Every sound in the dream was urging her to move up the stairs, as if there was a truth there that she had to explore and seek.

Nameless throbs echoed in her heart every time she used necromancy magic, and the spirits seemed to be giving her a silent cry.

Sarah's consciousness was extremely clear, and she did not think that she had lost her mind during the use of necromancy... These sounds were another layer of hints given by the existence that could not be specifically stated.

When she guessed this, the experiment of stitching the spirit body was successful. Although the spirit body was twisted and twisted like a rag bag, and the mixed thoughts made every consciousness of the spirit body struggle for control, but in this great disaster

The spirit body in the cultivation of Gu has come to the end, and this also means that she has once again set foot in a new field that has never been touched before. This is a new spell that can be named after Sarah!

"Fantastic."

"What a wonderful power, like... it can dominate everything. The body cannot escape my hands. I can make up the spirit body myself. I can already define death!"

Sarah's laughter echoed in the cave. The members of the Black Corpse Society were not frightened by the creepy sound. Instead, they knelt down on the ground with pious expressions and their movements were uniform.

Too many things prove Sarah's incredible talent. She is like a prophet, leading the necromancers through the passes of knowledge and moving forward in the mist-filled wilderness.

Like, a pioneer.

"Herald, I love this title, Harbinger of the Necromancer."

Sarah accepted the title and made a new plan of action.
Chapter completed!