[Necromancer] Dark Throne

The emperor who stopped the interest was actually the emperor who stopped the interest.

Among the twelve kings, the most powerful is the Blood Knight King, the most mysterious is the Scary Demon King, the most cunning is the Corpse Dragon King Shara, and the most legendary is the Silent King.

The soft and elegant moonlight passed through the leaves in the forest, leaking the shimmering broken jade all over the ground, and the pale face of the beautiful lich seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost, which made people linger on.It's just that under the long sleeves, the bony hand, which is as white as a lotus root, is stained with a dark blue color, which means that his intention for coming is not good.

"I didn't expect that it was the King of Stopping." The golden pupils began to shrink, and Andariel could clearly feel an extremely unusual atmosphere of terror, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and the moment in front of him Prepare to pounce on the evil spirits that come up.

"Needless to say." The monarch of Zhixi raised his hand flatly, and easily strangled him by the throat. This is the powerful gap between a demigod and a hero. All others can be ignored.

"Don't you want to know everything?" Andariel didn't have the fear of dying, but successfully prevented the demigod lich from crushing his neck.

Wayne waited for him to continue.

"The pupils of Xikuma and the sacrifice of flesh and blood are all divine metaphors from Mona." Andariel didn't struggle to reveal the biggest secret, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "Including the first stolen The pupils of Xikuma are the God of Dawn's last mercy to mankind. They continue the life of the world and maintain the stability of mankind. After the Lord of Radiance abandoned the world, he left behind his last light."

"It's not to continue the world, but to protect human beings." The bloody pupils of the King of Suxi have no reflection, and the emptiness makes people frightened, "Is there any more?"

"Stop the king, His Majesty Mona has already told me about the unification of the abyssal demon royal family. If you are willing not to pursue this matter, human beings are willing to use their best talents to be used by the forces of the undead." Andariel analyzed the bargaining chips in his hands now, "Isn't that the most favorable outcome for you?"

The lich's head slowly moved closer to him, at such a distance, it seemed that the tips of its noses were touching.

Andariel didn't feel the slightest warmth between the other's mouth and nose, the only difference was that there was Andariel's reflection in the blood pupil.

"Ah!" Andariel screamed, biting his lip casually, trying to tear away the constricted bones in his throat, but no matter how hard he tried, his hands could only pass through the lich's body in vain.

The holy light in his body didn't seem to exist in front of the opponent, and he couldn't control it at all.

He finally put down his hand, but when he looked up, he saw Andariel in the blood pupil, which became clearer and clearer.

Evil ritual.

Sacrifice all of a living person's health into full conversion to the lich's mana.

When finally, the figure in the blood pupil was as clear as a photo, the prey in his hand had completely lost its life.

There was no trace of scars, as if she was just asleep.

Wayne let go of his hand, and the corpse in his hand fell down.

He closed his blood pupils, then opened them again, and there was nothing in the blood pupils as before.

He put his hand on his forehead.

"It has nothing to do with you, the power you left behind cannot be used."

Fragments of light flashed between the fingers.

"My lord." Wayne shook his head helplessly, "It is my idea to use all the divine power in my body to forge a divine weapon. There is no need to use yours to compensate. I can do the plan, and your power can only be used The abyss, cannot be wasted here."

Fragments of light flashed again.

"You'll be self-willed, just this time." Wayne glanced at the corpse on the ground, and froze it with a wave of his hand. The chains on his body instantly extended infinitely, twisting the frozen corpse and arching it into the ground.

Soon, it became peaceful here as if nothing had happened.

Tsk, I feel so skilled, am I really not a human anymore?

Wayne smiled.

Seemingly figured it out, he went straight back to Roland's room.

The moment the door was pushed open, Roland was looking into the distance by the window.

He was taken aback by Wayne's entry.

"Why are you back?" Roland walked up to him quickly, "Is there an enemy guarding around, I will accompany you out."

"No." Wayne shook his head slightly, "I just left like this, very unwilling."

"Not reconciled?" Roland lowered his head, squeezed Wayne's paw quietly, his ears turned red slightly, "I can't go with you now, can you wait for me a little longer?"

"It's not this." Wayne wrapped his hands around his neck, and the lich's translucent body broke away from its shell, and whispered in his ear, "This is what I look like, understand?"

"Don't make trouble!" Roland's ears were not only red now, he tried hard to break free from the Lich's teasing, "Please, I have endured it for a long time."

"Really?" Wayne reached out to pull his clothes, and at the same time the bone claw of his left hand slapped his forehead, and Roland felt as if something had been patted inside.

But this is not the time to distinguish: "Ven, stop, I am a man and you are a man, do you know what you are doing now?"

"Are you still concerned about not giving me a wedding?" Wayne pulled him onto the bed, "There's no need, you've already let me meet your father, and he expressed his dissatisfaction but let it go, didn't he?"

"But, you're sure you didn't act impulsively..." Roland struggled from his deathbed.

Wayne met resistance after pulling twice, and was furious: "If you talk nonsense again, I'll go find Xia La!"

The power of this sentence was too great, before Wayne could react, he was pushed down violently, and Roland's face turned ashen in an instant: "How dare you!"

Wayne stared at him, and suddenly smiled. The translucent body glowed with silver light, and suddenly solidified. If Roland could feel a trace of emptiness just now, he was already a complete body of flesh and blood at this moment. He almost felt his body. The lower body still has a beating pulse.

"This is?" Roland looked at him in surprise.

"The lich is different from the undead produced by resentment. Our real origin is because powerful mages pursue the true meaning of arcane arts. When this goal is troubled by lifespan, some mages propose to find ways to prolong the lifespan of the body, but no matter what Prolonged, life has an end. So someone thought that as long as the soul can continue to control the body after death, and the body can continue to provide perception and carrier for the soul, then even death cannot stop the mage's pursuit of truth."

"Is this the Lich?"

"Almost, but I'm a little different. I have preferential treatment, so I can restore my body before I died." After all, he is the chosen one of God. Wayne wrapped his arms around his neck and smiled, "But at this time, no matter I can't use spells or divine power, and you can easily kill me."

Roland was startled: "Are you not worried at all?"

"What does that matter? If I like you, I can bear all the consequences."

Roland didn't say any more, but reached out his hand gently, and untied the gorgeous robes on his body one by one, focusing and piously as if he was treating the most beautiful treasure.

The body under the robe was as white as pearls, with a hint of coolness, and when the fingertips ran across the chest, there was a trace of pink.

Roland lowered his head and bit his neck, bit by bit, unwilling to let go of a square inch of land.

Wayne stretched out his arms to hug him, and the warm skin was pressed against each other, and the touch made both of them shudder.

Roland reached under him with his right hand, grasped the opponent with five fingers, and stroked him Yiyi. The feeling of wanting to stop made Wei En shrink slightly, and said with a smile: "The technique is not bad."

"When you're not here, she's my wife." Roland bit the bulge on his chest and gently tugged it, "But when you're here, she's my mistress."

"Hmph." Wayne stretched out his hand to pull his ear, "Even if I'm not here, he can't be your wife, you understand?"

"You're so cruel." Roland took a deep breath, causing Wayne to slap him hard.

"You talk too much."

"No matter how much I have, don't you like to hear it?" Roland stepped up his efforts, and Wayne gasped and didn't speak any more. Watching him release it in his hand, he lowered his head and licked it, "It tastes good."

Wayne stretched out his hand and flicked his purple body: "Can you really bear it?"

"For you." Roland's forehead was already covered with sweat, dripping down his slender jaw, hitting Wei En's body, and the white liquid penetrated, and the things under him trembled slightly. , eager to explode just like his master, "I, I can't help it."

"Then come in." Wayne squeezed his round and fleshy buttocks, "Tsk, it's so tight, I can't even pinch it."

"You!" Roland finally used up the whiteness in his hands, and helped his avatar into his body.

"what!"

"Ok!"

Both of them screamed at the same time.Wayne's temporarily transformed body was not stimulated at all, and the extreme sensitivity made him feel that it was full of slippery mucus. He relaxed his body as much as possible, so that there was only slight resistance when the opponent entered. After Roland opened it, , and slowly entered the deepest part of his body, stretching his body until it couldn't be full.But even if it has been expanded, it is still very difficult to accommodate such a thick object.Although his body was painfully stretched, there was a strange sense of satisfaction that made his mind almost blank.

"I..." Roland's voice trembled, but his body was stiffer than his, "Can I move..."

"I'm still asking this at this time, are you fucking a man? If not, just get the hell out of me... um!"

Roland didn't give him any more time to get used to it this time. For a man, his endurance up to now is already the limit.

Different from the gentleness of his kiss, the movement of Roland's waist was fierce and powerful, as if trying to knock him apart.

Wayne instinctively hugged him tightly, his fingers dug into his muscles, so tight that he never wanted to let go.

……

When the passion was over, Wayne lay quietly in his arms, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Roland buried his head by his neck, arching and arching like a wild boar.

Wayne slapped him away: "It's endless, isn't it?"

"You're still very energetic..." Roland was very unwilling.

"Although I really hope that you will die soon and come to accompany me, but I absolutely don't want the black history of a man who died on the bed." Wayne said coldly and mercilessly.

"Then I'll take you to take a bath?" Roland buried his head in it again, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

"If I convert it into energy, you won't be able to keep anything, don't bother." Wayne pressed his head down.

The people around were quiet.

Wayne turned his head to look at the pitiful eyes, and became even angrier.

"Don't look at me with that look, sleep!"

"How could I still be asleep..." Roland murmured.

"Get out if you can't sleep!"

"Zzzzzzzzzzz^"

"Just pretend to be asleep, where are you touching?"

"Zzzzzzzzzzz..."

"Still pretend!"

"It hurts! Hey, who are you and where am I?"

Wayne looked at this stupid guy with contempt: "On the bed, who are you then?"

Roland covered his face with a quilt and made a shy expression: "The person you killed..."

Wayne resolutely turned into the body of the dead, let you touch it again!

"My wife, I was wrong..."

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The moon was sinking, and the twilight of the morning sun loomed in the sky, and the tired and sleeping two lay close together.

Wayne opened his eyes suddenly, and the sleeping spell of the undead invaded the consciousness of the other party.

He moves away from him.

Suddenly hidden in the void.

Reappearing, he appeared in the Boneyard of Andariel.

He took out the clock.

The clock goes backwards again.

After the black smoke passed, Wayne disappeared, and Andariel's figure appeared in place.

He looked into the distance.

Roland... I'm going to do a very cruel thing.

You, don't hate me.

I can give you, only these.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Xikuma's pupil: Oh, my subordinates are going to do something messy later, I'm on him, how bad is it? Should I look at it or not?

It's not good to see...

Doesn’t it mean I’m guilty of not watching?

Then I...

Wayne reached out and slapped his fragile eyes unconscious.

then……

Xikuma's pupil (angry): Wayne, even if I agree with you messing around, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge like this! ! !Falk you!

then:

Roland finally found the magic weapon that sealed his father's soul in the dead palace.

Untied the seal with his own blood.

So Dad can turn back.

Roland took the opportunity to pull Wayne to introduce him to the daughter-in-law who will be taken home.

The father was very dissatisfied: why not a girl?

No matter how Roland explained, the other party didn't accept it, and chased Roland and hacked everywhere.

Wayne asked to speak alone.

His father agreed, and Roland hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Wayne immediately showed the prototype of stopping, pulled his collar and told him: If you don’t agree to your son’s marriage, then I can only lock him in my palace every night and do whatever I want. regret!

Father is stupid.

So when Roland came in again, his father looked at him with weird eyes, and finally lined up his shoulders: Although he is not very satisfied, but it is enough, son, you are so awesome, you are indeed my son!

It's not my fault, Wayne clutched his vest tightly and must go to the end...

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