I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Sang Ni remembers that it was his sixth year in the Dark Vatican.

The second main hall is located in a wasteland to the southwest of the Shia Empire. The surrounding yellow sand is full of grass and grass. Cardinal Lehmand is a maverick experimenter and a house of fear and death. Apart from asking for experimental resources, there is no harmony at all. Contact the main hall of other sub-halls.

In the main hall, apart from corpses and puppets who have no intelligence, and Sannyis, which is used as a spare body, there are no other living creatures. Throw the dead objects out of the bunker when they are used up.

Thanks to his non-environmentally aware behavior, Sang Ni was able to collect so many undead creatures.

Of course, Sang Ni has seen a person who got off his experimental platform completely in recent years.

Sang Ni didn't know her name, but the one who was brought with her was Wei En. Sehir's body.

It was sent by the vice-bishop of the third main hall.

"I want to implore you to exchange the blood in her body for me." She knelt on the ground holding the uncorrupted corpse: "No matter what the price is."

Dolin, the deputy bishop of the third main hall, explained that the girl wanted to join the Dark Church to avenge her dead friend. Although she has no rank, her friend is a witch, so she hopes to exchange the power in her blood. In the body.

Witches are a very special kind of wizards. Thousands of years ago, there were several groups of witches, each with a special power.

Seeing the future is the eye of prophecy, the real hand that can detect lies, the language that can communicate with all things... Every ethnic group is different, and there is a special ethnic group whose power is hated by the world.

They can recall the undead, even if this person has been reincarnated, they can also find a new person through the soul brand.

If you were a king in your previous life, you are just a **** in this life. If you murdered like a numb in your previous life, you are ignorant and ignorant in this life.

So which one is you?

Although the witches have tried their best to avoid the sight of the world, there are still people who want to know the past and present of themselves or others for various reasons.

Finally, after several events with serious consequences, the Empire, the Federation, and the Holy See of Light began to capture witches on a large scale, even regardless of their ethnic group.

Some witches came to the Dark Church in order not to be imprisoned for life, while some were hidden in the world.

But the world will not let them off because of the hiding of witches, regardless of whether they join the Dark Church or not, they are all called, fallen witches.

Until now, the blood of the fallen witch is almost severed, and it will only appear once when the blood is returned to the ancestors in an individual.

"The blood of the fallen witch?" Lehmand ignored what she said, excited by himself: "It's rare to see it, but it's a pity that the transformation time has passed..."

She shuddered and repeated firmly: "I want to change her blood to me, please help me."

Lehman finally glanced at her: "Your thoughts are quite interesting."

Blood exchange experiments have existed for a long time, but the success rate is very low, and even if it succeeds, people who have no rank or rank not worthy of the bloodline ability will have their lifespan shortened by at least half due to the law of equivalent exchange.

"The blood of the fallen witch...I haven't tried it yet." Redman's yellow eyes rolled around her: "I hope you can survive the exchange."

After speaking, he didn't care if the people in the third main hall hadn't left yet, so he strode back to his laboratory and got ready.

Dolin knew Redman's temper a long time ago, so he left her here.

Sang Ni sneaked up to her while no one was paying attention: "You think about it. The success rate of blood exchange is inherently low. Redman won't do this experiment well. He even hopes that you will become his puppet after you die. And you have to live for revenge to have a chance."

"You don't understand." She looked at the body in her arms hollowly: "I'm just a civilian."

No power, no rank, no status, just a dust that can be swept away at will.

Sang Ni didn't watch the transformation process, she just heard a few screams from outside at the beginning, and then she fell silent.

To be precise, it was a dead silence.

But the final result made Redman very regretful. She survived well and inherited the special power of the witch in its entirety. Perhaps due to the fusion of blood, her appearance has also undergone some changes.

She said to Sang Ni, "Thank you for your reminder, but I have no choice."

Sang Ni dealt with all kinds of **** corpses that died strangely all the year round. He has long been accustomed to the things that ordinary people fear, but looking at the face that resembles her but not so much, he just feels cold all over: "What are you now? Who?"

"This is Wayne. Shehir." She said, "I will call this name in the future."

Who is dead and who is still alive?

"I know what you are wondering about." She said again, "I think it makes no difference."

"Whoever lives, the only reason to live is to make those who kill us pay the price."

Sang Ni finished recalling, skipping the content about herself and recounting it roughly.

She hesitated for a moment, and still said: "She did really...extreme, but after all, we are all natural ranks or special races."

Although people are always happy with contentment, if there is a choice, who doesn't want to be a small official?

Sarros felt wrong: "I won't trust this person."

Sang Ni nodded and said that he fully understood his thoughts: "I'm just going to confirm her thoughts. After all, she is forced to join the Dark Vatican."

"How many are willing to do?" Erivier also objected: "Let's not talk about others, just Xitam. He was not plundered to the Dark Church back then, now?"

The scenery is endless, and the first cardinal is optimistic about him.

"I think not everyone is like you..." At this point, Long paused, and finally said: "Whatever."

The reason why black magic is controversial is because of its extraordinary lethality. Necromancers are even more in control of the forbidden technique that enslaves the soul and almost revives the dead.

A powerful force is the easiest to confuse people to do whatever they want and lose the bottom line.

Sang Ni herself, isn't she also raising a dragon against the rules.

"Can this work?" She tried to discuss: "You will wait for me for a few days, I will go to her to talk alone."

"No!" Long and Tharos spoke almost at the same time, and the two glared at each other. In the end, it was because Sang Ni, who was sitting in the middle, didn't move any more.

"It's not true." Eriweier reacted a little bit slowly, but the point of view was the same: "I have an impression of Sehir. I don't think you can convince her."

"You have to let me try." Sang Ni looked at them helplessly: "I admit that I have lost my vigilance a bit recently, but it doesn't mean that I have no judgment at all, and if I am not more than 50% sure, I I won't propose this candidate either."

"You are more than 50% sure?" Sarros doubted: "Are you still unspeakable?"

Well, they are all acquaintances.

"I didn't say it a bit." She was vague: "But it's someone else's privacy, I heard about it accidentally."

"Although it is very unkind to inquire about a lady's privacy." Sarros said seriously: "But this is a special case."

Sang Ni sighed: "Sehir and her dead friend were both civilians and family members. That friend had an ambiguous relationship with the city lord and was about to get engaged, until she suddenly awakened the blood of the fallen witch.

At first, the city lord helped her to hide it, but later, in order to marry a noble lady with a higher status, he immediately turned his face and killed both of them. The reason for reporting to the Holy See of Light was particularly good to ensure that the blood of the fallen witch was not. Reappeared-the Holy See of Light didn't know how to operate it, and even commended it.

Sehir was lucky enough to avoid the silence, but could only escape with her friend's body. "

The scumbag deceives the marriage, kills the family tragedy, and has no way of revenge.

If this is not too tragic...

"I can't hate her, because I really can't do better than her." Sang Ni said at last.

"No matter what, it's not the reason for her to help him in the Dark Vatican." Erie Weier said coldly.

"She just lacks an opportunity." Sang Ni insisted.

Elevier was silent.

The prerequisite for resistance is strength, and the only one who has the strength to kill the bishop and escape is Sannyis, and he has been preparing for this for a full ten years.

"If you think this is correct, just do it." It was Long who agreed first: "I don't have a better idea anyway."

"What about you?" Sanny turned to Tharos and Erivier.

"Seconded."

"It's up to you."

"Your attitude of breaking the jar makes me feel very frustrated, am I so unconvincing?" Sang Ni pretended to be sad and held his forehead.

Elevier stood up, walked to one of the bedrooms, and said as he walked, "When did you have this kind of thing?"

She and Sang Ni have known each other the longest. Although Sang Ni seems to be a good talker, no one can stop what she wants to do.

"When are you going?" Sarros asked.

Sang Ni thought for a while: "Let's do it now."

"That's fine, I'll go to the tavern in the east of the city to have two drinks, when you come back, call me." Sarros was about to leave after finishing his words.

He knew that Sang Ni's strength was not a problem, and there would be no consequences even if he didn't agree.

The author has something to say:

Odecamilo Continental International Law: Dragons are intelligent creatures and friendly citizens of the Dragon Empire. Those who raise dragons privately will be sentenced to more than 50 years in prison.

Sang Ni: "...Dragon, or you should raise me."

Everyday! Come on, let me take it!