"I think this person is the already famous [Pluto], Senior Crassud, right?"

"Little kid, who are you?"

Crassud's doubts were not pretending, because since he joined Mu, he had basically never returned to Heles. He was a very lazy person on weekdays and had basically not paid attention to the various information provided by Douglas. So now he has no impression of the newly emerging players at all.

"Haha, too, how could a person who has been famous for a long time know about an unknown little person like me..."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, but Naili did not express any emotions such as indignation or anger.

"Since that's the case, let's introduce myself first..."

He gently dusted the dust on the hem of his clothes, and Naili immediately crossed his right hand holding the short staff in front of him. Then he slowly bent down while gracefully marking a semicircle in the air with his left hand.

"... My name is Naili, and the mentor is the Gray Corsair Acolyte of the Spider Temple (status similar to Cardinal), Ahmed Rugerin, my precepts - Wugui, currently serves as a white-collar acolyte of the Temple." (The Spider Temple believes in the purest fundamentalism of deathism, despises all the enjoyment of the highest, despised all gorgeous things, and only pursues the purest and most essential things, so the division of teaching positions also follows this rule, the golden collar < green collar < black collar < white collar < gray collar)

Seeing that Nali used the most solemn etiquette of the Necromancer, after hesitating for a while, Crasud finally put his chest in his right hand and drew a semicircle with his left hand, and slowly bent down.

"My name is Crassud, and the mentor is a member of the Gray Parliament, Wendinan bin Hessefa, my precepts--responsibility."

After ceremonial rituals between each other, the two undead mages suddenly did not move and just looked at each other quietly. However, the shaking flames in Crassud's eyes made this scene feel a little strange.

"For Yasha!"

Suddenly, just when Gordon and Don Quixote were a little confused, they shouted suddenly and raised the staff (sickle) in their hands together.

Bang!

In an instant, the howling bone spurs and the surging death light collided fiercely. The rolling air waves made everything blurry, and only the two vague black figures could be vaguely distinguished.

"Haha, senior, isn't this in compliance with the rules?"

"Hmph, there are so many rules on the battlefield. Saying such words can only prove that you are too young!"

Whoosh!

In a terrifying scream, the black sickle flashed with a stern light. In just a few seconds, a large number of flying dead gray crescent moons suddenly cut through the smoke and dust, and spun at high speed toward Naili.

"Tsk tsk, it's really..."

He shook his head with a smile, and as Naili jumped backwards as a white crane, layers of white bone barriers rose from him.

Crack~~!

Soon, the crisp explosion sounded like a firecracker. Although Crassud's blade energy had the power of dividing gold and breaking iron, it could only stir up countless pieces of fragments when hitting the layers of white bone barriers.

"Corrupted bones and dead souls!"

Hehehe!

Amid the trembling laughter, the thick white bones disappeared in an instant, but afterwards, more than ten objects all over the body were pale and blurred, similar to ghost-like objects.

"so much……"

Seeing these dead souls that kept covering their heads and wailing, Crasud suddenly frowned, but before he could think about anything, Naili waved his staff suddenly.

Hehehe!

A shrill scream resounded throughout the royal city, and all the dead souls covered their heads and rushed towards Crasud, and with a rapid charge, their bodies began to expand rapidly.

"The net of resentment!"

There were also countless unjust souls. Just as more than a dozen rapidly expanding dead souls were about to rush to Crasud, a huge white net woven by unjust souls suddenly appeared in the air.

boom!

In the loud loud noise that was deafening, a dazzling bright light burst out. No one expected that those seemingly unreal souls would have such huge energy. In just a blink of an eye, the magnificent hall was completely reduced to ruins.

"Hmph! Have two!"

On the few ruins, Crassud, who was intact, gently patted his sleeves covered with dust. The power of the previous explosion was actually very unexpected. If he hadn't flashed aside in time, he would probably not be so calm now.

"It's just a trick. I'm really embarrassed to be so ugly in front of my seniors."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

call out!

With the finger of the sickle, more than a dozen ferrymen suddenly rushed out of the smoke and dust, and rushed towards Naili, who was standing on a marble pillar with a biting cold air.

"Haha, this is the battle of the undead mage!"

Hehehe!

Amid Naili's cheerful laughter, the twelve ghosts quickly met the ferrymen who were floating like the wind, and the broken ruins instantly became the dead arena for the undead.

call out!

On the tin staff of the ghost witches, the brilliance of magic flashed one after another, bone spurs, poisonous streams, curses, summons... The ghost witches' attack methods are not only diverse, but also amazing. In just a moment, spells are already flying everywhere on the field.

call out!

Faced with the fire blockade of the ghost witches, the ferrymen also showed excellent strength. In the dense magic network, a ferrymen wandered and dodged flexibly like soldiers shuttled between machine gun fortresses. In addition, they themselves are guardians of the reincarnation land and have strong resistance to the attacks and curses of the ghost witches, so they quickly rushed into the queue of the ghost witches.

call out!

Soon, a ferryman who was leading the way came to a ghost witch with a sharp scream, and then quickly grabbed the other party's shoulder with his white bone palm.

Squeak ~~

Suddenly, the ferryman suddenly brought the face covered in the darkness to the ghost witch...

Soon, a wisp of light green mist floated out of the seven holes of the ghost witch and was quickly sucked into his pocket by the ferryman. In just a moment, the ghost witch's eyes lost its soul flame and turned into a dry bone and fell to the ground.

As the guardian of the reincarnation land, the ferrymen have a good time to deal with the undead, especially this move [soul-catching]. Unless the strength difference is too large, no undead can get rid of it.

roar!

But before the ferryman could aim at the next target, a huge bone claw suddenly stretched out from the side and pulled it away heavily. This was a summoned bone dragon.

"What!?"

But soon, Crassud discovered a very strange place...

The ghost witch who was killed just now appeared again!

"Hey! Pluto!"

Gordon's voice slowly floated from a distance.

"Those ghost witches must be killed at once, otherwise even if only one is left, they will be resurrected!"

"Is it..."

Hearing this, the flames in Crassud's eyes suddenly burned.

"Little devil! You actually dare to make artificial lichs! Are you not afraid of the court's accountability!"

Artificial Lich, one of the ten taboo undead creatures strictly prohibited by the Heras Republic. This kind of undead single strength is actually not too strong, but it has a very difficult place, that is, all artificial lichs whose souls are not stored in their bodies, but are placed in a tool called the [Life Box]. In theory, it is impossible to destroy the body of artificial lichs alone, although every time they are resurrected, the soul power of artificial lichs will be weakened.

But all artificial lichs can share a [Life Box]. The more souls there are in the box, the less punishment for artificial lich resurrection. In other words, an artificial lich is not scary, but a hundred artificial lichs will be a terrifying existence that matches the Bone Dragon Legion because they share souls. Unless an artificial lich in one life box is destroyed at the same time at the same time, they can immediately summon their companions.

As for why Helesh banned the creation of such undead, the reason is quite simple. The soul trapped in the [Fate Box] will always endure the pain of being torn apart. This is a rather "inhuman" "barbaric" behavior for the reformed Helesh. At the same time, artificial lichs must use mages as materials. In order to ease their relationship with the Silver Federation, Helesh listed it as one of the taboo undeads and restricted any undead who attempts to deviate from the law.

"Ha? Artificial Lich?"

Naili smiled unquestionably, then used his little finger to clean his ears as if nothing had happened, and said with a relaxed expression:

"It's obviously my own ghost witch, how can it be said to be an artificial lich? Senior, you are dazzled..."

"Hmph! I hope you can also argue with the people of the Law Court in this way in the future."

He shook his sleeves disdainfully, and Crasud didn't seem to want to care about the other party's other people's affairs.

"Hehe, little kid, let me teach you! The necromancer is not just about summoning creatures to fight!"
Chapter completed!