Chapter 517 Necromancer
“Cemetery?”
Fang Heng stuck his head out of the car window.
Looking at the cemetery that was covered by a thick layer of fog, Fang Heng was puzzled.
Rather than calling it a cemetery, it looked more like a mass grave.
On both sides of the path, there were tombstones all over the place.
“We’re almost there, Fang Heng.”
In the middle of the cemetery area, there was a medieval-style building.
The entire building was shrouded in a thick white fog, making it impossible to see the entire building clearly. Mo YunXiao parked his car in the parking lot behind the building. “The Necromancer Association never participated in the disputes between various factions. They gave the promise of a permanent third party. Later on, after some matters, the Federation finally allowed them to build the hall of the dead here after secretly competing with various stakeholders.”
“The Federation also participated in a small portion of the management.”
After getting off the car, Mo Yunxiao introduced the place to Fang Heng.
The two of them arrived at the front door, and Mo Yunxiao rang the doorbell.
“The Federation had already secretly registered our information when we entered the cemetery area.”
Soon, the front door opened, and an attendant wearing a gray robe nodded at the two of them.
“Mr. Mo, young traveler, welcome to our abode.”
The attendant looked as thin as skin and bones, holding a candlestick in his hand.
As he spoke, he turned to the side and extended his hand to welcome the two of them.
Facing the door was a straight passage. There were no windows or lights in the entire passage.
The light seemed to be unable to shine in from the outside world.
The dim yellow light emitted by the candle in the attendant’s hand illuminated the passage.
“Please follow me.”
Fang Heng looked at Mo Yunxiao and strode into the passage. As he followed the attendant forward, Fang Heng noticed that on both sides of the wide pathway were large sculptures of strange shapes.
For a moment, Fang Heng even felt that he had come to a museum of sculptures of strange beasts.
Fang Heng looked at them curiously. Were they gargoyles? In his memory, Fang Heng had read about gargoyles in occult books.
After walking for a full five minutes, a tall iron door appeared in front of him.
The moment he saw the door, Fang Heng’s heart skipped a beat.
It was similar to the door he saw when he entered the game through the imprint!
The difference was that the patterns engraved on the door frame were not the same.
And the door here was especially huge.
It was more than two stories high.
The attendant walked forward and pushed open the hall door.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind the door.
In the hall, a giant-sized crystal platform cut the circular hall into a ring.
People gathered in groups of two or three in the hall, discussing something. On the left side were chairs for people to rest and chat, and on the right side were rows of counters for handling affairs.
“This is the hall of the dead. Usually, only scholars who study necromancy can enter here. They usually register here, trade some materials, or have academic exchanges with their peers, sell intelligence, share missions, and so on.”
Hall of the dead?
Fang Heng was stunned.
He had never thought that there was such a place in this world.
“Uncle Mo, are you also a necromancer?”
The attendant looked at Fang Heng and explained, “Mr. Mo is our honorary teacher.”
Fang Heng’s eyelids twitched.
“Mr. Mo, Mr. Dickey is waiting for you in the VIP room. I’ll take you there first.”
The attendant guided the two of them through a passage at the back of the hall of the dead.
After climbing the long stairs and passing through the long pathway, the three of them came to a door.
“Please, I’ll wait for you at the door.”
“Thank you.”
Mo Yunxiao was the first to push the door open and enter.
In the VIP room, a middle-aged man in a suit was sitting behind the workbench.
He immediately stood up to welcome Mo Yunxiao.
“Boss Mo, it’s been a while.” Dickey smiled warmly and nodded at Mo Yunxiao. “May you have eternal peace.”
“Thank you.”
Mo Yunxiao introduced Fang Heng to Dickey. “A junior of mine has encountered a small problem. He came here specifically to ask for your help in necromancy.”
“You’re too polite. We’re old friends. I’ve always been blessed by Old Mr. Mo. I’ll definitely do my best.”
“In fact, it’s about the resurrection of the dead.”
Mo Yunxiao brought Fang Heng to sit on the sofa.
He slowly recounted what he had heard from Fang Heng.
Listening to Mo Yunxiao’s complete narration, Dickey smiled. “You’ve come to the right person. In terms of controlling souls, we necromancers have a lot of experience.”
“The basic science of the necromancy system is the soul summoning skill that can summon the broken souls of the dead. By guiding the souls back into the dead, the dead will be resurrected and become a basic warrior.”
“However…”
Dickey paused and slowly looked at Fang Heng. “However, the soul summoning skill has a huge flaw.”
“What flaw?”
“The first flaw is the preparation time and the effect duration. The initial preparation for summoning a specific soul is very complicated, and the effect duration after success is very short.”
“The second flaw is the memories. The souls that are forcefully summoned back are not complete. They will lose most of the memories from their previous lives, and most of them will leave behind some instincts, such as battle memories that have been tempered over and over again, or some obsessions before they die.”
“In addition, if their souls are corroded, there will be many adverse reactions after being summoned into their bodies.”
Fang Heng frowned.
“Adverse reactions? Such as?”
“Many, the most common, uncontrollable killings. There are even cases where normal souls have already been obliterated, and there’s no way to complete the summoning…”
Fang Heng lowered his head in thought.
The mission given by the King of Gods’ game only stated that Hila had to be resurrected.
As for whether there were any memories from the previous life, soul corrosion, and adverse reactions after the resurrection, these were not important. “Another point, the stronger the soul is before death, the harder it is to summon it. You have to consider this point in advance if you want to complete the soul summoning skill in the King of Gods’ game.”
Troublesome soul summoning skill.
Just listening to it made Fang Heng’s head ache.
Fang Heng muttered softly, “I didn’t expect it to be so complicated.”
“Maybe. To the believers of death, death means eternal peace. Disturbing the peace of the dead is not a moral thing.”
Eternal? Peace?
Fang Heng lowered his head in thought.
The next moment, a game message appeared in Fang Heng’s vision.
(Hint: Based on basic occult, you have mastered some knowledge from your conversation with Dickey. Your necromancy talent has increased by 0.05.]
(Hint: Your necromancy talent: 83.25 (one in ten thousand). You have a unique talent for practicing necromancy.]
Eh? His necromancy talent was so high?
Fang Heng was stunned.
On second thought, it seemed to make sense.
He had an initial S-level skill: Zombie clone.
Perhaps zombie clone and necromancy were somewhat related.
