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BANG!
As flesh and blood exploded, the death energy dissipated and faded away.
A Skeleton slowly rose in the moonlight. Its bones were slender and long, its joints appearing exceptionally flexible, and its entire form exuded an innate sense of lightness and agility.
Under the hazy moonlight, the skeletal frame gleamed with a faint, ivory-colored luster, giving it a strange, inexplicable beauty.
Most importantly, two clusters of eerie green Soul Fire burned quietly deep within its eye sockets. Though not particularly vigorous, Soul Fire was Soul Fire—a symbol of intelligence and potential.
"It worked! Haha!" Lynch laughed heartily, exclaiming with excitement, "Thank you for your blessing, Nether God."
Most Necromancers were believers of the Nether God. Of course, Lynch was merely a pseudo-believer. It was just that his luck had been good recently, creating several Soul Fire Skeletons in a row, which couldn't help but give him a false impression.
