Something's wrong with my undead

Although Donald is from McCalla, he is a serious believer in the Holy Light.

Therefore, if one wants to search for memories in his soul, one must first endure the contamination of the Holy Light’s will.

This is common sense, and Helenda has no objection to it.

If things were really as exaggerated as the other party had described, then he should really step forward and help.

As the former Archbishop of Eternal Dawn, the current Archbishop Ignacio was once a priest under him.

Even though he had left the church now and was living in Veritas as a Holy Light Mage, trying to downplay his identity as a believer, he could not sit idly by if the church really linked necromancy with the Holy Light and did such a blasphemous thing.

"So, the three holy light energy wells around Macala were all designed by him?" Helenda asked.

Scrooge: "Of course, who could have kept it secret from the family if not him?"

Helenda nodded slightly.

Indeed, only someone from the McDuck family like Donald could do something under the nose of the Institute of Truth.

But this made him very curious about what Donald did in McCalla and why he did it...

"What did Ignacio promise him?"

Thinking of this, he reached out his hand to Donald's soul, then opened his heart, allowing his senses to invade this soul and carefully feel the other person's memories before his death.

The faint holy light sensed that he was also a believer and did not stop him.

At this moment, the buds of the dream flower on the windowsill opened with a "pop".

Each azure petal is the size of a palm and is spindle-shaped. A breeze is hidden in it, instantly blowing the light blue pollen into the entire room, diffusing it everywhere.

Helenda, immersed in her memories of the past, was completely unaware of this.

At the same moment Scrooge raised his hand.

The surrounding air fluctuated, and dark purple cracks appeared one after another.

They are as dense as a spider web and as fine as cracks in broken glass.

Such a narrow crack is not enough for strange beasts to pass through, but it can allow the pollution from the void to seep out.

Countless chaotic malicious pollutions instantly turned into black cyclones visible to the naked eye, like dirty water squeezed out of a crack, but dissipated in an instant when it encountered the air and also scattered in the air.

Thus, the originally dreamy pollen became dirty, and the endless soul pollution rushed into Donald's soul through the pollen as a medium!

Helenda woke up in an instant!

Golden holy light burst out from his body, and the table and the ground closest to him were burned to charcoal almost in the blink of an eye, and the air was distorted.

However, this is the office of Scrooge himself!

The holy light was suppressed by him before it could leave his body for only a few centimeters. Then, a series of restrictive spells emerged from the magic circle that had been set up long ago and fell on Helenda.

Veins bulged on Helenda's forehead, and her eyes were wide open, staring at Scrooge angrily.

However, the latter just looked at him calmly, watching him originally stand up halfway, but now he could only be suppressed and sit down again little by little.

The soul that had long been dyed black slowly climbed up Helenda's arm and reached his face.

The black soul substance was like a ball of slime, piercing his skin and seeping into his soul without any hindrance. It disappeared without a trace soon, and then cast a crazy black shadow over his eyes.

The Archmage of Holy Light should be best at protection, especially mental protection.

However, this time he took the initiative to open his heart in order to seize the memories of others.

No one would have thought that this thing that was clearly a soul actually had a consciousness hidden in it...

What a vigorous vitality this is!

No one would have thought that in the office of the head of the six-member council, the other party actually used the power of the void!

"The magic circle here can only last for five minutes. Unfortunately... you can't hold on that long."

Scrooge looked at the other person with pity, and slowly and methodically increased the pressure bit by bit, accelerating the other person's fall.

He picked up the bottle on the table and stroked it carefully:

"Donald's soul was indeed extracted, but that doesn't mean he's dead... There's something called a wooden teardrop. I'm sure you know it well. It comes from your neighbor. Many heroic souls in the Holy Tomb of Helm's City are stored in emblems made of wooden tears. It can maintain the activity of souls, especially strong souls like the Macara people."

Helenda squeezed out vague words from between her teeth and resisted with difficulty:

"My Lord... is protecting me. My followers cannot... cannot devour each other..."

"Yes, I know your rules. The soul of every believer is protected by 'God's will' and will never be cruelly devoured... But you got one thing wrong. Now it's you and Donald who are resisting the soul pollution from the void, but you collapsed before him."

Scrooge smiled and said, "When your consciousness can no longer hold on and falls into the void, he will take over the management of your huge soul, attach himself to your body, and inherit everything about you... To be honest, this was not our original plan for him, but things have changed. We must know the 'truth', so we have to send you away in advance, my friend."

His voice was like the whisper of a devil, gradually breaking down Helenda's last psychological defenses.

This is not a lie or a deception.

This is an unchangeable fact.

He did not feel that Donald was "invading" his soul.

The two of them were always moving in parallel, like two small boats in a stormy sea, surrounded by a spiritual shock of black waves.

But the difference is that his ship is made of paper, while the other party's ship is as strong as steel.

He even had a more terrifying idea -

Since "this was not originally planned for him", this means that someone else was replaced by someone from the McDuck family...

How many times did they do this?

Before her consciousness faded, Helenda looked at Scrooge for the last time, her eyes full of despair.

But he could no longer speak.

Faced with the endless pollution, his consciousness quickly became chaotic, and he became violent, confused, and bloodthirsty.

With reason far away, he gave up his persistence and joined the feast of chaos.

In less than five minutes, the holy light on Helenda's body disappeared completely, and her eyes were filled with madness.

Seeing this, Scrooge waved his hand and closed the surrounding cracks - these were preserved from the last void disaster. Although the disaster was ended, the space here was still extremely fragile.

After the crack disappeared, several spotlights were activated, and soft white light immediately filled the entire room.

The black pollution melted quickly like snowflakes under the scorching sun, and the pollen of the dream flower was also purified and returned to its azure blue color.

Under the amplified light of the tranquilizing spell, the last trace of confusion and madness in Helenda's eyes faded away.

After a while, his vision refocused, then he stretched his body and looked down at his hands.

"If I change from fifty-seven to one hundred and twenty-seven, did I gain or lose?" he asked.

Although it was still Helenda's voice, the tone and emotion had changed drastically.

It was obviously Donald himself who was in control of this body at this moment.

"Tuk Tuk"

Scrooge knocked on the table, his face grim:

"Don't dawdle, business is more important."

"Don't be so serious, my uncle the Great Mage. Helenda's hatred for you has not yet dissipated. I have to spend some effort to control the urge to punch you... I suggest you don't provoke me. In addition to being a Holy Light Mage, he is also a sixth-level Paladin."

"This joke isn't funny."

Scrooge said calmly.

"Okay, okay, I'll take a look."

Donald closed his eyes and searched Helenda's memory.

Not long after, he opened his eyes and asked in confusion:

"Strange, he had no recollection of what Melvin said, and today was the first time he learned the inside story... Since it wasn't him, and it wasn't Ignacio, could there be a third force within the Eternal Dawn?"

"No, not from within the Eternal Dawn. But it is indeed a third party."

Scrooge said softly, with a hint of relief between his brows.

This is the core purpose of Scrooge's attack on Helenda.

He didn't believe the other party would tell the truth, so instead of doing that, he would rather let Donald take over the other party's body and soul.

This move achieves three goals at one stroke.

Firstly, if he really has a problem - such as secretly operating a power structure, then this would allow us to directly understand the inside story.

Secondly, even if this was a "misunderstanding", controlling a Holy Light Mage was not a loss in itself.

The only regret is Donald.

This strong soul that has lived in Macara for more than fifty years should have merged with a soul of a higher level to take the lead.

It would undoubtedly be a waste to use him on an eighth-level Luku.

But there was no time to worry about that now. Scrooge felt that there was a force influencing their plans.

This abnormality started a year ago.

At that time, Donald followed his instructions and spent nearly twenty years setting up three energy storage wells in McCala, and secretly instigated Archbishop Ignacio of Eternal Dawn to get involved in McCala.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will directly destroy Macara and let the peaceful and peaceful spirit there dissipate to the entire continent, thus alleviating the pressure caused by the magic network pollution.

After all, the meta-flexibility of that place had dropped to its lowest point in history, and it could no longer provide them with a steady supply of strong souls as before.

Just like the last well in the desert, the amount of clean water flowing out is getting less and less.

Rather than watching it being buried in the yellow sand, it is better to blow it up directly and squeeze out its final value.

However, the first anomaly appeared.

Donald's plan was interrupted by a small incident.

This was originally insignificant, but then the people from the Shadow Temple intervened and discovered the second energy well in the Whispering Forest.

Then, it is the third place of Eagle Mountain.

From here on, the development of things reveals a weird atmosphere...

But judging from various observation reports, they were never able to detect it.

Until the void explosion comes earlier than the calculated results.

Then, I was pushed by the unexpected to clean up the mess and patch up the holes everywhere...

Now, this sense of urgency, or rather passivity, finally made Scrooge unable to sit still. With so many anomalies, Melvin failed to bring back anything valuable, but instead brought back more mysteries, which made him feel like he was being fooled.

He was eager to regain the initiative, or at least eliminate a distraction.

Helenda is this interference factor.

Now at least he had confirmed his guess—it was indeed a mysterious third-party force, not someone in Eternal Dawn who was lying.

He already knew that "there is indeed an unknown quantity that affects one's judgment."

Then all that’s left is to find each other.

The cloud of doubt that had been lingering in my heart finally dissipated a little.

"So Melvin is lying?" Donald asked after thinking for a moment.

"She may not be lying." Scrooge shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "If she is lying, then there are only two possibilities. Either someone is controlling her with magic, or someone is cooperating with her in acting. Either of these two cannot escape our eyes. And who can 'cooperate' with her in acting? Who has such a strong ability to hide from the Ministry of Secrets?"

Donald nodded and said, "So she was also deceived?"

"Maybe. The other party is willing to give up such important technology in order to deceive her. Since he has given it to her, let's take it."

"Do you want to promote it on a large scale?" Donald's expression changed: "What about the stored energy stones? Helenda even stored a batch in the hope of making a fortune."

"If you want to be a trendsetter, you must be prepared to be fooled... deal with it yourself."

Scrooge mocked, "It's really hard to imagine that after becoming an eighth-level Holy Light Mage, the first thing you thought of was your wealth."

"This shows that I am still myself and have not been blinded by power."

Donald argued for himself, and then asked, "What should we do next? Do I need to go to McCalla in person?"

"I suggest you carefully look through Helenda's memories. For a 'believer' of your level, going there is no less than seeking death. Do you want to go there on behalf of the gods?"

Donald was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. After carefully reviewing his memory, he suddenly realized something.

"So this is why they can't get close to Macara... The extraordinary will in their bodies will be purified, and they will lose their faith and be regarded as traitors by the gods... It's really miserable. So will you go there in person?"

"of course not."

Scrooge said self-deprecatingly: "How am I better than the 'believer'?"

Donald couldn't help but frown: "Wouldn't Macara become a restricted area shrouded in fog? High-level believers can't go there, and neither can mages - there's no guarantee that he won't become the next 'Melvin', so wouldn't we be able to do anything?"

Scrooge smiled and said, "The Veritas have been away from the land for too long that you have come up with such a ridiculous idea... Don't worry, it won't be long before the fog covering Macara will be torn apart. We don't need to do it ourselves."

……

Meanwhile, the Opry Building once again welcomed an unexpected visitor to Melvin.

“希尔达？”

Melvin looked at the other person in confusion.

"How did you come?"

"I'm here to take you with me to die." Hilda said, and there was no sign on her face that she was joking.

Melvin was stunned for a moment, then stepped back slightly in caution.

"What do you mean?"

"It seems like you're doing well, Melvin." Hilda was a little surprised. "You said that if a person cherishes his life, then he probably enjoys his present life very much... What made you become like this? I remember that you had a strong tendency to self-destruct."

Melvin didn't answer.

The other party was right, she was indeed like that before going to McCalla.

"Let me be frank. I don't think you're going to buy Opry stock," she asked.

"I'm here to tell you a secret." Hilda said calmly, "You are the one most likely to believe it, but at the same time you won't be suspected... Even so, it may kill you. Do you want to hear it?"