The Necromancer sits on a high throne of bones.
The dark blue ghost fire illuminated the cold and dark cave. The water droplets dripped steadily from the top of the rock and fell into the bottomless pool. The countless layers of white bones shone with a cold light, filled with a dark breath of death.
He never thought he would lose so badly.
In the field of undead incantation, he can be regarded as a genius that is rare in thousands of years. Even the extremely difficult forbidden arts can be easily mastered by him. The lich and skeletons he feeds with human essence and blood are almost unmatched, even if The Templar knights who are a hundred times bigger than him are no problem. However, this pride has been defeated so thoroughly today that he cannot accept it at all.
The Necromancer gritted his teeth.
He can feel that the other party has not been exposed to many undead spells, which is almost zero in this regard, but...
That man's affinity for the dark element is just terrifying.
Those elements that usually require complicated spells to be forced to be forced, but in front of that young man, they were as affectionate and docile as a tame domestic dog. Just by hooking their fingers easily, they would rush frantically and be used by him willingly.
For mages, this is simply overwhelmingly terrifying.
The necromancer stared at the phantom that appeared on the magic stone in front of him.
A young man's face appeared in the floating curse lines, with handsome facial features, a contemptuous and indifferent expression, a rebellious gleam flashing in the dark pupils, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, appearing rather cynical.
This is the message from the reverse side of the continent, the human beings that the demons demanded their full attention to find.
Those eyes and the picture in the memory slowly overlapped.
The sharp lines of the eyes are sharp and sharp, the dark pupils are deep and cold, and there is a touch of banter and indifference hidden in them.
Whenever he thinks of those eyes, the necromancer trembles uncontrollably.
It was the fear surging from the depths of the soul, the instinctive trembling and surrender to the enemy who was a hundred times stronger than himself.
He... Is he really human
Although the seal 30,000 years ago sealed all the followers of the dark god on the opposite side of the continent, if someone told him that this was an out-and-out dark creature, he would believe it without hesitation.
However, the man actually let him go at the last moment and left in a hurry.
Although the Necromancer didn't know the reason for the other party's departure, he knew very clearly that this was an opportunity for him.
Although it was said that apart from the young man, the rest of the people had no power to fight back, but the necromancer didn't dare to stay, for fear that the other party would change his mind, so when the other party's figure disappeared, he tore it open at the fastest speed. Scroll, and ran away quickly.
It was so close.
Just a little bit, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back.
However, before he could have a good taste of the joy of the rest of his life, he just listened to the sound of footsteps coming from the deep corridor in the distance—
Steady, slow, rhythmic footsteps, absorbed and amplified by the walls of the cave, appear eerie and ominous.
- Intruder! ! ! !
But... the vigilance spell he set up around wasn't touched!
A signal of danger flashed through the mind of the necromancer, and cold sweat instantly leaked out. He suddenly stood up from the chair where the human skull was condensed, and murmured a spell quickly in his mouth. The remaining lich and skeleton were summoned and walked towards the footstep The direction of the sound quickly swept away, but it was silently absorbed by the darkness like a drop of water falling into a deep pool.
There was no trace of stagnation in the footsteps.
The necromancer was cruel, and he kept singing in his mouth, and the dark elements in the air condensed into an overwhelming icy dark light, all aligned in the direction of the sound.
The blue ghost fire jumped in the cave, reflected on the pale bones.
Finally, a tall figure stepped into the light.
At that moment, all the blades were unleashed!
"Tsk."
A contemptuous snort sounded from a distance, and then was instantly engulfed by the darkness. In the next second, a sharp cold light flashed from the air, like some kind of unstoppable blade, it actually cut the spells in the air—what? ?
The necromancer's eyes widened, and he stepped back in cold sweat, almost unable to believe his own eyes.
In this world, how can there be an existence that can cut off the spell that has been cast
At this time, the other party has stepped out of the darkness.
It was a man with black hair and black clothes. He was tall, with a face as handsome as a god. Under his high eyebrows, there were a pair of scarlet cockroaches. There was an almost inhuman cruelty in the depths of those eyes. At the moment of passing, the blood of the Necromancer seemed to be frozen in an instant.
He flinched back, trembling, but the man still walked slowly towards him.
His expression was calm, and his voice was low, like the vibrato of a piano string swaying in the air: "I found you."
The necromancer could not understand the meaning of his words, but he was frightened by a certain quality in his voice, and the extreme fear for no reason grabbed his mind, this kind of terrifying cold that seemed to be suppressed by the soul. It made his liver and gallbladder split, and he could barely move.
The man walked to him, slowly bent down and raised his right hand hanging by his side:
"Did you touch him with this hand?"
The necromancer was almost speechless, and could only wait for his eyes, watching the skin of his hand dry and crack in an instant, revealing the bright red muscle tissue underneath, but not a drop of blood oozes out, and then, the skin The underlying mechanism twitched and contracted, clinging to the bone like a layer of charred and dried grease—and then he felt the pain.
He hissed in horror and misery, his voice amplified by the cave and echoing through the walls.
The man's blood-colored pupils did not fluctuate at all, stared at him silently and coldly, and asked softly, "Is there any other place?"
The necromancer trembled on the ground holding his hand that had been completely abolished, saliva dripped from his lips, and the muffled voice was caught in the throat that shrank and trembled in fear, and the lungs made a humming sound like a broken bellows. , Because of the excessive panic, he couldn't say a word.
"It's been too long, and I can't smell his residual smell on you." The man said lightly: "If you don't cooperate, I'll have to do it myself."
He raised a well-knotted hand and squeezed it hard in the void.
A thin layer of gray fog was pulled out from the Necromancer's forehead. The Necromancer wailed in pain, his entire body twisted and deformed in that terrifying pain, as if he was suffering invisible torture.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was reading something.
A few minutes later, he raised his eyebrows, looked at the undead mage lying on the ground, and whispered with an almost cold compassion:
"If that's the case, then you don't need to exist anymore."
The necromancer's twisted limbs were instantly shrunken and drained on the wall, and the blue ghost fire finally beat a few times and went out.
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After chatting with Elinor that day, another half month has passed.
The time spent in the cave always passed by so fast, and it flew by almost without even noticing it.
Ge Xiu was curled up on the blanket covered with gorgeous white fur, and most of his body was buried in it.
An old open book was placed over his face, obscuring his face.
Killing God.
It is far more difficult to do than to say.
The gods of the light camp retreated to the realm of the gods after the war 30,000 years ago. After the beginning of the human era, they rarely appeared in the mainland. Only gods with godheads can enter the realm of the gods. The gods inflict any substantial damage.
God's love for the world has always been a well-meaning lie. For the gods in high places, a hundred years is just a flick of a finger. There is no possibility.
To make matters worse, when Elinor was deprived of his divine status, all memories related to the divine domain disappeared at the same time.
The way to kill a god is harder to find than one might imagine.
Ge Xiu yawned lazily.
Over time, he became more and more sleepy.
He blinked the tears from the corners of his eyes and rolled over in the soft fur.
If someone who knows the goods sees the fur under his body, they will be shocked. This is the fur of a rare giant beast that lives on the 10,000-meter icefield. They are ferocious by nature, rare in number, and extremely difficult to catch. At auction, their tiny pieces can fetch sky-high prices, and even an imperial emperor wouldn't necessarily be able to own a full coat, let alone use it lavishly as a blanket.
However, in this cave, compared to the empty space before, there is more than just such a blanket.
During this time, Eileno has been bringing back countless things, and he has a strange idea for no reason, it seems that whatever has the potential to improve the quality of life of Gexiu deserves to be brought back. — And there is almost no end to his thoughts, as if no treasure is good enough, and no amount of wealth is enough.
This urge is almost instinctive.
Soon, those rare treasures collected from all over the mainland will fill the originally empty cave. As long as Ge Xiu thinks, he will even smash the rare chalcedony, just to listen to the crisp sound, there will be The priceless fur is spread under the body as a blanket for sleeping every day - it is a luxury that the emperor can't even imagine.
Although Ge Xiu has no need to eat for a long time, he can meet the needs of survival by absorbing the energy in the living body, and the need for ordinary substances is even lower to almost no, but he still cannot annihilate the unreasonable and endless persistence of Leno. read.
Every time Ge Xiu opened his eyes, there would always be more things in front of him.
It feels... like a cat throwing its killed prey on the gate and staring at you expectantly.
In the end, Ge Xiu didn't even bother to stop it.
In addition to these extravagant pastimes, there were the mountains of books that he had commissioned Eleanor to collect.
From the incantation textbooks issued daily in the empire, to the ancient scrolls written on parchment, to the secret inscriptions engraved on the slate, from humans, elves, dwarves, to the remains of the demons on the front of the continent, there are almost everything. The entire sprawling space piles up into a library of terrifying capacity.
During this period of time, Ge Xiu has been reading voraciously, learning the written language of each race, looking for clues about the gods in the spiritual civilization crystals left by them, and practicing from the vast sea of magic books. Master the methods of manipulating elements.
His affinity for dark elements is very strong, but his mastery of incantation is extremely unfamiliar, and he has not received relevant training at all, which leads to his victory in most battles either by tricks or simple and rude absolute crushing. pressure.
Although these methods worked in the past, his health is getting worse now, and it may be much harder to think about doing so in the future.
Ge Xiu rubbed his eyes sleepily, feeling the drowsiness further eroding his sanity.
At this moment, a shadow appeared in front of him, blocking the light above his head.
Ge Xiu yawned again, raised his eyelids slowly, looked at the giant wolf beside him, and said hello lazily:
"you're back?"
The giant wolf bent down a little, the scarlet scorpion was like a pool of blood in the light, and the iris reflected the small figure of the boy curled up. He gently arched the belly of Gong Gexiu with the tip of his wet nose, moved the tip of his nose, He sniffed softly on the slender body of the boy.
-there is none left.
The abrupt and discordant aura has completely disappeared, leaving only his own taste - domineeringly occupying every corner, every crevice, until it is completely covered.
The giant wolf squinted slightly and seemed very satisfied.
The author has something to say: Today's wolves are possessive wolves
Necromancer: ... I'm so miserable!