After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Click.

Hearing the sound of the cellar door automatically locking behind her, Lilia couldn't suppress the smile on her lips as her body, which was walking ahead, was gradually obscured by the pitch-black underground darkness.

She desperately needs a human sacrifice.

To be precise, it was the body of a young man.

Without a doubt, the down-on-his-luck, unwanted young warlock was one of her best choices.

"With a fool like him offering himself up, my 'corpse-creating technique' should be completed smoothly."

The girl was incredibly excited.

As a true foreign sorcerer, she used all her connections and spent a fortune to infiltrate the Imperial Corpse Storage, sparing no expense to obtain the Wind Sword Maiden's coffin and corpse. Her aim was to use her newly developed "corpse-making technique" to turn her into a walking corpse, thereby enhancing her own combat power.

However, the requirements for successfully completing this task are extremely demanding.

One is the practice of human sacrifice, which violates human ethics; the other is the complex and obscure spirit possession ritual.

Of course, during the process of sacrificing a living person, the person being sacrificed must not be allowed to have any doubts or resistance, and must not be allowed to escape the scope of the ritual array!

Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain.

That's why Lilia tricked An Xiao into coming here step by step after selecting her target, intending to sacrifice him directly.

As for believing in his "resurrection magic" and such...

"Heh heh heh... He's just out of his mind. What era is this? My 'Corpse Puppet Manipulation Technique' takes so many steps to barely activate, and the success rate is less than 20-30%. Yet he claims he can directly 'revive' Wind Sword Princess?? It's absolutely hilarious..."

Lilia didn't take his nonsense seriously at all; she was just playing along with his act.

Now, as long as we successfully bring him to the center of the barrier and start the ritual, everything will be accomplished.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and unconsciously quickened her pace towards the underground.

"Lilia, it's so dark here."

An Xiaoxin sensed something and followed her forward.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to turn on the wall lamp." The girl's tone was unusually cold.

As she spoke, she waved her small hand, and immediately, ethereal and eerie "whoosh" sounds came from both sides of the cellar.

Two rows of candles embedded in the wall lit up one after another, emitting a cold, opaque blue light.

"Is this magic?" An Xiao nodded slightly.

This was the first time he had witnessed a spell being cast right before his eyes.

Although lighting a candle remotely is hardly a profound spell, at most a trick, he was certain that the principle was to guide the magical particles in the human body to the candle's flame and then ignite it, thus achieving such an effect.

Therefore, he became even more curious about her true situation.

The girl paused in the narrow, dark space ahead, turned around, and smiled:

"Big brother, I've placed my sister's coffin in a perfect spot and even reserved a special space for you to cast spells. All you need to do is stand there, and I'll open the coffin lid so you can inspect it as you please."

"Um."

An Xiao found it increasingly strange as she listened, and nodded without making a sound.

In his eyes, Lilia's smile carried an indescribable sense of anticipation, a subtle and distorted feeling that further confirmed his suspicions.

While others are like lambs to the slaughter, he feels as if the roles have been reversed.

But since we're already here, how can we not see the beautiful image of the Wind Sword Maiden in person, and not test our resurrection magic ourselves?

A moment later, the two, each with their own thoughts, arrived at the bottom of the cellar.

Upon reaching the end, An Xiao discovered that it was a closed space of less than forty square meters, which felt very oppressive, with a low ceiling, symmetrical grottoes, and mysterious and obscure magical patterns carved on the floor.

In the very center of the field of vision, a precious and ancient coffin was placed quietly, and it looked like it contained the body of the Wind Sword Maiden.

Lilia stepped into the array ring first and gestured for him to come over:

"Big brother, just stand here for a bit, I'll come over and cheer you on."

She beckoned with her delicate, fair hand, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a gentle smile.

An Xiao paused, glanced at the dress she was wearing, and said:

"May I ask, what is your current profession?"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, the girl felt a slight chill, but immediately replied in a harmless manner, "I am a Holy Healer, but unfortunately my magic has no effect on the deceased... so I have no choice but to seek some paths outside of common knowledge."

She reacted quickly, and her answer was flawless.

"A healer?"

An Xiao pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

The main reason for asking this question was to confirm whether Lilia's profession was actually the one I had assigned to her.

If I remember correctly, there is no such profession as "Holy Healer" on this continent. In the original setting, it was "White Mage", which is what people often call "Holy Priest".

A priest can heal the spirit and mend wounds, but requires an extremely high level of purity of heart. Usually, only very large guilds or royal families can afford to hire one, which is also quite suitable for Lilia's special status.

But now, her answer contradicted the standards in his mind, which made him even more puzzled.

With questions in mind, he stepped into the great formation.

Lilia stood obediently to the side, watching his steps get closer and closer to the array's core. Her vigilance gradually subsided, and a sinister smile crept onto her lips.

She simply waved her hand lightly in the shadows—

A fragrant breeze wafted from her skirt sleeves, effortlessly lifting the lid of the coffin to reveal a beautiful body lying peacefully on an ice pillow.

"this……"

An Xiao's pupils constricted as she witnessed up close yet another key figure she had personally worked with.

This feeling was so subtle that it made him stand still and carefully admire this masterpiece in its absolute sense.

—"Wind Sword Maiden" Xinuo, with golden hair, blue eyes, snow-white skin, exquisite features, and unparalleled beauty. She can be said to be the object of secret love and admiration for countless nobles and commoners of the empire day and night.

From a young age, she displayed astonishing talent in swordsmanship, her brilliance was impeccable. Upon reaching adulthood, she created the "Elemental Sword" system, a dual cultivation system of magic and martial arts, and successively defeated several renowned swordsmen in the empire. From then on, she caught the attention of the future king and was given important responsibilities.

But just as she accumulated countless military achievements and her reputation grew ever more illustrious, she was tragically killed by villains in this underground city...

This was something An Xiao never expected.

After all, he never set it up that way.

A game writer with a sound mind wouldn't inexplicably let the most crucial female lead die suddenly.

Something's not right.

Looking at the beautiful figure lying there with her eyes closed, clad in light silver armor, An Xiao raised her hand slightly with a solemn expression, intending to do something for her.

He was now almost certain that many things on this continent deviated from his impressions. Although the general outline remained the same, there were many suspicious details.

It looks like someone has tampered with it.

He plans to try his "super skills" and obtain as much valuable information as possible.

Do it when you think of it.

"Aledesdina, goddess of death who governs souls, hear my call and grant me the power of new life—let my soul return..."

Just as he was concentrating intently, preparing to exhaust all his magical power to chant the spell, Lilia, lurking in the shadows, seemed to have witnessed a colossal joke, secretly sneering and shaking her head repeatedly:

"Is this guy mentally unstable? He seems to genuinely believe he can resurrect corpses."

"...But it's really rare to encounter a fool of this caliber. If it were someone smarter, they might not be so easy to fool."

She pulled a short magic wand from under her skirt, silently pointing the end with the high-level emerald magic gem embedded in it at An Xiao, and began to chant a sacrifice incantation.

As time passed, An Xiao suddenly felt her body become weak for some reason, somewhat like a side effect of overusing magic.

Unfortunately, all his attention was focused on the corpse of the Wind Sword Maiden in front of him, and he had no spare energy to pay attention to Lilia's spellcasting not far away, so he could not react to these anomalies immediately.

But it doesn't matter.

He was well aware that at this stage, he could only use the resurrection spell once, and once it started, he could not stop, otherwise he would waste a day or even several days to recover his meager magic power.

He didn't care what Lilia was doing; all he knew was that to break the deadlock, he had only one path to take, and no other choice.

That is to successfully revive the Wind Sword Maiden.

...

The scene inside began to become increasingly bizarre—

An Xiao focused intently on chanting to the corpse in the coffin, while Lilia in the shadows continued to cast spells on him.

"I'm sorry, big brother, but I will make good use of your soul and transform you into a super powerful corpse puppet. I'm sure you won't mind, right? That's much better than your current useless body... After all, some people are better off dead than alive, don't you think?"

As the sacrificial spell reached its final incantation, Lilia's expression became increasingly morbid, her mouth stretching into an exaggerated, jack-o'-lantern-like grin.

As for An Xiao, at the very last moment before her soul was about to leave her body, she methodically and steadily completed the "Resurrection of Humans LV:1" spell.

Not a single step was wrong.

"Arise, my first creation."

With a gentle tap of his old cane, the magic circle beneath his feet suddenly expanded outwards from him, forming an extremely dazzling deep purple ring!

At the same time, the figure inside the coffin trembled violently.

Accompanied by the faint glow of fluorescent light emanating from her delicate body,

Xinuo, whose body temperature had long since dropped to zero,

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

……

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