Natsubo said this and finally stood up straight!
Those slender and well-defined muscles ensure that his body has strong destructive power!
Before he used his body as a reward to hire souls, Nazebo was also an excellent warrior. At least in the "play" among the midnight children, Nazebo had no less power than Bulcaisel among the barbarians.
lofty status.
 It's a pity that his body does not have the fat to protect itself.
 Fat is already the cheapest reward he can pay to those powerful souls.
“I want to know if you captured Rasma’s soul, what would you give him as a reward?”
Vera asked Nazbo with a beautiful curve at the corner of her mouth.
“I think the fat in the large intestine might be a good choice? But necromancers are also experts in souls.”
Nazipo shook the voodoo doll in his hand. The small face of the voodoo doll was ferocious and full of pain!
That’s Zul!
 The voodoo doll contains Zul's immortal resentment!
 One of Rasma’s best students!
 The noble hero who used his own power to stand in front of his teacher during the Necromancer's cleansing of the world!
 Self-sacrifice, hope for exile!
 He who is brave and fearful!
 And, a pioneer in pursuing the balance of human stance!
 Zur!
"Natsubo! You'd better not think that my teacher is just a spell caster! He is so powerful in close combat that it makes me despair!"
 The voodoo doll opened its mouth and let out a hearty laugh!
 He is not despairing!
He died under Rathma's scythe, but as the best necromancer besides Rathma! He was not soft enough to be killed easily!
 “Come on! Let me see the final outcome, life and death!”
Chapter completed!