[Necromancer] Dark Throne

The blood on Roland's face faded instantly.

Wayne stared at him without speaking.

"Wayne..." Roland imagined the situation of seeing each other thousands of times, but he never expected this to happen.

Neither of them spoke again.

Until, half an hour later...

"Idiot!" Wayne finally couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and slapped him, "You fucking want to kill and slash, you just know look, look at your sister! I'm waiting for you to give me a sword and so on!" After a long time, you will not give an explanation if you are dead or alive?"

Roland was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

Wayne turned and left angrily.

grass!I'm worried about this guy, he's really turned into a rotten corpse like Shala with a skylight on his head!

laugh! !

A pair of strong arms grabbed him instantly and turned his body around. Not only that, it seemed that the force was too strong, but the opponent not only failed to maintain his balance, but took advantage of the situation and pressed him to the ground.

Yo, have you grown courageous?

Wayne narrowed his blood pupils dangerously.

"Let go!"

"Don't let it go!"

"Then die!"

The long sword in Roland's hand turned backhand, and it was inserted directly into his chest, blood spattering.

"you!"

"Can you listen to me?"

"..." Wayne turned his head and didn't speak again.

Roland took a deep breath, pulled out the long sword, and cast a healing technique to stop the bleeding. The still severe pain inside finally made him wake up. His brain, which had almost become a paste, calmed down, and then asked: " Are you here to find the artifact?"

Wayne nodded.

"There is a ninth-level hunter in the city, is he still there?" Roland was a little nervous this time.

"You care about him?" Wayne reached out and pinched his ear.

"No, he is related to whether a major event can be accomplished." Roland finally regained his composure, ignoring his bleeding earlobe, with an extremely serious expression.

"Still!" Wayne said coldly, and then let go of his hand.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why don't you ask about the city?" Wayne looked at him.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to trouble you if you kill that hunter, and I don't know if it's you..." Roland still hadn't finished speaking. The rest of the people will die sooner or later, either by his hands or for sacrifice.

"Is there a difference? I'm an archlich." Wayne looked at him calmly, "Or, you want to say, you still like me?"

"Will you...will you believe me again?"

"Believe it or not, what does it matter?" Wayne avoided his eyes, "I won't ask for it anymore..."

"I'm sorry, I knew that humans and undead should not be together, but I didn't let go..." Roland kissed his forehead lightly, "I am not qualified to love you anymore."

"You don't need to blame yourself. I kept a lot of secrets at the time." Wayne closed his eyes slightly before saying, "I already know that I'm dead."

"But I don't want to let go." Roland's words stunned Wayne, and he continued, "I still have my mission."

"So, Wayne." Roland hugged him tightly and buried his face in his neck, "Give me a moment, I'll finish my work, and I'll go to the abyss, okay?"

"I said, I won't ask for it again!" Wayne pushed him hard, but found that his heart was moved, "Get lost, do you hear me! The abyss is not for the living."

"I never thought of living." Roland hugged tightly, never letting go, "Although I can die in front of you now, I still have something to do. Forgive me for not being desperate for you. Love is more important, but not inferior to love. Wayne, give me a chance to protect you."

"I don't need it!" Wayne finally realized that it was impossible to push him away without using strength above the hero level, but he didn't want to break his wound, so he stopped. Until now, he still didn't want him to know that he was the King of Silence.

"I know why you came here." Roland propped up his body and stared at him. "You can take it back in two months at most, intact. At that time, you will take me with you."

"You will swear by your god?"

"Of course, you are willing to come to the human world with me, otherwise, I can do it too."

……

Well, the light in Roland's eyes was too dazzled, and Wayne didn't object because of a coincidence.

At the same time, he also realized the truth that if a man wants to persuade a man, a strong body and a sweet language are indispensable.

No matter how angry a man is, as long as he is caught in the arms of another strong man, and then he keeps explaining and explaining, he will eventually succumb.

Although Wayne hated himself for being weak, he would never admit that he regretted the behavior of running away without listening to his explanation...

but!

"I will go back and report this to the Emperor of Suspense." Wayne looked at him coldly, "but I only care about the return of the pupil of Xikuma. It has nothing to do with me whether you die or not."

"You have to go..." Roland's face, which had just recovered, turned pale again.

"How about I accompany you for the New Year?" Wayne asked back.

"...can you let me hug you for another hour?" Roland refused to let go.

Wayne looked at him coldly.

"...Half an hour at the head office?" Roland was under too much pressure.

Wayne didn't answer.

"10 minutes, the bottom line." Roland finally said.

Wayne closed his eyes.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, Roland hummed and asked carefully, "Can I kiss you?"

"Snapped!"

Wayne didn't hold back his hand at all this time, and sent him flying with a palm.

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When Wayne put on the human shell and came back to him, Roland was looking at where he left, frowning deeply.

"What's wrong?" Wayne asked casually.

"I forgot to ask for his contact address. If he doesn't come back, what should I do..." Roland frowned.

"I thought you had time to care about my affairs." Wayne said lightly.

"Sorry I'm not available!" Roland said casually.

The difference in treatment was too great, and Wayne couldn't react for a while.

After a while.

"Don't you think you can tell me why Lei Linnan came back?" Wayne said coldly.

"Sorry." Roland tried hard to adjust himself back to work mode, "Lei Linnan and I encountered an ambush [-] kilometers away. Jakarta's regular army."

"After I cleaned up the battlefield, I found out that Lei Linnan was missing. I guessed that there was a fraud, so I rushed back immediately. When I got here, the entire Kaolin had been razed to the ground. And you, how did you escape?"

"At that time, Lei Linnan was going to arrest me, but I noticed it in advance, so I went out of the city to hide. For some reason, Lei Linnan didn't come after me, so I came back from ambush and met you." Wei En casually explained the reason.

"A lich came here just now." Roland said seriously, "I fought with him. He is very strong, and I was injured."

Your sister, I have never stabbed you from head to tail!

Wayne lowered his head and said nothing.

"Sorry to surprise you, if you don't mind, how about we rest in the city of the dead today?" Roland asked.

"Aren't you afraid of the undead?" Wayne asked.

"I like undead." Roland said these words loudly and confidently, but there were so many bad points in it that Wayne didn't know where to start.

"Forget it, let's go." Wayne stopped pestering.

It seemed a little strange why Wayne didn't resist going to see his mother right away, but this was good news after all, so Roland turned and led the way.

Wayne looked helplessly at his tall and elegant figure, even blood stains could not conceal his aura.

This person will not put on a superior stance because of his own power and status, and at the same time, he will not change because of the status of others. No matter what race he faces, he will treat him equally, and he has never compromised in principle.

It would be great if you were not human, but even if you die, you cannot be with me.

Undead can exist for only one reason, and that is resentment.

And even if you die, you will go to heaven, not hell.

I don't want you to hate me, let alone make you hate yourself.

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Temple of Rest

Diya

Walking down the endless abyss along the long spiral passage, darkness, flooding in like a tide, the air is cold and humid, exuding the smell of rotting corpses, the thick dark color is like a curtain, covering the surrounding air-conditioning leakage layer by layer On the rocky wall, the rustling sound is like the groan of a cold wave biting a leaf bud, trembling through the bones.

Eleven monarchs walked quietly down the spiral staircase.

No one spoke, even the shadow king, who was usually the most talkative, showed no sign of talking at this moment.

The 11 of them seldom get together, even if they maintain the sky, they still vaguely divide into two factions.

One side is headed by the Blood Knight King, and the other side is "that person" in their mouths.

There is only one possibility for them to meet.

The Sleeper's Call.

The Abyss of the Undead is the top six floors of the entire abyss. It is called the Abyss of the Undead because it is controlled by the undead. Under the sixth floor, it is said that there are thousands of layers of worlds, which are the origin of demons. The lowest level of hell is where all the darkness The headquarters of the gods.

The patron saint of the undead, Sikumah the Sleeper, is a new god among the gods of hell.

After walking the last step of the stairs, there was a bang, and the dark and intoxicated air around suddenly shone brightly, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes. Can't make out the sight.

The entire space turned into a boundless void in the next second, and this void turned out to be colored, it was silver.

This is the River Styx, the final destination of all souls, if they are not already dead, they cannot stay here.

In the Styx, the soul and memory of all things will eventually assimilate and return to the source of the soul.

Bathed in it, soon, the awakened gods descended on the gods.

The world becomes clear again.

The corpse dragon king Shala pondered for a while, and said to the shadow king next to him: "You go to inform the stop and kill all the humans and undead who participated in the sacrifice. They must not be allowed to succeed."

"Did my lord mean that just now?" The Shadow King was taken aback.

"It's a blessing that my lord didn't blame it this time. If it is used by mortals again, it will undoubtedly be an insult to us and other voters! Don't you even understand this?"

"Oh, well, can I stay with you for a while?"

"It's up to you, it's just that there is one less person, and the range of the sky is not enough to block your house, that's inevitable." Xia La said coldly.

"Oh, it's okay, I have a lot of people. Come on, I'll go first!"

The Lord of Shadows is very active in this matter.

"You beat around the bush when talking to him, you're really asking for trouble." The Banshee Queen sneered.

Xia La glanced at her indifferently, and said: "Just tell him not to trouble me when he comes back. After all, he has never been good at stopping killing people. Okay, let's discuss your crime of protecting the artifact."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

How are undead made

Wayne: First of all, there must be unwillingness in your heart.

Roland: In this one, I haven't slept with you yet, so I don't want to!

Wayne (makes a note): Second, have resentment.

Roland: Well, let one person destroy human beings, I will definitely resent you.

Wayne: Shut up!Third, you must have a complete body.

Roland: Then I take poison?

Wayne: Fourth, you can't be a Shining believer, you must switch camps.

Roland: No problem, I'll turn to...

Wayne: In the end, to... you better not die.

Roland: What, why?You can't be so cold, so ruthless, so unreasonable!

Wayne flung the file in his face.

Roland opened it to read the last item on the note: use preservatives every day.

Thank you Fallen and God's Choice, Ye Lingyan, Thirteen · Yue, the mines, and Yanzi's two mines.

There is also kk's hand grenade, I've been too busy recently, I forgot to read it, sorry!