[Necromancer] Dark Throne

In a very small space, a silver line passed through a symbol of a divine pattern, the gentle trajectory changed several directions, and finally shattered together with the original trace.

As if infected, the countless symbols around the symbol quietly collapsed together, and then disappeared along with the entire space.

Failed again.

Wayne calmly stopped, the basic structure of the World Tree is so stable, how to define other basic divine lines, he still has no clue.

"Don't be impatient, the results will not come out at any time, but through a lot of experiments and technology accumulation, so as to find out the repeatability and stability of the rules themselves." A shadow communicating in the stream of consciousness comforted.

"I know this, but the other people in the group are too weak, you guys have to increase your progress, I'm done with the situation where I alone provide more than 60% of the research data!" Wayne said coldly .

"...That thirteen... I think you can find a wife." Guan Er's expression was covered by light and shadow, but his fingers trembled slightly, "Life is not just about studying this kind of thing..."

"Huh?" Wayne cast his cold gaze over.

"...The last time I worked with you to decipher the various power expressions of the basic divine pattern, I have been with you in the consciousness space for four years, and I want to meet my wife..." Guan Er said weakly.

"You can quit," Wayne said grimly.

"Fuck you!" Guan Er sighed, "Now that the experiment has been completed, when will we come again?"

"Tomorrow night." Wayne finished, and went offline faster than him.

"Does it make such a big difference..." Guan Er shook his head and looked left and right, "Aren't you going to protest?"

"Why? Look at Shisan. He is shrewd, rigorous, and energetic. It seems that he can't tolerate being confused with others. He completely fits the most perfect image of a professor in my mind. In other words, it must be easy to choose his class Hang up, ho ho..." A figure who seemed to be only half the height of others said excitedly.

"No. [-], I didn't ask you!" Guan Er said angrily, then turned his head.

The figure behind him sang in an aria: "That is the pilgrim struggling on the verge of truth. In worship and prayer, he listened to the soundtrack crashing and tearing the world apart. His devotion and unswerving shattered his heart twisted and cracked by silent wailing. When the emotional strings collapse, the young skin falls apart, and the quiet and deep blood is mottled, the bell of apocalypse has already sounded..."

"Eleven, speak human words!" Guan Er said with a headache.

"He will ignore you!" Eleven calmly replied, "Go to sleep, see you later."

"Guan Yi, I want to resign!"

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Wayne opened his eyes, and the silver symbol in his right eye was looming.

He stretched out his hands, a few blood vessels quickly appeared in the white bone claws, and countless cells split. Soon, the slender ghost claws turned into human hands, slender and white, perfect like a work of art.

He took another look, and the skin and muscles on his hands disappeared, and quickly returned to a pair of bone claws.

He stretched out his right index finger and inserted into his right eye, almost the entire finger right eye, but there was not a single drop of blood, as if that eye led to another dimension.

He dug out an eyeball from inside, but the right eye was still in the socket, as if it had been taken out of the void.

The silver talisman in his right eye reappeared.

The eyeball in front of him was locked in his line of sight, suddenly enlarged, and a row of cells on the iris completely appeared in his line of sight.

The cell zoomed in rapidly, entered the inner layer, and on the mitochondria, tiny symbols flashed.

The symbol is magnified again, and countless small runes that make up the symbol appear.But this symbol is moving and jumping, with a fixed frequency like a heartbeat, pulling the magical power in the void.

Form the same effect as a transit.

Is this the power level of my own eyes?

Really weak.

The silver thread in Wayne's right eye pulled out countless filaments, invaded the eyeball, and began to modify the symbols of the mitochondria in each cell. This delicate work was extremely exhausting, and soon he felt as if his brain had been drained.

But he didn't stop.

Now the real eye has replaced my right eye, and the original right eye can be used to experiment with my own settings.

He will use the runes of the Lord of Darkness Ilmins as the basis, remove the part that represents hugeness, replace it with the part of the God of Death symbol that represents separation, and then add the part of the God of Destruction that represents 'clearing', and recreate the After writing the connection, after repeatedly modifying the fit, the entire eye rune became another divine rune that had never appeared before.

When Wayne took back the silk thread used for the transformation of the right eye, the eye placed in front of him changed, and the whole eye was no longer a blood-red iris, but turned dark green, with a gloomy green glow.

Theoretically, this combination of destruction, death, and darkness would be extremely aggressive. Wayne, who was about to experiment, suddenly discovered that there were countless silk threads connected to the eyeballs.

This is, the thread of faith!

I haven't started piracy yet, this one can actually absorb the power of faith?

Although there are not many, this is only for the main gods of these powers of faith.

Most of the faith obtained by the Lord God is used to feed back the believers and maintain the kingdom of God. Instead, there are not many that can be used. Although the amount he stole is small, the purity is very high. Moreover, in this case, using this eye does not require his own eyes at all. Power, as long as those gods do not fall, and there are believers, it is exactly like a perpetual motion machine.

Do you want to put it in the left eye, but if my right eye is red and the left eye is green, will it be too tacky?Will he be laughed at by Roland?

However, Wayne felt too tired and didn't have any experiments. He was mentally exhausted and he hugged Roland next to him, and lay down on the bed with him.

When he woke up, Roland was lying quietly beside him, his sleeping appearance was gentle and peaceful, his slender arms wrapped him in his arms, never letting go for a moment.

He stretched out his hand across his eyebrows and kissed his lips.

The man was still sleeping peacefully and did not wake up.

"Roland, I haven't lost my temper for a long time, and being angry is also important. If you don't talk, I will gradually become less noisy..."

"If I knew it would be so troublesome to like you, I would, I would..." Wayne thought for a while, "Well, I probably won't like anyone except you."

"Roland, I miss you suddenly, even though you are right beside me." Wayne buried his head in his neck, "I really miss you."

"Time has always been the most ruthless killer. Only the true longevity species can retain themselves for a long time without being affected. Roland, if my love for you is worn away by time, are you afraid?"

"...My dear, don't scare me, okay?" Roland patted the top of his head speechlessly.

"Who told you to wake up!" Wayne was furious, and raised his hand and flattened, "I'm not in danger yet!"

"What you said is scarier than dead people, okay?" Roland sighed, "I dare not sleep anymore."

"The source of the world tree after eating for ten years is still useless?" Wei En snorted coldly, turning his head away, "You don't believe me so much, get out of here!"

"I'm going to fuck off, where can you find a man as good as me?" Roland flattered.

"You are enough!" Wayne said uncomfortably, "Gerry Huster just sent a copy of the source of the world tree. It is so hard for you to wake up once, so I will get it for you."

"There's no need for that," Roland grabbed his hand and comforted him, "Just let me sleep."

Wayne was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head: "Okay."

"Don't be in a hurry to put me to sleep, I want to stay with you for a while." Before Roland finished speaking, he suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Because Wayne just turned back into a human body.

……

"My dear, don't look at me like that. I actually don't mind." There was such a beautiful misunderstanding, God really treated me well, Roland hurried forward to appease his ugly lover.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't," Roland refused to let go, "Dear, do you still remember, you used to say that every time you talk to me, I feel like a little rabbit bumping around in my heart."

"Yes, I did." Wayne looked at him coldly.

"Then now, has the little rabbit grown up?"

Wayne: "I was killed early"

"My dear, if you keep pushing, we won't have time to sleep..." Roland complained.

"is it?"

"I never lied to you." Roland was extremely confident in this regard.

"Okay, come on."

Wayne closed his eyes.

Roland raised his gun excitedly and went into battle.

It's just the result of a pounce...

"My dear, how can you do this..." Roland curled up and accused.

"How did the time of the curse of flesh and blood change?" Wayne asked with great concern, "I accidentally turned into a ghost body. I'm sorry for letting you go. Did you break your things?"

"Why not, touch and see."

"No, it's dirty."

"My dear, you are really enough..." Roland complained, "My celestial light was bestowed by the Lord of Radiance himself. If he knows that I use it to treat this kind of injury, he may take me back and lock me up for 1000 years." Woolen cloth."

"Let him come. If you count from my previous life, he and I are life and death enemies..." Thinking of this, Wayne lifted his collar, "If one day, David and I fight, are you Help me or help him?"

"It must be helping you. The Lord of Radiance can't help you. But don't worry, he won't pursue me anymore. Your Majesty is always very happy." Roland comforted.

"What if I kill him?" Wayne asked coldly.

"My dear, stop making trouble, the possibility is so low that Dao doesn't even need to conceive—don't slap me in the face..."

"You talk a lot of nonsense, come here soon when you are cured."

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The author has something to say: Little Theater:

David: These holy spirits, don't you know that I can hear the whole sentence just by mentioning my name?seek death!