Time passed slowly. After more than an hour, Danica felt that Curis could not hold on anymore. Her face was pale, she gritted her teeth, her face was almost ferocious, and her body was trembling constantly.

At this moment, Coris made a new move. She struggled to pick up the frost on the altar and lamented, and cut it directly towards her wrist, and it was the artery cut.

Danica, who was standing next to her, felt pain when she looked at it. The ceremony lasted for so long. In order to keep the evil fire extinguished, Coris had already released a lot of blood. At first, the blood from her fingertips was just dripping. Later, the blood on her fingers was dry, and she could only expand her wound further. Now her ten fingers were rotten, bloody and foggy, and it was terrible.

But Coris didn't care about her injuries at all. The bright red blood spurted out from her wrist and sprinkled on the altar. In an instant, the evil fire on the altar rose more than one meter high and began to burn violently.

Looking at the burning evil fire, Coris showed a crazy smile on his face. This evil fire was Vikhamund's response to him, and this ceremony will surely be successful.

Curris lamented with his hands, aimed at Hod Barov's heart, and inserted it hard. Just now, she used this evil sword to pull Hod's soul out. Now, she needs to re-introduce his soul into her body.

Although the ice blue runes on the frost lament were lit up one by one, Hod Barov, who was in the fel's fire, had been extremely thin and slowly recovered. Finally, after a burning flame, Hod Barov opened his eyes again.

At this time, Curis seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength and collapsed directly on the ground. Danica, who had been standing next to her, hurried over and helped her up.

At this time, the evil fire on the altar had also disappeared. Hod Barov, who had been resurrected, sat up and looked at everything around him blankly with his withered gray-white eyes, as if he had not realized how he was here. His soul was sucked into the frost and lamented the evil sword, which objectively played a protective role, but no one knew what kind of torture Hod's soul had experienced in the frost lament in the frost.

After a while, Hod Barov's eyes came back to light. He walked down from the altar, looked around, and finally focused his eyes on the embarrassed and weak Corice, and asked sternly, "What's going on?" He had already remembered that it was this woman who killed him before.

With Danica's support, Cures stood reluctantly. She didn't care about Hod's questioning and explained with a smile: "Mr. Barov, you are too old after all, and your body and soul are slowly decaying. In this case, you cannot bear the power given to you by Lord Vikhamund, so I need to make some transformation of you."

"Remodeling? Is this what you mean by transformation?" Hod also noticed his pale and lifeless skin and still cold body at this time.

"It will inevitably cost you some price to transform your body, especially a decayed body. This is the price you have to pay." Corris said as expected, "I will first store your soul in this ice lament to protect it, and then use the evil fire to forge your body. Only under the forging of the evil fire can your body bear powerful power. Try it, you have become a powerful profession now."

After listening to Cores' words, Hod Barov looked at his hand that was as unrestrained as a dead tree trunk. Following the guidance of his body's instinctive consciousness, he mobilized the powerful power in his body without any guidance. Between Hod's ten fingers, one by one, accusing the hatred he had given to the world.

Hod felt that his hands were filled with powerful power. This power was so powerful that it seemed to be spraying out through his skin. Hodd had to use this power. Hod took a step back, stood next to the stone wall in the basement, and inserted his hand hard towards the stone wall.

With a crisp sound, Hod inserted his entire hand into the stone wall.

Seeing this scene, Danica's eyelids couldn't help but jump a few times. The power displayed by Hod Barov was close to a third-level warrior. You should know that just two hours ago, he was still a twilight old man. After being hit one after another, his body and soul were already weak. As a result, he has become a powerful professional. What's wrong with this world?!

Pulling his hand out of the stone wall, Hod Barov smiled happily, and he said, "Is this the feeling of having strong power? I feel full of strength in my body, as if I have gone back twenty years ago."

Cores also smiled and said, "Yes, this is a powerful force, the powerful force given by Lord Vikhamund, but this power is mainly used to cast powerful magic, which requires learning and connection. Only when you master the necromancer magic skillfully, you can truly feel how rich the gift given by Lord Vikhamund is."

"Magic magic?" said Hod, "and so, I have become a warlock?"

Cures shook his head and said, "No, you are not a warlock. You are a magic profession specializing in the necromancer. You can also be called a lich."

Hod Barov looked at his hands again and said, "Lich? I am a Lich."

"Okay, I know you are in extreme excitement now, but please give me that sword, that frost lamented." Corris interrupted the new Lich who was still in deep thought and said.

Hod Barov realized that there was an evil sword in his heart. He looked down at the ice frost that was still stuck in his heart and lamented. After a while, he suddenly said: "I just happened to be short of weapons. I think this sword is pretty good." It seems that the powerful force has expanded Hod a lot. He planned to lament the ice frost directly to take it for himself.

Curris was a little surprised at this situation, but he showed enough calmness. He could take this opportunity to teach this guy a lesson and let him know the importance of obedience.
Chapter completed!