In the howling north wind, the clock's hand slowly pointed to the direction of twelve o'clock.

Amid everyone's expectations, the New Year's bell rang quietly.

"Enemy attack!"

"Break the city!"

The city defense, which was originally closely guarded, was now empty, and replaced by a large number of dead minds.

"The one who thinks dead, the one who thinks dead has entered the city?" Wei Yan, who had just left Song Yanxin's office, changed his expression, and seemed to be unable to accept this reality.

Compared to ordinary magicians, he knows better what it means to enter the city by the dead man.

The magic cannon camp that had moved to the city for the sake of attack was probably occupied by the Death Memorialist.

It can kill them before they can warn them...

Wei Yan's body trembled slightly as he looked at the fireworks floating around.

"Is it possible that he is a king-level dead minder?"

That is the level above the curse witch, also known as the King of the Lord of the Curse.

However, there is an unknown name for the king level.

That is, committing sins.

Any remaining crime will be executed.

A witch can master the realm, while a witch can master the human heart.

But the imagined disaster did not come immediately, people just fled in panic, called for help, and then died.

Everything is being carried out in an orderly manner according to the scheduled procedures.

"Liuru, Wei Fei! Are you okay?" Wei Yan hurried to the dormitory, but what he saw was a ruin.

Two third-level magicians at the level of the chantress were gnawing at the remains of the students while looking up at Wei Yan.

This was an experience I had never had before. Wei Yan felt that his whole body was covered by the breath of death. A sense of oppression about to die bound Wei Yan, making him unable to move.

This is obviously not something that two third-level magicians can do.

Wei Yan turned around with difficulty and saw Kamila smiling like a flower.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon. It's so touching."

"You, you are..."

Wei Yan wanted to ask something intermittently, but he couldn't speak.

Kamila's spell power tied his neck and made him unable to breathe.

Only then did he truly understand the meaning of Camilla's so-called "to kill him the first person who died in Lin'an City".

If it weren't for Wei Zixu's sister, the first person Wei Yan saw to death should have been Kamila.

The huge gap between the witch and the magician cannot be forced to be smoothed out by small means.

Kamila suffered two losses from intelligence before, but this time, she would not give Wei Yan another chance.

"Before touching my person, should you say hello to me?" Kamila's alienated right claw suddenly exploded, and a familiar cold voice slowly came from behind.

"Song Yanxin?" Kamila looked at Song Yanxin who suddenly appeared in surprise, and smiled mockingly: "Without the spell cannon and the help of the spell witch, how dare you appear without my injury?"

The implication is very obvious. Song Yanxin was able to rescue Wei Yan from her last time because of the spell cannon and her injuries.

No matter how strong a seventh-level magician is, he is not a match for the witch.

This is the eternal truth in the world of spells.

Song Yanxin nodded, her face calmed down: "Indeed, the level of the seventh-level magician alone is not enough to fight against you, the little witch."

"Then I just need to advance."

As Kamila looked at him as if he was a ghost, the curse power around Song Yanxin instantly increased several times, reaching the level of a curse witch.

"You, it turns out..."

"I've touched the edge of the witch for a long time, but I just don't have the courage to break through."

"After all, the life span of a curse is only 60 years." Song Yanxin looked at Kamila calmly, as if she was a little regretful.

"Even if you advance to the curse witch, you are just a newcomer. You may not be my opponent at the same level. You who just advanced to the witch have no territory..."

Before Camilla could finish her words, she was stunned.

Her field was forcibly closed.

"Although I haven't had time to get familiar with my own field, it's okay to stop you from using it." Song Yanxin said lightly, as if she didn't take Camilla seriously at all.

"I will take Wei Yan away and help me tell you the person behind you that I will come back."

"You are so confident that you can beat me?"

"I have magic weapons." Song Yanxin looked at Kamila coldly and gently picked up Wei Yan.

"Let's go, Lin'an can no longer hold on."

"I'm going to find someone!" Wei Yan tried to break free from Song Yanxin's hand and struggled desperately.

"You can't save everyone, so you have to learn to accept parting." Song Yanxin pointed to the pile of ruins behind her, and her face was calm:

"If they are still alive, they will leave Lin'an with the fleeing team. They have all seen blood and their survival probability should be greater than that of ordinary people."

Wei Yan's expression was slightly slower and he nodded.

"On the contrary, if they are not dead, or are killed by the Death Thought, then it doesn't make sense for you to stay here."

Wei Yan glared at Song Yanxin fiercely and nodded heavily.

"With me here, you don't have to rush to leave. Take this opportunity to experience what despair is."

"despair?"

"The power of the mantra comes from the heart. Is there any time when the mantra is more abundant than now?" Song Yanxin opened her arms and greedily breathed the air filled with panic and death, a little intoxicated.

Wei Yan focused slightly and looked into the distance.

The huge Lin'an City was full of fire, and both the nobles in the upper city and the untouchables in the lower city were equal at this moment.

Death is equal to everyone.

No matter what status or power you have during your lifetime, you will lose all meaning in the moment of death.

Just like Chen Xi who died shortly after he died, the deaths of Lord Zhao and Boss Chen are not nobler than him.

People are born equal, but some people divide the level for the sake of exploitation.

In the face of death, they are finally one.

This was the first time Wei Yan felt death so clearly and saw the destruction of a city so clearly.

With the interweaving of light and shadow, Wei Yan turned back to Song Yanxin, with a firm look: "I want to drive out the thoughts of death without leaving any."

"You are not strong enough now."

Song Yanxin looked at Wei Yan with a little pity and pointed it lightly on his forehead:

"But I can give you another possibility, you have the talent in this area, but you never realize it."

The moment Song Yanxin touched Wei Yan's forehead, he felt countless spells and spiritual techniques appear in his mind.

"This is the legendary initiation?"

"What kind of initiation?" Song Yanxin looked at Wei Yan with some confusion: "This is a necessary process for every mantra spirit master. Only by instantly mastering these mantra spirit methods in a short period of time can you have the talent to become a mantra spirit master."

"Are you sure it is, how many?" Wei Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he saw thousands of spells and spiritual techniques.

"It seems that you have instilled too much in you, and it's not a big problem. It depends on how much you can learn." Song Yanxin showed a cunning smile, which seemed extremely inconsistent in this destructive city.

Wei Yan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and countless principles and structures of mantras flashed in front of his eyes.

He suppressed his inner joy and looked at Lin'an, who was heading towards death.

Then slowly raise your hand.

Difficult curse spiritual method. Soul requiem curse

In Song Yanxin's surprised gaze, Wei Yan successfully completed this difficult-level spell technique that was close to the upper limit of the magician's use.

Although the Requiem is not aggressive, its complexity is among the most difficult-level mantras and spiritual techniques.

Wei Yan is undoubtedly the level of genius in this regard.

Just a little worse than Song Yanxin.

The wails and whistles of countless dead people were replaced by the Requiem curse at this moment.

As the name suggests, the Requiem Curse is a magic method that forces the deceased to return to heaven and his soul is scattered.

The moment Wei Yan finished casting the Requiem spell, his spell level instantly broke through the third level, and Wei Yan also transformed from a spell master into a spell spirit master.

Wei Yan looked at the sky quietly, forcing himself not to think about the safety of Wen Liuru and Wei Fei and others.

At this moment, there were more important things that were bothering him.

"I'm going to live two years less."

(End of Volume 2)
Chapter completed!