Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The necromancer sits on a high throne of bones.

The blue will-o'-the-wisp illuminated the cold and dark cave, and 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 gloomy cold light, permeating the dark breath of death.

He never thought that he would lose so badly.

In the field of undead spells, he can be regarded as a rare genius in a thousand years. Even the extremely difficult forbidden spells can be easily mastered by him. The liches and skeletons he feeds with human blood essence are almost invincible. It is no problem to be a Templar who is a hundred times stronger than him. However, this pride has been so completely defeated today, which is simply unacceptable to him.

The Necromancer gritted his teeth.

He could feel that the other party hadn't been exposed to many undead spells, and his foundation in this regard was almost zero, but...

The man's affinity for the dark element was truly terrifying.

Those elements that usually require complicated spells to be forced to drive, but in front of that young man, they are as close and docile as domestic dogs. They only need to hook their fingers easily, and they will frantically rush towards him, willing to be used by him.

For mages, this is simply overwhelmingly terrifying.

The necromancer stared at the phantom that appeared on the spell stone in front of him.

A young man's face appeared in the floating curse lines, with handsome features, a contemptuous and indifferent expression, a shimmer of obstinacy in the dark pupils, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, looking a bit cynical.

This is a message from the opposite side of the mainland, and it is the human beings that the demons want to find with all their strength.

Those eyes and the picture in memory slowly overlapped.

The sharp eye ends are sharp and sharp, and the dark pupils are deep and cold, with a hint of playfulness and indifference hidden in them, sweeping over himself condescendingly, like sweeping over prone ants in the dust.

Whenever he thought of those eyes, the necromancer would tremble uncontrollably.

It was the fear welling up from the depths of the soul, the instinctive trembling and submission to an enemy that was a hundred times stronger than oneself.

Is he... is he really human?

Although the 3-year-old seal 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 let him go at the last moment and left in a hurry.

Although the necromancer didn't know the reason why the other party left, he understood very clearly that this was an opportunity for him.

Although apart from the boy, the rest of the people had no power to fight back at all, but the necromancer did not dare to stay, for fear that the other party would change his mind, so at the moment the other party's figure disappeared, he tore open it at the fastest speed. Scroll, and fled quickly.

It was so close.

Just a little bit, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back.

However, before he could savor the joy of the rest of his life, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the long corridor in the distance——

Steady, slow, and rhythmic footsteps were absorbed and amplified by the walls of the cave, appearing strange and unknown.

—The intruder! ! ! !

But... the warning spells he set up around were not touched!

Dangerous signals flashed through the Necromancer's mind, and cold sweat burst out instantly. He stood up abruptly from the chair where the human skulls were condensed, and quickly muttered spells in his mouth. The direction of the sound was quickly drawn, but it was absorbed by the darkness soundlessly like a drop of water falling into a deep pool.

There was no trace of stagnation in the footsteps.

The necromancer became cruel, and kept singing, and the dark elements in the air condensed into an overwhelming icy light, all aligned in the direction of the sound.

The blue will-o'-the-wisp danced in the cave, reflecting on the pale bones.

Finally, a tall figure stepped into the light.

At that moment, all blades are fired!

"Tsk."

A contemptuous snort sounded from afar, and was swallowed up by darkness in an instant.In the next second, a sharp cold light flashed through the air, like some kind of unstoppable blade, cutting off the spells in the air—what? ? ?

The necromancer's eyes widened, and he stepped back in cold sweat, almost unable to believe his eyes.

In this world, how could 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 and tall, with a handsome face like a god. Under the high browbones, there was a pair of scarlet vertical brows. There was an almost inhuman cruelty in the depths of those eyes. At the moment of passing, the blood in the necromancer's body almost seemed to be frozen instantly.

He flinched back tremblingly, but the man still walked slowly towards him.

His expression was calm and his voice was low, like the vibrato of a string resounding in the air: "I found you."

The necromancer couldn't understand the meaning of his words, but he was frightened by a certain quality in his voice. Extreme fear for no reason seized his mind. The intention made his liver and gallbladder split, and he could hardly move.

The man walked up to him, slowly bent down and raised his right hand hanging by his side:

"Did you touch him with this hand?"

The necromancer could barely speak, he could only wait with his eyes, watching the skin of his hand dry up and cracked in an instant, exposing the bright red muscle tissue underneath, but not a single drop of blood leaked out. The underlying mechanism twitched and contracted, clinging tightly to the bones like a layer of charred and dried grease—and then he felt the pain.

He screamed in horror and misery, his voice was amplified by the cave and echoed between the walls.

The man's blood-colored pupils did not move at all, he stared at him silently and coldly, and asked softly, "Is there any other place?"

The necromancer trembled on the ground holding his completely useless hand, saliva dripped from his lips, his vague voice was stuck in his throat that shrank and trembled with fear, and his lungs made a 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 scent on you anymore." The man said lightly, "If you don't cooperate, I have to do it myself."

He raised a hand with sharp knuckles and squeezed it hard in the void.

A layer of faint gray mist was pulled out from the necromancer's forehead.The necromancer wailed in pain, his whole body was twisted and deformed in the horrible pain, as if he was suffering from 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 necromancer lying on the ground, who was no longer human, and whispered with an almost cruel compassion:

"In this case, there is no need for you to exist."

The wall reflected the necromancer's twisted limbs that had shrunk and drained in an instant, and the ghostly blue wisp danced a few times before extinguishing.

·

After chatting with Eleno that day, another half month has passed.

The time spent in the cave always passed quickly, and it almost passed by without even noticing it.

Ge Xiu curled up on the blanket covered with snow-white and gorgeous long hair, and most of his body was buried in it.

An old open book covers his face, obscuring his face.

Killing God.

It's far more difficult to do than it is to say.

The gods of the light camp retreated to the domain of the gods after the great war 3 years ago, and rarely appeared on the mainland after the beginning of the human era. Only gods with godheads can enter the domain of the gods. The gods do no real damage.

God's love for the world has always been a white lie. For the superior gods, a hundred years is nothing more than a flick of a finger, and hundreds of millions of believers are just ants that are constantly being replaced. By massacring believers and forcing the gods to show up, basically There is no possibility.

To make matters worse, when Eleno was deprived of his godhood, all the memories related to God's Domain disappeared at the same time.

The way to kill God is harder to find than imagined.

Gosho yawned lazily.

As time went on, he became more and more sleepy.

He blinked away the tears from the corners of his eyes and rolled over in the soft fur.

If anyone with knowledge sees the fur under his body, he will be shocked. This is the fur of a rare giant beast that lives on the [-]-meter ice sheet. They are ferocious in nature, rare in number, and extremely difficult to catch. At auction, a small piece of their body can be sold for a sky-high price. Even the emperor of the empire may not be able to own a whole piece of fur, let alone use it as a blanket.

However, in this cave, compared to the empty one before, there is more than just this blanket.

During this period of time, Eleno has been bringing back countless things. He has a strange idea for no reason. It seems that no matter what, as long as it can improve the quality of life of Gosho, it is worth bringing back. —and he thought almost endlessly, as if no treasure was good enough, no amount of wealth was enough.

This urge is almost instinctive.

Soon, those rare treasures collected from all over the continent filled the originally empty cave. As long as Gexiu wanted to, he even smashed the rare chalcedony, just to listen to the crisp sound, there would be The priceless fur is spread under the body as a blanket for sleeping every day-that is a luxury that even the emperor could not imagine.

Although Gexiu no longer needs to eat, absorbing the energy in the living body can meet the needs of survival, and the demand for ordinary materials is so low that it is almost non-existent, but it still cannot annihilate the unreasonable and never-ending obsession of Leno. read.

Every time Gexiu opened his eyes, there would always be more things appearing in front of his eyes.

This feeling... It's like a cat throwing its killed prey on the door rail, and then staring at you expectantly.

By the end, Go-soo didn't even bother to stop.

In addition to these extravagant pastimes, there are thick books piled up like a hill—these are all collected by him on behalf of Leno.

From the spell textbooks issued daily in the empire, to the ancient scrolls written on parchment, to the secret texts engraved on stone slabs, from humans, elves, dwarves, to the remaining scrolls of demons left on the front of the continent, there are almost everything. The entire huge space piled up into a library with a terrible capacity.

During this period of time, Gexiu has been reading eagerly, learning the written language of each race, looking for clues about gods in the crystallization of spiritual civilization left behind by them, and practicing from the vast sea of ​​spell books. Master the method of manipulating elements.

His affinity for dark elements is very strong, but his mastery of spells is extremely rusty, and he has not received relevant training at all, which leads to the fact that in most battles, his victory is either a trick or a simple and rude absolute crush. pressure.

While these methods worked in the past, it may be much more difficult to think about doing so now that his health is declining.

Ge Xiu rubbed his eyes sleepily, feeling that sleepiness further eroded his sanity.

At this moment, a shadow appeared in front of his eyes, covering the light above his head.

Ge Xiu yawned again, slowly raised his eyelids, looked at the giant wolf that appeared beside him, and greeted lazily:

"you're back?"

The giant wolf leaned down slightly, its scarlet paws looked like a deep pool of blood under the light, and the small figure of the boy curled up was reflected on the irises, he gently arched Gexiu's stomach with the wet tip of his nose, moved the tip of his nose, Gently sniffing on the young man's slender body.

--there is none left.

The abrupt and disharmonious breath has completely disappeared, leaving only my own smell - domineeringly occupying every corner, every gap, until it is completely covered.

The giant wolf squinted slightly, as if very satisfied.

The author has something to say: Today's wolf is a possessive wolf

Necromancer: ...I am so miserable!