Something's wrong with my undead

After hearing this, most of Heine's doubts were cleared up.

And as a giant dragon from more than five hundred years ago, some of Cayetano's conjectures coincided with McCalla's research.

The god's form is highly similar to that of the Wonder Beast, and can split like Alpha.

If the concepts are unified and the thoughts are consistent, then gods such as the Lady of Death Raiders and the God of Holy Light can be born, which are infinitely close to the embodiment, and even a centralized governing body can be formed, with the spokesmen of the gods managing affairs.

But if the place falls into a war, and the concepts that should be unified are misinterpreted and split, then God will also divide himself and fall into the dilemma of "fighting on his own."

"What happened next? How did the God of War's will end up in the bottle? By the way, where did you get this bottle?" Heine asked curiously.

That bottle is also a wooden teardrop, and could only have come from the wood of mourning.

Cayetano: "The bottle was found by Lloyd later, and I was already hiding at that time. The beastly God of War is more wild, but the brainless one is easier to deal with. I can suppress it with Lloyd's soul." However, it consumed part of the soul quality and caused Lloyd's strength to regress to level six.

"Later, in order to delay the contamination, Lloyd had no choice but to use necromancy - spells related to the underworld, not necromancy. I remember that he was very determined at the time, and this seemed like a very complete betrayal to him.

"In order not to be affected by him, I sealed my consciousness deep in his soul, just like what transfiguration often does. When it appears in human form, the dragon's soul must shrink into a corner.

"The long years that followed were a process in which a necromancer continued to extend his lifespan while using one kind of pollution to fight another kind of pollution...

"Perhaps it was my will that influenced him. He also shouldered the mission of fighting against the underworld, so he disguised himself as a necromancer of his kind, killing the spies placed on the plateau by the underworld again and again and destroying their bronze mirrors. The bottle is in obtained in this process.”

Milton concluded: "So, your consciousness is hidden deep in the memory, avoiding the passive death caused by 'forgetting', and he is completely alone against the howling wind and the erosion of fighting spirit from the sanctuary?"

Cayetano nodded without hesitation.

"You can say that, or even laugh at me for being cowardly, insidious, and selfish, but I don't care.

"Because this is a relay race. Compared to him, my will is less worn out and my determination is stronger, so I became the backup force.

"When he is completely lost, I will naturally take over control and continue to fight against this long loneliness and erosion, trying to prolong his survival as long as possible.

“We had an agreement.

"The person who finally wakes up and survives will tell the outside world what happened on the Sanguy Plateau, tell Long Island, and tell McCalla. This is our final mission."

Cayetano was a little excited, but Milton's poker face didn't move at all.

After the other party finished speaking, he said: "Actually, what I want to say is that when you are wrapped in his soul, 'digestion' will inevitably occur."

Cayetano was stunned: "What?"

Milton: "You thought you were still Cayetano, still a part of Dragon Island, but now with the memories unlocked, have you ever thought about leaving McCalla and returning to Dragon Island? Even though you could already do that. ”

Loulton: "What he meant was, 'Is it possible that you are more like Lloyd Gitiller now?'"

Cayetano stared at him blankly, then looked at the others.

Everyone's eyes seemed to say, "We think so too."

He seemed to suddenly wake up from some obsession.

He cannot lie.

Even though he keeps hinting that he is Cayetano, now he only feels a kind of "quietness and contentment" after returning home.

He seems to...

Not Cayetano anymore.

Milton: "Although it is a shame to say this, it is a shame. There are no outsiders here. Based on McCalla's research on the dragon at this stage, your pure souls seem to be achieved by acquired means rather than discovered. From the heart.

“The difference between the two is that true purity can have an impact on the environment and is difficult to be affected by the environment.

"But you are very afraid of complex environments and can easily be polluted by the environment.

“So Ms. Butzina—one of your kind—initially had some trepidation about entering McCalla.

"In other words, what makes you think that a dragon that has spent thousands of years on a clean Dragon Island must have a stronger will to survive than a dragon that has been polluted for seven hundred years and died once but still wants to 'go home'? Gitele is tougher?”

Loulton: "He meant 'Welcome home, Lloyd.'"

...

"...Finally, Loudon said 'Welcome home, Lloyd', and then a soul body - a soul body that claimed to be a dragon burst into tears and cried. The tears turned into elements and dissipated in the air. This is me It’s the first time I’ve seen a soul shed tears.”

After Heine finished telling Barry this story, a terrifying smile appeared on the old man's face.

It's like a vicious necromancer cooking a table of delicious meat and looking at you gently.

Barry asked: "So, if that female dragon comes to your door and wants someone, what are you going to do?"

Heine thought for a while and said: "I'll give 'Feed' back to her. If she doesn't want it, I'll ask Lloyd to have a good talk with her. If that doesn't work, then we can only get together and part ways. I won't Allow her to take away a Gitil who belongs here from McCalla."

Barry: "Even if the opponent is a level eight dragon?"

Heine: "This is a place where even gods can't even glance at it."

Barry gave him an appreciative smile.

Heine suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which... you seem to have never asked about Dylan?"

"I know what he's going to do."

Barry picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"He talked to me before he left."

Heine said blankly: "What did we talk about with you?"

"He asked me what Ghtilil looked like in the Shadow Temple, and I said I couldn't remember. He seemed relieved, and then asked, 'So it doesn't matter what I did to Ghtilal over there, right?' , I said yes, and he said, 'I'll be relieved then'."

Heine was dumbfounded when he heard this: "So you knew he was going to the north to make trouble? You didn't tell me in advance?"

"There's nothing to say. What if you don't allow him to leave?"

Barry looked at him with the innocence of an old man: "I heard that he made a big fuss over there. The chief priest must have a headache, and Kitil in the north also has a headache. Thinking about it, they all have a headache, my My head doesn’t hurt anymore, so...I probably didn’t like Jitil from the temple that much in the past.”

This old man...

Heine was a little dumbfounded.

But indeed, it's not him who should have a headache.

He touched his chest.

I’ve had quite a lot of recent experience...

……

……

Saint-Cittin.

"...To put it simply, those two skeletons recently destroyed 4 gang organizations, 11 thief gangs, 3 spies of Eternal Dawn, 5 secret Necromancer Orders, and burned down many There are a lot of backlogged materials that may lead to corpse transformation...God knows how they discovered it, even the people in charge of logistics in the temple don't know where the corpses were transported."

Andre was facing an iron door that was slightly opened. There was no doubt that Dylan Gitiller was on the other side of the door.

Dylan said helplessly: "So next you have to ask, 'What do they want to do?' Right? To be honest, I also..."

"Wait, it's not over yet." Andre looked at the newspaper in his hand and couldn't help laughing: "They also directly destroyed the Rift and Strange Beast Research Institute located in the eastern suburbs of Saint-Xitin, killing almost all the people there. Strange beasts and aberrations, and left a message.”

Dylan asked curiously: "What?"

"'I suggest you learn the shadow spell first, and then learn new spells'... Hahahaha, I heard that Lady Nikes went crazy when she saw this sentence. Dear Dylan, is this what you taught them? "

Dylan was speechless.

It took a lot of effort for Andre to stop laughing, closed the newspaper in his hand, and said seriously:

"But you're right, I'm here to ask you - what do they want to do?"