Start from Fulilian

He used the body repair spell from the necromancy magic, not the goddess healing spell of the traditional priests and monks. There would be no green light, and it was very secretive.

It just hurts a little, as if countless ants are biting the wound.

"The dead have no need to know our names." The short demon said coldly, "We failed the mission assigned to us by that master, so we have no choice but to kill you evildoers with our own hands."

Ivan reasoned, "A mission? Let me guess... you demons encountered this dark dragon a long time ago and even took one of its horns. This time, you're using that broken horn to lure the dragon here, and maybe even destroy the Sword Village. Because the barrier around the Sword Village is impenetrable to the demons, that's why you came up with this plan, right?"

The tall demon took out his staff and said, "It's amazing that you can actually tell exactly what you are talking about. It seems that you are indeed an intelligent human. You must not be allowed to stay."

"Intelligent humans?"

The short demon's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pulled out a huge double-edged axe. "I love eating intelligent humans the most."

The situation was already tense. However, Ivan remained calm and composed, even leaning back against the Dark Dragon's corpse in a relaxed Ge You-style pose, like a king sitting on his throne.

"Why are you two so confident that you can kill me so easily?"

"Is this a bluff?" The tall demon sensed the magical information on Ivan, and could only say that he was like a candle in the wind, about to fall.

"No matter what strategy you use, it is useless in the face of absolute power. Go!"

The two demons launched a direct charge, and the exhausted adventurers couldn't hold out even for a moment, and scattered in all directions as if they had been hit by a truck.

But when they were about to rush in front of Ivan, the dark dragon corpse behind him suddenly swallowed them up like a swamp, so that the attacks of the two demons only hit the hard dragon scales, emitting some sparks.

Then, an even more horrifying scene appeared.

The headless dark dragon's body, which had fallen down, actually stood up shakily.

It even stretched out its front paws and took the head back!!!

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 18 I Don't Eat Beef

"Volamei, you're distracted again."

"Call me teacher."

Volame stretched out his cold hands and placed them on Fulilian's face, causing the elf girl, who was already afraid of the cold, to shrink her facial features into a ball.

"Yamedieyo." Fulilian protested dissatisfiedly, but what she got in return was Volame's ruthless kneading.

It seems like the more you resist, the more excited I become.

Fulilian was helpless. Violent resistance was definitely not an option. She didn't have the strength to do so at the moment. She could only mumble, "Are you worried about Ivan?"

Volame stopped what he was doing, and a hint of dejection flashed across his face.

Fulilian, taking advantage of the situation, continued to ask, "If you're worried, why don't you go find him?"

"Because Ivan already has the ability to make his own way in the world, I can't always protect him, otherwise it will limit his further progress."

"I don't understand." Fulilian tilted her head. "We only have one life. The prerequisite for growth is survival. If we lose our lives, no matter how many talents we have, they won't translate into actual growth."

"Huh? I didn't say I was worried about Ivan's life."

Volame responded, "It's Ivan's enemies who should be worried about their lives. I'm just worried that without my restraint, he might let himself go too far and become even less human. Never mind all that nonsense. At worst, I'll give him a personality-correcting punch if he goes completely astray. Right now, it feels more fun to rub your face, Fulilian."

Fulilian: “…”

I'm tired, let's just destroy the world.

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Many things are more useful dead than alive, especially in the hands of a necromancer.

After a rough modification by Ivan, the Dark Dragon's corpse had formed a fairly good cockpit in the center of the body. The seats were soft and comfortable, and the walls were protected by keels, making it very sturdy and safe.

Apart from the strong smell of blood, there are almost no disadvantages.

Ivan took out all the snow wolf corpses in the space ring, used some of them to replenish his own magic power, and used some of them to provide magic for the dark dragon's corpse.

Soon, the Zombie Dark Dragon's movements became smoother and smoother. It was no longer like the beginning where it could only passively take a beating, but could now launch a decent counterattack.

The blond captain also tried his best to command his teammates to cooperate with Ivan, and soon the two originally arrogant demons were defeated.

Ivan thinks that the name of this adventure team should be the "Gou" Adventure Team. Up to now, some have broken arms and legs, and some even have their scalps cut off, but no one has died. All members have been repeatedly observing on the border line of death, using the harassment tactics to the extreme.

Their cooperation with Ivan became more and more tacit. As the saying goes, the darkened one is three points stronger. The Dark Dragon in the zombie state should be considered darkened. Without the weakness of the reverse scale, plus the physical protection bonus of the zombie, it is completely a terrifying fighting machine.

With such teammates around, the blond captain became more and more confident as the fight went on. Taking advantage of a flaw revealed by the short demon, he stepped forward and chopped off her axe-wielding hand.

The tall demon also had his staff knocked down by Ivan's corpse dragon tail, and after the round-the-clock battles of the adventurers, their magic power was almost gone.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the two demons immediately raised their arms in surrender.

"I'm sorry, we were wrong. We won't do it again. Please spare our lives—"

As they spoke, tears of regret shed in their voices. "We were only following orders. We are both very peace-loving people, and we did bad things out of necessity. Please be kind and forgive us."

The heartfelt plea, coupled with the delicate appearance of tears in the eyes, can easily arouse people's sympathy.

But unfortunately, neither the adventurers nor Ivan were moved by the wonderful performance of the two demons, nor would they believe those lame excuses.

In their dictionary, only dead demons are good demons. Heaven created all things to nourish demons, and demons have nothing to repay Heaven. Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

"If you want to live, confess everything you know." Ivan immediately entered into an interrogation mode and asked, "Are there any accomplices nearby?"

"No, no, that person just asked us to come here on a whim. He didn't assign any other personnel."

"Who is this lord you're talking about? What's his purpose? How powerful is he? How many troops does he have?"

"I, I can't say..."

"You can't tell me anything?"

"I can't tell you anything."

"You're making it difficult for me to handle this..."

"Please, please, give us a way to live. As long as we can stay alive, she and I can do anything! Please..." The two demons cried even harder.

But everyone present knew that this was a deliberate act by the demons in order to survive.

But Master Ivan was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see women crying in front of him, so he temporarily made a bone rifle with the broken bones in the dark dragon's body. The snow wolf compressed it into magic bullets, which were transported through the dragon's body and embedded in the dark dragon's forelimbs.

Just in case, Ivan did not cancel the fusion with the Dark Dragon, but instead controlled the gun to point at the two demons.

"Although you haven't revealed any valuable information, I am extremely kind-hearted. Even if it's a demon, I'm willing to give it a chance."

Ivan's voice came out clearly from inside the corpse, "I hate crying and I love smiling, so as long as you two can show me a smile that satisfies me, you will be let go."

laugh?

The short demon only thought for a moment before he struggled to control his facial muscles and revealed a very twisted smile in front of the gun.

"It's not even close to Celia's smile. It's unacceptable."

After saying that, Ivan pulled the trigger and made a hole in her forehead.

The tall demon first recalled something in his mind, and then revealed an exceptionally charming and beautiful smile.

"To be fair, it's indeed much prettier than Seria's smile."

Just when the tall demon was looking delighted, thinking he could escape, Ivan said the second half of the sentence.

"But I won't allow any demon with a smile prettier than Ceria to exist in this world. That's unacceptable."

The trigger was pulled again, making a hole in the tall demon's head.

Although the demons had no talent for laughter, their bodies were still usable and were stored by Ivan in the space ring.

And there was an unexpected gain, that is, the short demon had a broken horn of the dark dragon on his body, which he glued to the corpse, and finally made a pair, which looked more powerful.

The scene that the Dark Dragon had been looking forward to when he was alive was finally created by Ivan after his death. I believe that when his spirit in heaven finds out, he will be extremely happy, right?

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 19: A Loving Father and a Filial Daughter

"Wuhu~Keep playing the music, keep dancing!"

The bonfire in the Sword Village was bright at night. To celebrate this thrilling and fruitful hunt, the adventurers and hunters who had just returned from the brink of death sang and danced, drank and ate meat beside the bonfire to vent their emotions.

Unexpectedly, the blond captain was also a street dance expert. He took a small round shield, placed it on the ground, and held it on his head. With a little force, he spun rapidly like a top, winning cheers.

Ivan naturally would not miss such an event where he could eat and drink for free. He picked up his plate and squatted down somewhere. While eating the rough food, he enjoyed the other people's singing, which was not very pleasant, and their dancing, which was not very good-looking, with a comfortable smile on his face.

Just as he was enjoying the beauty of this worldly life, a young and pretty girl came over with a bowl of soup. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ivan?"

"Yes, I am. You don't need to call me Mr., just call me Ivan."

"Well, that won't do. You're the one who saved my father's life. He was the hunter you met when you were dismantling the trap. I heard him talk about it and came here to express my gratitude. No, sorry, I haven't told you my name yet. My name is Martina, and I came to you specifically because..."

The girl spoke hurriedly, and even her words were somewhat incoherent, as if she wanted to say everything she wanted to say at once, but because of the large amount of information, the CPU's language module was stuck.

"S-Sorry, I'm so stupid, I can't even speak clearly..."

Seeing her frustrated expression, Ivan shifted his hips to make ample space. "It's okay. Sit down and talk slowly. We have plenty of time anyway. This isn't a pressing military situation. No one will blame you."

"Ouch..." Martina's pretty face, which still had some freckles on it, was already glowing red under the firelight, and now it was so embarrassed that it looked like blood.

Fortunately, she took a few deep breaths, and her emotions gradually calmed down despite the violent heaving of her chest.

"Thank you so much for saving my disappointing father. I also heard from him that if you hadn't participated in the hunt, there would have been heavy casualties. We definitely wouldn't be celebrating as happily as we are now. So thank you so much!"

The girl bowed her head earnestly, then handed over the bowl of soup in her hand. "This is a soup I made myself. I added many nourishing ingredients to it, and it also contains my heart. Please accept it!"

"Thank you." Ivan took it with both hands, took a look at it with the Reality System, and determined that it was non-toxic and highly nutritious, so he put it to his mouth with confidence.

Martina continued, "And I've already experimented with my father. He fainted from happiness after taking a sip, so you'll definitely like it—"

Ivan paused and took a sip of the soup.

He could remain calm even when his arm was torn off, but at this moment his expression suddenly changed. If it had not been identified as non-toxic, he would have suspected that Martina wanted to murder him!

"what about the taste?"

Martina looked at Ivan expectantly, her clear eyes shining with a bright light that made it impossible to hit her.

"The taste... is amazing."

It was indeed quite amazing. It was the first time he saw someone make a simple stew with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors complement each other, so... it was so delicious.

I feel like my brain is a little dizzy, as if I have fallen into a state of low blood pressure anesthesia.

Martina clapped her hands and said cheerfully, "In that case, you can finish your drink here. We still have some at home. I can get you another bowl after you finish."

"...Um, I think this bowl is enough. Besides, if you eat too much delicious food at once, the taste will no longer be so unique, so let's talk about having another bowl later, later."

"I see...it does sound reasonable!"

Martina did not doubt the truth in Ivan's words. Perhaps it was because she was well protected by her father, and she seemed a little dull in some aspects.

However, even after being fooled to this extent, Ivan's current situation is extremely difficult, and his brain is working faster than when he fought the Dark Dragon and the two demons.

In a trance, the bowl of soup in her hand had turned into life-chasing and soul-stealing water, and Martina had become a death-bringer under the command of the god of death.

I was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, Ivan finally found a way out. He faced her and pretended to drink the soup up in one gulp, but in fact he stored all the soup through the space ring.

"Yeah, very good."

Ivan returned the empty bowl.

"By the way, Martina, have you really tasted it? There's still room for improvement."

Martina's high spirits suddenly sagged. "I'm sorry, I lost my sense of taste due to a high fever when I was a child, so I can't taste the food myself."

"Oh, that's a shame. But you can go to other chefs and learn how to cook, especially the seasonings. I believe that if you learn them carefully, the food you cook will be even more delicious."

"Yes! There is such a method! Thank you very much for your reminder, Mr. Ivan." Martina was like a single-threaded creature. She immediately put aside her negative emotions and began to look forward to her future career as a chef.

"I told you not to bother calling me sir, just call me Ivan."

Just as Martina was about to change the subject, a female mage from the adventurer team suddenly squeezed in and sat down on the other side of Ivan.

It seemed that she had no strength due to the alcohol, and she leaned against him intentionally or unintentionally. The soft marshmallow kept rubbing against her arm, and her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion, like a cunning fox.

"Handsome Ivan~ I was wondering why our hero wasn't having fun by the bonfire, but he was actually in the corner flirting with a little girl."

"It's not a love story! Mr. Ivan and I don't have that kind of relationship..."

Martina, who had finally been able to speak normally, was suddenly thrown back to her original state. She began to stutter and her face turned red with shyness.

"I remembered my father was still lying on the ground. I have to go back first!"