It's possible to practice magic this way, right?

Hillcart exclaimed, "Above the god level? Overlord? Overlord of the Undead?"

"Impossible. If it was the Overlord, then how was he finally destroyed?"

Sambrilla said disdainfully: "Eliminate? Oh, is there any record that my father was eventually eliminated?"

Hillcart frowned. The records of the undead disaster were already quite scarce, and the content he had read did not record who ended the undead disaster. There was even no record of how it ended.

When Lin Li heard what Sambrilla said, cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body, and he asked in horror: "Could it be that your father is not alive?"

"What's there to live for? He was already dead the day he became a necromancer."

"My point still exists?"

"Don't worry, the dead can't die anymore, their souls have completely disappeared."

Hillcart asked: "How did he disappear? I don't believe that a master of the undead would disappear so easily."

Lin Li also felt the same way. Even a legendary necromancer would be hard to kill, let alone a master. In terms of who has the most means of survival, necromancers are second, and no one dares to claim first place.

Outside the spaceship was a god-level heaven-destroying thunderbolt, but everyone inside the spaceship focused on Sambrilla, except for Meili.

Sambrilla's eyes were focused on the thunder outside, but they were unfocused, as if she was reminiscing about the past. After a long while, she said, "My father destroyed himself. Not long after he became the master."

The thunder outside continued to roar, and each one carried endless destruction, but the people in the spaceship turned a blind eye to it. Sambrilla's words made them all stunned.

Hillcart was the first to come to his senses and asked softly, "Why?"

Sambrilla continued, "The undead disaster that lasted for hundreds of years allowed my father to break through to the god level. When he broke through, he received the blessing of the will of this world."

"This blessing purified his polluted soul a little bit. It allowed him to regain his sanity for a short time."

"The soul mage who was once respected by the world has become a dead-end mage who looks like a mummy."

"The once vibrant world was lifeless under his feet."

"He originally thought that he could resist the pollution of the soul with his own will, but he didn't expect that he almost destroyed the world with his own hands."

"After he regained consciousness, he simply couldn't accept all this."

Hillcart sighed: "So he chose to self-destruct?"

"That's right. Not only did he choose to self-destruct, he also helped the world as much as possible before his destruction."

"He killed all the holy undead and drove the remaining undead into the undead plane. Finally, he self-destructed before his humanity was extinguished."

After Sambrilla spoke, everyone fell silent.

After a long time, Lin Li asked, "What about you? How did you come into being so different?"

"Me? I am the only undead soul that my father personally enlightened after he became the master."

So that's why. No wonder the undead enlightened by the Lord of the Undead himself are so different.

Just when everyone wanted to ask more questions, a cracking sound suddenly came from the distance.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a crack in the protective formation that had protected Dongfang Xiu. At this time, another bolt of lightning fell.

After a loud bang, there was a series of crackling sounds, and finally a "crash", and it shattered completely like a glass cover.

Dongfang Jing exclaimed: "How is it possible? That is a god-level protective magic circle, how could it be broken now?"

Mary beside her also became nervous.

"Girl, calm down. Although the magic circle is of divine level, the energy used is not divine level. It's great that you can hold on until now."

"Dongfang Xiu knows it himself. Does he still think he can safely survive the divine punishment thunder with just a magic array?"

"It is impossible to drive the magic circle even if we use god-level energy."

After this bolt of thunder fell, the following bolts of thunder did not fall directly.

Lin Li asked: "How many thunders have fallen?"

Mei Li, who had been paying attention to Dongfang Xiu, replied: "The one just now was the 54th heavenly thunder."

"54? It should be more than halfway through." Hillcart said with a relaxed look.

"Don't worry, he must have other preparations."

Just as Hillcart finished speaking, Dongfang Xiu took out a purple soft armor and put it on. A weapon also appeared in his hand, and then he cast a series of magic spells on himself. Suddenly, the light of various elements flashed on his body.

When he finished doing all this, the 55th thunderbolt fell.

Dongfang Xiu looked up at the sky thunder that was as thick as a giant pillar, and also sent out a lightning bolt, although it was much smaller in size.

However, the lightning released by Dongfang Xiu was also very powerful. After the two collided, the huge thunder was exploded into countless small lightning bolts.

The small lightning that fell on Dongfang Xiu was directly absorbed by the soft armor on his body.

Lin Li said: "Is this a strategy of attacking while waiting for defense, forcing the heavenly thunder to break into pieces and then destroy them one by one?"

Hillcart said, "Great, great. Lin Li, how about you come to my battlefield command post to command the army's battles?"

"Forget it. I know my own worth. That's not suitable for me."

Everyone focused their attention on Dongfang Xiu's thunder tribulation. Only Sambrilla stared at the thunder with lifeless eyes, recalling a long-lost memory.

……

It was in the ruins at night, and there was no life within a thousand miles. I was behind my father, and we had been standing like this for an entire night.

"Father? Do you really want to destroy yourself?" I couldn't help but ask again.

"What else? Turn this world into a world of the dead?"

"So what? This world has blessed you, which means it doesn't reject becoming a plane of the dead."

"Then how do you know this isn't his last chance to save himself?"

We were both silent for a while.

My father suddenly said, "Do you see that dry well? I grew up drinking water from this well. To the right of the well is Aunt Mana's bakery. Her breadsticks are famous because someone used her breadsticks to knock out a thief who had stolen something."

"The ruins on the left are Brown's home. He is about my age. When we were little, we agreed to be good brothers for life."

"To the right is Uncle Will's house. His daughter is so pretty. Brown and I even peeked at her bathing."

"Father, is this your former home?"

"Yes, I was born here. It used to be a bustling town. But it has become a dead place now, without any human habitation."

At this time, a ray of light appeared in the distant sky. My father turned sideways, stretched out his dry hand, pointed at the ray of light and said, "But the sun will still shine on this land, so there is still hope for life in this world."

“I want to keep this world alive.”

"Father...I will go with you."

My father shook his head at me and said, "In the long river of time, I saw a young man who could perfectly condense his soul. When you meet him, tell him the soul method I taught you, and you will get a chance to be reborn from him."

At this moment, a tear flowed from the father's dry eye socket, and the rising sun shone on it, flashing colorful light.

The dry fingers caught the tear, and the tear instantly turned into a colorful gem in the shape of a teardrop.

"Sambrilla, go and sleep in the plane of the dead. Take this tear of the dead. It will guide you in the future and help you find the boy."

"Father..." I called softly, and his body was slowly becoming transparent. I knew he was destroying his soul.

"Remember, don't touch any soul, even if it's just a fragment of a soul."

"Finally, I love you, my daughter."