[Necromancer] Dark Throne

Snowflakes dance in the dark night.

Wayne walked on the beach step by step. In front of him was an endless sea of ​​undead.

Here is the star falling into the sea. When a world falls, it will be absorbed by the abyss. The bigger one will generate a road leading to the abyss and be eaten away, while the smaller one will be torn apart by the huge gravitational force and turned into countless pieces. Among them, whether the living or the dead, they will all be thrown out of the world by centrifugal force and fall into this sea.

The only water here is undead rot, the kind that can corrode everything except obsidian.

Even so, too many undeads made it impossible for this liquid to swallow them all, so they piled up one by one.There is no larger water surface here, it is full of undead, densely packed, endless.One on top of another, group on group.

Only the undead above level [-] can find the consciousness before rebirth, be allowed by the magic circle of the star falling into the sea, be sent to the abyss of the undead, and become the residents of the abyss of the undead.At other times, only when a large amount of miscellaneous soldiers and cannon fodder are needed, manpower will be drawn from here.

Wayne stood on the coast, and wave after wave of undead bombarded the sealing circle on the shore like a tide. Every attack triggered a huge power of divine power on the circle. Countless undead were wiped out in the white light, but there were The next wave keeps coming, endlessly, without end.

Wayne watched the wave after wave of undead calmly, and gently stretched out his hand.

An eyeball emitting green light floated from his palm, the ice green eyes were beautiful and coquettish, flying in the air.

It ignored the huge magic circle stretching for thousands of miles on the coast, ignored the tide of thousands of undead, and floated above the sky, emitting ripples like water waves.

"Gods are divided into two types. One is the primitive gods that fell from the world tree. He is born with the basic laws of light, darkness, death, and life. This is the ancient gods; the other is the own intelligent creatures. Finally, the origin gods who are conferred with the huge power of faith in the intelligent soul and use this as the reason for their existence, once their number of believers is less than 2000, they will not have enough power of faith to support the burning of the divine fire, and thus fall " Wayne looked up at the sky, "I don't need the power of faith anymore, as long as I am willing and not afraid of being discovered by the gods, then my power of faith can basically surpass all gods..."

"But I don't have a godhead. The virtual godhead has no materials, and secondly, it will be attacked by the World Tree consciousness. The harm outweighs the benefits." Wayne's gaze fell on that eyeball.

"If you only use the power of faith to activate artifacts like artifacts, it would be too wasteful. Then, I must understand how the divine power of the ancient gods works." He raised his hand lightly without any further hesitation.

A strong breath of negative energy suddenly erupted from the eyeballs. It was an abyss-like terrifying energy breath near death.

In order to understand the principle of divine power, he spent a hundred years engraving the god of death's rune completely in his eyes. A change of hundreds of MB.

At the end of the engraving, his whole body was a little abnormal. At that time, the Blood Knight King wanted to come to get a thousand points of death essence, but he actually said at that time: "Let's take a whole number, 1024 copies, to save trouble."

At that time, the way the Blood Knight King looked at him changed, and he specially asked Fear to see if there was something wrong with him.

Ci Ao, explaining such scientific things to that gossip king of fear is the most troublesome thing in the world!

Thinking far away, Wayne looked in front of him. Under the infection of the strange light, smoke-like things evaporated from the bodies of countless undead. They became thicker and denser, and finally turned into blurred people of smoke. Face.

It was a distorted face, with pain, hatred, despair, and fear... Sure enough, the undead stayed in the world with resentment and unwillingness, that's why they had so many negative emotions.

No...why, so few souls?

"Because the soul of the undead is not complete." Fear came out of the darkness.

"The soul is not complete?" Wayne suddenly realized that he had neglected one of the most important things. He was afraid that this old monster who had lived for an unknown number of years would be a walking encyclopedia. He had been working hard for hundreds of years. Why didn't I think of this database?What a mistake!

Wayne's eyes sparkled.

"You don't need to look at me with that look." Instinctively pressed down the lion's head, which reminded me of biting people, and smiled fearfully, "I'm very interested in your research, let's exchange it."

"You talk about the soul of the undead first." Wayne stretched out his hand and swiped in the air. The snowflakes in the sky condensed into a set of gorgeous tables and chairs. Countless ice and snow roses sprouted, grew and bloomed around, turning the surrounding into a beautiful sea of ​​flowers. The snowflakes blocked the roar of the undead, and for a while, the surroundings were as beautiful as a pure land of heaven.

Frightened and nodded his seat: "After life dies, the pious will enter the kingdom of God, while the superficial or unbelievers will be dragged into the cycle of the river Styx by the chains in the void. The obsession of the undead makes them remember the world, but the void The law in the middle is very powerful. Souls who are unwilling to reincarnate will always be more or less partly pulled away by chains. Only the most obsessive part is left. So so many undead will still be themselves even if they have very little consciousness Attacking the living is also because of the instinctive thought of missing parts of the soul."

"So, the low-level undead devour each other, and once they reach the fourth level, the soul will no longer be suppressed by instinct after being completed, and the complete soul can also provide faith to the eternal sleeper?" Wayne understood the key in an instant. .

"That's it." Horror calmly looked at the countless faces floating in the sky, "I really don't understand how you did it."

"Do what?" Wayne looked at the emotions floating in the countless voids, and looked at the heart of fear.

"The reason for the existence of the undead is hatred." Fear sighed softly, "You swallowed those faces with that strange eye, and you also deprived the reason for the existence of the undead."

Wayne looked at the sky carefully, and the silver thread in his right eye flickered, and he saw countless chains in the void, binding the numb souls in the sea of ​​undead, and pulling them into the ubiquitous river Styx.

"It's not the complete annihilation of David, the Lord of Glory, but forcing them to give up their obsession and reincarnation." Fear tilted his head, "This is the true meaning of death."

"Reincarnation?" Wayne seemed to understand something.

"Yes" bowed his head in fear, and sang a gentle poem devoutly.

"Delicate roses also wither

The lily that blooms will eventually wither

Stars will not last forever

Soul reincarnation never ends

The last wish of the dead is never to be forgotten

The living pray for engraved in the heart

the end of the long road

The clouds in the sky never stay

The ancient god tree has a lifespan

A great story must have an end

May the dead no longer hesitate

May the living inherit the long mission

Stars will not last forever

Soul reincarnation never ends..."

"What is the name of this poem?"

"Requiem. Thousands of years ago, the God of Soul sang this ballad, guarding the dignity of countless souls. When he was there, there were no undead, no broken souls, only an unyielding will."

"what about now?"

"He fell in the battle of the gods. In order not to disturb the order of the return of the soul, he turned into a bridge connecting the Styx to the material world before his fall, bringing the dead souls into the Styx. Since then, the chains have ignored people's obsession , faithfully implement the laws established by the God of Soul when he fell, and tear those who do not want to leave to pieces." Horror sighed slightly.

"Then why are you still alive?" Wayne asked calmly.

"Is it obvious?" Fearful supported the lion's head on top of his head, so that it would not fall down when he was stunned.

"You will admit it once you cheat." Wayne said indifferently.

"Well, at that time, I was the hard-core descendant of the Lord of Darkness, and I was considered the top among the high-ranking gods, but I was caught by them and used me to lure out the Dark Lord who was severely injured by the Creator at that time. Lord, Ilmins." Fear stretched out the lion's head to comfort him and beat back his tongue, "In that battle, Ilmins died, my godhood was shattered, and I didn't have the strength to maintain my godfire, so I just killed him. My body merged into the River Styx and became a part of the world tree. The soul turned into a substance and wandered in the world."

"As for Roland's soul, you really have nothing to do?" Wayne is not interested in these old almanacs.

"I'm no longer a god, and I can't change the rules that I once set when I was a god. Once Roland uses someone else's soul, would you like it?"

"Of course not!" Wayne clasped his finger into Roland's five fingers, "My man, I can't allow him to be a little fake!"

"Then do you know what he's doing?" Fear smiled and pointed at Roland.

"What did he do, you know?" Wayne glanced at him lightly.

"Well, although I've been laid off for a long time, I still have experience. In his dream, he tried to fight back his soul." Fearful eyes showed a hint of admiration, "You can imagine, when you are cut yourself After hundreds of pieces, the feeling of sewing yourself up. The material is the source of the world tree, the only thing in the world that can repair the soul."

"He didn't tell me." Wayne clasped his hand tightly, "What else, finish it in one breath."

"Because the possibility of failure is far greater than the possibility of success, he probably doesn't want you to be happy for nothing. I have been the god of souls for so many years, and I can judge this kind of thing by fluctuations," sighed fearfully, "Il Mings, I was also his admirer back then, but unfortunately, there is no fate. People who like you are always so unlucky, but fortunately, I am no longer hanging on that tree. "

"Don't talk nonsense, ask, what is the purpose of telling me this." Wayne's bloody eyes locked on him tightly, "Don't think that the people above you can protect you, if you want me to kill God."

There is no secret that can escape the eyes of reality. He already knew the real body of the white lion, but in order to prevent the collapse of other monarchs' beliefs, he endured it and said nothing. God knows he wanted to kill God a long time ago, especially this one who is here They had pretended to be a cool and noble guy for so many years, but when he saw his real body that day, the contrast was so great that he almost knocked off all his bones and almost hit a pillar!

Xingxin pressed the lion on his head, and the other party was furious. Xingxin could only hold him in his arms, knocked him hard twice, and then calmly said: "Help me, use your ability to modify the laws I set, Return the dignity of the soul to life."