To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent

Chapter 88

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Lord Skeleton opened his eyes.

The place was different from what he remembered. In his impression, the Black Lake Divine Realm is an endless black ocean with calm water, gloomy sky, and disturbingly empty space.

But now, he was standing in a gray desert. The sky is still very gloomy, and the surroundings are still empty and silent, but there is no shadow of "lake water" here.

He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the plane was thinner and opened the wrong way? Could it be that what Yriel found was not the Black Lake at all, but an unknown and strange plane

He closed his eyes, calmed his heartbeat, and used his skin and breath to sense the whole world... No, there is no wrong place in the thinner plane, this place is the Black Lake. Heihu has no house number and no reception desk, he can perceive with his soul that this is indeed his birthplace.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized the change in himself. He changed back to his original form, with devil horns, a skull, fire in his eyes, a tall body, and black scales... His hands became so hard, it was not suitable for hugging soft humans at all, even if it was just holding hands, he had to pay attention Don't use too much force, otherwise human slender fingers can't bear it...

Thinking of these, he made up his mind. His human mage was in his arms, held horizontally by him, with his head resting on his shoulder, his eyes half-closed, a little dazed because of the reverse fall.

The maharaja stood there for a long time holding the mage, until the mage squirmed in his arms.

"No way..." Burris looked at the sky in a daze, "Is this really the Black Lake?"

Lott said: "It should be. But the Black Lake in my impression is not like this. Wait a minute, let me think about it..." He recalled the content in "Midnight Chronicle", which has a lot of records about the Black Lake God Realm, But the description of the topography is very vague, "Uh, I'm not sure, maybe I remembered it wrong... maybe there is no absolute shape here."

Burris has also read "Chronicle", and he also wants to find some clues from the corners of his mind to judge whether the situation here is normal... But he can't remember it, the content of those two ancient books is too much, too much. It was so heavy that he got a headache whenever he recalled it.

Lott asked: "Boris, you humans can't remember the picture of just being born?"

"Of course, the baby's eyesight is extremely poor, and the brain is not yet developed."

"That's it," Lott said, "I used to think that the Black Lake was a lake, just like the sea... Maybe I remembered wrongly. At that time, I was just a ball of energy, without even a stable form, and my eyesight must be better than that of the sea. The baby was worse. I never came back after that, at most I only dreamed about it."

Burris looked around. "So, 'Black Lake' isn't actually a lake?"

Religious classics and the ancient "Chronicle" all say that the Black Lake is liquid, and that the souls of the dead must first pass through the Black Lake, wash away their sins in the lake, and then reach the Hall of the Dead and get a peaceful eternal sleep. People with deeper sins walk more slowly and sink deeper, while people with unforgivable sins will continue to sink in the lake, and they will not be able to rise up until they don't know when... Because the evil in their souls is too heavy, it is difficult to reach the other side.

If the Black Lake is not a lake, but a desolate Gobi, how can the sinner's soul "sink"? How to "clean"

Thinking of this, Boris suddenly realized: "Is it because... I am a living person?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Uh... can you put me down first."

"No," Lott said, "I don't want to put you down. You say what you think first."

"I'm not injured, I can stand on my own. I was a little uncomfortable because of Odette, and I'm fine now."

Lott asked, "Why did you come down? Is it because I look a little ugly? Or is it because my arms are so hard that they hurt you?"

"No..." Boris blushed inexplicably.

"Since it's not, why are you in a hurry? Let me hold you for a while." Lott insisted, "I have been forced to enter the Black Lake, so let me use this to comfort myself. You continue to talk about the topic just now , so what if you are alive?"

Burris sighed and had to cooperate. Although he didn't understand Maharaja's logic at all. He said: "The book says what will happen to the soul of the dead, but I am not a dead person. I am not only alive, but also have a complete body. Maybe only the energy body and the soul can see the lake, but the gods and the living can see it." , is another form of this face.”

Lott nodded: "That makes sense. No wonder the Guardians of the Black Lake and the Lord of Purgatory have been able to toss here for a long time. If it is really a boundless lake, don't they spend every day in the water..."

Boris sighed: "When their strength is exhausted and they become ordinary souls, they will see the lake water..."

"So what do we do now?" Lotte asked.

Burris said: "If you want to go out, you can only inherit the power of the Black Lake and become the new master of God's Domain. Otherwise, we can only be trapped here forever until our power is exhausted and we become souls."

Lot took two casual steps with the mage in his arms, and the scenery in all directions on the Gobi was similar. "Yriel insists on getting me here, what benefit can he get?"

"I probably understand his purpose," Boris said. "Before I was thrown in, my analysis circle had basically run out... That's right, those black ice cones are a kind of physical spell cluster, and it has three parallel spell clusters." First, it plays the simplest binding role, allowing the three creations to accept all spells honestly; second, it strengthens the power attributes of the creations themselves, so that they can radiate power without reservation; third, in the A triggering spell was implanted in their bodies in advance. When something happens, the three creations will start to execute the preset orders regardless of their state... "

"What order were they implanted?" Lott asked.

"Creation is the 'anchor' of the true god, my lord," Boris said. "As long as there is a creation, the true god can enter and leave the realm of gods and the human world at will. If there is no creation, even if the demigod inherits power and becomes a true god, he will still be trapped in the gods. You are not allowed to leave the area. You already knew this, so you wanted to find the Black Lake, right?"

"Yes, but now I..." Lot stopped to ponder for a moment, and said honestly, "Actually... I lied a little before. I told Yriel that I don't want the Black Lake anymore, it was just to annoy him on purpose .I still kind of want to come here... I've been thinking about this for too many years, and I don't give up so easily, but I hate being coerced into doing things, and I prefer to achieve my goals slowly. So, why does Yriel want me to inherit the black? Lake? What order did he implant in Odette and the others?"

Burris said: "What he implanted is not a new order, but just let them play the role of 'anchor'. After you successfully inherit the Black Lake, the creators will start to call you and forcibly pull you back to the world. Even if you You don’t even have to stay in the Black Lake. This kind of compulsive call will generate great power, and at the same time bring you back, it will also tear a gap in the plane... At that time, the Black Lake will no longer be separated from the human world, but are in direct contact with each other…”

Lotte finished for him: "This is not good. There are elements of God's Domain in the Black Lake, and the power of the undead accumulated for tens of millions of years... This is a place where evil is deposited. If the Black Lake pours into the world, the effect will be like Spreading a plague on the city... even worse than the plague. I still don't understand, what good does it do Yriel? Does he think he can control the power of the Black Lake?"

Burris said: "He can't, but he has Odette. Odette's body and soul are occupied by him. As long as Odette can control something, he can control it. At that time, if you want Fighting him, I'm afraid he's getting what he wants."

"No! That's where he's wrong!" Lot said, "He thinks that Odette has the power of God's Domain, so he can sort out the power of the Black Lake for him...but he's wrong! Odette can't do it! "

Boris asked him why, and he explained: "When Odette combs the elements, he will use the most 'normal' and 'main' elements in the plane as the standard, and sort out many elements into a uniform and peaceful state..."

"I understand." Boris frowned, "When the Black Lake pours into the human world, Odette will only use the Black Lake as a benchmark to sort out the elements... This will turn the human world into a plane of the undead! The human world will no longer be suitable Living people, life will directly transform from life to death... Moreover, Yriel and Odette are also 'living creatures', and in the end, they themselves are doomed..."

Lot sneered and said, "Isn't it? Yriel didn't even think about it, and he dared to imagine leading the dead in the world..."

Boris said: "At that time, Yriel will have no self-awareness. After the living creature is naturally transformed into a dead spirit, it cannot retain its personality in life. Anyone who can retain consciousness is because he has passed through Casting spells, such as a mage can transform himself into a lich, can transfer his soul to a young bald man without ears... these are all achievable, because these are arcane effects. However, in the absence of human intervention, natural formation The necromancers cannot retain their former personality. The most obvious example is that we necromancers can awaken corpses, no matter what the identities of those corpses were, they have no mind after being awakened."

Lott asked: "If the black lake descends on the human world, and the living people are directly transformed into dead, is this also a natural phenomenon? Doesn't it count as human intervention?"

"Yes, because this is not arcane," Burris said. "Of course, the transformation takes some time, and it can't be completed in an instant. People may still struggle every few days..."

Lotte's hands suddenly trembled. Burris hugged him subconsciously, and he stabilized his hands again, finally not throwing Burris off.

"What's the matter?" Burris asked, "seriously, you might as well put me down... what's the point of that..."

"Just now... what did we talk about just now..." The fire in Lotter's eyes shrank into a small dot.

"I told you to put me down..."

"No, not this. What we were talking about just now is that if the Black Lake descends on the human world, living things will be gradually transformed into undead..."

"That's it..."

Lot stared at the mage in his arms: "What did you say earlier... You said, we can't see the lake because we..."

Because they are living creatures. Only the dead souls can see the lake, and the gods and the living see another form of the Black Lake.

And... In the Black Lake, living creatures will gradually transform into undead, and then lose their former personalities.

Both fell silent. After a while, Lott asked, "Why don't you hurry up and think of some spells... Didn't you say that arcane spells can preserve the consciousness of the soul?"

Boris shook his head slowly and said, "No... I didn't prepare. Those spells are very troublesome, and you can't cast them empty-handed..."

"Then what should I do... I can't even kiss you... I don't have any spells that can help you..." Lot lowered his head angrily. Since his strength deteriorated, he couldn't save the dying human beings, nor could he heal the objectively existing injuries. Now he couldn't help Burris at all.

If he doesn't inherit the Black Lake, and keeps standing here for a long time, his mage will gradually change from a living person to a dead spirit. Then, perhaps, he would have looked at the desolate land, and the mage would have vanished from his arms, merging into a lake he could not see.

If he inherits the Black Lake, he will be dragged back to the world by his own creation. At that time, all things will be eroded and transformed, and no life can escape. Even if he killed Ojta cruelly, he couldn't stop all this...

Lot kept his head down just now, and the ghostly fire in his eyes became small and dark, but now he suddenly raised his head, and the ghostly flame suddenly brightened.

Boris felt the arms holding him tighten again. At this moment, his heart sank, and he couldn't care less about embarrassment.

Lott said: "Boris, I have a solution... But I don't know if it will work, and I don't know how to describe it... Will you believe me and let me try it?"

Burris took a few deep breaths, and said, "Just do what you want. God's Domain is not something that human mages can control. Here, everything is left to you."

"I'm... I'm afraid I still have to inherit the Black Lake. Burris, you have to go with me, and..."

"What?"

"I don't want to put you down... because I'm a little scared. Holding you like this makes me feel better."

Burris looked at the skeletal face covered with black scales. He and the Skeleton Lord are outside the human world, and there are only two of them in the world.

He rested his head on the neck of the Skeleton Monarch, gritted his teeth, and said the following words.

"My lord... I am also very scared. Things are completely different from what I expected... To tell you the truth, I was quite confident when I was on the altar. I thought, the current Yriel is nothing at all. You, with those allies under the tower, the matter will definitely be resolved smoothly... But now, I don't know what to do, I... "

Lot turned his face and lightly touched the mage's forehead. He said softly: "It doesn't matter, just trust me. You have done everything you should do, now it's my turn."

Boris nodded without saying a word.

So Lott started walking in a certain direction. Standing at the original position, he saw the same scenery in all directions, but when he walked a dozen steps, a hazy green suddenly rose in front of him, like a mirage on the desert of the world.

He walked towards the mirage with firm steps. This is where he was born, and he can sense what he's looking for whenever he wants to.