King Alexander-Andrew continued: "After the female magician betrayed me, I suddenly realized that I was old and my days in this world were numbered. My sons and relatives were eager for me to die so that they could carve me up. A powerful empire. The empire I have fought for all my life must not be handed over to these cowardly and mediocre guys! So I accepted the suggestion of my chief magician Nicholas and performed a huge magic ritual."
"Magic ritual?" Ryan was quite interested in this matter, so he asked, "What kind of magic ritual is it?"
"That is a magic ritual that can keep me young forever. My chief magician Nicholas told me that in this world, there are different races, including gods, demons, dragons, humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs. ... They are both lives, so why are their lifespans completely different? Gods and demons have almost infinite lives, while dragons can live for thousands or tens of thousands of years, while we humans only have a lifespan of a hundred years. , as for the extremely weak Snow Elephant Rabbit, it only has less than ten years to live, why is this?"
"My chief magician told me that this is because the total life span of the race is the same. The more individuals there are, the less life spans they are allocated. The gods and demons can only count a few dozen characters, but what about humans? ? Tens of millions! He proposed a crazy plan. If it succeeds, then I can also have a long life."
"So, under my mausoleum, he personally supervised the construction of a huge magic circle. When the time was right, I summoned all my blood relatives in the world to come here in the name of selecting a successor, and brought them here. Kill them all, nourish my corpse with their blood, and rejuvenate me with their lives.”
King Alexander-Andrew actually said such a bloody thing as if it was nothing.
"You! You, you..." When Ryan first heard about such a human tragedy, he was so angry that he couldn't speak. He pointed at King Alexander-Andrew on the high platform with a trembling finger and said: "Are all emperors so cruel? You, look what you have done!”
King Alexander-Andrew looked at Ryan silently, his face expressionless in the face of the young magician's accusation, as if he was not responsible for the human tragedy just now.
"Hu~hu~" The kind-hearted Ryan's heart that beat faster due to shock slowly returned to calm. He was breathing heavily, and he didn't know how to accuse King Alexander-Andrew. The only thing Ryan could do was, I can only say these few very pale words.
Looking at King Alexander-Andrew sitting high on the throne, Ryan gradually regained his senses. Things had happened for a long time, and it was meaningless to accuse him now. The key was that King Alexander-Andrew told what these secrets were. intention.
"What do you want?" Ryan asked in a disgusted tone. I believe that if he hadn't been deep in the huge tomb, Ryan might have walked away long ago.
"Kill me!" King Alexander-Andrew said these words firmly, and his plain tone became a little eager: "Only in this way can all this be broken!"
"Huh?" Ryan looked at King Alexander-Andrew with some surprise. This was the second time that the latter made this request. "Why, isn't it what you want now?"
King Alexander-Andrew fell into deep silence again, and the sound of crying slowly began to sound in the quiet corner of the palace, and gradually began to expand. Every member of the Six Arrows mercenary group couldn't help but start to twitch in their hearts: "Is this the accusation of the dead blood relatives against their unfair fate?"
"Do you know?" King Alexander-Andrew suddenly spoke: "Young little magic." Along with King Alexander-Andrew's words, the cries floating in the palace seemed to hear a voice that frightened them, and immediately fell silent.
"When doing many things, the person doing them will think that he is absolutely right, but often the result of the development of things is the opposite. When you get to that point, you are often out of control."
"Like this damn magic ritual?"
"Yes! King Alexander-Andrew, who always spoke with dignity and plainness, couldn't help but let out a weak sigh when he heard these words: "After paying a huge price, the ceremony was indeed successful, but, but I didn't As expected, he came back from the dead, regained his youth, and became what he is now. No life, no death, but can only wander in this dark tomb forever. "
"Is it because of the magic circle?" Ryan keenly captured the meaning hidden in King Alexander-Andrew's words, and asked: "No wonder you want to possess that black armor."
"Yes, young magician. Your knowledge far exceeds your age. Under the palace where we are, there is a set of huge magic arrays. The center of the magic array is surrounded by a pool of blood, which is constantly churning. The blood is the blood of all my bloodlines. Because of their surrender, the blood pool will roll endlessly, and as long as my strength weakens slightly, they will cry unyieldingly!"
"Four hundred years! It's been four hundred years!" King Alexander-Andrew suddenly became excited: "Do you know? I've been wandering here alone for four hundred years! At the beginning, I was very happy because I had transcended. Human bondage, I don’t need to eat or sleep, I am always full of energy.”
"But I soon discovered that I did gain a lot, but I lost even more, freedom! Do you understand, young magician, I lost my freedom! I can only move within the scope of the magic circle. No matter how hard you try, you can't break free of it. Do you know what that means?"
King Alexander-Andrew yelled out of control: "Damn freedom, damn freedom, this invisible and intangible thing! No one can speak, can't see the bright sunshine, can't even leave this palace! The only thing! The fun is to put in those lucky grave robbers, play with them slowly, and listen to their agonizing wails, just like a cat catching food! This is the only fun I have had in the past four hundred years. "
King Alexander-Andrew's words made Berry and others tremble with fear. If he hadn't been lucky enough to invite the magician Ryan to join him, I'm afraid that the next toy of the immortal guy in front of him would be himself. It would be worse than falling into the legendary Netherland and becoming one of those The slaves of the evil drow are worse than dead.
"Come on, young magician, I solemnly beg you, please destroy that damn magic circle and restore it all. Immortality and eternal youth, let them go to hell. Use you. Use your magic to destroy everything. Aren't you angry? Aren't you accusing me loudly? Come on, I am the guy covered in blood. What are you waiting for? Let's do it!"
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