Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

After hearing the bad news, the queen's head felt slightly dizzy.

"Crazy!!! How dare those hybrids!"

In fact, not only the queen couldn't figure it out, but even the knights on the front line couldn't figure it out.

But all this is because of Zulin's communication talent. They are naturally close to nature and love peace, and they have the ability to communicate with any species.

Under their influence, the hybrid launched a rebellion.

In fact, hybrids can be considered intelligent creatures, and they also have their own language. It's just that humans have never studied these slaves.

They regarded the hybrid's babbling as meaningless roars.

But in fact, the hybrids were already plotting loudly, preparing to rebel.

They worked as cattle and horses for humans, and fought with each other for humans, but in the end, their bones were piled up and burned to ashes.

The superior humans have never cared about them. At this moment, like their ancestors, they only fight for their own dignity.

Countless sleeping knights were killed in tents by hybrids who usually wouldn't even look at them.

The warehouses storing supplies were looted, and the logistics staff were slaughtered by the hybrids who took up arms.

Although some knights reacted quickly and put up some resistance, they could no longer withstand the torrent of anger.

The frontline battlefield collapsed instantly, and the knights who desperately escaped gathered in embarrassment under the royal city. They begged the Queen to open the gates and let them in. But the queen told them to fight to the death.

"Your Majesty Queen! Open the city gate now! The opponent hasn't come after them yet! We will successfully retreat into the city when they come after them!" A disheveled knight shouted loudly.

"Where's your glory! What do you mean by barking here like a defeated dog!" The queen pointed at the knight and cursed.

The blush of shame on the knight's face flashed away, but he wanted to live even more.

So he continued to plead with the Queen.

But the queen only gave him a cold look in return.

"Either die in battle, or I will send you to death!" The Queen made a cold voice.

The knights below the city gate showed a look of despair.

The tired knights turned their horses' heads again as they looked at the soul army approaching slowly from a distance.

They have no choice.

Their sacrifices were meaningless, and even their souls aided the enemy.

However, the ancestral spirit's offensive was also contained in front of the human royal city.

However, the ancestral spirits did not intend to conquer the royal city. Their only purpose was to kill all humans.

The ancestral spirit detached most of its troops to bypass the royal city and began to carry out a horrific massacre of the city behind the royal city.

"Queen! The opponent has divided their forces! This is our good opportunity! As long as we send out the Royal City Knights, we can definitely kill some of the group spirits!" A general said excitedly.

Before the queen could speak, the minister who advised the queen to move the capital hurriedly jumped out and said: "No! The Knights are the last force to defend the royal city! If there is a loss, then who is responsible for the queen's safety!"

"Shut up! It's not your turn to interfere in the war!" The general was so angry that now was the best opportunity.

"Enough! Don't leave the city! The royal city can be defended for a lifetime! I don't believe those ancestral spirits will always be here!" the queen said coldly.

"But...my queen, the ancestral spirits are slaughtering the people in the rear. If this continues, humans..."

boom! The Queen slapped the armrest hard.

"You have to understand that I can represent mankind! As long as I exist! Humanity will not perish!"

"...Yes." The general stepped back with a dejected expression.

The queen's refusal to send troops caused unprecedented suffering to mankind. Countless people howled and fled their hometowns, just to stay away from those ancestral spirits and demons.

They headed north and gathered in border cities.

The ancestral spirits pushed forward unhurriedly. Although humans all fled after hearing the news, there were always some unlucky ones who couldn't run fast.

When the dusty ancestors came to a castle on the border.

Countless refugees gathered around the castle with desperate expressions. They knelt down and cried bitterly, begging the ancestral spirits to let them go.

But the ancestor spirits turned a blind eye, and there was only deathly calm in their eyes.

Just when they were numbly preparing to kill, they saw a familiar figure.

It was a tall blond lady. She pushed aside the refugees and slowly came towards the ancestral spirit.

"You are a little baby..." an old ancestral spirit murmured.

"Yes..." Marika looked sad. She hadn't heard this nickname in years.

"Are you here to stop us?" asked an ancestral spirit.

"No...I'm here to pay for my sins." Marika came to the ancestral spirit formation.

"That vicious woman started the war for her own selfish interests. I am her daughter, and I should pay for these sins."

Marika knelt on the ground, preparing to accept the beating from the ancestral spirit. This time she came secretly alone, trying to use her small life to appease the ancestral spirit's anger.

An ancestral spirit angrily raised his bow and shot at Mallika.

The huge arrow pinned Marika to the ground.

"Ahem!" Marika spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The bright red blood was like a stream, slowly flowing into the ground along the arrow body.

Marika closed her eyes quietly.

Countless arrows struck her, and she leaked blood everywhere like a tattered water bag.

"One person's blood is not enough to repay the debt!" an ancestral spirit said coldly.

Just as everyone was preparing to take care of the human behind Marika, Marika, who was dressed as a hedgehog, moved slowly.

She pulled out the arrows from her body one by one.

This scene was so shocking that even the ancestor spirits were stunned.

"Did she transform into an immortal?"

"No, I can feel the vitality in her body, she is alive!"

The ancestral spirits showed solemn expressions, and Malika's powerful vitality reminded them of the King of Ancestor Spirits.

When the refugees behind Marika saw this, their eyes widened in shock.

Because they discovered that with a flash of golden light, Marika's injuries were restored to the original state.

"Are you a god?" a refugee asked tremblingly.

"No, I'm just a sinner." Marika still knelt on the ground.

Another wave of arrows struck, and Marika turned into a bloody man again.

Seeing this, the refugees cried sadly.

They did not expect that the person who ultimately protected them would be Princess Mallika, who was regarded as rebellious by the royal family.

The suffering ritual lasted for eighty rounds…

When Malika came back to life again, the ancestral spirits stopped attacking.

The refugees protected by Marika were already crying. They chanted Mallika's name and offered devotion to her.

"Human beings... are really complicated..."

The bodies of the ancestor spirits slowly disintegrated. After such a long period of fighting, they had already run out of fuel. When the last hatred in their hearts dissipated, they were completely dead.

As the ancestral spirits dissipated, their army of souls also disappeared with the wind.