"bite!"

As the evil spirits dissipated, the crisp sound of the hard object falling to the ground echoed in the secret room, attracting Brian's gaze.

He stopped and quickly looked in the direction where the sound came from.

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

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

He looked happy, waved his hand, trying to use his spiritual remote control ability to take away the dark blue crystal.

However, an accident happened again.

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

These energy kept hovering and flying, gradually condensed into a faint phantom.

The hazy phantom looks almost transparent, and you can find it through the flashing glimmer. This is a beautiful and charming young woman.

However, under her long, stormy hair, she was full of deep eyes that were so deep that she dared not look directly at.

Brian looked shocked, and suddenly looked away, and a dazzling light blade appeared in the hilt of the sword in his hand.

A guess emerged in his heart, but he did not dare to guarantee that his judgment must be correct.

"Hello, Ms. North Star, I'm very sorry, it disturbed your sleep." Brian leaned over and saluted slightly, saying in a respectful and apologetic tone.

"You're welcome, descendants of the Empire, I'm glad to see you. Please relax, I have no ill intentions." The phantom shone with light and said in a soft female voice.

Hearing the familiar voice, Brian gradually relaxed, but the blade in his hand had no intention of disappearing at all.

He had an illusion.

Although the phantom's voice was very light, it was transmitted in his ears and mind at the same time.

It sounds very sincere, as if it is rushing with the blood flow, and it is like a sweet song that has long been forgotten but has suddenly recalled.

Tempting, exciting, desirable...

Brian was startled by his thoughts and quickly calmed down.

"Descendants of the Empire?" he raised his head and asked in confusion.

"That's right."

The beautiful phantom nodded slightly, revealing a smile, "I can feel that you are descended from our great arcane empire, Neseril."

Brian was stunned and 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 inhabitants of that world were refugees who fled here when the "Ofa Catastrophe" occurred.

The Harua people were the magic kingdom that was rebuilt on the eve of the destruction of the Arcane Empire. Several great arcane masters who foresaw the imminent disaster, led their students, servants and civilians in the territory, and rebuilt the magic kingdom together.

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

Moreover, this identity that has long been forgotten by the world is of no use to him.

Descendants of the Arcane Empire.

This name sounds quite a confusing, but it is actually useless.

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

"Then you are..." he asked intentionally.

"well......"

The phantom of the North Star Ms. Sighing sadly, the light around her seemed to respond to her mood at the moment, gradually fading.

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

"It hasn't been wiped out by me." Brian asked tightly with the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"That's why you eliminated it in time and kept it by chance."

The phantom nodded slightly, "Besides, I am a great arcane from the School of Mind, so my powerful soul is naturally not so easy to completely die out."

Brian nodded as if he understood, guessing something.

"According to an accident, my thoughts were forcibly awakened from the eternal sleep." She looked at Brian gratefully, "The resentment that dominated now has been eliminated, leaving only a broken soul and spiritual thought."

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

From this we can see that the evil spirit should have deliberately relaxed, allowing this thought to take the opportunity to make a prayer sound, luring him into the depths of the tomb.

"So..." he looked at the phantom's sad eyes and said curiously, "You are planning to let me help you regain your new life."

As the other party said.

As a level 35 great arcane of the spiritual school, powerful spiritual thoughts will naturally not disappear so easily.

Although this is just a broken soul, it is not impossible to be resurrected.

For example, using a special ritual to extract the thoughts from the North Star lady from this soul crystal and convert it into a lich is a very good choice.

"That's right."

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

"I understand." Brian pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement, "In the name of arcane, I will do my best to help you regain your life."

"Then please, let me take everything here as a reward for advance payment." Ms. Polaris's phantom smiled slightly and said with a slightly solemn look:

"I've been sleeping for too long, which has led to the incomplete soul becoming very weak now. I'm very sorry, I can't stay for too long, so... I look forward to meeting you again."

Just finished speaking.

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

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

He looked at it thoughtfully for a long time, and finally put it in the dimension bag with a serious expression.

"I promised so simply, how do you plan to resurrect her?"

At this time, the Spirit Crystal servant flew silently to Bryan, poked the cat's head out of the space suit, stared at her big eyes, and asked curiously.

Brian glanced at it and found that the little guy had nothing to do.

This is understandable.

Because most of the immune abilities of the construct are the most common attack methods used by undead creatures.

All kinds of necrotic effects such as toxins, paralysis, shock, disease, death, etc. can be immune to all.

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

Brian smiled and said, "Of course, if she is willing to cooperate, I don't mind giving her freedom. After all, the real Polaris lady had already fallen thousands of years ago, and this is just her remaining thought."

"It's so luxurious. Letting a great arcane's soul crystal be used as a tower spirit for you is equivalent to indirectly gaining all the arcane knowledge she has mastered." The Spirit Crystal servant smacked his lips, "It's worthy of being you, I actually thought of it with me."
Chapter completed!