Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Marika finally cleared the wolf level, with a hint of joy in her expression.

As for the Elden Ring, she had only scratched the surface. It's not because the game isn't fun, but because she always feels weird when playing.

Marika looked at the icons on the desktop boredly, feeling a little melancholy in her heart. She could not help but worry about the situation of her relatives in reality.

"Grandpa Patriarch, is there any way to get everyone to move here? I really miss you all!" Marika couldn't help but say.

Wang Yu's hand playing the game paused.

"I didn't have any good ideas before, but now those mages have given me some inspiration."

Wang Yu clicked on an empty computer.

He clicked on the folder, and inside was an improved magic circle.

"As long as you draw this magic circle before you die and recite my name silently in your heart, they will come here."

Marika's eyes lit up when she heard this. But soon she thought of something.

"But now most people believe in the Golden Tree. Is it difficult to ask them to draw this magic circle and chant your name?"

"Yes!" Wang Yu shook his head helplessly. "This magic circle has been improved so that even people who don't believe in me can use it."

"But people shouldn't be able to use this kind of magic circle of unknown origin, right?"

Marika heard this and nodded in agreement.

"And the most important thing is that we can't express it to the outside world. I seem to feel the pain before the Golden Tree." Marika said.

"Actually, it's not that we can't express ourselves at all. We can give music to others. Music is also a way of expression, but it's just a little indirect." Wang Yu said, touching his chin.

Just when the two were discussing with each other.

A door on the wall opened, and several mages walked out with ugly expressions.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yu asked.

"Lord Creator, does that game called Summoner's Rift really connect to another world?"

"Eh? You guys play that too?" Wang Yu was a little surprised.

"That game does connect to another world. Is there any problem?"

After receiving the affirmative reply from the Creator God, the mages became a little excited.

"We have too few manpower. We simply cannot compete with the other team's top teams with just our few people."

"We need more people to join us! We want our world's name to be resounding to other worlds!"

Wang Yu couldn't help but feel excited when he looked at these infused mages. These are all talented people, and maybe they can come up with something.

So Wang Yu talked about the current situation.

"I improved this based on your magic circle. Let's see if there is any room for improvement?" Wang Yu asked.

The mages stared at the magic circle on the computer and studied it for a long time, and finally shook their heads helplessly.

"Your formation is perfect, there is no room for improvement."

"But the magic circle is not suitable for spreading. Maybe we should let it change its form." A mage said with a smile.

"Oh? In what way?" Wang Yu asked.

"How's the song?"

"Song?" Wang Yu was a little surprised.

"Yes! This is the inspiration given to us by the old dean!"

"He once expressed the magic circle through musical scores. This method is very novel. Maybe we can also give it a try."

"Okay, how to do it exactly?"

"These magic circle symbols can correspond to these musical notes..."

The mages quickly explained the principle clearly.

Wang Yu was greatly shocked when he heard this.

After everyone transformed this magic circle into music, they slightly modified it to make it smoother.

And, most importantly, the music implicitly contains Wang Yu’s real name.

If a dying person plays this music around him when he dies, his soul will be drawn here.

"Sure enough! You are all talents!" Wang Yu was pleasantly surprised.

"Thank you for the compliment!" The mages bowed.

But then there is another problem. The blessing of music must be spread through contact, but now Marika's body sits on a chair all day long and does not come into contact with others.

As a result, the music seemed unable to spread.

But Wang Yu quickly thought of an insidious idea.

"Hey! Do you think that golden tree looks like a signal tower?"

When everyone heard this, they looked confused.

Because there is a golden tree living in Marika's body. So Wang Yu directly blessed the golden tree.

Then a shocking situation occurred.

The golden tree that blocked the sky began to vibrate.

It emits majestic music with a hint of sadness.

"What! What is this!" Marika, controlled by the golden tree, suddenly stood up from the throne.

"Damn it! Is it you again? Marika! You are really haunting!"

Golden Tree's expression turned gloomy. Although he didn't know what it meant, he always felt a little uneasy.

People under the cover of the golden tree looked up and looked at the golden tree with some confusion.

"This music is very nice..."

"But it was so noisy! I was sleeping just now!"

"Hush! Do you dare to question the Golden Tree?"

"Uh..." The man immediately shut up in fear.

After all, the current Queen Malika is no longer the easy-to-talk Queen before. If you are caught defaming the golden tree in public, you will be whipped.

The hybrids, who had worked hard all day, raised their heads in confusion.

"It sounds so nice..." They mumbled in a language that humans couldn't understand.

,Snapped! The sharp whip tail struck the hybrid on the back, opening a bloody wound.

"Don't stop! Keep working!" The human supervisor raised the whip in his hand and glared at the hybrids fiercely.

"You are all filthy. Only hard work can wash away your sins! If you want to return to the embrace of the golden tree after death, then work hard for me!"

Similar words have been heard countless times by hybrids. Although their hearts have long been numb, this sinful argument still makes them breathless.

Regardless of whether it is the new human royal court or the old human royal court, the hybrids will always be at the bottom. They cannot receive God's blessings and cannot return to God's embrace.

"Uh..." An old mixed breed in his teens suddenly fell to the ground.

The human overseer gave the hybrid a disgusted look. "You eat a lot but do little. It's time for a waste like you to return to the fire!"

The overseer stepped forward and picked up the hybrid who had fallen to the ground.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~I have spent my whole life to atone for my sins. Am I qualified to return to the Golden Tree?" the old hybrid said vaguely.

"You are the most hard-working, I think the Golden Tree will definitely accept you." Several young hybrids said.

The human supervisor frowned. He couldn't understand what these things were shouting, but he just thought they were very noisy.

He roughly carried the old hybrid away. He couldn't let this thing die here and upset the other hybrids.