of us, I agree to let you try to stop the ceremony. ”

"Mr. Prael! No!"

"If his reckless behavior leads to the failure of the ceremony, we will be too late to perform the blood sacrifice!"

"His Excellency Councillor, the patriarch...his body...look!"

Everyone turned their eyes to the altar and found that the Patriarch Lambert, who was wrapped in animal skin, was slowly oozing out of his arms a large amount of black and white dust-like substances. As soon as those substances were touched on the altar The magic circle was immediately absorbed and assimilated quickly and integrated into the ritual runes of Ming and indefinitely exterminated.

Harvey frowned and said, "Look, the life source quality has been uncontrollably precipitated. Even if you perform the blood sacrifice ceremony immediately, you will not be able to recover the situation at all. In the end, you can only get a completely decayed half-lich body."

Everyone fell silent, and the crowd automatically separated from the middle to give up a road to the altar. Praer and the white-bearded old man looked down at the ground with pale faces, showing a tacit attitude.

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Harvey nodded to everyone, walked slowly to the altar, and communicated silently with the inner demon in his heart: "Mr. My heart demon, I'm going to trouble you next. Please give me the source of life that has been scattered in the body of the Lambert as soon as possible. The quality is extracted, and I will be responsible for extracting his soul core at the same time."

The inner demon said quietly in his mind: "No problem, but I have a small suggestion. I will take away some of the human desires contained in this part of the extracted life source and the human desires contained in it, just treat it as for me this time. How about the commission for help?”

Harvey was speechless, he knew that asking this guy for help would cause some trouble and draw some desire...

"You won't just take away the other party's desire for magic, right? Even if you save people, the Lambert family will only gain two incredible waste father and son. It would be better to let him die."

The inner demon smiled, "Since you mentioned it, I won't take this part. How about taking away his family affection? It seems that his longing and guilt towards his deceased children are so strong that they can hardly be dissolved... …It’s a good collection of desires.”

It's a good choice... Harvey thought silently that Ash and this Lambert patriarch did not seem to have a good relationship with a kind father, a kind son, or a filial son.

With Harvey's permission, the inner demon immediately condensed the summoned realistic projection, and several dark red twisted tentacles popped out from Harvey's eyes and mouth and nose, quickly rolling towards the slumped on the altar. The man began to compete with the ritual runes on the altar for the source of life that oozed out of his body.