"Who stipulates that necromancers must be cold-blooded and ruthless?" Mextia asked the priest of light who was surrounding him.
"For example, I like to respect other people's opinions very much." Mercestia showed a bright smile: "Do you want to become the corpse driven by me?"
A group of light priests took a step back, and then all kinds of spells were blasted on Mextia's body.
"I knew you would refuse, so I decided to promise you that I will not enslave your corpses, so please let me enslave your souls!"
Mextia put away her bright smile, waved the elder staff, and a large number of skeletons emerged from the ground. The bones of those skeletons were as crystal clear as white jade, and the spells of the light priests did not cause any harm to them.
"Let this world feel crazy!" Noxtia yelled.
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"Mekestia, we meet again." The man with the most beautiful face in the world, like an angel, greeted softly.
He stretched out a hand as delicate as white jade towards the necromancer who was despised by everyone. Lucas seemed to have forgotten his identity as the Son of Light, and also the identity of the man in front of him as a necromancer.
"The dirty necromancer is not worthy of holding the savior's hand. Of course, I prefer you to lie in my arms."
"I think so too, then please lie in my arms."
Mextia and Moxtia smiled at each other, and then started a fierce battle. They both wanted to see the other side lying in their arms.
"Good night, my love." The two of them were seriously injured and closed their eyes at the same time, hugging each other and falling to the ground.
"Now you are mine forever."
The last moment of consciousness before the two fainted.
Intention: No matter what class you are, love cannot be affected.