"Let me guess, it’s probably a mobile miracle centered around the Firelight Technique Spirit, right?" Qikara was stunned; this smooth-talking, amiable Beastman had lost his expression management for the first time, revealing horror, vigilance, and killing intent in his eyes. "Actually, it’s easy to guess. If you’re staying voluntarily, you must have a life-saving miracle. The only way to survive in front of a Legendary Mage is with a mobile miracle." "We all know your technique spirit system. Among them, the most likely used for a mobile miracle would be the Firelight Technique Spirit, which probably allows you to escape like light?" Harvey said calmly, "When we reach the upper level, you should immediately initiate a mobile miracle to leave my line of sight. By then, even if I wanted to use the Contract of Slavery to stop you, you wouldn’t be able to hear it. Without the limitation of harm chaining, Oleva could unleash true legendary combat power, and I, left behind, would probably be slapped to death by him." "Mr. Harvey," the Beastman lowered his eyelids, "you’re really mistaken. I genuinely want to leave with you from Senluo." "No mage wants to be a slave, let alone a Holy Sanctuary Mage." Harvey dodged Oleva’s distant casting of the Ice Spear Storm: "You truly want to leave, but even more so, you genuinely want to break free from the Contract." "As long as I’m dead, with Alice gone, your Contract naturally evaporates... In such a short time, you actually figured all this out and put it into action." The Necromancer said, "Your wit is no less than the Swindler’s, but he flaunts it while you hide your brilliance behind a façade of simplicity — he’s right, staying on the Wasteland does indeed bury your talents." "Mr. Harvey, you deserve even higher praise; Mr. Bokin’s presence eclipsed your radiance." Qikara’s face was no longer smiling: "Yet if Mr. Harvey doesn’t wish to leave, I will also accompany you to the end." "No, you should go." Harvey said quietly, "After rescuing Black Crow, we will probably leave immediately. As long as you don’t encounter us in this vast world, your Contract is as good as a scrap of paper." "Why?" the Beastman asked, perplexed. He couldn’t believe Harvey would let go of a Holy Domain slave. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Because I don’t care about you. Your corpse is more valuable to me than you alive." the Necromancer said, "More importantly, I can’t guarantee my next attack won’t turn you into dust along with Oleva." Qikara paused, flapping his wings to dodge Oleva’s attack, but quickly returned to the ground—the airborne snowstorm was so fierce it almost knocked him off balance. "Do you have a way to deal with this lunatic?" "If it were dealing with a living legend, I have no way." Harvey said, "But he is no longer among the living." "Indeed, he has gone mad." "No, what I mean is—he is a necromancy." Qikara looked at Oleva, perplexed; he couldn’t reconcile how this lively, spell-casting lunatic could be the same as a necromantic creature like Alice... "His body hasn’t died yet, but his soul is utterly shattered, and his consciousness died long ago." Harvey said softly, "What’s controlling him now is a new soul, a new consciousness." "This is the most primitive method of necromancy creation—Death Spirit. An entity that ought to pass through the Death Veil is forcibly kept in the world by the mage’s miracle; within that decayed residual body, a sorrowful creation trapped between life and death is born." "The reason for his madness is that his new soul longs for rest, but the old personality hidden in the body’s neurons has a strong survival instinct. He is tormented by both a Desire for Death and the lust for life, which is the root of all primal undead’s agony." "That’s also why he constantly harms himself but protects himself in the face of death." "Living beings desire life and shun death, while the undead yearn for death and despise life." "Such a born primal undead would hate all living beings and eagerly drag them towards eternal sleep, which is why he attacks us. The earliest Necromancers existed to resolve the mage disaster of primal undead, using the power of necromancy later on." "So don’t worry, I’m not bluffing you." Harvey said, "I will definitely solve Oleva." Qikara stared blankly at Harvey as black mist surged around him, with only a pair of green eyes fixed on the raging Oleva. "A primal undead is the saddest monster in the world. Playing a requiem for a primal undead, allowing it to return to eternal rest, is the professional ethics of a Necromancer." the Necromancer spoke calmly, "Necromancy is a mad power and must be under mage control." Though it sounded quite absurd, the Beastman could tell Harvey was serious! Helping Ash and the others block Oleva was certainly a primary reason, but even without it, Harvey would have conducted a funeral for Oleva! Although the Necromancer’s voice was indifferent, the intensity of his determined will was so strong it almost made Qikara feel allergic, reminding the Beastman of the living Saints he had once seen with unbreakable faith. Even though, in Qikara’s past view, Saints all seemed like incomprehensible lunatics. They adhered to principles that bordered on laughable, doing things deemed meaningless. "Mr. Harvey, I truly didn’t plan to run away." Qikara cautiously said, "Don’t worry about me; I’ll get out of the way." Since Harvey said so, he dared not run. If Harvey won and the Contract was still in place, who knew if Igula might have a way to capture him back. "Is that so?" Harvey abruptly flew up, "Then I won’t be courteous." Qikara watched as Harvey, wrapped in black mist, flew towards Oleva. Oleva stirred up an ice-crystal storm, like a spiraling drill aimed at the Necromancer. "Truly two madmen..." the Beastman murmured, preparing to avoid the miracle. Suddenly, the black mist surged and quickly transformed into a gray smog that almost rivaled the blizzard! A massive Corpse Dragon, reduced to pitch-black bones, let out a silent scream, wielding decaying corpse energy to crush Oleva! Ghost King Chains: Dragon Lich! But in the face of the decaying corpse energy, Oleva’s frenzied expression gradually softened, and even his attack slowed down, showing a peace akin to returning to a mother’s embrace. This was Harvey’s trump card—the decaying corpse energy of the Dragon Lich was poison to the living, but wine to the undead! When undead encounter corpse energy, it charms them like foolish women meeting Igula, leaving them helpless against the Dragon Lich’s slaughter! "Rest in peace." The green fire in the Dragon Lich’s eyes focused on the smiling Oleva, as the gigantic skeletal claw slammed down with a roar!