Something's wrong with my undead

When he regained consciousness, Heine looked around and was surprised to find that this place was exactly the same as the "Throne of the Mad King" described by the players.

Blackened bones were pieced together to form a throne, with a cold white bone fire burning.

A tall skeleton wearing a ruby ​​crown sat on it, with a blood-red dagger stuck in its head.

Black light surrounded the dagger like a swarm of tiny flying insects.

"This is the first time in four thousand years that I've brought a living person here, and I don't intend to kill him."

A familiar voice came from all around, but the pair of eyes outlined by flames were nowhere to be seen.

"Where is this?" Heine asked.

"My palace, my true catacomb, the kingdom of the dead built after death."

"What about the previous area?"

"It's above the tomb. It's a graveyard where millions of people are buried. It's also the source of energy for the tomb. In addition, I always want to leave some thoughts for the tomb robbers and get something from them at the same time."

The Mad King's voice sounded quite rational, completely different from the madness he had before when there was only fire.

Heine suddenly thought of the way Quilkus faked his death - it used the undead tree to bear the pollution from the magic network and huddled in the zombies to avoid torture.

Could it be that……

"You used your own soul to bear the restraint and pollution of the chains, but instead transferred your will to this body that has been dead for many years?"

"You are very smart." The Mad King's voice was full of praise. "But you are not entirely right. Pure will cannot be attached to the body. It must be realized through the soul... Ossidre, say hello to our guests."

The dagger on top of the skull suddenly lit up, and then a palm-sized black ghost flying dragon came in front of Heine, opened its mouth, and spit out a ball of fire like a lighter.

I rely on?

dragon?

Heine was stunned. "Ossidre, the Regicide Blade" was one of the twin daggers of sin mentioned by Teacher Xia. It turned out to be a dragon soul? ? ?

But in this way, he also understood the opponent's strategy of "a cunning rabbit has three burrows".

"You let the dragon's soul inhabit the weapon, and then hide in its soul?"

"It seems you know more than I thought."

The dragon soul disappeared, and the Mad King spoke again:

"In fact, you have surprised me more than that. The reason why I brought you here is because I don't want to fulfill the bet. I am about to lose, and I want to kill you directly.

"But the moment I made this decision, I sensed that the 'Sanctuary' had been invaded, and the energy that constructed the dream was instantly drained in a way I could not imagine.

"So, even the Mad King felt fear. After briefly weighing the difficulty of killing you, I made a decision that might be the right one, and brought you here.

"Now let me think about it calmly. Your four ordinary companions were able to escape, and you were not affected at all. The common point between the two may be the unknown variable that I cannot peek into.

"At the same time, this is why you are so determined and confident."

"Incredibly rational." Heine couldn't help but admire: "I'm afraid you shouldn't be called the Mad King at this moment. You are too calm to be a ghost."

"Undead?" The Mad King laughed and said, "I prefer to call myself Immortal."

Heine: "So you invited me here - let's call it an invitation - what do you want to say?"

"First, I will answer your question - why did Sepitija die."

The Mad King's voice suddenly fell silent, as if he was organizing his words.

Then, he said slowly:

"I did not lie, but Sepitiga did not die directly at the hands of the untouchables he saved... It was the latter who created the 'Gods', and then the Gods killed the only usurper, Sepitiga."

"The people who rebelled against you...created gods?"

Heine was shocked.

"Yes, they created more than one god."

The Mad King replied: “Before explaining the process, I would like to explain why the untouchables are untouchables.

"In the days before the advent of Sepitija, people - my people - were born into different classes.

"Some people are born with the ability to sense the existence of elements, and they will grow faster than others. Those who use elements to fight are called mages, and those who use elements to strengthen their bodies and then fight with their bodies are called warriors.

"The power of the elements affects their personalities and strengthens their strength. These are the original Shangmin, my ancestors, and my 'kind'.

“And those untouchables—those countless untouchables—don’t have any qualifications to become stronger. No matter how hard they try, they can’t break through the limitations of their talents.

"So, they serve the nobles willingly."

Heine chuckled and said nothing.

The Mad King continued in that calm, arrogant, and matter-of-fact tone:

"The strong prey on the weak, this is natural, just like when we hunt, we may return with a full load, or we may end up in the beast's belly.

“As for civilization, the weak can survive by giving everything, but this undoubtedly requires the nobility of the strong to achieve it.

“So those untouchables did not feel resentful, but were glad that they were not killed like prey, and were grateful for the protection and gifts from the superiors.

“You see, all this is in order, neatly organized, and well-structured, like a solid tower.

“The top is always more refined and smaller than the bottom, and at the same time, it is admired by more people. It is very stable and has been stable for several generations.”

After a pause, his voice trembled slightly.

“Until that man, Sepitija, showed up.

“I can honestly say that he ruined it all!

"He created the art of spiritualism, and the 'spirit' can serve as a bridge and 'agent' for all supernatural powers. No, it is not a bridge, but a despicable intermediary, a cheap black marketeer.

"Those things he called 'Elemental Spirits' stole the extraordinary power that belonged only to the upper class and gave it to the lower class, allowing the latter to also taste the power.

“Ah…it’s so delicious, once you taste it, you can never give it up.

“So these untouchables began to rebel. They did not have the restraint and virtue of the upper class, but they had great power.

“They began to kill, plunder and destroy like wild beasts. The once stable order was overturned and the once beautiful country was trampled upon… Many people died, but most of them were untouchables.

"Do you think these were all done by the superiors?

“No, no, no, most of the time it was the untouchables themselves who did it. They prefer to attack the weak rather than challenge the stronger.

“I have said that the reason why untouchables are untouchables is because they do not have the roots to control power in their bones and blood. This is innate.

"They can steal power, but they cannot steal this kind of virtue, so even if they gain power, they can only bring disaster."

Hearing this, Heine seemed to have thought of something.

“So, there is a God?”

“Yes, so there is God.”

The Mad King chuckled and said, "Necromancer is not omnipotent. Sepitija thinks too highly of those untouchables. The Yuan-ling needs psychic communication, and the rule is that the power that can be obtained depends on the strength of a person's belief. To put it bluntly, it depends on the amount of desire and greed.

“That makes it so that even if it were truly equal for everyone, it wouldn’t be fair.

“There are always people in this world who are born cowardly, kind, and weak.

“So, as the weak were abandoned, trampled, and even enslaved by their powerful peers, they prayed to the spirits, begging for a more direct protector.

"The spirits are the medium of emotions. The stronger the emotions, the more they can gather together, and finally burst out with a powerful force that is enough to rival the upper people.

"The reason why those vast numbers of untouchables are able to destroy my country is because they are united enough and hate me enough.

“Similarly, the weak also desire strength, desire more protection, and desire for the strong to be restrained and sanctioned.

"But don't forget what I said. The reason why the untouchables are untouchables is because of their stupidity and greed that doesn't match that stupidity!"

Dicktatura's voice became pleased, and the trembling seemed to intensify.

“Once the desires of the weak are satisfied, they will be unstoppable because they don’t even know what they want, but they want more.

"The gods originally constrained the 'strong', but they still felt it was not enough - why are there still strong and weak people? Why are there still gaps between people? Why are the strong not themselves? Why are their spiritualism so weak?

"These emotions were like a plague, spreading rapidly along the confused spirits, and once became an epidemic.

“However, to the gods, this is like pollution, because collective confusion is a kind of internal friction that will weaken the collective power.

"So, the strong also began to pray to the gods. What do you think the result would be?"

"The result was the birth of 'Faith'."

Heine's eyes were calm as he slowly said, "Since gods are born from the primordial spirit, their way of 'identifying' power is the same as the latter's. It depends on the belief, that is, the strength of 'faith'."

“Hahahahaha…correct answer!”

The Mad King was very satisfied and continued, "The faith provided by a strong person is equivalent to that of a thousand or even more weak people, but there is only one strong person among a thousand people.

“So the two sides reached a delicate balance, and after the final tug of war, their confused thoughts gradually converged, and their demands were unified in an interesting way.

“They all believe that there will always be someone underfoot in this world, and when everyone takes a step forward, it means that no one takes that step forward.

“So, instead of praying to God to make me stronger, I should ask God to prevent others from becoming stronger, or simply make others weaker!

"Look, what a mean, dirty, low thought!

“So I say, they are untouchables, they are untouchables who are rotten to the core!

"A god born out of such a despicable wish is naturally a despicable god.

"And Sepitija, the noble Sepitija, the great sage who saved the world, the dawn in the darkness, he went against the beliefs of the gods.

“He made the extraordinary return to the ordinary people, and he made everyone extraordinary.

“But mortals reject all this.

"So the mortal god killed Sepitija."