The undead are very evil beings. Unlike living beings, except for a very small number of special creatures, most living beings do not have simple evil or kindness, but mixed existences.

Humans may think that monsters are bloodthirsty, but in fact, it is more hostility toward powerful races like humans than simply bloodthirsty. In fact, many monsters have very peaceful tempers, such as unicorns, phoenixes, etc.

The undead are different. The undead, especially the middle and low-level undead, are truly hostile to the living in essence. Except for a very small number of special undead species, such as the moonlight ghost and the death paladin, most ordinary undead will instinctively want to kill the living without control. On the contrary, the undead after reaching level 7 know a little about seeking profit and avoiding harm, while some undead in the holy realm can communicate.

There are many terrifying undeads, such as those formed by the dragon clans who died after the death of many material planes, which are not too weak. Whether it is the bone dragon, the corpse dragon, or even the higher-level ghost dragon and the dragon lich, they are all possible to reach the holy realm.

Even among ordinary undead races, extremely strong people may be born. For example, among countless ordinary skeletons, the "skeleton king" with a full body strength of even exceeding the diamond level may be born.

However, among many undead races, the Blood Ghost is also an extremely powerful and terrifying type.

Most blood ghosts are formed by having great resentment and murderous intent. Generally speaking, if the whole family is killed, they are easily killed, or if the relatives of the country are destroyed, they are unwilling to be resentful. Only this level of resentment can form a blood ghost.

Of course, most undead spirits have resentment, which naturally form, and are mostly born from the desire for life. If there is no trace of resentment, an almost harmless undead spirit like the moonlight ghost will be formed.

The terrifying thing about the Blood Ghost is that their resentment will make their strength improve rapidly. The weakest Blood Ghost is also level 5, but as long as they have enough resentment, they can easily reach level 9.

In order to refine the powerful undead, the undead magician captured a level seven warrior. In order to silence, he even killed all his family. His wife, son, daughter and parents were all killed by the undead magician.

With such unwillingness to resentment, such a level seven warrior turned into a blood ghost under the transformation of the undead magic. Even due to strong resentment, his strength reached level nine.

Because it is the undead transformed through the magic of the undead, rather than the undead who enters the underworld after death. Although most of the memory has been lost, the obsession with resentment remains, and even clearly knows the object of his hatred the most.

However, it is not very useful. The undead transformed by the undead magician is naturally forced to accept the undead magic contract. It is impossible for it to harm the undead magician who controls itself. Even if its own strength is far beyond that, this is the most fundamental function of the contract.

Blood Ghost discovered that as his strength grew, the longer it took for the undead magic to summon him.

And the opportunity came soon. During a summoning, the Blood Ghost deliberately attacked the enemy when the undead magician had decided to surrender, and lured the opponent to directly attack the undead magician. Before the undead magician was seriously injured and died, he struggled to descend to the material plane. He also used the undead howl to severely damage the enemy.

Although the Blood Ghost, as the summoned undead, had no way to attack the undead magician, it was possible to watch the other party die in pain. At that time, he would tear his soul to pieces and swallow it with his own hands before it was taken away by the rules of the underworld.

Of course, before fully enjoying your enemy, you should also enjoy a delicious snack.

A giant palm formed by flames fell from the sky, pressing the blood ghost in the palm of his palm, holding it gently, ignoring the blood ghost's madly counterattack and struggled. Under the terrifying high temperature, the blood ghost let out a howl of extreme pain, struggling to be turned into ashes by the high temperature.

A figure appeared beside Wright, who was lying on the ground. The Holy Magister Cromwell saw the disciples around him, and then looked at them for a moment, and his face changed.

"The soul was hurt, damn it, it was the soul attack of the ghost just now!"

Although he is a holy magician and can rank among the top three in the holy realm in terms of soul attack methods, there is no good way to face the injuries on his soul.

The power of soul covered the entire imperial capital, and a middle-aged man with neat beard and dressed in black gentleman's costume was found.

"William, come and help me, I owe you a favor!"

The middle-aged gentleman "Cromwell Holy Magician" reacted in surprise. Although his teacher is one of the two greatest beings in the entire Magnolia Continent, he has just advanced to the level of the Holy Realm, and his status is much worse than that of the ancient Holy Realm extreme strongman. He can only be considered a junior in front of the other side. It is a good thing that can make the other side owe a favor.

The Holy Magician faintly emitted a light green light, disappeared into the tavern, leaving behind a few gold coins. Everyone in the tavern was unaware of this.

"How is it, William!" This was the third time that the Holy Magister Cromwell had asked, with a hint of anger on his face. It was obvious that pinching an ant-like ghost could not release his ant!

At this moment, in the imperial palace, Wright was lying on a large bed, and the Holy Magister William, who was practicing the magic of life, wiped his sweat to heal Wright.

Life magic is the unique inherited magic of the Magnolia Empire's Temple of Life. It lacks strong aggression, but it has the most powerful healing ability. Light magic can only heal physical injuries and diseases, while life magic can even heal the soul.

"It's nothing serious." After a careful examination of Wright, he released several corresponding life magic. "The mental power may decrease slightly after the soul is injured, but the consequences will not be too serious. After all, it is the mental power of a level 6 magician."

"But maybe he was in a coma for a while, the soul attack he was subjected to was accompanied by some undead power. Although I have cured it with the magic of life, it still has some damage. Well, his coma should not last more than a month."

"Then thank you for the Holy Magician William." Cromwell was quite polite to William, not only for the other party's background, but also because he treated his disciples.

"What I should do, Master Cromwell, then I'll leave first!" Master William didn't dare to be arrogant. After all, the other party's strength was far beyond his own. Neither of them talked about any reward, after all, the favors of the Holy Magician Cromwell were already extremely expensive.

Since he knew that his disciple would not be in serious trouble, the Holy Magister Cromwell breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the slightly damaged mental power? Only mediocre magicians look at mental power, and their disciples have already touched the law. Understanding the law will increase mental power much faster than meditation. If nothing else, it will be just that becoming a holy magician will be postponed for ten years!

Besides, my disciples may become a warrior in the Holy Land first.

Since my disciples are fine, I have to settle the score with someone!

Ten minutes ago, in a low-key side hall in the Imperial Palace, the swordsman Bill Sistanda, who was respected and worshipped by countless people in the Empire, looked melancholy. After thinking for a while, he attracted his most talented descendant, the second strong man from the Royal Sistanda family. After giving a few instructions, he disappeared into the palace as if he turned into a breeze.

Ten minutes later, the Holy Magister Cromwell appeared in this side hall, and the power of his soul swept across his face with a three-point anger.

"Boy Charlie, get out of here!" After a while, Charlie Sistanda, the second Sanctuary warrior of the Sistanda family, appeared in front of the Holy Magister Cromwell, showing a flattering look on his face.

"Boy Charlie, I'll ask you where your ancestors have gone."

"Master Cromwell, the clan ancestor has just gone out to visit friends!"

"Go out to visit friends? I don't know if the old man is going to cause trouble for him, right? How does your Sistanda family manage the imperial capital? My disciples are actually attacked in the imperial capital, and there are also level nine undead!"

Charlie Sistanda thought to himself, "Isn't my ancestor running away because I'm afraid you'll come and cause trouble?" But his face still smiled, "Master Cromwell, Master William said, hasn't your disciple gone wrong? Why bother to get angry!"

"The key is not whether something happened, but the attitude of your Sistanda family. My disciples have all been damaged in their souls. Don't you say anything about your family!"

A few drops of sweat were shed on Charlie Sistanda's face. This senior was indeed the same as the ancestor said, "not care about the details." Fortunately, the ancestor had already given a countermeasure.

"A bottle of 'Soul-Eating Bee' can speed up the recovery of soul trauma!"

"not enough!"

"A Count's title will be divided into a county and city area in the northern provinces! But this will be granted after he enters the eighth level."

"Hehe, after my disciple entered level 8, you will be trying to win over the title of Earl, so it is not considered compensation!"

Charles Sistanda almost choked. The title of Earl is indeed not worth a lot, but not every level 8 magician who graduated from Pu'an's First Magic Academy can get it. Most of them only get the title of Earl to receive some pensions.

"Those are the conditions given by our ancestors. At most, I will add 80 million gold coins in my personal form!"

"This is almost the same!" Master Cromwell went back to see another disciple with satisfaction.

Charlie Sistanda saw that his private vault was empty and nearly half was missing, and she wanted to cry without tears. She didn't know if her ancestors would reimburse him.

Bill Fei, the ancestor of the Sistanda family, sneezes suddenly in the air.
Chapter completed!