Something's wrong with my undead

When they saw Veronica swearing in the name of faith that she would go to Macala to observe the joint military exercise, the two skeletons exclaimed at the same time.

"Fuck..."

During this period, they were so well-behaved that Heine, who was so focused, forgot about these two people and was suddenly startled.

Da Huang: "No, buddy, you've succeeded already? Is Auntie going to McCalla now?"

Wei Dian Yuan: "What can I say? Just learn it!"

Da Huang: "You can't learn anything from this! You can't learn even a little bit."

...

Heine finally breathed a sigh of relief, but not completely.

Because Veronica is an eighth-level warlock, the effect of Gum Therapy on her is weakened by at least three-quarters!

Not only was the duration short, but as the oath ended, she actually broke free from the remaining effects!

My aunt, who had lost her rational state, suddenly had a gloomy face, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the whole room.

The murderous intent was genuine. After she came to her senses, she was very resistant to her previous rationality.

An uncomfortable feeling of "being lured into making a certain decision" lingered in her heart, and the strong sense of betrayal made her extremely disgusted with herself just now.

But all the memories from just now are still there, so the oath is still valid.

Even though Heine did not use any profane language, in her opinion, every punctuation mark was full of blasphemy.

In short, I regret it very much! But I can't regret it!

A large dark mark appeared on the white wall, slowly expanding like an ink stain.

Heine felt as if his soul had been sucked out and his whole body was soaked in ice water.

The soul fire of the two skeletons began to spin wildly in their cranial cavities like a rag thrown into a washing machine.

Wei Dian Yuan: "Fuck, soul storm?"

Da Huang: "And it's a shadow hybrid version. Auntie's skill is much more powerful than when she turned into a ghost! This is a boss skill, hurry up and learn it!"

Wei Dianyuan: "No, I'll learn it from you! Oh, don't say it... don't say it..."

He suddenly removed the barrier built with Alpha and actively put his head into the invisible storm around him.

Although the dark skull quickly became mottled, a subtle feeling emerged deep in the soul.

It feels itchy, like something is about to break through the ground.

Suddenly, the storm stopped.

Wei Dianyuan: "Fuck, why did you stop? Stop..."

My aunt had a cold face.

She just gave him a slight punishment and didn't kill him.

Heine's face was pale and sweat was pouring down. He had no time to pay attention to what the two were talking about.

"You won't regret it, will you?" he grinned.

"I only regret taking your things just now."

Veronica's eyes were cold, completely different from the calm look she had just shown.

At this time, a word floated over.

"Can you give me an extra hour?"

Veronica frowned and looked at Wei Dianyuan, then looked at Heine, trying her best to restrain the murderous intent in her eyes.

"Don't push your luck!"

She subconsciously thought that this was Heine's instruction.

“Although it’s offensive to say this, I still suggest that you…give him some extra time.” Heine smiled bitterly and said, “Believe me, he will give you a surprise.”

Aunt took a deep breath, and then the invisible storm enveloped Wei Dianyuan again.

The latter's skull seemed to be gnawed by an invisible swarm of insects in the air, and became bumpy in the blink of an eye.

But a strange situation occurred at this moment——

The invisible fluctuations gradually became substantial, and the fusion of the two shadows and souls began to entangle and strangle each other, and tiny gray particles precipitated from the air.

At the same time, the skulls of the Northeasterners stopped corroding and began to repair themselves.

Wei Dianyuan: "It's melted, it's melted! This skill is awesome! Soul Spike and Shadow Storm are fused together, and the two skills become one! This is a boss skill!"

Veronica's expression gradually became serious.

She deliberately reduced the force of her attack, but she didn't expect the other party to fight back with her. As time passed, the gray particles actually slowly floated towards her...

This was a sign that she was at a disadvantage.

"This is impossible!"

Veronica suddenly exerted force, and the Northeastern man's head was like being hit hard by a whip and flew out directly.

Heine quickly picked up his head and put it back on.

Wei Dianyuan: "Damn it, why is Auntie playing dirty? Can't she afford it?"

Da Huang: "Don't yell at me, do you have the guts to yell at her?"

Wei Dian Yuan: "Then I dare not."

...

Veronica was horrified: "...This is absolutely impossible. This is a spell I created myself. I haven't had time to register it yet. How did he learn it???"

"Perhaps the development trend of magic after it advances to a certain level is similar." Heine explained: "Do you remember the 'battle simulation' I just mentioned? The creation of these things is inseparable from their help, so I suspect that is also their past experience. Therefore, they have rich combat experience, and the ideas of the strong coincide. This is reasonable, right?"

Veronica took a deep look at Heine who was practicing the bone repair technique, raised her hand, and a black light shone into Wei Dian Yuan's body, and the latter was instantly repaired.

"Your shadow magic is out of practice," she said.

Heine: "Indeed, you taught me that."

What kind of bone repair technique is this? It's better to use shield strike!

After this incident, Veronica seemed less resistant to going to McCalla, and even her previous self-loathing was alleviated.

She probably had a lot of things to arrange for this, so she agreed on a time with Heine and left in a hurry.

As for the collapse of the palace, Heine was not in the least bit anxious.

Originally, he planned to look for Feodor, a seventh-level warlock, but now with his aunt who is eighth-level, he has exceeded his mission.

If Dylan hadn't been in prison, he would have been able to go home.

He looked at Wei Dian Yuan: "Now tell me about this new spell, and by the way, tell me about the ruins of Delmines."

...

In the evening, the chief priest of the temple received Mr. Heine, the envoy from Macara, in Nigolese with the highest etiquette. The content of the conversation between the two sides was not important.

What’s important is the signal this incident sends.

After all, after a period of rumors, the news of "two undead causing chaos in Helgeland City" had long since turned into a "legendary act of righteousness."

There are rumors in both the black and white circles about the elusive floating city and the mysterious sorcerer in black robes, and every incident has a traceable trace, which is gradually becoming an urban legend.

Under such circumstances, and given that the case of Dylan Gittler has never been concluded, his release was a natural consequence.

That night, Dylan was taken out of the Garden of Bones and sat at a dining table with Heine.

Sitting opposite them were none other than the now popular Grand Duke Andrei of Musiain and the second in command of the Gittier family, Lord Dmitri.

"You don't look like you've been locked up for so long." Heine complained in a low voice.

Compared to his appearance in McCalla, this middle-aged man in his forties seemed to be twenty years younger, even with fewer wrinkles around his eyes.

Dylan said expressionlessly: "No one is insulting me here. I am in a good mood, and my complexion is naturally better."

"So you blame Mr. Barry for not praising you?"

"It wouldn't be a problem if he praised you less."

"That may be difficult." Heine curled his lips.

Dylan ignored him, glanced at the person sitting opposite him, and then looked at Heine.

"There's one thing they didn't seem to tell you."

Heine was stunned: "What?"

"They want me to run for the next head of the Gittier family."

Heine looked at Dmitri, who smiled and nodded at him.

He looked at Dylan again: "So..."

"I agreed."