Uriel finally understood that some things were not always predictable and foolproof. Because after Newell's soul returned to his body, the first thing he said was "Your messenger killed your friend."
"Lies will not increase your chances of winning." He still remembered the confident tone when he spoke, and even now Uriel is still surprised why he is so sure. Joey is a cold and silent stranger. One-sided kindness may not be easily reciprocated from him.
However, he could only believe this. From the moment Joey told them that Knox Bar was safe before leaving, until the two soldiers met again at Frostleaf Castle, he had no choice but to trust.
Perhaps because of the mercy of the goddess, Joey, the messenger of the Sky Tower and the mystic of the Sky Realm, is really fighting for a remote corner of a small country on earth. Although this should be the case for ordinary people, he does not have the obligation to fight this necromancer who is not from Gavash, nor does he have the responsibility to clean up the mess in Four Leaf City.
Uriel didn't think his friends would be like Gavin and Steward Shuno. The latter were scum in the name of nobles, while Joey and Sauron were by no means partners of interest.
But the Necromancer was still smiling despite the desperate situation. This expression brought an ominous sign, and the apprentice forced himself to ignore it and used his arm to push away the bone spurs.
Uriel's heart was shaken by the vision that followed.
Exactly the same scene, Cecilia, I promise to kill him a second time.
This time I got rid of it faster than in the future dream, and the storm in my heart began to go away as soon as it hit. He felt the transformation of his own will, like quenching cold iron, forging sharp steel from the cold and boiling heat.
"You consider him your savior?"
"He literally saved us all."
"Cloetta never does anything unnecessary."
"But my friends do."
"..."
"I never took you seriously." Newell grabbed the apprentice's shirt and stared at his face. "Do you know who I am? What am I carrying? What kind of power do I long for? You, an insect ant who only deserves to kneel down and howl in pain, will only join the ranks of low-level corpse eaters after your death!"
"And you are being cornered by such a little person." Uriel broke away from the undead, and the dark magic burned his flesh, but the pain could not make him shrink. He was unarmed, so he punched Newell on the bone armor on his face, causing the creator of the Yotsuba City's undead army to grunt and stagger back.
The overdraft of magic power caused weakness, and it was difficult for the apprentice to pursue him. He gasped and replied: "What you desire is power that does not belong to you. What you are burdened with is nothing more than your own desires. You are just a despicable weakling who uses forbearance to cover up cowardice, kills to cover up illness, and uses the name of revenge to achieve self-interest. !”
"See this crime? It's etched on your ugly soul!"
The dry wind blew across the mud—
Many phantoms passed before my eyes, floating in and out in unison, ending in a ghostly train. This time it was no illusion. Uriel knew that this was a mark engraved on his soul, clearer than anything before.
Uriel saw it clearly.
"Katie."
The black cat pounced.
The dark night fell together with the stars outside the castle, and the gray shadow behind the Necromancer suddenly disappeared, like fire meeting ice. He screamed and tried his best to burst out the last magic power. After losing his magic power, the nameless man had to change from a mysterious person to an ordinary person.
The air current pushed the apprentice over the horizontal pillar in front of the door, and he fell into the corridor.
Uriel was stunned for a moment when the familiar scenery came into view, and then he pulled out a huge, crystal-clear sword from behind a statue.
A crazy idea flowed through his brain, and Uriel realized that it was controlling his body. Every cell was struggling to absorb oxygen under unfamiliar orders, so that the alveoli in the chest that were actually used for life support swelled to the point of pain. .
What are you worried about, death or living?
…
Newell's eyes froze, and he felt the unparalleled cold magic. They are the power at the bottom of the vortex of laws, and they are the source of mystery that cannot be reached by the Ring Level or even the Sky Realm.
That is the realm above space.
Uriel didn't care about the enemy's reaction. He raised the ice blade and stabbed down with his sword.
"This is for Yotsuba Castle!"
The cold blade had a sheen like running water, and it pierced through the bone with force; the clear frost and snow seemed to come from the glacial wilderness, adding a heart-breaking freezing damage to this weapon.
The apprentice tried his best to lift it up, but there was no strength left when it fell. However, the blade fell heavily by its own weight, and it sank into the Necromancer's chest without any hesitation.
The sword is stained with blood and burns like blazing flames——
The priest's body trembled, and he held the long sword that passed through his chest, "I... saw death."
The green ghost fire spurted out accompanied by the scream of blood and air.
Uriel bumped against a leaning pillar, and he heard a groan from his bones; the strong wind with a rotting atmosphere pressed against his eyelids, and his face was covered with sand. Even after falling to the ground, the apprentice, who was so sore all over his body, couldn't open his eyes no matter what. He couldn't see whether his attack had achieved the desired results.
"Cecilia..."
Blood flowed out from the tear in the flesh, and Uriel felt it pouring down his throat. He choked, and his lungs burned with fire.
"This is also for you-"
