[Necromancer] Dark Throne

"Where?"

"It's snowing outside, I'm going to increase the fire."

"Really? I like snow the most. Do you like it?"

"do not like."

"Don't you dare not like it?" The snow-loving lich was about to stretch out its claws.

"My family is in the north. Every year, many serfs can't survive the winter. A snowfall will kill many people. I don't like people dying." Roland sighed slightly when he said this.

"Are you afraid of death and still come here? Death is just another new life." Wayne didn't care about that.

"Not all the dead can welcome their second life. My father said that life has its own dignity, and every life should be respected."

"Then if I become an undead, will you still like me?" Wayne asked.

"Why not, I don't dislike you now, and I won't in the future." The undead feel so little, and they can't be more picky than they are now... Roland secretly planned.

"Hmph, you said you liked women back then." Wayne turned his face away.

"Well, every man thinks he likes a woman until he finds the man he loves." The knight said seriously.

"Are you really a knight? You seem to be very good at talking. If you die, I won't want you."

"Really?" Roland was hurt.

"...With your personality, who would you hate?"

Roland thought for a while before saying, "If only hatred can continue to exist in this world, then I will definitely hate. Because I want to be by your side."

"Well, if that's the case, even if it's a skeleton, I'll make do with it, and you don't like me because I'm moved, right? Because I tried so hard to save you?" Wayne felt particularly lacking in security, Although I was pouring water at the time...

Roland leaned against his forehead, kissed him lightly, and easily comforted his lover's heart: "No, if you choose because you are moved, how can you be moved for a lifetime?"

"Hmph, come to sleep, I'm cold."

"Ah."

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On the holy mountain in June, the snowflakes are flying, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger, like goose feathers, and the snow falls for hundreds of miles. It is not inferior to the real winter snow, and it is thickly piled on the ground.

It's snowing all over the sky, but I can't bring back the world with him.

Wayne was seated in the snow, and the ground around him was still smooth without a single snowflake falling down. Roland lay on top of him with his brows and eyes closed quietly, as if he was asleep.

Still can't hear his heartbeat.

No resentment, no hatred.

He doesn't have what the undead should have.

However, you promised me.

Seven days, seven days!

Today is the last day of seven days, you know that.

Why don't you get up.

Roland, if you lie to me, I will never forgive you!

Wayne lowered his head and stretched out his right hand. In the metacarpal bone, a ring similar to his bone color lay quietly there.

Not long ago, he was still thinking that if Roland proposed marriage, he should reject it several times before agreeing to him.

And now...

We all thought there was still plenty of time.

Only now do I know that there may not be a future tomorrow.

After tonight, there are no souls left. They will be pulled into the River Styx by the countless chains of the people of the world, and enter the world of reincarnation.

After reincarnation, you are not you anymore...

I'm not going to find your reincarnation...that's not you...

So, are you waking up?

I will never leave you alone again and I will never let anyone hurt you like you protected me.

The slender fingertips ran across the pale cheeks in his arms. When he came over, the tears on the other side were not dry yet.

He didn't know how he waited to see him for the last time, and he didn't know what he was thinking at the end, but Roland would not cry. For such a long time, even if he sent his father away, he was just blessing him.

His heart never despairs of anything.

"Roland." He found his fingertips were trembling, "The moon is almost past the mid-heaven, and if you don't come, you won't be able to wake up."

Hold that cold palm, but can no longer feel any breath of life from the slender fingertips.

"When you wake up, I will accept your ring. I don't want you to kneel down, and I won't say go away. I will never let you go again...I promise you everything, okay?"

The silvery moon in the sky slowly crawled across, getting closer and closer to Zhongtian, which made Lich's eyes widen uncontrollably.

"Roland! Roland! Hurry up - if you die, I will let everyone who is not dead now accompany you, do you believe it or not?"

However, no matter how much he shook the cold body under him, the man's brows and eyes were still closed peacefully, without any response.

The time limit is getting closer.

The lich watched in despair as the moonlight poured down the sky, colder than his frost.Deep fear is like a cold thunderbolt, stinging life from the depths of the soul.

The lich closed her eyes.

He knew that the people under him would never open their eyes again, nor would they kiss his forehead, let alone put a ring on him.

"……Ah."

Lifting his head and chuckling, Wayne pressed his chest hard. There was obviously no heart there, but why did it still hurt so much.

"You still haven't done it..."

"I don't blame you...how can I be willing to..."

"Roland, do you know? Only by your side can I be Lou Weien, but after you die, after that, there will be only the King of Suspense in this world. Lou Weien is most afraid of one person, so let him accompany you .” He held his finger, put a ring on his hand, and then used Roland's finger to put it on himself.

"This is Holy Spirit Mountain, the place where your ancestors rest, and you will not be alone here."

Wayne dug a hole with his hands, carefully put Roland down, and covered it with soil bit by bit.

The soil under the frost and snow was cold, but it made no difference to Wayne.

"It's always going to be this cold here, and there's always going to be snowflakes."

"I will never come here again. In the future, the person you love will be gone. Maybe you will find the person who loves you in the next life. But that's not me. Goodbye...no, never again."

If Roland could wake up again, laugh and cry again, he would pay any price for it.

But at the moment when hope really died, Wayne felt as if his whole body was torn apart abruptly, and the human self died along with it...

But he still has goals.

Gerry Huster.

I look forward to seeing you again.

I will defeat your race and hang your head on Mount Night.

What about the race of the Great Demon King, and what about the Lord of the Abyss?

You will all be bones under my dark throne, and stand with me.

I'm Wayne Dijiaana.

Quit the monarch.

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Well, it's only April 4st...

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Veteran of the Land of the Holy Spirit: Hey, the newcomer over there, don't look at it, the position here is for life, don't even think about it!

Roland: If I don't go back, my wife will divorce me...

Veteran of the Land of the Holy Spirit: Look at it a little more... Think about it from another angle, the wife gets half the price when she gets out of bed, and now you dump him, you can find a second love right away. As a man, you are so happy People envy...

Roland: Don't think I won't beat you because you are my father!

Land of the Holy Spirit Veteran (whispers): Do you want me to cover you, you bastard?

Book Three: True Lies