Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 408
"Did you already know that? Brother Morokey." The two dragon priests leaned against the black stone wall of the Heiyuan Arena, and in the shadows they watched the Prince of Heiyuan who was standing in the middle of the stand and helped Lyle up. . "Is that just an illusion?"

"What do you think, my sister Irason." Mr. Scholar didn't go out, and he didn't need to intervene in Lyle's affairs, so he was happy to keep a low profile.

Irason shook her head, the new buds hanging from the corolla above her head exuded a sweet fragrance.

"I'm not sure. A brilliant dream messenger can spread emotional illusions with false ones, and so can a soul master. The revived omen has the ability to manipulate fear, which means that he can pollute the soul, and naturally he can also create hallucinations. And another guess...brother, isn't that why you raised Lyle."

"Lyle is a good student. Even if he doesn't have this talent, my attention to him won't diminish much." The scholar emphasized his position. As a teacher and a brother, he didn't want Iraqi Eun left a distorted image of herself as a mercenary spellcaster who took advantage of her students.

"But it will never be as special as it is now, brother Morokui. He is nourishing your desires, your longings, and making your soul alive again. Lyall gave you hope, even if it is a dirty hope. After It's been so long, the last time I saw you acting up, was when you were alive."

The scholar simply smiled.

"People are always willing to believe what they think, and apply the rules they understand to the incomprehensible. They misinterpret the unknown as the known, and use rejection to avoid fear."

"You mean my prejudice against you, or their understanding of Lyle's behavior?"

Scholars did not answer, but raised new questions.

"Irazon, which fact do you want to believe?"

"A false illusion of a broken hell?"

"Or after the shattering of hell, the invisible existence as the Creator will reshape all of this?"

The green dragon priest took a deep breath, spraying a peppermint breath into the cool shadows.

"I hope that's an illusion. I hope that... the future is within our grasp."

"But brother, what do you mean, Ominous Omen already has the power to distort and reshape reality..."

"No, there is no bad omen. He is just Lyall's fear container, another half body. The shattered hell is indeed just an illusion. The bad omen is not stupid. He understands his weakness and will not provoke the fragile nerves of the demons. That fear Illusions, nothing but threats of discontent."

"Thank God." Everything did not break through Ira Song En's bad expectations, it was just an illusion.Irathorn looked at the scholar. "But in that case, doesn't it mean that brother's wish has not been fulfilled?" After all, what scholars want is the power to distort and pollute the reality.

"Aren't you depressed, brother?"

"Of course not, Lyle has exceeded my expectations."

"Ominous Omen can't break hell and rebuild it, but [Lyle] can. Omen is just a part of him." The scholar walked towards the outside of the arena. "That illusion was his protest against me, his dissatisfaction with my separation of Nia from his whole body. Let it be fragmented, and until now, I can only use an illusion to spread fear..."

"The recovery of the new god exceeded brother's expectations?"

"Yes. My original plan was that Lyle would start to recover his divinity after reaching the five locks, so as to ensure that humanity became the absolute leader. But now it broke out, something stimulated him, making Lyle's The nature of existence has become less stable. The plan cannot keep up with the changes, the integration has begun, and our plan needs to be further implemented."

Irason watched the scholar's moving steps, he didn't show the joy in his words, and kept the peace that nothing happened.It should not be a big problem.

"But, why does the returning Heiyuan Prince seem to be a different person, as if he was under some kind of mind control..."

Mr. Scholar stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Irason who seemed to be waiting for some bad news.

"You're overreacting, my sister. Your sensitivity to evil gods has made you forget your calmness, and you're startled now. You need to go back to the dream and adjust your emotions. Otherwise, the dragon priest will go crazy again .”

The scholar's fingers tapped lightly on the face of the green dragon priest.

"Spiritual guidance, you can do that kind of thing, right?"

"The Demon Race is a group that advocates strength, and they will show respect to the victors, especially those who have defeated themselves."

"The bad omen didn't distort Gao Jialan's sanity, but he did what a hypnotist would do, planting a psychological suggestion in the subconscious."

"Gao Jialan's inner fear of the omen and his respect for the victor combined his affection for Lyle. This is what the omen wants to see..."

The sound dissipated with the departure of the dragon priest, and the secrets in it were also covered by silence.

In the center of the arena, the investigation of the hell plane by the black abyss demons has also ended.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Raymondos, my child is right. There is no loss in the plane of hell, and there are no casualties (the demons waiting to be resurrected are not counted as casualties). Everything is my overreaction. If you can If so, I want to host a banquet for you to express my guilt."

Pomfrey Heiyuan handed over the comatose Lyle to Raymond, looked up at the tall Raymond, those beautiful golden pupils seemed to be rippling water waves, if Raymond looked directly, he would see a The handsome figure was himself.No one could refuse a humble invitation from a queen who stood at the apex of the herd.

Unless he doesn't look.

Mr. Raymond held Lyle in his arms, and examined Lyall's torso from head to toe with the Holy Light.Then he left on his own, leaving only one sentence.

"Good luck to you, Demon Race."

From the beginning to the end, Lei Meng didn't even pay attention to the queen of the black abyss who was showing coquettishness, except when she was in the way.

The surrounding hell lords all lowered their heads, not daring to pay attention to the embarrassing queen, their eyes wandering, maybe they have to go back to hell and wait for rebirth.

Gao Jialan's cheerful voice appeared behind Pomfrey, "Mom, the invitation to Lord Reymondos failed again. I told you not to read the social cheats produced by those liches."

"The demons should choose their spouses in their own way."

Prince Heiyuan, who did not hesitate to expose his mother's scar, quickly endured the heavy blow of maternal love, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on Pomfrey's long skirt.Looking at his son who was twitching in his arms like a shrimp, Pomfrey's eyes were cold.

"You have failed again, my boy."

Prince Heiyuan pulled a smile on his face, "There is no way, Mr. Plague Doctor is very strong, he is worthy of being the heir of Lord Raymondos. And I have lost more than once."

"After the celebration is over, you should go back to hell and challenge the lord of hell, what a disgraceful son."

Gao Jialan laughed, and Feima Heiyuan stood up to defend him.

"Mother, my brother is not ashamed. Only my brother is the only demon under the age of [-] who can challenge the Lord of Hell without being killed."

"Then I lost to the Lich." The Queen of the Abyss came to a decisive conclusion.

"...Obviously you were all frightened by Mr. Plague Doctor." Fei Ma complained in an inaudible voice.

The Queen of the Abyss clapped her hands and ordered the demons to clean up the arena immediately.

"The exhibition match is over, and next, the Wandering City Tournament officially begins."

Winner of the Hellfire Invitational.

Andry College, Mr. Plague Doctor!

(End of this chapter)