A man and woman sit side by side on the hillside. The man stretches his legs against a boulder and looks to the sky; the woman leans on the man's shoulder like a bird, her legs bent sideways like a mermaid's tail, and her hands folded on top of each other.

The lower abdomen looks quite elegant at first glance. They are not lovers, but partners. The man is a silent archer and the woman is a necromancer.

"You just mentioned that undead creatures have soul fields. Can living people have soul fields?"

"Of course you can. [Tranquility Meditation], imagine that what beats in your chest is not a heart, but a flame. Your spiritual power is light, and the place where the light shines is the scope of your soul force field. Wait until you can

Ignore the shackles of the body, and the soul force field will appear naturally."

The archer remained silent for a while and said, "It's difficult."

"So we mages are the masters. This is a gap in intelligence. The lower races who can only exercise muscles can't even [meditate]. But you can intuitively see the soul fire, which has an advantage.

It should be easier than others to succeed."

"Is there any shortcut?"

"Yes! That's with the help of foreign objects! The most powerful thing about the Ghost Wand Mage is the cursed wand. If you have a similar weapon, you can immediately become more powerful than the elves."

"Do you know how to make it?"

"The material of the Curse Wand is not a secret. However, it is a weapon named 'Curse'? To control them, you have to pay a greater and more price. Just your eyes are not enough."

"Thank you, I know what my goal is. I want to kill as many advanced undead creatures as possible, obtain their corpses, strengthen myself, and then let you build a useful weapon for me."

The woman's eyes widened: "Handsome man, you are even crazier than us. The death energy contained in such a small part of the eye is limited, and it will slightly corrode your body. At most, it will shorten your life span; but if more and more parts are replaced, you

Their physiological functions will be disordered, and they may become semi-dead creatures in less than five years?"

"In five years, we should be able to finish this battle, right?"

"I understand what you mean... I don't care. Rather, I'm very interested. If you can really become stronger in the war, and then as the first observer, I will compile the materials and hand them in, I will probably be

Absorb into the circle and become a deacon. But you have to think carefully, don't you have a wife? Maybe your parents won't dislike you, but normal women, I mean those other than me, shouldn't want to get along with the living dead."

The closed-eyed archer sneered: "My destination is the battlefield."

"Handsome guy, I find that you are becoming more and more attracted to me. You will definitely not disturb me when I am doing research. We each have our own private space. What do you think of me? Although I can't do housework, I can give orders.

Undead creatures do housework." The woman shook her hair and her eyes were very stiff. In the dim light, her sunken cheeks and eye sockets were covered by shadows, and her cheekbones were raised, making her look like a mummy.

The closed-eyed shooter sneered again and said nothing at all.

The two are like two tangent circles. Their lives are intertwined at this point in time. It would be ridiculous to expect them to continue to get along in the future.

"But like you, I have no plans to get married. Getting married is too troublesome. Think about it, a person spends one-third of his life sleeping, one-third working, and the remaining one-third resting.

Xi, when you get married, your precious rest time will be gone. It’s not just me who thinks so, almost everyone in the Dark Church thinks so. Speaking of handsome guy, can you take off this shackles..."

Selectively filtering out the woman's crazy words, the silent shooter raised his hand to cover his chest and felt his heartbeat. What was on his fingertips was not the body temperature, but the heat emitted by the flame through the muscles, and the trembling of the muscles was unbearable to be licked by the tongue of fire. He looked towards

The sky was pitch black because his eyes couldn't feel the light, so he ignored the moonlight and looked out into the sky.

He saw a blue flame flying high in the sky.

The closed-eyed shooter suddenly stood up, and the woman was caught off guard and fell over, breaking the skin on her elbow.

"Why such a big reaction? It's not like I want to escape. It's inconvenient to be in shackles."

The woman was violently pulled by her hair. She was in pain and had to look up at the sky. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. It was a group of ghosts, gray and gray, like a veil blowing in the night sky.

There is a large ordnance in the Twilight Empire, which is very annoying. It is called the "battlefield conversion device". It can allow a large number of ghosts to enter the corpse [soul parasitism]. It can also make skeletons and zombies that are on the verge of dissipation take off their bodies and immediately retreat in the form of ghosts.

Go to the base camp to recuperate. To put it simply, it greatly reduces the attrition rate of the Twilight Empire. Since the Astants will not hesitate to burn all corpses in sight, it may lead to more and more ghosts, zombies and skeletons.

Increasing numbers of ghosts appeared. At this time, there were fifty ghosts floating in the sky, which corroborated the previous conjecture.

Subconsciously raising the bow, then slowly lowering it, the archer looked towards the top of the mountain with closed eyes. His range was limited, and the ghost flew so high, so it was obvious that it was targeting him, no, it was targeting another person who could take action, Mr. Justice Dance Music.

Like ambushing flies, using ghosts is nothing more than forcing the divine priest to take action. The enemy's intention is too obvious.

"What are you going to do? Call someone?" the woman asked.

"No. Who can I call? If I can't deal with the enemy, no one else can deal with it." The silent shooter pulled out the dagger from his boot: "Raise your hands."

The woman was stunned: "You really want to release me? Aren't you afraid of going to court-martial?" She persuaded the other party with her words, but hurriedly put her hands in front of him, for fear that he would regret it.

"We can't do nothing and let Lord Justice Dance bear the burden alone."

The dagger was inserted into the gap of the wooden shackle, and with a push, the woman's hand was freed. She couldn't help but twist her fingers, and a wisp of dark element slowly fell from her fingers. She could finally use magic!

"Waste utilization?"

"Waste utilization."

"Tell me, how can I help you?"

"First, the sky is too high and there is no reference object in the field of vision, so I cannot clearly grasp the distance; second, my body is very tired, and the subsequent continuous shooting requires a lot of physical strength."

"Understand, precision and strength."

The woman's right hand slid down the silent shooter's strong back like a snake. At this distance, the opponent was unprepared. She had three ways to quietly deal with the opponent. She felt someone peeping, and when she looked back, she found

There was a bright light in the distance caused by the reflection of the telescope mirror, and he smiled ingratiatingly. Besides the commander, who else could be holding the telescope?

"Have you ever heard of trusted magic?"

"I know nothing about magic."

"What a coincidence. Trust magic can benefit even people like you. Come on, follow me and say: 'With reason as the eye, the world is actually very simple.'"

"Is this a spell?"

"Just read it after me!"

After the archer closed his eyes and recited, he suddenly discovered that there were a large number of lines and numbers in his originally empty field of vision. He did not need a woman to introduce him. A voice from somewhere told him that this magic was called [Rational Vision]. He raised his head and stared at one of them.

As a ghost, he saw an extra spool running through the night sky between him and the other party. There were also the words "36.7524 meters" above the other party's head. The part after the decimal point of this number was still changing, which clearly referred to the distance between the two parties. He looked towards

The distance between the soul fire next to him was only 15 centimeters. Through the intense comparison of data, he clearly realized that he and the woman were very close. In the boundless dark world, there could be another soul accompanying him... He

My heart was really like a flame, and it jumped up.

If souls do not rely on each other, they will be easily extinguished.

He suddenly felt that his forehead was swollen and he was a little dizzy. He shook his head subconsciously. The woman helped him steady: "This is the price of magic. It depends on the frequency and duration of use. You have to pay taxes. Do you understand that? In short, it's like

Just as you use physical strength to shoot a bow, you also use mental energy to activate magic."

“Very worth it.”

Next, the woman cast [Paralysis Technique] for him: "I don't know [Barbarian Bull Power], so I can only use [Paralysis Technique]. It has been improved so that it will not make your whole body weak, but it will also allow you to perform beyond your normal capabilities.

Extraordinary bravery. You also know that our necromancers love to conduct human experiments. Sometimes they are a little rough and the volunteers will cry and scream in pain, but [Paralysis] can temporarily block the volunteers' pain sensation. Of course.

, you might faint from pain when the magic ends, you don’t mind, right?”

Volunteer, ha. The closed-eyed archer sneered and tried to stretch his arms. There was indeed no discomfort, and all the fatigue had disappeared. He held the bow tightly, and the length, weight, tension... Various data on the bow body rushed to pop up, and compared with the ruler

There are more numbers on it. When he draws the bow, the angle between the bow strings, range, wind force, and gravity data are also displayed at the edge of the field of vision. A parabola extends forward from the bow, and there is a possibility marked by a pink block at the end.

The impact point distribution range actually established a ballistic model.

With one arrow, the red light flew into the clouds like a bird, and the two ghosts disappeared together. He used [rational vision] to control the flying speed of the ghosts, and found the right moment when the two targets overlapped. Killing two birds with one stone, he actually shot [Penetration].

arrow] effect.

Encountered an attack, the ghosts immediately dispersed. The silent archer tried his best to shoot, but only caught a few of them. The rest flew to the top of the mountain, and were blown into nothingness by Angel emitting golden light halfway. The magic ended at this moment.

, the closed-eyed archer was not only severely dizzy, but also ached all over his body. He couldn't even hold the bow, and he knelt down and vomited. He couldn't eat because of the pain in his eyes, and he vomited almost all water.

"How do you feel?" the woman asked with concern, but her concern was always a little weird and completely emotionless.

"Excellent." Wiping the saliva from his mouth, the shooter said with closed eyes: "Even if it only plays a trivial role, I will work hard. I will keep fighting and give everything I have."
Chapter completed!