"That's understandable... under such a siege, there are indeed very few who can survive..."

Joelson said guiltily.

"Yes, there was once an extremely talented necromancer who defeated dozens of holy wars of the Church of Light and repelled dozens of attacks from the church. However, the Church of Light did not give up once. Every time it was time for the holy war to start, they would prepare to launch an army. The experts they trained would rush up one by one. In the end, the holy war lasted for more than fifty years. Even the talented necromancer, a genius, could not withstand such torture and was exhausted to death by the war of attrition."

Godfrey recalled that funny incident and could not help but laugh. However, what made people laugh was the Church of Light's zero tolerance towards necromancers.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

Joelson felt his scalp go numb. Fortunately, his system did not allow him to practice this kind of spell. If he was allowed to practice this kind of spell, he would not be able to live for long.

After taking in a lot of cold breaths, he was filled with admiration for the Church of Light. He was already puzzled.

"That's not right. Logically speaking, with this level of encirclement... is there really a necromancer in this world?"

Joelson's question was also Johann's question. Johann also looked at Godfrey with a puzzled expression.

"Indeed, with this kind of encirclement and interception, necromancers are indeed difficult to grow and survive. But similarly, with this kind of encirclement and interception—under this kind of high-pressure policy—necromancers who successfully live until the end are all very terrifying existences!"

Godfrey said seriously. When he thought of that name, his heart trembled.

"Then... how many people can survive to the end of such a siege? I'm afraid it's very rare..."

Johann asked carefully.

"It's not very rare. Until now, only one person can survive to the end. That person is the king of all necromancers, their ancestor, the idol of all those who want to practice necromancy. The ultimate goal of all necromancers, their motivation to advance..."

"His... name is?"

Joelson frowned and asked.

"The lord of the undead, the incarnation of death, the pickpocket that death hates the most. The souls that death keeps in his pocket can be taken out of death's pocket at will. The incarnation of a natural disaster, the nightmare of the Church of Light. He is the calamity itself, and his existence is the natural disaster itself!"

"His name is the Lord of the Dead: Electrolux Hemiah!"

The moment Godfrey said his name, the sky suddenly fell without warning, and a bolt of lightning struck down!

With a crack, the bolt of lightning struck into the hearts of all the creatures present.

Everyone was terrified.

"If it were him, he would definitely have the ability to take the resurrected from the pocket of the death god. All of this doesn't depend on whether he can do it or not, but whether he wants to do it or not."

Godfrey said solemnly. After hearing this legend, even Hades was a little scared.

After all, a person who dared to reach out to death, no creature would not be afraid.

"Hmm... Wait..."

Just as everyone was still thinking about this terrifying legend, Joelson was the first to react.

"Hey, you motherf*cker, weren't we discussing how to take away Mr. Johann? You're going off-topic, bastard!"

Joelson was rather angry. Although this fellow's story was pleasant to hear, wasn't it going off-topic?

"No, no, no. My master, please be patient. Let me continue..."

Godfrey hurriedly waved his hand and explained.

"As long as we bring Mr. Johann's soul and go ask Mr. Electrolux Hemiah for help, the old man will be able to revive Mr. Johann with ease. To an expert of his level, to a demigod of Mr. Johann's level, it will be as easy as lifting a finger."

"Tsk tsk... Don't you understand what I'm saying, you idiot? Are we discussing how to take away Johann's soul?"

Joelson emphasized again.

"That's right, taking away Johann's soul is just a piece of cake. What I'm saying is, after taking Johann's soul, what should we do..."

Godfrey waved his hand innocently.

"Hmm... that's true, but you still haven't told us how to take away Mr. Johann."

Joelson nodded in agreement, but he still said speechlessly.

Although what Godfrey said was not wrong at all, it still did not solve the current problem.

"With this, my master, taking away a soul is a very simple thing for me."

As he spoke, Godfrey fished out a milky white bottle from his coat pocket.

"This bottle is enchanted with fragments of the soul gem. The requiem grass has been soaked in it for ten years. Look at the paste on it. These are the proof of how long it has been soaked in the requiem grass's medicinal soup. The requiem grass has a large number of calming effects on the soul. The enchantment of the soul gem gives it the ability to absorb souls!"

As Godfrey spoke, he shook the bottle in his hand.

"Trust me, Mr. Johann. You won't feel uncomfortable staying in there temporarily. On the contrary, it's much more comfortable than floating outside."

Godfrey said proudly as if he was showing off his bottle.

"Are you kidding me? Don't make fun of me. It's already good enough to have a place to stay. Let alone in your bottle, I can accept other worse things."

Joelson let out a sigh of relief and said unhappily

"You bastard, if you didn't take out such a good thing earlier, you would have made me wait for so long!"

"Sorry, sorry, it's my fault..."

Godfrey scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I want Mr. Johann to hear what will happen to him in the future and what we plan to do. I want Mr. Johann to have a little confidence in us..."

As Godfrey explained, Joelson let out a sigh.

"Sigh, what's the point of saying so much? It's also important for Mr. Johann to have some understanding of his future."

Joelson nodded in agreement.

"Well, what do you think, Mr. Johann?"

Godfrey, who had been forgiven by Joelson, turned around and asked for Johann's opinion.