They all call me an evil god Vol. 1 [MTL]

Ch 28

Chapter 28 

Alana sits on the bedroom rug and takes out the usual transcendent materials she had purchased before.

"Iris-like roots, Bonaken's teeth, whale bones, rose rocks...... Missing one, the tail feathers of the immortal bird.

"How do you fix that?" Belinda tentatively persuaded, "Why don't you stop here today, and then try it after going to the transcendent store in two days to buy materials?"

She somewhat didn't understand Alana's "sense of urgency."

In her opinion, Alanna had just joined the Night Watchman at the age of eighteen, and her career path was one of the most scarce necromancers. This means that any person in a position will have extra patience and preferential treatment for her.

If it were her, she would definitely enjoy the improved life, and if she could sleep eight hours a night, it would not be a minute.

Alana didn't respond, and her cheeks sank into memory. The footage of going to the store to buy the transcendent item was played frame by frame, and the picture that I was looking for was quickly captured.

Tail feathers of an immortal bird - 1 gold pound per serving.

So expensive?! Is the immortal bird gold-plated?

"Forget it," she decisively gave up the material, "anyway, the god of the dead has fallen, so don't care about these details."

Belinda couldn't help but laugh.

Where is this detail? It is clearly a law that has been explored by countless predecessors and transcendents. For example, to solve a math problem, you need to solve the first step before you can have the second step. How can you say that you can skip a step?

And, as a future necromancer, is Alana's attitude towards the god of the dead too casual?

Alanna, unaware of Belinda's slander, sat down on her knees and began to chant.

"The miracle that connects the kingdom of God and the earth, the faith of all the departed, the Lord of the Frost Holy City, the leader of creation, the great god of the dead, please allow me to enter the spiritual realm!"

She folded her hands together and began to seal.

Because she had not seen the necromancer seal with her own eyes, her movements were not smooth or skillful, but she did the movements recorded on the pages of the book one by one.

When the action was completed, she fell like a pebble into the calm surface of the lake. A subtle but non-negligible energy rippled around her.

As the light and shadow flickered, Alana's figure melted into the air.

Belinda froze in the empty room for a few seconds, and couldn't help but call softly.

"Alana?"

Of course, she didn't get any response, and muttered for a while, "Is this okay?" 

It seems that what was written in the newspaper was true, Alanna was indeed a highly gifted necromancer.

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On the other side, Alana opens her eyes.

It's still her room, it's still the street, but everything seems to be shaded gray. The tumbling clouds in the sky were gone, the stars were gone, and only a blood moon hung high in the sky.

The crackling sound of burning wood was gone, and the world was so quiet that one doubted hearing. Belinda's ghost dissipated, and the children and Bu Bai in the room were gone.

As far as the eye can see, it is all desolate.

It turned out that this was the spirit world, which was highly similar to the main world, but it was gray and cold.

She stretched out her hand, opened and closed, stepped aside and picked up the pen on the table, and tried to write on the straw paper. The touch in her hands indicated that it was indeed her body, not just her soul.

So, is this considered a success? So back to reality?

Alana immediately vetoed the idea. The rumored place where the undead live, the Frost Holy City is in the spirit realm. It's all here, how can you not go and have a look?

She thought it would take a lot of effort to find it, but as soon as she turned around on the street, she saw the Frost Holy City hanging high in the sky.

She had seen the city of Doron at night, a city dotted with stars. But only when I have seen the Frost Holy City do I know what is truly beautiful to make people speechless.

It is a magnificent palace of ice and snow art, with city gates, high-rise buildings, and street lamps, all of which are miraculous. It seems that thousands of craftsmen have wasted a lifetime of hard work and carved it one stroke at a time.

If it weren't for the eerie brilliance of the Blood Moon, she would have thought it was a dreamy fairy tale world.

But here's the problem, the Frost Holy City is hundreds of kilometers away from her location. She can't fly, how can she get to this city in the sky?

Forget it, let's go first. When you are tired of walking, you will go home with an Indian path.

While humming a small tune, he walked forward as if he were walking. Although in her previous life, there was a saying that "don't hum a song when walking alone at night, otherwise you will see strange things", she is now in the spirit world.

So, hum or not, the ending may be the same. At least the familiar tunes put her at ease.

Walking two blocks away, Alana suddenly stopped.

Was it her delusion? The Frost Holy City seems to be moving. In the direction of her, to be exact.

According to the Notes of the Dead, the Frost Holy City is like a boat drifting on the river, with a unique trajectory. Only the god of the dead can decide where it is.

Could it be that she was right in front of the Frost Holy City's orbit right now?

It's really sleepy, someone sends a pillow!

"Come here, then," Alana found an empty café around the corner, found a folding chair and cushion, and yawned comfortably in the chair.

"I hope I don't slow too slowly, I have to go to work tomorrow."

It would be nice if she brought in "Notes of the Dead", she would be able to read the book again and again.

Unfortunately, she could only lean back in her chair and sleep for a while.

Alanna was indeed sleepy, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt a surge of sleepiness. She seemed to dream of the campus in her previous life, of a thrilling night of facing the Soul Eater......

Suddenly, a wave of spirituality swept over like a storm.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Alana couldn't help but hold her breath.

Seeing the sky city from afar, it is like seeing a mirage in the previous life, and the heart is full of admiration and yearning. But seeing the Sky City up close is a whole different experience.

It is like a mythical beast in a mythical story, with a body that covers the sky and the sun, giving people a sense of oppression that is close to their hearts. It is like an ice and snow giant ship that conquers the sea of stars, its cold and hard shell like a sharp blade that cuts through the void.

Alanna took two deep breaths and looked at the time.

It was three o'clock in the morning, which meant that she had only been asleep for an hour before the Frost Holy City "floated".

"Then how do you get this ......"

Before he finished speaking, he caught a touch of white in the corner of his eye. When I looked further, I saw a staircase of ice and snow that stretched down from the clouds around the corner of the street.

Alanna approached in amazement, reaching out and touching the jade-smooth and cold steps. If it weren't for the fact that it was so real to the touch, she would have thought it was all a dream.

"But, I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of steps, right? Could it be that this is also part of the necromancer's introductory test?

She sighed softly and resigned herself to the first step. It's all here, and I can't go home at this time. Next time, I don't know if I have the luck to run into the Holy City Orbit.

I thought that she would only be able to climb a short section in one night, but at one point, she seemed to have penetrated a thin barrier. Then, in front of him was the closed gates of the Frost Holy City.

Standing here, Alana realizes that the city is more than twice as tall as York. The walls are made of glass-like silver boulders carved with the sigils of the former Necromancer.

But strangely, the walls seem to be dissipating.

Not melting, but weathering, as if time itself was washing over the city, turning it from a magnificent world of ice and snow to a powdery smoothie.

When you lift your hand, you can feel the particles running through your fingers.

Alana walked up to the door and pressed a hand against it. She could feel the coldness of the ice, but instead of feeling the bone, there was something soft and comfortable.

What does the world look like behind the door? As barren as the spirit world? Are the undead still alive here? Or did the fall of the god of the dead take them with them?

She took a deep breath and pressed slowly.

I thought that this ice door was extremely heavy and could not be easily pushed, but in fact it felt like an ordinary door, sturdy but not bulky.

Whoop – Ice scraping on the ground.

The moment Alana stepped into the Holy City, the wind stopped.

The wind that had dissipated the city stopped for no apparent reason. Immediately afterwards, the smoothie on the ground actually flowed from the bottom up, forming a "sand stream" one by one, returning to its original position.

A corner of the collapsed gate is being filled, and the broken eaves statue is being restored.

- It's like going back in time, it's amazing.

But other than that, the city was as empty as she expected.

"Then it's like a visit," Alanna said as she walked unhurriedly.

The architecture here is slightly different from Yorktown, more like the Gothic style seen in previous lives. Minaret-like roofs, intricate carvings, and colorful glass.

The city has everything, shops, churches, bell towers, fountains, etc. The floor tiles of the streets are smooth and beautiful, and the houses are scattered without being messy.

If the undead are not afraid of the cold, this is indeed a beautiful Garden of Eden. I just don't know if I can plant plants and raise small animals, after all, only the undead are monotonous.

If the Spirit Shuttle could bring other people with her, she would like to let her two children come over and play. It's such a big ice and snow world.

Da- Alana paused.

Although she didn't see any shadows of the undead, she sensed the prying eyes.

She immediately took three steps and two steps, ran to the knight's statue on the corner of the street, drew the ice sword from its hand, held it in the palm of her hand, and leaned against the ice wall in a defensive stance.

This time it is different from the Donglai battle realm, she is no longer an ordinary person, but an extraordinary person who knows how to swordsmanship. Moreover, the success of the spiritual world shuttle proves that she has officially become a walker class necromancer!

Boom - the blade of the sword breaks through the air.

Alana caught the trail and immediately raised her sword to meet it.

The two ice swords slammed into each other with a crisp sound.

The ice sword on the opposite side paused for only a second, and then swung it again. And Alanna was fighting and saw the people clearly.

It was a tall lady about thirty-five years old with long brown hair and blue eyes. Her image was slightly embarrassed, with blood stains on her hair, side face, and chest, and her purple robe was tattered.

But most crucially, her neckline emblem - the Sage.

The words that Victor had said flashed through Alanna's mind, and a name popped up.

"Erin ·!"

Alana dodged back two steps and gasped, "Do you know who you are?" I am not your enemy! 

Erin's eyes were calm, and another sword was directed towards Alana's chest at a strange angle and speed.

Alana snapped back and suddenly realized it was a great opportunity.

With no bystanders, she doesn't have to keep her hands and doesn't have to worry about revealing her secrets. The other party will not care about her identity, and can test her current limit to the greatest extent.

On top of that, she also has super healing and psychic world shuttle hole cards.

Let's fight first, and if you can't beat it, you can run!

The sword shadow flickered rapidly, leaving a finger-deep sword mark on the ice walls on both sides.

Alanna's sword moves were taught by Sorela, and they were quick and ruthless. But between the battles, she quickly realized that Erin's sword moves were far superior to hers, and she learned as she fought.

At first, Alana was pressed and beaten, but the speed and moves of the two figures began to converge, and they turned into evenly matched. Then Erin switched her sword moves, and Alana was once again outperformed.

This was repeated until the third round, and Erin seemed unable to endure the protracted grappling, and her spirit condensed into the blade of her sword, shooting at Alana at great speed.

Alana was agile enough to resist with her ice sword, but the sword move was too lethal, and it cut a bloody streak on her neck.

A streak of blood spilled and grazed her robe, landing on the icy brick floor with a clatter.

With a boom, the Frost Holy City trembled.

It felt like an earthquake, but they weren't on the ground, they were in mid-air. So the tremors came from the Frost Holy City itself, not from the conduction of something else.

The smoothies in the air seemed to have lost their direction and flew in the air.

A flash of horror flashed in Erin's eyes, and she drew her sword and quickly retreated, closing the distance between her and Alana.