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Chapter 38

When he regained his senses, Julius only had time to catch the comatose Field, and then fell into the sea with him.

"Staff..."

Nathaniel's staff slipped from the hands of the Demon King. Julius tried to support Field's heavy body. He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the staff, but he could only watch the staff slide into the deep sea.

The brave man looked around a little discouraged. He tried his best to hug Field and floated on the sea in a daze until he ran into Hall who was constantly looking for them.

"Speaking of which, in the final analysis, it's not because of you shooting arrows randomly?!" Hall glanced at Carson Riel beside him.

"Tsk, how can this be my fault?" Carson Riel spread his hands without remorse: "The crimson vine summoned by the mage brother is the culprit, okay?"

"But if you don't shoot that arrow, I think it can be rescued after the summoning time." Hall pointed out this point bluntly, and directly blocked Kasenrell's words.

It is worth mentioning that at the moment the ship was torn apart, the crimson vines that had stained the sea water withered all of a sudden, and finally slowly shattered into black powder like coke and completely melted into the deep blue ocean, finally disappearing without a trace.

"In short, let's find a way to go ashore first. It's very bad for the mage brother to go on like this. According to the brave brother, you saw that the mage brother was corroded by a cloud of black mist, right? So we should rush to You as soon as possible. Nierna, after all, there is someone with the power of light like the leader in red over there, who should be able to help Brother Field." Carson Riel said looking at Summerfield's pale face.

"But although the black mist covered the entire ship, not many people were actually eroded by the black mist. It stands to reason that Field, as a mage, should be more resistant than ordinary soldiers." Hall doubted explain.

"That necromancer." Julius lowered his head and brushed off the broken hair on Field's forehead: "I saw that necromancer smiling at him."

"Isn't that even worse?! I heard that necromancers have a special way to resurrect in other people's bodies. It seems that we need to go to Uniona quickly...Eh?!"

Hall couldn't bear to poke Carson Riel's stomach with his elbow: "Are you an idiot?!" Hall almost convinced this mentally handicapped man with a cuckold, didn't he see Julius' worried look ?

"Wow--" While the two were still talking, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the sea and put it on the small bamboo raft of Kasenriel.

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The life of Summerfield who fell into a coma was not as miserable as a few people imagined.

The moment the ring was taken off, a majestic black mist overflowed instantly, seemingly looking for food everywhere, but Summerfield knew that the mist was only intended for him from the beginning.

It's just that I didn't expect that there would be an idiot following in...

Summerfield looked expressionlessly at the Necromancer, who was still unaware of the crisis. He still had a smile on his lips, and he didn't realize what kind of dangerous situation he was in now.

"Hmph, does that stupid brave man really think that my target is him? Why don't you think about his empty shell that doesn't even sense magic power? Who can take a fancy to it? Only a mage with profound magic power can be worthy of it." Go to my container!" He stared at the man in front of him.

Summerfield touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

However, the necromancer didn't seem to notice this. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, with a malicious light in his eyes: "That brave man may not know what will happen to his best friend, he Will worry about waiting for me to wake up and do my best for me, full of guilt, until I get tired of playing the brother-in-law game and tell him the best friend he was waiting for because he has become my food!!!”

"Ahh... that kind of disbelief, that kind of despair! I can't wait to see it!! Haha, hahahahaha" the necromancer let out a wild laugh.

The embarrassment on the Demon King's face faded instantly, and his face became cold.

"It seems that you haven't realized yet" Summerfield's voice echoed in the consciousness space: "Whose territory is here."

In the space of consciousness, all pretense ceases to exist.As he spoke, his long silver hair gradually settled into black, and his pupils became as dark as an abyss.The white robe on his body also turned into a gorgeous black gold robe.

The staff of Nathaniel was not in his hands, but in this consciousness space, Summerfield didn't need to hide.The necromancer, who was still complacent about the new body he was about to get one moment, felt the vast and incomparable power of the soul in the next second.

"You!" He seemed to want to say something, but the power of the soul pouring in from all directions seemed to crush and tear him apart.The necromancer can only use the other pitiful soul power to counter the attack of the regional demon king.

"You can't control yourself..." Summerfield said flatly, "You humans are always like this. After learning a little, you feel that you can dominate the world and then start to challenge the bottom line of other creatures."

Summerfield paused: "I don't know who gave you the courage, but with this power of soul, do you think you can do whatever you want on the mainland?"

Realizing that he had something to say, Summerfield relaxed slightly.

"Ho...ho..." The necromancer gasped for a few moments, and said intermittently, "You can't...you can't kill me...that lord promised me..."

"Here it is again..." Summerfield lowered his head and looked down: "There are always some idiots who are sold and count the money."

The necromancer looked at Summerfield fiercely: "Don't be complacent! It is true that I underestimated your strength, and I will definitely not make it easier for you when that adult comes!!"

"I'm looking forward to it." Somerfield, who felt that he had given enough opportunities, tightened his strength again: "But you don't need to worry about it all."

"Curse...curse you..." The necromancer knew that he could not escape this catastrophe, so he broke the jar and fell to pieces. He kept sucking in air, enduring the pain of suffocation and looked at the word Summerfield with hatred After a while, he said: "I...curse...you, you will...be abandoned by the light...and live in...darkness forever and ever."

Summerfield laughed, and the spikes formed by the power of the soul pierced through the necromancer in an instant: "I haven't officially introduced myself yet... I am Summerfield, the king of the demon world. Human tricks don't work on me. Or die in peace."

Under the demon king's mocking expression, the necromancer's eyes widened and he dissipated unwillingly.

"Then next..." Summerfield restrained his smile: "What do you want?"

The black mist slowly emerged, and he stayed not far from the devil, turning up and down, as if he would pounce on him at any moment.