"Beth, Beth..." After a moment of shock, Rodriguez rushed over and swept up his beloved daughter.

  "Father, I...Im so cold!" Little Beths whole body was shaking, and she could barely open her eyes to look at Rodrigues. Her small head couldnt understand how a few sips of wine could make her feel this way. Her lifeless eyes looked over at her mother, Senia, who was not far away, and with great difficulty, she raised her hand, hoping to be taken into her mothers arms. But the young mother covered her mouth, her eyes wide with fear, as if her soul had already left her body, and she didnt move.

  In an instant, she felt her mother suddenly became a stranger, drifting further and further away from her!

  "Beth, dont close your eyes, Father is taking you to see the pastor. Uncle John will have a way, hell have a way!" Rodriguez tightly hugged his increasingly dizzy daughter and strode out. At this moment, he hated himself for choosing to practice necromancy in the first place, hated himself for not spending a few hundred crystal coins to buy some holy water for home use!

  Hugging her body, which was getting colder and colder, with bloodstains all over her, as if her blood vessels had burst, Rodriguez strode out. Perhaps it was the hurry, perhaps it was the exhaustion of not resting for several days, but she accidentally stepped on a slippery ice block and fell to the ground with a "crack". Whats worse, suddenly her whole body went limp, and even biting her teeth couldnt get her to climb up, with bloodstains emerging from her nose, ears, and eyes!

  "Fell into the enemys curse, or..."

  In a state of great shock, Rodriguez quickly drew out the small magic wand he carried with him and prepared to cast a protective spell. His reaction was swift, but unfortunately, it was still one step too late! With a "whooshing" sound, a sharp crossbow bolt flew in, accurately hitting his chest and piercing deep into his body. Soon, the wound turned pitch black and rapidly spread outwards, clearly the bolt had been coated with deadly poison.

  "Haha, Master Rodriguez, dont struggle anymore, just go in peace, Ill take good care of your wife!" Just as Rodriguez was powerless to struggle, a tall warrior emerged from the darkness, speaking. Rodriguez focused his eyes and saw that it was none other than Earl Wester, the most powerful man in the city.

  "You... you two..." Looking at the coldly smiling Count Vestber, then at his wife Senya who had flung herself into his arms like a little bird, Rodriguez quickly understood what was going on. His heart seething with anger, he realized that he had almost carelessly drunk the poisonous wine set up by this adulterous couple.

  He never expected that, after working hard to make a living and bringing back gifts with joy, his beloved wife had already fallen into another mans arms and was determined to kill him together with her lover!

  "Why, Xeniya, tell me why even ten-year-old Beth is not spared, why..." Holding his icy cold body tightly and closing his eyes, Rodriguez stared at his wife in the distance. He never thought that his gentle and kind-hearted wife would poison him, nor did he expect her to spare not even their own daughter.

  "No, not like that!" Sonya exclaimed, clinging to Count Vesters right hand. "Vester, tell me, why did a cup of mulled wine with just a little added opium turn out this way, why?"

  "Huh? Why?" Looking at the bewildered Senya, Count Vestber said coldly: "If we dont kill Rodrig one day, can we be at ease together? Persecuting a noble-born great magician is a capital offense in the Empire. Do you still want to let him go and have him appeal to the king, letting the soldiers take us to the guillotine? As for that little girl, shes simply looking for her own death!"

  Guillotine?

  When Viscount Wester said this, Sanya shuddered all over and turned pale. The law of the Empire was very strict, if the news leaked out, even if Westers power was great, it would be difficult to cover up! At that time, no one could escape!

  Is it going to end like this, dying at the hands of these two dogs?

  Look at the treacherous wife, Senya, look at the ruthless Earl Wester, and look at his daughter Beth, who died in his own arms. Rodriguez was unwilling to die like this. Even if he had no whole corpse, he would take the adulterous couple with him to bury them together. After a moment of contemplation, he summoned several skull guards holding bone knives and whispered softly.

  After cultivating to become a dark grand magician, he had few means of saving people, but he had many killing spells! Soon, a strong energy fluctuation condensed in the air, and strands of faint black gas appeared around him, growing thicker and thicker!

  "No good, Wonsoul Toxic Fog, quick, stop him quickly!"

  After feeling something was off, the tall Viscount Wester burst over in a panic and cut down a skeletons sternum with a single slash of his sword, engaging several skeletons in fierce combat. After hesitating for a moment, Senya pulled out a magic wand and began to softly chant, rapidly firing off several explosive fireballs.

  As a senior warrior, Earl Westers strength was boundless and his aura was beyond the reach of ordinary people. Under full attack, coupled with Senias explosive fireball assistance, Rodrigues summoned skulls were quickly defeated.

  "Damn you, dark sorcerer, die, die!" Feeling the increasingly intense energy fluctuations in the air, Earl Westerburg instinctively sensed a strong danger and frantically attacked Rodrigues, who was loudly muttering to himself. One slash, two slashes, three slashes... Unexpectedly, even after being cut off one hand, Rodrigues still continued to chant his long incantation with an unchanged expression, getting faster and faster! The black air in the atmosphere grew thicker, emitting a wave of foul-smelling odors.

  "Heavens! This isnt the Wandering Souls Toxic Fog, its the legendary Corpse Witchs Great Technique. Quick, stop him!"

  The dark aura surrounding them grew thicker, and Westerburg thought it was just the usual necromancy used by dark mages. However, as Rodriks wife of over a decade, Sanya knew this was actually the legendary Corpse Witch King spell. According to Rodrik, he had stumbled upon this long-lost necromancy in the Magic Guild library years ago. Once cast successfully, the enemy within the dark aura would rapidly decay into an undead or skeleton; the caster themselves would become a lich, falling to the terrible realm of the dead and becoming an undead that could never be revived for eternity.

  "Haha, Ill become a corpse witch thats neither human nor ghost, and I will never let you all off!"

  Rodriguez was beheaded by Count Westerbork, who spat out his last syllable with a pained expression and then burst into laughter. His body grew fainter and fainter, drawn to the afterlife by an irresistible force. Meanwhile, Count Westerbork and Xeniya let out loud wails, clutching their heads as they rolled around on the ground, their muscles rapidly decaying to reveal stark white bones.

  "Beth, my lovely and pitiful daughter, farewell!" Looking at the cold body of his daughter, Rodríguez left behind a few tears, the last tears of a generation of corpse witches in the mortal world.

  From then on, whether facing the powerful witch or the ferocious Bone Dragon King, he no longer had any fear or sadness; his heart had long been frozen since the day his daughter Beth closed her eyes. Until one day, he met the master of the later generations known as the Demon Beast King, also known as the Demon King - Yang Ling.