Sean raised the old book and started chanting it. He didn't even open the book. He had already memorized the spell and was now used more as a magic tool.

"A weak existence from the spiritual world."

"The lonely dead, the lost soul, the remaining memories, the ghosts who have been wandering here for hundreds of years."

"When I alternate with the sun of the darkness, I call you! Where I gather with death, I call you! Where I buried my bones with mankind!"

The movement around was just like the day before yesterday. First, there was a strange feeling of being watched, and then the wind suddenly became extremely strong. Sean opened his eyes wide and watched the blurry shadow float above the bone...

"In the name of the contract you and my tribes signed with the ancient times."

"I order you to appear in this world!"

The shadow overlapped with the bones, and blue flames appeared in the bone's eye sockets. Sean quickly retreated, but suddenly, the skeleton made a strange roar, and the snail screams scared the short goblins to scatter. Then the flames in the skeleton's eye sockets quickly dimmed and turned back to the dead bones, and the shadow disappeared out of thin air.

Sean was shocked and thought to himself what was going on?

He looked at the skeletons scattered all over the ground in shock and doubt, but did not dare to walk forward. He just looked at it from a distance, as if it was a bunch of firecrackers that had been lit once but did not explode - who knew when it would suddenly move.

However, after waiting for a while, the bones were still silent. It seemed that the summoned spirit body really ran away.

Sean thought it was a bit damn. Could it be that the summoned spirit body was not satisfied with the bone? But it was wrong. The spirit body had no sense of autonomy, so how could it be picky?

Besides, what's the difference between bones?

He walked over with the courage to thrust his bones with the barrel. It was very complete. This time the spirit body was really hard to serve. Forget it, it would be better to run away. Even if it was summoned, it would probably be a problem.

He pondered for a long time, but he didn't think of the problem. He was about to pass the ceremony.

Sean decided to try again.

"A weak existence from the spiritual world."

"The lonely dead, the lost soul, the remaining memories, the ghosts who have been wandering here for hundreds of years..."

This time it was finally smooth.

When Sean recited the last spell, a vague shadow possessed the bone, and blue flames appeared in the skeleton's eye sockets. The bones floated into the air and combined into a complete skeleton. The power of death made it complete and allowed it to move freely. It stood up tremblingly, looked down at its body, as if a little confused.

Sean was a little hesitant. The skeleton looked a little strange. It seemed that something was wrong with the ceremony, but he just didn't know where the problem occurred.

Although he was confused, it did not hinder his movements. He raised his gun and aimed, and then - bang!

A headshot was shot but failed to penetrate. The resurrected skeletons usually have ordinary bones, especially the bones of this skeleton.

The skeleton immediately reacted after being shot, and actually let out a strange roar at him, and then rushed over. I wonder if it was an illusion, Sean seemed to feel a hatred look from the other person.

He didn't have time to get the bullet and was not ready to change the pistol, so he simply took out the battle axe, which happened to be just about to practice his hands on the skeleton.

With an axe, the skeleton flexibly flashed and actually dodged.

Sean swept across the axe, and the skeleton raised his arms to block it. He actually avoided the axe blade and blocked the handle of the axe.

Sean took the opportunity to hook back, trying to break the skeleton's arm bone, but the skeleton waved his arm in advance, swung the axe away, and kicked him in the chest.

Sean was kicked and rolled on the spot, and took out the log shield.

Standing up, looking at Shaun in front of him, he was extremely surprised. The skeleton was a bit powerful, and it seemed that he had to take it seriously.

He held a shield in one hand and an axe in the other, with the shield blocking him, and the axe was raised high, with the standard Nord warrior's offensive posture.

The skeleton turned his head disdainfully, pulled up a torch from the ground, held it with both hands, and even put on a posture of a sword with both hands.

Sean was even more surprised. This guy seemed to be a character during his lifetime, but most Nords used battle axes or one-handed battle swords with shields, and two-handed big swords were rarely used. Could it be the Brighton Knight?

He became more interested, shouted—and then turned around and ran away.

Just kidding, even though he knew there was danger, he went up to fight. Sean was not so reckless. He prefers to win in a simpler way. Anyway, as long as he kills the other party, he can get the fire of memory, and there is no need to fight to the death.

The skeleton was stunned for a moment and immediately chased after him. However, although it seemed that although it retained the memory of the battle before his death, it was still essentially a brainless undead. He did not notice the 'pente' hanging high on the trunk. Sean ran to the pendulum rope. Seeing the skeleton enter the trap range, he waved his hand to cut the rope. The pendulum swept across and smashed the skeleton into pieces.

It was not dead yet. Although most of the bones were broken, the skull was still intact. The blue flame was still burning in the eyes. An invisible force drove the scattered bones, and there was a sign of reuniting.

Sean thought to himself that this guy must be an elite monster during his lifetime, and his vitality is so tenacious. He slashed it with an axe.

With a click, as the skull broke, the blue flame finally went out.

Sean repaired it twice, completely smashing the skeleton, burning the bones into pieces, and a ball of white spiritual fire sank in the air, shining unusually in the dark night.

Just looking at the brightness of the light ball is much higher than the previous two times. Sean couldn't wait to grab the flames in his hand, and squeezed them hard. The next second, a scene changed in front of him.

In front of me is the interior of an ancient temple. The owner of this memory is kneeling on the ground and praying to a stone statue of a goddess standing on the hall in front of me. The stone statue is carved very exquisitely and lifelike. However, for some reason, the eyes of the statue are closed, and it looks a sense of solemn and cold beauty.

The prayer echoed in Sean's ears, in ancient Nord, and Sean could feel the general meaning of the words.

"Sindora, the goddess of death, the master of fate, the eternal omen, please let me be quiet, give me revelation, reveal the mist in front of me, give me the blood of God, I wish to be the hand of God and serve you..."
Chapter completed!