White covers all the rocks and vegetation underground, and is in it, and can't see anything else.

About a week apart, Charles came to the strange seal here for the second time.

It's just different from before, but this time it's not him alone.

The footsteps slowly landed on the ground, and there were slight thrusts behind him. After five consecutive sounds, a sound of hard objects hitting each other.

Turning around, the wooden barrel wrapped in vines came into my eyes.

Shire approached and reached out to grab the vine, and the old words emerged in his heart.

"Although it's unclear why you can use your weird spell here, the lives of five people, plus these blood, I don't think you can get anything."

"Of course." Charles replied: "I'm not sure if it can, but it's never possible without trying."

The old man's voice was silent, and then the vines that descended slowly rose up and finally disappeared completely from sight.

Shire turned around and looked ahead of the seal.

The three-eyed crow did not leave the place, but instead directed other plants in the white space to start helping him.

So five bodies that were deeply unconscious were pulled by vines climbing from the side and gradually "climbed" deep into the depths.

Charles followed quietly with a wooden barrel and kept moving forward, and finally they came to the woods.

Looking around, the ice-blue "lightning" in the clearings in the forest still flashed, seemingly eternal.

But compared to last time, Charles' mentality this time is very different.

"Hope everything goes well."

As he thought about this, he suddenly thought of another question.

The road to the Necromancer really needs to continue?

At present, he seems to be valued in the church. As long as he works hard, he will surely achieve certain achievements in the future. He may not even be weaker than the path of the Necromancer.

But this question was just a little thought, and he left it behind.

"One is an unknown treasure map that may be poisonous to oneself. If you want to obtain it, you have to work hard to climb upwards. It may not be able to find it. The other is a treasure that is turned on and can be obtained at any time, but it is poisonous to others..."

"Give up? Unless I am a fool." He murmured, and he began to walk around the ground beneath his feet and observe.

He was thinking about how to portray the ritual magic array here.

"The Necromancer has a record of successfully calling for the advent of the promotion power in the secondary plane, but those secondary planes are basically related to the main world to a greater or lesser extent..."

“Is this related to the main world?”

"It's good if there is one, if there is no... using the shuttle door, can it be considered as having one?"

"It's just that there's only a moment when you leave..."

Secretly confirming his next behavior. Charles took a deep look at the strange meteorite that seemed to be blending into the surrounding white space.

That's right, he is going to use the thing in front of him as a stepping stone for his "upper position"

The promotion of the Necromancer is different from other things. It does not require the superior to take over, nor does it require sacrifices to die, but only a stepping stone.

A stepping stone that is at the same stage as one's own promotion level. No matter what, humans, demons, ancient monsters, or even the undead themselves, it can be said to be savage and rough.

Of course, if the stepping stone exceeds the current level, it is naturally OK, so Charles is quite sure what he is going to do now.

Although the thing in front of me is inexplicable, no one stipulates that it cannot be used as its own pedal, right?

"Unless it exceeds the level of power in the main world, no matter how special it is, it will only be bound by the rules of the main world."

"But...if it goes well, will I pull the stone out and have a certain impact on it?"

This is a question worth pondering, but this matter is like a famous experiment in memory, and no one dares to be sure before it happens.

"Try it?"

Thinking of this, he simply stopped, then sat on the ground not far away, stared at his body, and silently counted the time.

Around, a bucket of "water", five unconscious spell casting materials quietly "accompany him". The three-eyed crow did not appear again. He may have been observing all this in secret, but this had no effect on Shire.

There was no change in the white world that could attract attention. I thought silently and expected the time to arrive. Shire immediately stood up, and used the liquid in the bucket to use the prepared brush to draw up a complicated magic array around the meteorite on the ground.

Rings, crescent moons, secret texts, dry bones...

Various symbols were skillfully engraved on the ground with blood.

He has not been idle these days when he has been waiting for the shuttle door to approach. He has basically used it to practice upgrading to the magic circle.

Although I have obtained all the memories of the bandage person, this acquisition is completely different from Charles' "monster fighting and upgrading". It is the same thing as knowing it, but whether it can be used is another matter.

So he needs practice.

Fortunately, this most basic magic circle is not difficult to advance. Charles, who often practices secret texts and rituals, learned it completely in less than two days.

He even confirmed for two more days that he had also traveled here to experiment with whether the surrounding special environment had an impact on the magic circle.

After everything was foolproof, he planned to start the next step.

"The skull is placed in the diagonal straight shape, and the phalanx is..."

Murmuring, the magic circle was ready to be completed.

Then he walked to the five unconscious soldiers, opened his palms full of black secret texts, squatted down, and then stroked and touched one of them.

The green aura then lingers, and the unconscious person's body becomes more and more shriveled.

Then the second, the third, the fourth...

This behavior lasted four times, and at this time his left hand was surrounded by dark green.

After a few glances at his palms, he finally took out a dagger, clasped his right hand tightly, and came to the only soldiers left.

"If you come up with an idea, let you be the big shot."

I felt quite cold-blooded, but Charles did not stop his movements. He turned the dagger in his hand back, and then stabbed it into the other party's chest without blinking.

The blood splattered and the severe damage did not awaken the other party. Before coming again, the woman in the red robe used a special powder she carried with her to completely fainted.

The medicine powder is very effective, and the amount of the woman in the red robe is also very sufficient. It is said that even if her limbs are cut off, she will not wake up.

Shire didn't comment on this, but he had no other way at the moment, so he could only trust the old witch.

He began to use a dagger to continuously apply it to the other party’s chest:

It is obvious that he should be unfamiliar with doing such a thing for the first time, but he is quite proficient in his actions at this moment.

The clothes were picked and the epidermis were cut open, and then the belly was broken and exposed to the sternum.

After that, Charles stopped and looked at the scene, hesitating a little, but after a while, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Is hesitant and hesitant to end up doing it? Why are you trying to stop?"

So as he gritted his teeth, a sharp and loud strange sound appeared in the white space here, which continued, continued...

The magical powder was really effective. In this case, the other party did not wake up, which also made Charles' psychological pressure not that great.

He finally jumped the dagger, cut the blood vessel connection one after another, and then held the blood-red, thumping thing with his left hand surrounded by a strong green breath.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Charles threw away the dagger, stood up and stepped in front of the magic array that had been arranged before.

He watched the shuttle door time tightly, and after a moment of pause, he took a deep breath, and finally held his heart with his hands and raised his head high.
Chapter completed!