"Creed one, I am the guardian of life and death, I uphold the dignity of the living and the dead;

Creed two, I am the balance of life and death, I defend the equilibrium of the living and the dead;

Creed three, I am the messenger of life and death, I listen to the will of the living and the dead;

Creed four, I am the chronicler of life and death, I write the stories of the living and the dead."

Laina recited a few simple sentences, but even these simple maxims were incredibly difficult for her to remember, not because she couldn't recall them clearly, but because she lacked the courage.

"You remember quite clearly! Not a single word wrong. It seems you did well as an apprentice," Abis closed his eyes, showing a satisfied expression. "Oh right, the second one, the second one, I seem to have forgotten the specific explanation. Could you please explain it to me?"

Laina swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Necromancers... cannot... kill unwilling living beings to turn them into undead, cannot use undead to slaughter the living for personal gain."

"You remember it quite clearly!" Abis suddenly opened his eyes, grabbing Laina's collar and lifting his upper body, shaking it violently. He angrily roared, "Setting traps, deceiving the living and then torturing them! Turning them into short-lived zombies that rot in the wild, commanding them to attack the living! That's what you recited in the creed! Damn beast, what have you been memorizing?!"

"I have my reasons..."

"You're only pursuing your own desires!"

"Wake up! Necromancers are no longer what they used to be!" Laina seemed to have snapped as well, hysterically shouting, "Today's necromancers, whether they are rogue necromancers of the necromantic school or the supreme necromancers of the undead council, no longer abide by these outdated maxims! The maxims are obsolete! The power of necromancers is not meant to serve the world, but to satisfy themselves! Sir, times have changed! You are not a god, you have no right to control other necromancers!"

"Ah--!" Abis forcefully threw Laina to the ground. He trembled all over, his blue-green eyes shining brightly in the darkness, beautiful yet extremely dangerous.

Flora was stunned. Since she first met Abis, he had always been calm and composed, with a slightly humorous demeanor, even a bit cute for a man. She never expected Abis to become so angry in front of an utterly defenseless rascal, and she never expected Abis to have such a fiery temper.

Recalling Abis' treatment of herself after she was resurrected - although a bit too familiar, he never forced her to do anything and respected her will; when he summoned the undead warhorse that obeyed his every command unconditionally, he treated it just like an ordinary horse and even praised it a little; today, behind the guild, he didn't kill the annoying and tyrannical apprentice on the spot. He seemed to really be abiding by these creeds.

Flora had only known Abis for a little more than a day since she woke up. She didn't understand Abis, didn't know how he would act in other situations, but she could clearly feel Abis' current emotions: it was not just anger, but more of a frustration. He hated himself for having the power of necromancy, but couldn't save those hearts that were still beating but had already begun to rot, and he couldn't awaken the precious creeds that had died in those people's hearts.

She slowly walked up and grabbed Abis' hand.

"You can do it." A gentle girl's voice sounded in Abis' ear.

The trembling on Abis' body suddenly stopped. His breathing, which had been disturbed by anger, gradually stabilized. Abis turned his head slightly and looked at Flora in surprise. The girl was looking at him with eyes as gentle as water, her lips pursed slightly, her expression sincere and determined.

She was the saint of the Holy See, the genius spirit master who overlooked the world. She couldn't trust a necromancer who used evil necromantic spells within a day, and had no obligation to understand the obsession of a boy who dealt with the dead all day long, but she still did.

Abis suddenly found that he wasn't angry anymore.

"I won't kill you." Abis' voice became calm. "But I will set your undead free."

"Freedom? Freedom?" Laina lay on the ground, his head bleeding from the fall, black blood flowing from the back of his head. He wore a crazy smile on his face as he questioned Abis, "What is freedom? Where does it come from for the weak?""Being able to fulfill one's own wishes with one's own hands is freedom,"Abis said coldly as he looked at him, then snapped his fingers.

After the snap, the zombies that were kneeling on the ground seemed to suddenly remember something. They raised their heads, and a glimmer of emotion appeared in their lifeless eyes. They sluggishly scanned the room, then locked their gaze on Laina lying on the ground and started groaning lowly as they stood up.

Laina looked at the approaching zombies with horror and hatred in their eyes, wanting to grab Abis' leg, but Abis easily dodged him.

"Roar!" The zombies let out a piercing roar simultaneously, then rushed towards the despairing Laina. The female elven zombie on the second floor even jumped down and pounced on Laina, biting his throat.

Laina couldn't even scream as he was torn into pieces by the mercenaries he had killed with his own hands earlier. A silent curse drifted out from his soul, but Abis caught it directly with his hand and put it into a ring he held.

After venting their anger, the zombies no longer looked foolish. They lined up in front of Abis and knelt down neatly. This time, there was no panic in their worship. A feeling of respect emanated from these dissipating spirits. Holding Abis' hand, Flora standing beside him could feel the gratitude of these dead and the relief of avenging their enemies.

"Flora, your job has begun," Abis said. "The undead have fulfilled their wishes. You need to summon holy light to dissolve their immortal bodies and let their souls rest."

"I can't use holy light magic, that's Spirits..." Flora quickly shook her head.

"Who said you can't use Spirits anymore?" Abis shrugged. "Do you really think you are one of those lowly undead who fear holy light?"

"Huh?" Flora widened her eyes in surprise, then tried to reach out her hand to the kneeling zombies in front of her and recited a melodious prayer.

Her palm seemed to bloom like a sun, emanating a bright golden light that was difficult to open the eyes. In an instant, it evaporated the dust and cobwebs in the room, and the warm feeling that touched the soul surprised Flora. The zombies raised their heads, showing joy on their faces. Their bodies quickly dissolved into ashes in the powerful Spirits released by Flora, and countless golden dots floated out of the ashes and disappeared into the air.

"Welcome back, Flora the Saint," Abis winked at Flora. "Now, you are still the most outstanding Spirits practitioner on the continent."