[Necromancer] Dark Throne

When Roland woke up, he was no longer in the Kingdom of God of the Lord of Radiance, and he looked up at the world.

The world seems to be gone, only a piece of chaos, this chaos is like water, mixed into one piece, rushing, and there are countless images in the turbulent flow.

The endless river is raging and roaring, and the countless silk threads growing out of the long river are entangled with each other, endlessly, covering the entire void world.

In this world, this river has its own thoughts, life, and destiny, forming a long and mighty river.

This is the river of fate.

This is the torrent of destiny in the material world, which can be cut off continuously and destroyed again. Unless the material world is destroyed, this long river will never dry up.

Here his strength is restrained by his instinct, in this world, like a fish out of water, there is a feeling of suffocation.

Roland looked at the countless silk threads calmly, closed his eyes and made some mental preparations.

Then, walk in.

Countless filaments were like sharp knives, directly cutting through his soul body.

Roland moved forward very slowly. His soul fell into the spirit body while being cut by the silk thread. When he walked by, he couldn't see the slightest damage. However, the pain would not decrease in the slightest. speed doubles.

The extremely thin thread, and the endless information, along with the thread layer upon layer, flowed into his mind, telling him where this is the thread of the world's destiny.

It's Kargath, on the upper level of the world tree, so, keep going.

Every time you take a step, your brain will be overwhelmed by endless information.And the pain caused by cutting the silk thread of the spiritual body surpassed any time he has endured, and as long as he is willing, as long as he releases the fate breath of the Lord of Radiance, he will be excluded by the river of fate.

This sense of sacrifice...

Roland thought bitterly, Wayne, I have lost a lot because of you, and when I see you, I have to stop.

However, soon, he couldn't even maintain his optimistic mood.

He didn't know how long he had walked this endless river of fate.

Trying to find an ordinary world here is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

There is no concept of time and space here.

Just like a well-written book, he may see the future or the past.

He saw that the Creator released a great force into the void, and that force gradually divided, and finally became the great tree of the world, and the first fruits on the tree of the world fell and became the gods.

He saw the battle of the gods thousands of years ago, and saw that the Lord of Light expelled the gods of darkness into hell in that battle, and became the well-deserved king of the gods.

He saw that the former Lord of Darkness was torn apart from body to soul, his remnants were scattered all over the abyss, his soul was torn apart, and finally turned into ordinary or even crippled souls, entering reincarnation.

He saw a piece of soul fragment thrown out of the range of the world tree in the battle of gods, and fell into an unknown place.

He saw Wayne... Wayne?

He saw Wayne lock himself in a huge magic circle, and then summon a human soul from the void to merge into his body. Then, the moment the strange blood pupils opened, they became extremely panicked.

……

He didn't know how long it had been and how much he had read, but too much information made him forget what he saw before, and the only thing he remembered was Wayne.

Here, his consciousness was eroded a little bit.

That day, he fell into the river, and in his dim consciousness, he seemed to see Wayne wearing the ring for himself with an expression that he couldn't bear to look at again...

At that moment his consciousness was clear, he gritted his teeth and stood up again, and then moved forward.

Almost instantly, the clear pain made him want to give up.

Do not!

Can't fall down.

Wayne is up ahead.

In the past, you can return to him.

He promised him.

go back.

go back to him.

He is sad.

Can't make him sad.

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The bottom of hell, Longdu.

A handsome young man looked at the extremely holy and extremely weakened soul in his hand with great interest.

What supports this soul, even if it dissipates at the bottom of the river of Styx, it is unwilling to leave?

It is really amazing that such a complex soul of human beings can bloom such a beautiful soul flower.

"Xiu, don't look at me with that expression of disapproval. I rescued this soul from the bottom of the Styx. If I wasn't me, I would have died there by now. I should study it." The young man said leisurely. explain.

"If you're bored, you can take care of something else." The man guarding him was noncommittal.

"For example?" The boy smiled.

"The dragon egg you left behind has reached the hatching stage, how do you want to explain it?" the man said kindly.

"Are you talking about the younger brother who belonged to death? The River of Sadness witnessed the tragedy. I watched the poor dragon egg disappear into the torrent of icy undead rot, and I watched him lose his life... I am so sad, lost Without him, my world is like the sky in the abyss, no one can understand how much despair there is, you can't understand it, and I can't understand it..."

"I hope others can accept this explanation." The man interrupted him calmly.

"Actually, I also want to see my brother. Maybe the eggshell can still be found." The young man said relaxedly, "With him, other people might be sad."

"As the prince of the Dragon Clan, your hobbies are too special." The man disagreed with his approach.

"I just like to pass the boredom, Xiu, you say let this soul go, where will he go?"

"The noble blood you have can enter and exit the long river of fate at the core of the Styx. It can be easily detected." The man knew that the other party had committed a bad taste again as soon as he heard it.

"Of course I know, it's the abyss of the undead. Xiu, we have a good relationship with it. I gave Xikuma a chance back then, and he became the god of the undead. Then I smashed Shara's skull and studied the orthodox dragon race. How to become an undead, and give the brother's egg to Beishuihe. By the way, I haven't seen the fear for a long time, don't you miss it?" The boy asked with a smile.

"Fear will not miss you, including all the people around you, will not miss you." The man said calmly.

"That's why I was pleasantly surprised. Ever since Xikuma fell in love with sleeping, I can't even find a god to play with." The young man complained dissatisfiedly, "Xiu, if one day I disappear, you will find me ?"

"You think too much, Your Highness." The man smiled.

"Then let's go, let's see where this soul will go first... Well, I will let him leave from the Styx. Maybe we can see something interesting." The boy smiled very happily, showing two cute little canine teeth .

"Your Highness." The man suddenly looked solemn, "This soul should have found its way back a long time ago, but have you been interfering?"

"Am I that bad? I just brought him back to study when he was about to arrive..."

The man didn't say much, just stretched out his hand.

The boy handed over the soul in his hand to him embarrassingly.

"Also!" the man said in a deep voice.

"Okay." The boy tore out a blood-stained scale from his arm and handed it to him: "Remember not to stay in Styx for too long, it will do great harm to the soul."

The man turned and left.

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On the Temple Mount today, there are still snowflakes flying all over the sky.

A group of weak souls floated down from the void, he was as weak as flying blood in the void.

When dipped into the ground like ink blots.

The soil in that area actually emitted a slight white light.

The eve of dawn is the darkest moment, and the soil vibrates slightly.

An arm protruded from the cracks in the soil, slender and perfect, even though this hand was covered with blood at this moment, it could be reminiscent of him painting with blood.

This hand squeezed hard in the void, as if trying to grab something, but in the end it was released in vain, and then the whole palm was pressed against the soil, with a little force, he turned over from the death pit , lying on his back by the pit, gasping for breath, as if at this moment, all the strength he had accumulated had been exhausted.

There seemed to be a trace of blankness in his eyes, he pressed his heart, there was no heartbeat, but there was something like a spar, which revived the whole body.What is this, something that is neither human nor ghost?

What am I?

I……

He looked down to see the ring on his fingertip.

Wayne, yes, come back to him, I promised...

He is here, the Palace of the Underworld.

In the brown night, his eyes have become decorations, and his ears are full of hoarse winds, like the whispers of demons and the shallow singing of ghosts. All his senses can only rely on touch.Relying on a direction in his memory, he began to trek.

He doesn't know what kind of body he is now, he won't be hungry or tired, but he can feel pain, his body is not completely cold, but there is still a trace of warmth.

However, none of this matters.

He could feel it approaching.

In the Temple of the Dark Night, Wayne is analyzing new magic formulas in his code. The loopholes in the World Tree Law are not easy to find, and all the foundations must be summed up.

Green Hill suddenly ran in wildly.

"What's wrong?" Wayne asked, looking up.

"That, that..." Green was at a loss, tangled and shocked, and couldn't even speak clearly.

"Calm down, don't worry." Wayne said calmly.

"Well, Your Majesty, I said, you have to calm down." Green finally found the theme.

"You say." Wayne was mentally prepared.

"At the front line of the Spirit Tower, someone found Roland. I went to make sure. Roland, Roland found him...I brought him to the hall..." Before Green could finish speaking, Wayne stood up suddenly, and his whole body froze. in place.

Green looked back and saw a man walking slowly towards the entrance of the hall.

His clothes were bloody and dirty, and his body was muddy, but Wayne could recognize him at a glance.

Greenhill suddenly found himself redundant.Well, I leave your majesty to you today.He went out quietly.

Wayne covered the corner of his lips. At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was the only one in the world.

Roland walked up to him, hugged him gently, and kissed him on the forehead.

At that moment, as a ghost, he burst into tears.