C48 Demon Hunter(2)

Natalya's black cloak trembled and I felt my vision darken. It was as if she had merged into the darkness and disappeared.

The cold wind was mournful, blowing my messy hair up and down. The sand sea under the moon was suffused with a silver glow. This scene was extremely familiar to me. Over the past hundred years, I have spent most of my time in the desert. Natalya's words raised a riddle in my heart. Evil aura? Will the Necromancy really guide me towards evil? I reached into my pocket and touched the sheepskin book.

Evil depends on one's disposition. It can't be related to cultivation, right? I don't have a strong sense of justice. To be honest, back then, I didn't fight with Baal's Demon Realm army out of kindness and justice, but because of the current situation. Before the start of the war between humans and demons, Talitha and I have been repeatedly assassinated by mysterious forces. In order to protect ourselves, we had no choice but to walk the path of devil slaying. Although I do not claim to be righteous, I should never degenerate into an evil person. I have no interest in the wealth and power of the world, since I have no pursuit of money and power... Then where will my evil come from? If you insist on label me, I should be a human from the Neutral Faction.

Reviving Talitha, this is my only belief to survive. In a world without Talitha, my immortality is the cruelest curse. Martial power, glory, everything is not important. My heart has already made up my mind!

Dawn, the sky above the streets is dark. I stepped on thin ice and arrived at Farah's Blacksmith Shop.

In the cold winter, no one would come out so early for activities. But Farah was an exception, Farah was a diligent woman. Early in the morning, her stove had been set up and she began to work hard for the day's livelihood. "Customer, do you need anything?" Farah's smile was sweet and natural. She really was a cute blacksmith.

"I'm here to get something" I took out half a copper coin from my pocket. Farah looked at the half copper coin and his expression slowly became serious, "Esteemed guest, please wait a moment." After saying that, he turned around and walked into the room.

After a while, Farah walked out with the other half of the copper coin. The two copper coins were pieced together, and the fracture was seamless. They were originally one.

Farah smiled sweetly and said, "Esteemed guest, it is my honor to serve you. Please follow me."

In the Farah Family's cellar, there is my equipment. The divine artifact that is ranked first and fourth on the divine artifact Ranking. Perhaps I won't need them anymore in the future. I have decided to make a final farewell to my old friends. More than a hundred years ago, when I decided not to continue defending the Lut Gholein, when I started looking for Talitha's burial ground, I transferred the blacksmith shop to Farah's ancestor, Du De. The price was that their family kept the equipment for me for generations until one day I came to take them away. The token that came to retrieve the equipment was that half a coin. If I sell my equipment, I can let the Durant family enjoy endless wealth and glory for several generations. Because no one in the world doesn't know the value of my equipment, but the honest Dude has always kept his promise. He also passed down this responsibility from generation to generation.

The dark purple light flows on the war pike as I stroke the war pike that is named after me. Sensing the magical magic that was injected into the war pike, I felt an indescribable sadness and reluctance in my heart. It wasn't that I couldn't bear to part with my peerless martial power. It was just that after I went, who else in Mortal Realm is worthy of using them? The fact that the divine artifact couldn't be its master was always the sorrow of the divine artifact.

After being injured for a while in the cellar, I decided not to stay any longer. I returned half of the copper coin to Farah and instructed her to continue keeping my equipment.

Is it about to start? I asked myself in a low voice. My heart was filled with anticipation and unease.

As the Necromancy's initial cultivation needs to be carried out in the tomb, I returned to a place that I had discovered. The largest underground tomb. There was probably an ancient king buried there, and there were countless precious martyrs. Of course, there were also many martyrs. The graveyard was the place with the densest death aura, except for hell. It should be the most suitable place for dark magic cultivation. I've decided to cultivate my Necromancy in this graveyard where I can't see the light of day.

After rummaging through the burial items for a while, I found a night pearl the size of a duck egg. " Mm, the light of the night pearl can be used for my reading." I smiled and hung it in the tomb chamber where I lived. I took a deep breath. " It's about to begin!"

Only now did I have the chance to flip open the blue book, the Book of Ethan, and gain a complete understanding of the Necromancy.

The Necromancy recorded in the Book of Blue Ethan included the Voodoo, the White Bone, the spiritual energy, and the Curse, as well as the Summoning. The cultivation of the spiritual energy was the foundation of the entire Necromancy system, and it was also the most important part. The level of the spiritual energy usually determined the level of the Necromancer. The cultivation of the spiritual energy was divided into two categories: Absorbing the death energy, sensing the will of the dead, and increasing the mental strength. This was not only a basic cultivation, but also a terrifying attack skill. Just like the corpse explosion, vengeful souls, and Soul Spear that I had tasted from puzzle-solver, I accepted them all in one go at that time. If I wasn't immortal, these skills might have taken my life. The Voodoo and spiritual energy skills belonged to the offensive type, while the White Bone and Curse type skills belonged to the defensive type. As for the summoning type, they focused on attacking and defending. The description of the Undead skill from the Book of Forest makes me very excited, "Heavens, so the world of the Necromancer is actually so mysterious and terrifying. A powerful Necromancer is definitely the most difficult person to deal with in this world!" I muttered to myself.

I started my life of cultivating the Necromancer from the spiritual energy chapter, although my ultimate goal was to revive from the summoning skill. I understand that if I don't cultivate my fist to the point that it's all in vain, I must first build a good foundation. After that, I would be able to cultivate with twice the results with half the effort.

I start to cultivate my spiritual energy, and absorb enough death energy every day according to the method to refine it. In the beginning, my body rejected the absorption of the death Qi, and I could only absorb a little bit of it every day to cultivate my Niwan Palace. A little more would make me nauseous and vomit. However, as my mental strength continued to increase, my physical body continued to weaken. My body's capacity to absorb death qi increases. I am gradually able to extend the tentacles of meditation outward, and my mental energy is able to spread to a radius of about a kilometer.