An S-ranked Party’s Burden Tamer, I Awoke My True Power by Killing a Familiar ~The Exiled Tamer is Actually the Only Necromancer in the World. Unknowingly Becoming the Strongest While Enjoying this Excess Power~ - 212 212 Showdown ③

“Nh… after all, the contents are missing, and I can’t help it”

With the tone of Mail, but with Milleolo’s madness, you can say such a word.

As part of the magical reward, the suddenly filled ambush took the life of one of its former allies, with little meaning.

I wanted to dedicate myself to sin, and I meant to fulfill my wish because I said so, but it seems that the words were only for Quéla.

Quéla relies on her own remains.

“Mail is no longer interested in fading or quellas.”

“Nh… continue”

“Really… no, I don’t need it anymore.”

Milm, Ray and Ace cleaned up the surroundings.

No matter who looks at it anymore, it wasn’t the life we could save…

“[Necromance]”

–Ghost Necromance Successful

–Gould’s Necromance Succeeded

–Successful Necromance of Skeleton

– Les’ necromance succeeded.

–Levanant’s Necromance Successful

─ ─ Necromance of the Ghost…..

In addition to the opponents the Mills did, they activated their abilities at the signs of death that they felt around them.

As we were aiming for, the death caused by Mileoro was spreading here.

Countless deaths empower me.

“Nothing has changed to the extent of Thor now.”

“Not necessarily.Thanks to Mail, I remember one thing. ”

The movement of the Fade remains may have been a meaningless ambush for the opponent.

But it meant a lot to me.

― ― Extra Skill Premium Swordsmanship has evolved into a unique skill Swordsmanship of the Brave

Based on the power gained, I saw the appearance of the “brave man” in front of me, and my abilities blossomed.Superior Swordsmanship was once a skill acquired by absorbing Fade’s abilities.

Nothing. I’m not good at magic.

Speaking of magic, I met the best Mail on the continent with magic rewards because my unique skills were not physically attacked.

“Eh…?”

My sword pierced the small body of Mail like it sewed through his breath for a moment.