Ash encounters the trial he least wants to encounter - a maze.

The twelfth level of the Spiral of Silence is actually a giant maze. The walls connect the sky and the earth, and there is no gap to jump over. Moreover, the walls are connected to the ground and the ceiling as a whole. Even if you only attack a point on the wall, the damage will be distributed to the entire spiral.

However, Chikara, who was best at destruction, stayed on the tenth floor. Ash was good at cutting. Igula's imaginary enemies were all intelligent creatures rather than walls. Gwen was not only a two-wing magician, she also lost a lot of magic spirits due to the destruction of the "star concept" a few days ago, and her combat power was almost negligible.

If they really want to rush through the maze on the twelfth floor, it will probably take more than an hour of high-intensity output, but by then their magic power will be basically consumed. If they encounter the Mercury Trojan on the next level, it would be like sending food to their doorstep. It would be heartwarming to let themselves be ripped out by the Mercury Trojan.

So they had no choice but to walk through the maze. However, the maze was not without clues. At each fork in the road, there would be a question, such as "What is the most beautiful music in life?" Then three forked roads would appear, each with different sounds, including white noise of rain in the forest, pure music of instruments, and a silent passage without any sound. If you take the wrong road, you will come to this fork in the road again.

Obviously, the main theme of this trial is to understand the truth of life and take the right path in life.

Ash is obviously not good at this kind of questions, like "What is the most beautiful music in life?" He would think of "Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind in the forest" and "The silver bottle breaks and water splashes out"... It's not that he doesn't understand the principles of life. On the contrary, he knows too many principles of life, but he just can't live a good life.

In contrast, Igula quickly figured out the answers to these questions. Although they didn't know which master had given this test, as long as they could grasp the intention of the questioner, reading comprehension would naturally become traceable.

Ash also wanted to participate in the brainstorming, but after trying several times, he found that his answers did not match Igula's, so he silently waited for the trickster to give the answer, then rushed to the end of the passage like a dog and loudly told Igula the next question.

When Ash launched his sixteenth heroic charge toward the passage, Igula hooked his fingers on the back of his collar and said, "It's no use being anxious."

"Mr. Ash." Gwen took out a notebook and said, "Although you can repeat the question clearly, the situation in the passage is the most important answer option, and your description of the option is a little distorted. You rushed over to investigate in advance, which probably only improved the time by one to three seconds."

"I wasted more than three seconds on the road just to hear your retelling clearly." The fraudster said coldly, "I will tell Harvey about your performance truthfully. I'm sure he will be moved to tears by your performance."

Igula thought Ash would refute him, but Ash just walked forward silently without saying anything. The trickster looked a little unnatural, and Gwen said, "Mr. Ash, we all know you are just worried..."

"He's right, I was acting." Ash sighed, "When I thought of Harvey and Chikara fighting bloody battles, I felt that I couldn't walk slowly, I had to act anxious and throw it up, even if it was meaningless... I was just moving myself."

"You regret it?" Igula sneered, "You didn't think this was going to be a relaxing and enjoyable trip, did you?"

"I'm waiting." Ash was depressed: "Just like the ball hits the net and bounces up, I don't know where it will land... I can only wait for the ball to fall."

"I haven't found Tamashi yet, and I can't help Harvey or Chikara. I'm obviously not the same person I was in Broken Lake, and I've become very strong... but in the end, I'm no different from a death row inmate, and I'm still powerless in the face of my exile."

"Impotent rage." Igula said, "It is one of the top three mental illnesses in Blood Moon."

"Then do you have any medicine?" Ash said with a wry smile.

"Not all diseases can be cured. Some diseases are destined to be curses that cannot be escaped." The trickster said: "As long as you are a little selfish, many things can be solved. The more you care about, the more likely you are to encounter moments when you are powerless."

Ash couldn't help but burst out laughing: "To be honest, I already feel that I'm selfish enough. I don't care about things that are not mine."

"It just shows that you define too many things as 'your things', idiot."

Igula stopped and looked up at the question on the fork in the road:

"What is the most unrealistic fantasy in life?"

There are three roads. The first road is full of laughter, birdsong, flowers and the sounds of children playing. It is "innocent".

The second road was brightly lit, with steps leading up one after another. When you got closer, you could hear thunderous sounds coming from inside, as if welcoming the coronation of a king or the triumphant return of a general. It was "success".

He glanced at the third road and walked straight in, saying, "However, your condition is actually very simple to treat. You just need to be a little more observant. Don't treat your eyes as decorations, and don't use your brain as a water tank. Look more and think more."

"ah?"

"We haven't found Black Crow yet, which is actually good news. It means he is most likely lurking inside - you also know how strong Black Crow's lurking ability is. He wants to kill Mercury Trojan more than anyone else, so he will never die easily. He must wait for a foolproof opportunity before taking action. But before that, we may have found him."

"Similarly, when have you ever seen Xavi volunteer?" Igulla said, "In his eyes, it doesn't matter if he dies, I die, or you die. He even hopes that we die first so that he can collect our bodies."

"You were too nervous, so you didn't notice that the Necromancer was actually excited." The Trickster said calmly, "He has always been a person who never hides his character and never lies. Since he said he wanted to bury the legend, it means he believes he can do it."

"Just like you believe how perverted he is," Igula said, his voice was serious without a smile, "you also have to believe in his ability."

Ash was slightly startled, and suddenly he heard singing. On the walls on both sides of the road, there were travelers singing in chorus, comrades fighting back to back against countless enemies, and adventurers hugging and cheering after discovering treasure...

The third way is 'trust'.

"But," Ash murmured, "that's the number one legend in Senluo..."

"You are certainly not the cult leader from Broken Lake, Ash," Igula said, "but Harvey is no longer the necromancer from Broken Lake."

…

…

"Sure enough, you are no longer alive."

In the heavy snow, Harvey, transformed into the Ghost King of Hades, pressed Orewa to the ground. Two ghost hands appeared under his armpits and held Orewa's hands tightly. He held up the sickle of despair in both hands, aimed at Orewa's head, and chopped it down heavily!

Facing the fatal blow, the disheveled and mad Orewa's eyes flashed with a trace of desire, his mouth opened to reveal his hideous teeth, and he let out a mournful and hysterical roar. But his limbs kept struggling, as if infinite pain was erupting in his body!

clang!

With a loud bang, the Scythe of Despair slashed heavily on Olewa's face, with the sharp blade almost completely touching his forehead!

Sanctuary!

At the last moment before death, the legend finally put the sanctuary on himself and blocked Harvey's fatal blow!

The Frost Star Ring exploded, and Harvey was pushed back more than ten meters even though he was wearing the Sanctuary, but he spread his wings and flew away. Facts proved that his operation was correct - the exploded Frost Star Ring reassembled again, and if he didn't escape in time, he would receive secondary damage!

On the other side, Chikara opened his mouth and roared, and a stream of flames shot out from his mouth towards Orewa! After the flames were shot out, they would be affected by his voice. The louder the sound, the faster and more powerful the flames would be!

Miracle·Fiery and exciting roar!

However, the returning frost star rings immediately formed a frost shield in front of Oreva, which perfectly resisted Chikara's fire bombs, and not even a spark burned Oreva!

“This is too outrageous!” Chikala’s eyes were red with anger. He quickly avoided Olewa’s counterattack and retreated to Harvey’s side, shouting, “He has clearly lost his mind and can only rely on instinct to cast spells...but the result is that our situation is getting more and more difficult!”

From the beginning to now, Harvey and Chikara have basically had the upper hand in the battle - although Oreva is a legendary magician, his current action pattern is too easy to understand. After a few rounds, as soon as Oreva sticks out his butt, the two know what he is going to do.

This is also the main reason why Chikara would stay on his own initiative: as long as there is a way to resolve the chain of damage, the threat of Orewa is actually not that big.

When the orcs saw that Harvey could carry Oreva like a dog, they realized this - if it was a rational Oreva, even if he only had one breath left, Chikara would run as far as he could; but now Oreva was no longer a legendary magician, but just a powerful madman.

But soon, the orcs' newly ignited desire to "kill above their level" was cooled down by the wind and snow.

Although it seemed like they were holding Orewa down and beating him, they actually didn't cause any effective damage to him. However, every time Orewa cast a spell, their condition would deteriorate further!

The mystery here lies in the environment!

This blizzard that swept across the grassland and froze everything was the real deadly danger!

Every miracle and every magic spirit of Oreva contributes to the blizzard, and the blizzard in turn enhances his miracles, so his miracles become more and more powerful, while Harvey and Chikara are struggling in the blizzard!

Although Chikara's magic and Olewa's magic restrain each other, overall, Chikara's defense is more than enough, and the attack is almost scraping. Olewa can easily mobilize the wind and snow to block Chikara's flame miracle, and each of Chikara's miracles will be reduced by more than 30% of its power by the environment!

From here, we can see how terrifying Oreva was in his prime: he could change the battlefield into an environment that was most suitable for frost magic, weakening the enemy and strengthening himself! If the enemy wanted to escape, but frost magic was the most suitable magic to slow down and hinder the enemy, the enemy would be like a lost traveler in a blizzard, losing body temperature and strength until he fell dead in the deep snow.

If it were the rational Orewa, none of them would be able to escape!

"Mr. Harvey, how about we flee back to the upper floor?" The orc asked tentatively, "He may not catch up..."

"You can reveal your trump card right now and leave." Harvey's voice came from under the helmet of the Hades Knight, indifferent and inhuman: "I won't stop you."

Chikala's expression remained unchanged, and he immediately shouted: "I never thought of abandoning Mr. Harvey--"

"Let me guess. It's probably a mobile miracle with the Fire Light Spirit as its core, right?"

Chikala was startled. For the first time, this cheerful and smooth-talking orc lost control of his expression, and his eyes revealed horror, vigilance and murderous intent.

"It's actually pretty easy to guess. You'd stay here on your own initiative, so there must be a miracle to save your life. The only way to save your life in front of a legendary magician is by performing a miracle of mobility."

"We all know your magic spirit system. The one that is most likely to be used for the miracle of movement is the fire light magic spirit. Maybe it can allow you to leave like light?"

Harvey said calmly, "Once we get to the next level, you will be able to use the Miracle of Movement to get out of my sight. By then, even if I want to stop you with the Slave Contract, you won't be able to hear me. Without the restriction of the damage chain, Orewa can unleash his true legendary power. If I stay behind, he will probably slap me to death."

"Mr. Harvey," the orc lowered his eyelids, "You really misunderstood. I really want to leave Senluo with you."

"No magician is willing to be a slave, let alone a magician from the Holy Land." Harvey avoided Orewa's Ice Spear Storm from a distance: "You really want to leave, but you really want to break away from the contract."

"As long as I die and Alice is gone, your contract will naturally vanish... In such a short time, you have figured it all out and put it into action." The necromancer said, "Your wisdom is not inferior to that of the trickster, but he is very sharp, while you are pretending to be crazy and stupid to cover up your inner talent - he is right, staying in the wasteland will indeed bury your abilities."

"Mr. Harvey, you deserve this comment more. Mr. Borgin's presence overshadows your brilliance." Chikara's face was no longer smiling. "But if Mr. Harvey doesn't want to leave, I will stay with him to the end."

"No, go ahead." Harvey said dimly, "After rescuing Black Crow, we will probably just leave. The world is so big, as long as you don't meet us, your contract is just a piece of waste paper."

"Why?" the orc asked in confusion. He couldn't believe that Harvey would let go of a sanctuary slave.

"Because I don't care about you. Your body is more valuable to me than you yourself." The necromancer said, "More importantly, my next attack cannot guarantee that you will not turn into dust along with Oreva."

Chikala was startled and flapped his wings to avoid Orewa's attack, but he soon returned to the ground - the wind and snow in the air were so strong that he was even blown to the ground.

"Do you have any idea how to deal with this lunatic?"

"If it's a living legend, there's nothing I can do," Harvey said, "but he's not a living person anymore."

"Indeed, he is already a madman."

"No, I mean—he's a dead spirit."

Chikara looked at Oreva, his face full of confusion: He couldn't equate this lively and active madman who could cast spells with an undead creature like Alice...

"His body is still alive, but his soul is completely broken, and his consciousness has died long ago." Harvey said dimly, "Now he is controlled by a new soul and a new consciousness."

"This is the most primitive method of creating undead creatures - the dead-living creature. The creature that should have passed through the veil of death was forced to stay in the world by the magician's miracle. In that decaying body, a sad creature was born, caught between life and death."

"He went crazy because his new soul longed for rest, but the old personality hidden in the neurons of the corpse had a strong instinct for survival. He was tortured by the desire for death and the desire for life at the same time. This is the source of pain for all the original dead spirits."

"That's why he keeps hurting himself normally, but protects himself when he's about to die."

"The living desire life and hate death, the dead desire death and hate life."

"The original undead that was born in this way will hate all living beings and can't wait to drag them to the Land of the Dead, so they will attack us. The first necromancers existed to solve the disaster of the original undead, and later they began to use the power of the undead."

"So don't worry, I'm not bluffing you." Harvey said, "I will definitely deal with Orewa."

Chikara stared blankly at Harvey, who was surrounded by black mist, with only a pair of green eyes staring at the roaring Oreva.

"The original undead is the saddest monster in the world. It is the professional ethics of the necromancer to play a dirge for the original undead and let it return to eternal sleep." The necromancer said calmly: "The undead is a crazy force and must be under the control of the magician."

Although it sounded quite nonsense, the orcs could tell that Harvey was serious!

Helping Ash and the others to stop Oreva was certainly the main reason, but even if this didn't happen, Harvey would still attend Oreva's funeral!

Although the necromancer's voice was indifferent, the firm will in it was so strong that it almost made Chikara allergic. It reminded the orc of the living saints with indestructible faith that he had met before.

Even in Chikara's view, the saints were all unreasonable lunatics. They adhered to almost ridiculous principles and did meaningless stupid things.

so……

"Mr. Harvey, I really don't want to run away." Chikara said carefully: "Don't worry about me, I will hide."

After Harvey said that, he dared not run away. If Harvey won and the slave contract was still there, who knows if Igula would be able to catch him back.

"Really?" Harvey suddenly flew up: "Then I'm welcome."

Chikala watched Harvey, wrapped in black mist, fly towards Oreva. Oreva raised an ice crystal storm and killed the necromancer like a spiral drill.

"What a pair of lunatics..." the orc muttered, better to avoid the miracle preparation.

The black fog suddenly rose and spread, and soon turned into a gray fog, almost rivaling the blizzard! A huge corpse dragon with only a black skeleton left screamed silently, driving the aging corpse gas that destroyed everything, and pressed hard towards Oreva!

The Ghost King's Shackles: Dragon Lich!

But facing the old corpse's aura, Oreva's crazy expression gradually calmed down, and even his attacks became slower, revealing a sense of security returning to his mother's arms.

This is Harvey's trump card - the aging corpse gas of the dragon lich is extremely poisonous to the living, but it is like fine wine to the dead! When the dead encounter the aging corpse gas, it is like a silly woman encountering Igula, she will fall into a state of charm and let the dragon lich slaughter her!

"Rest in peace." The dragon lich stared at the smiling Oreva with his green fire pupils, and his giant claws slammed down!