"bite!"

As the evil spirit dissipated, the crisp sound of hard objects falling to the ground echoed in the secret room, attracting Brian's attention.

He stopped and quickly looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

That was where the evil spirit turned into smoke and dissipated, and a dark blue crystal the size of a pigeon egg appeared on the ground.

Seeing this object, Brian immediately guessed the identity of the crystal.

He looked happy and waved his hand, trying to use his telekinesis ability to take away the dark blue crystal.

But the accident happened again.

When this dark blue crystal floated into the air, it suddenly emitted bursts of energy, shining with colorful colors, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

These energies kept swirling and flying, gradually condensing into a faint shadow.

The hazy shadow looks almost transparent. Through the flickering light, you can see that this is a beautiful and charming young woman.

However, under her stormy and disheveled hair, there are a pair of eyes that are so deep that people dare not look directly into them.

Brian looked startled and suddenly looked away. A dazzling light blade instantly appeared on the hilt of the sword in his hand.

A guess emerged in his mind, but he could not guarantee that his judgment was correct.

"Hello, Ms. Polaris, I'm very sorry for disturbing your sleep." Brian leaned forward slightly and saluted, saying in a respectful and apologetic tone.

"You're welcome, descendant of the empire, it's nice to meet you. Please relax, I don't mean any harm." The shadow shined brightly and said in a soft female voice.

Hearing the familiar voice, Brian gradually relaxed, but the sword blade in his hand showed no intention of disappearing.

He has an illusion.

Although the shadow's voice was very soft, it was conveyed in his ears and in his mind at the same time.

It sounded very real, as if it was rushing with the blood, and it was like a sweet song that had been forgotten for a long time, but now suddenly recalled.

Tempting, exciting, desirable...

Brian was startled by his own thoughts and quickly calmed down.

"Descendants of the Empire?" He raised his head and asked doubtfully.

"That's right."

The beautiful shadow nodded slightly and smiled, "I can feel that you are a descendant of Netheril, our great arcane empire."

Brian was startled, and he immediately understood the reason.

If the other party hadn't said it, he would have almost forgotten his identity.

He was reborn in an inconspicuous small world, but the human residents of that world were refugees who fled here from the magical kingdom of Halua in the south of the continent when the 'Arcane Catastrophe' occurred.

And the Halua people are a magical kingdom re-established on the eve of the destruction of the Arcane Empire by a few great arcane masters who foresaw the imminent disaster, along with their students, servants and civilians in the territory.

Although he had made this speculation at the beginning, when he thought that thousands of years had passed since Netheril, he could not guarantee that his bloodline must come from the Arcane Empire.

Moreover, this identity, which has long been forgotten by the world, is of little use to him.

Descendants of the Arcane Empire.

This title sounds quite coaxing, but in fact it is of no use whatsoever.

After all, this is a world where the strong are respected.

"Then what are you..." he asked meaningfully.

"well......"

The shadow of Ms. Polaris sighed sadly, and the light around her seemed to respond to her mood at the moment, gradually dimming.

"I shouldn't have woken up. It was the evil energy from the abyss and the surging power of the earth that disturbed my eternal sleep and awakened my resentment."

"Hasn't it been destroyed by me?" Brian tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand and asked.

"That's why you eliminated it in time, allowing me to survive by chance."

Xuying nodded slightly, "Besides, I am a great arcanist of the Psychic School. Naturally, a powerful soul cannot be completely destroyed so easily."

Brian nodded in understanding, vaguely guessing something.

"In an accident, my mind was forcibly awakened from its eternal slumber." She glanced at Brian gratefully, "Now the dominant resentment has been removed, leaving only a fragmented soul and spiritual mind."

Brian suddenly understood, and finally understood why the other party was so eager to send him a message to save her. It turned out that her thoughts were about to be swallowed by the evil spirit.

It can be seen from this that the evil spirit should have deliberately relaxed and allowed this thought to take the opportunity to make a voice of supplication and lure him deep into the tomb.

"So..." He looked into Xuying's sad eyes and said curiously, "You are planning to let me help you regain your life."

Just as the other party said.

As a level 35 Grand Arcanist of the Psychic School, his powerful spiritual thoughts will naturally not die out easily.

Although this is just a mutilated soul, it is not without the possibility of resurrection.

For example, it would be a very good choice to use some special ritual to extract the thoughts from the Polaris lady in the soul crystal and transform it into a lich.

"That's right."

Ms. Polaris admitted frankly that she hesitated for a moment, her deep eyes seemed to see through Brian's thoughts, and she shook her head slightly, "However, I don't want to transform into a lich."

"I understand." Brian thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "I swear in the name of arcana that I will do my best to help you regain your life."

"Then I'll leave it to you. Everything here will be regarded as a reward paid to you in advance." Ms. Polaris' shadow smiled slightly and said with a slightly solemn expression:

"I slept for too long, causing my mutilated soul to become very weak now. I'm very sorry that I can't stay too long, so... I look forward to seeing you again."

The words just fell.

The shadow of Ms. Polaris suddenly collapsed, and finally re-condensed into a crystal clear dark blue crystal, suspended in mid-air.

Brian waved his hand casually, and the soul crystal fell into his hand.

He looked at it thoughtfully for a long time, and finally put it into his dimensional bag with a solemn expression.

"You agreed so simply, how do you plan to resurrect her?"

At this time, the Psychic Crystal Servant flew silently in front of Brian, poked its cat head out of the space suit, stared with big eyes, and asked curiously.

Brian glanced at it and found that there was nothing wrong with the little guy.

This is understandable.

Because most of the immunity abilities of the construct's characteristics are the most common attack methods of undead creatures.

You are immune to all necromancy effects such as poison, paralysis, shock, disease, instant death, etc.

"She doesn't want to be a lich, so she can only use it to make tower spirits."

Brian smiled and said, "Of course, if she is willing to cooperate, I wouldn't mind giving her her freedom. After all, the real Ms. Polaris died thousands of years ago, and this is just her remaining thoughts."

"It's quite a luxury. Let a great arcanist's soul crystal be used as a tower spirit for you. This is equivalent to indirectly gaining all the arcane knowledge she has mastered." The spiritual crystal servant smacked his lips, "As expected of you, you actually thought of me.

One piece."
Chapter completed!