"You got the wrong person."

The other party smiled and said, "Lis, it's a nice name. Is she a cute girl like me?"

"No, you're not Liz."

Igula himself shook his head. In front of him was a girl wearing a woolen coat and snow boots. She looked similar to Liz, like a grown-up Liz, but her hair color was pink-purple, very beautiful and rare.

At this time, Igula finally came to his senses: "That monster——"

The pink and purple girl pointed upwards, and the trickster looked up and saw a bloody rain falling from the sky. Smelly blood and pieces of broken flesh fell together, but they were protected by the sanctuary, so they were not tainted by the bloody rain.

Only then did Igula notice that there was a black and white orc wearing a black jacket standing next to him. The orc had a black and white tail, which looked a bit like a cat. Obviously, the nine-headed ichthyosaur that turned into blood rain was the masterpiece of this orc sorcerer.

But the Nine-Headed Fish-Slayer Dragon is already far stronger than a Legendary one, and only someone like Ash could possibly defeat it. In other words...

The fraudster's expression suddenly changed, and the pink-purple girl noticed it immediately: "Hey? You seem to know Amilo. Amilo, do you know him?"

The orc named Amilo glanced at Igula and nodded: "I know who he is."

"I also know who you are, Lord Amilo Kesri, the Barbarian King." Igula flapped his virtual wings and struggled to fly. He opened his right eye that had just been healed and asked slowly, "Shouldn't you be the energy pool for the Gospel God in the Isu Palace?"

Amilo Kesri, a legendary magician of the Kesri orc family, is also one of the legends who resides in the Isu Palace! During the operation of following Annan into the Isu Palace, Igula saw several legendary magicians who acted as batteries for the Gospel Spirit in the basement where the Gospel Spirit's body was located, including the black and white orc "Barbarian King" Amilo!

"The reason I'm here is the same as the reason you're here." Amilo said to the pink and purple girl, "He is Igula Bogin, and he can be said to have won the first to tenth place in the Weaving Festival's "Trick List"."

"Wow!" The pink and purple girl looked at Igula with sparkling eyes: "You are so awesome! And you are so handsome and smart. Why don't you be my follower? I don't want Amilo anymore. He is too ugly!"

Amilo shrugged, seeming a little helpless.

Igula did not reply. He stared at the two of them nervously, flapping his virtual wings and slowly retreating, like a rescued wild cat trying to escape.

The two did not stop him, but when the trickster was about to hide in the white mist, the pink and purple girl said, "Don't you want to go with us to break the angel's wings?"

"Why should I act with you?" Igula asked back.

"Of course it's because you can't win by yourself, and you were chased by Xiaoyu until your eyes went blind," the pink and purple girl scratched her nose, "Shame on you."

"Then why are you acting with a stranger like me?"

"You don't even know this, and you still broke in here?" The pink and purple girl laughed and said, "Any angel's wings are difficult to deal with. It's not something that one or two people can handle. Even if we want to fight for the angel's wings, we have to work together to break the angel's wings first, so the more people there are, the better."

"If there aren't enough people to break the angel's wings, it will have to be eaten by the Starry Lord."

"Let's go together. You must have lost your teammates. The further you go in, the higher the chance you will run into them." The pink and purple girl tilted her head: "If they haven't left."

"So, are you coming with us, or leaving?"

Do others keep going or leave?

After a little thought, Igula came to the conclusion: If Ash hadn't died, he would definitely continue to move forward and remove the white fog to save them; if Harvey hadn't died, he would definitely realize Ash's choice and continue to move forward.

The fraudster's expression was uncertain: "How do I know you won't hurt me?"

The pink and purple girl didn't answer at all, she made a cute face at Igula, turned around and left with Amilo. Igula wanted to try a few more times, whether the other party was insulting or answering, he could get a lot of information, but he didn't expect that the girl would see through his thoughts at a glance.

Igula had no choice but to follow him and asked, "But who are you? Why are you acting with Amilo?"

"Since you're asking me so shamelessly, I'll tell you reluctantly!"

The pink and purple girl turned around and made a V-sign. "I am the one that everyone loves and flowers bloom when I see them. I am the focus of the crowd, a natural leader, as sweet as melted caramel, a beautiful and intelligent beautiful girl devil, Yinzhi!"

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"Good evening."

Harvey, who was treating his eardrum injury, turned his head and saw a huge figure walking out of the white mist.

When he got closer, he realized that it was a tall woman carrying a coffin. She was nearly two meters tall, with long green hair, wearing a backless black vest, long sleeves with strange patterns on her hands, loose white trousers, and a blindfold on her eyes. She was slim but full of healthy beauty.

Unlike Harvey's, her coffin was carried horizontally, and she was not alone. There was a little boy with short black hair sitting on her shoulders, who looked to be only six or seven years old.

"Good evening," Harvey responded, "Are you also fighting behind your family's back?"

"Yes." She touched the coffin: "There is a very important family member in there."

"one?"

"one."

"Then your family uses it pretty fast."

At this time, the little boy suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid of us?"

Unlike the two adults, this little boy didn't look like something that would appear in this place. He was wearing neat overalls and a white shirt, his skin was a healthy milky white, his body was small and delicate, and his irises were a reddish gold that made it hard to look away. He was wearing sports boots, and he swayed gently as he spoke, his white calves brighter than any other color here.

He shouldn't be here, but should be at the party, in the classroom, in the library, among those beautiful things.

Even Harvey, who is well versed in human anatomy, did not dare to determine its gender. Although it looked masculine in appearance, it also had feminine qualities. It was simply... just...

It's just a perfect corpse.

Boom!

Harvey pounded his chest hard, feeling the long-lost fear. He thought he was fearless, he was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of the death of his friends. He regarded death as a homecoming, and he had nothing to lose.

But he knew he was wrong, and he still had something he could not lose - that was his principles, the creed he had adhered to throughout his life.

How could he want to turn a living person into a corpse? This violates the rules of a necromancer!

"Hello."

The little boy suddenly appeared in front of Harvey, staring at the black curly-haired boy with those pupils that the necromancer coveted, and showing a cute and naughty smile: "You are not afraid of her, but you are afraid of me?"

Because the distance was very close, Harvey could faintly smell the fresh scent of grass coming from him. This scent, which was born from the earth but was full of the breath of life, was a special hobby of the necromancer that he had never told anyone else.

Cool!

Harvey moved away from both of them in fear. He didn't dare to look directly at the little boy. He only dared to look at the little boy's boots: "Who are you?"

"Why don't you ask who she is, but ask me first?" The little boy's voice was as clear as a wind chime.

"Because I know who she is."

"Oh?" Both the little boy and the tall woman were a little surprised.

"The reformer of the necromancy faction, the founder of the home-settling ritual, and the inventor of the 'mummy dissection method', which allowed a corpse to be dissected and reassembled an unlimited number of times without damaging the corpse, greatly reduced the demand for corpses by necromancers, lowered the threshold for learning the necromancy faction, and thus ushered in the second outbreak of the necromancy faction." Harvey said: "When I first started learning, my instructor asked me to remember these two people."

"One is the origin master of the Undead faction, Haagen Dazs, the great being who gave life to all the Undead. The other is the revival master of the Undead faction, Tiramisu, the Blood Moon Master who invented the Undead faction!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tiramisu, the Walking God of Death. The 'Eye of Death' on your forehead is very beautiful." Harvey looked at the tall woman and said, "As a magician who became famous thousands of years ago, I thought you should have entered the realm of God a long time ago."

The reason why Harvey could recognize her was not only because the tiramisu was exactly the same as in the painting, but also because of her unique "Eye of Death". The Eye of Death is the symbol of necromancers. When they deal with corpses, they will use the resentment generated by the corpses to strengthen their eyes. Over time, their eyes will have a keen vision to detect the dead.

The Eye of Death can only be seen by necromancers, and it can be said to be the best symbol for identifying purity within them.

Legend has it that Tiramisu completely abandons vision and only uses the Eye of Death to see things. Harvey used to think it was fake, but now he understands it at a glance - if Tiramisu's Eye of Death is pearl, then his Eye of Death is almost the same as sand.

"I didn't expect to meet a junior here," Tiramisu said with a gentle smile, "I feel a little embarrassed."

"So..." Harvey looked at the little boy who sat back on Tiramisu's shoulder: "Who are you? What's your relationship? Can I leave now?"

"Don't leave in such a hurry." The little boy said, "Since you know Tiramisu, we won't hurt you. As for the relationship between Tiramisu and me..."

He touched Tiramisu's green hair and said, "We are blood relatives."

Tiramisu nodded, with a happy arc on the corner of his mouth, "That's right."

The little boy looked at Harvey: "What's your name?"

"Archibald Harvey. Everyone calls me Harvey."

"I'm the devil of tiramisu, Ye Jian." The little boy swung his legs, smiled at the necromancer, stretched out his pink little tongue to lick the edge of his lips, and said, "Xavi, I like you very much."

"Are you interested in becoming my blood relative?"