Chapter 859 The Blessing Of Death

Chapter 859 The Blessing Of Death

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FLUOOOSH!

As I changed my main Talent, I felt a surge of new power. Four Talents unified as one was a big thing, even if two of them were four stars initially, their power was elevated thanks the other two.

Ding!

[You've chosen the [Divine Summoner: ★★★★★] and [Spirit Necromancer: ★★★★★] Talents to combine with the [Blood King Grandmaster Summoner: ★★★★] Talent!]

[To Compensate for the requirements of Energy and Resources, you've paid 2000 Stat Points and 2000 Skill Points.]

[All three Talents have merged together, creating the [Divine Spirit Blood King Necromancer Summoner: ★★★★★] Talent!]

[The power of the [Spirit Necromancer] Talent is being ingrained into your very [Origin Core]!]

[The power of the [Blood King] Talent has begun to evolve within your [Origin Core]!]

[Both the power of the [Divine Summoner] and the [Grandmaster Summoner] have the same wavelengths, their powers have merged perfectly within your [Origin Core]!]

[All Talents have fully merged; you now possess four Talents into one!]

[As a result of possessing a Quadruple Talent, from now on, each Level will supply 80 Stat Points and Skill Points instead.]

"Wait, what? 80?!"

I felt shocked as I stepped back, still trying to process what I just saw...

But that wasn't the end of it!

TRUUMMM...!

The more I tried to gauge my new power, the more it felt like it was engulfing my entire body and soul...

Having Four Talents into one was something that might have never happened before.

The sheer pressure of them weighting into my [Origin Core], which is the Core of a Soul, was immense!

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"Ugh...!"

"Master! What's wrong?"

Eleanora panicked, but I calmed her down by waving my hand.

"This isn't something I cannot bear."

Suddenly, new essences surged from my body. A bright, white light surged from my human arm, while a black, abyssal and phantasmal force surged from my demonic arm.

Both reached my chest, fusing into my Spirit Orb!

To think I would learn such a valuable piece of information.

I suppose the Holy Spirits are not as simple as they made themselves up to be.

"But then...?"

"I can manifest a part of myself within their Holy Spirit Realm, though I rarely do so. I find comfort in staying here and sleeping."

"So that's why... But why am I here?"

"Well..."

The gigantic skull slowly approached me, glaring into my very soul.

"Because you died."

"What?!"

I took a step back, touching my own body... It felt cold as ice, and it wasn't my body. It was my bare soul that had been dragged here.

I didn't even realize... The power of the Holy Spirit of Death is incredible.

However, even in this situation, I kept my focus.

"So this was the aftereffect of embracing the Necromancer Talent?" I asked him.

"Indeed. A reason why those that carry my power grow insane is because they must first meet me in person, for me to bestow upon them this power... It cannot be handled by any of my siblings except me." He spoke. "They usually experience it as a bad nightmare, but they do temporarily die."

"It is part of walking into this path then..." I said.

I had never walked into the path of a Necromancer before, but thanks to Saphira, I had acquired enough knowledge about its arts.

She is a special case, born with a strong connection to Death since birth, but I am different, I had to take it and embrace it.

Why I choose Spirit Necromancer as a Talent? Well, it was mostly on a whim, but I wanted to see what it could do with my other abilities.

"Your Soul has become the recipient for five Talents now, it is not something that must have been originally intended..." Sighed the Holy Spirit of Death. "However, your Soul by itself is very strong, stronger than any other mortal in Spiritias. Perhaps because of that, it can hold so many Talents at once... Amusing. You're truly our champion. I bless you with the Stigma of Death. Now go back to your body, before it loses all its warmth."

FLAAASH!

His bone-like finger touched my chest, imbuing upon it a "stigma", in the form of a skull, some candles, and a scythe.

The Stigma of Death...

"Thank you, I'll use this power well."

"I hope so..."

Before I could speak any more, I woke up.

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