Harvey said with regret, "What a waste." "Why?" Qikara felt like he was being driven crazy, his voice trembling, "Why would you sacrifice yourself to save me!?" "It’s not about saving you, but we’re both going to die, so I might as well sacrifice myself to give Oleva a funeral, and let you survive," the Necromancer retorted, "When only one person’s death is required, why should two die? I have no grudge against you." Qikara asked incoherently, "Is there anything you want me to do? Help Mr. Ash and the others? Or go to your hometown to fulfill your unfinished Heart’s Desire?" "The dead have no need to interfere in the affairs of the living," Harvey said, "I’m different from Igula; I never use words to bind other’s actions since I can’t control you anyway." "If I have to say something, then it’s to live well," the Necromancer said, "Not just slowly waiting for death, but running with all your might, trying your best to live, running to distant places to see a bigger world, running until you are completely exhausted." "I actually quite admire your willingness to humble yourself to survive in the Dead City, and earlier how you chose to burn your own flesh to resist the white frost," Harvey showed a faint smile, "When death is inevitable, face it seriously, but when survival is possible, strive to live by any means." "That’s how I am; I have long wanted to embrace Death, but since I’m alive, I have to live seriously until the unstoppable Death arrives." "In this way, my corpse will surely be very beautiful." Harvey sighed, "It’s a pity, Senluo has no Necromancers..." He lifted his remaining right hand and covered his eyes. At this moment, the white frost had already spread on him, and the Necromancer reminded, "Qikara, I’m about to pass through the Veil of Death." Flames ignited on Qikara, transforming him into a flaming skeleton. "Though this body is Ice Cold Flowing Fire, it still awaits the moment of combustion." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍 In an instant, the snow-white ice was stained with blood-red hues. Then the ice cracked inch by inch, freezing white frost receded, and wherever the blood light reached, all things surrendered. A Blood Moon rose in the wind and snow. Under the Blood Moon, stood a fair-skinned, black-haired man wearing black pants. A wolf tail extended from his spine, his eyes were like rubies, his ten fingers bore long nails, and blood-red light constantly emanated from his body, gathering into the Blood Moon above. Ghost King Chains - Corpse King of Blood Moon. "Such powerful strength..." Harvey thought. Unlike before, when Harvey merged with Alice, it was actually Alice who truly transformed into the necromancy creature, and he merely controlled the necromancy through Alice, so he could never fully unleash the necromancy creature’s complete power. But now only his right eye belonged to Alice, while the rest of his body had truly transformed into the Corpse King of Blood Moon. He thus perfectly controlled the power of the Corpse King of Blood Moon, but his body could never change back; it wouldn’t be long before his soul would also be eroded by negative energy, completely turning into a wild necromancy creature. His Ice Cold Flowing Fire Miracle was not entirely original; the Kingdom of Blood Moon already had the primitive version. Those necromancers who learned the primitive version were often unable to suppress negative energy erosion and turned into necromancy creatures because they were obsessed with the power brought by necromancy. Harvey’s teacher died this way and later became one of Harvey’s stored necromancy creatures. However, as Harvey was imprisoned, those treasured creatures were naturally confiscated by the Blood Frenzy Hunters. Having witnessed the tragic experiences of predecessors, Harvey was always cautious in his Exploration of Ghost King Chains, but even so, he had narrowly crossed the boundary between life and death several times. However, now, Harvey’s reason was not dazzled by the power of the Corpse King of Blood Moon. He gazed at the distant Four-winged Oleva, then looked beyond the thick ice layer towards the Fog Gate leading to the next level. "Still," he pointed downwards with his left hand, raised his index finger towards the Blood Moon with his right hand, and revealed a serene smile: "I kind of don’t want to die." In the next second, the Blood Moon overwhelmed the white frost.