Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 441 The King of Broken Crowns
The central square is the same as before. If it weren't for Mr. Scholar who collapsed on the central round platform, Lyle would even think that everything was just a nightmare.

Everyone's large forces have gathered in the center.

"Your Majesty Irina/Mr. Scholar/Teacher, are you alright?"

The scholar leaned on the emerald green branches, and the magic dragon looked up at the Mystic Eye, filling the barrier surrounding the city with magic power.The twisted tentacles had already rotted half of his bones, and the burning soul fire pushed back those tentacles of flesh and blood that snaked upwards.

"I'm fine, temporarily."

Behind the scholar, an emerald tree blooms with the brilliance of life, and the hanging branches connect to the scholar, helping him resist corruption, like a ventilator.The green dragon priest Yia Songen slept on the huge blade, and in her hand, a twisted and wriggling ball beat like a heart.

Looking at the approaching crowd, the scholar summed up the current situation.

"Irazon is helping me resist corruption. I connected the magic net with the dream to suppress the power of corruption. Those distorted citizens will gradually fall into a deep sleep. But the situation is still very bad. The man named Sheriu The Cthulhu larva controlled the Wandering City and came to the Void, the Void, this is a dim cemetery. The power of the Void will eventually erode everything about us. Death is only a matter of time."

"We need to go back, if the void can't stay, then go back." William stood up.

"And correcting these distorted lives." Lyle walked out.

The two teenagers maintained the same determination on their faces.

Facing the two of them, the scholar's soul flame beat slightly.

"Lyle...William..."

William looked at the gentle lich, wearing a shabby robe, with broken chains wrapped around his body, and a big mouth was pierced in the center. The throbbing from the blood made William silent.

The scholar spoke first.

"It's William...my grandson, what a bad meeting, I originally planned to deal with you properly."

"Grandpa Irion..."

The scholar stretched out his palm, and in his hand, the bloody crown gleamed.

"Dorgit's inheritance continues..."

"...Father..." William recalled the man bragging and drinking in the bar, always putting his arms around his shoulders and making some rubbish jokes, especially after he fell in love, the pornographic jokes became more obvious, and William couldn't help but suspect Is this old bastard planning to do something.That was all he had of Carlos, the few joyful memories.

The pain can be recalled later, but the cruel reality does not give people time to hurt.

William held the crown in his hand and looked at his kin.

"What should we do to save the wandering city, grandpa."

"Sheriu distorted the citizens and used the power of your key to transfer the entire city into the void. The void is like a man-eating labyrinth. You can enter it, but it is difficult to go back the same way. We are lost. To teleport to a precise location over a long distance requires a considerable level of time and space magic attainments, a teleportation master. And I, because of corruption, can only communicate."

"Then are there any other teleportation masters here?"

"Your father was once the best teleportation master."

"But I only have the talent in the field of elements." For three generations, Carlos inherited Irina's talent for time and space, and William inherited Irion's talent for elements.

"This is one of them." The scholar turned his gaze to Lyle. "If you want to save the citizens here, Lyall."

"Only the evil god can fight against the evil god."

"Want to distort life, which is like breathing to the evil god, but want to reshape life."

"That is the power of the creator. Creation is always more difficult than destruction."

"Your difficulty is the same, lack of ability."

William beat the ground hard, and the manic elements showed the master's anger and raised stone pillars on the ground.

Lyle clenched his fists and paid attention to his mentor. Instead of being depressed, he looked at himself. His eyes showed the madness of a lich.

"So, teacher scholar, how can I become a creator? You have a way."

"I don't have the solution." The scholar's voice gradually decreased, as if he didn't intend to tell everyone the only way, or in other words, he was ashamed and remorseful.

Regarding William and Lyle's questioning, Irina never made a sound again, like a stone sculpture.

Echelle loudly expressed his dissatisfaction, "Irina, it's time for life and death, why are you still covering up, what can you do, just say it! We are trying to save you now Own city!"

"Enough, Echelle, don't you understand!"

The roar of the former king of Doria drowned Echel's voice.

"The method that Yi Ruien said is [that], if it were you, can you say it!"

"[That]?" Echelle stopped shouting, his eyes left Irina, and he became hesitant like him, and cast his eyes on the group of people vaguely.

Memories of the evening, forgetting the kings.

"Hahahaha, Echelle, look at your bear!"

The former king Luximar, who was wearing a cloak, came out, patted the tall body of the former king ranger, and walked to Lyle and William.

"Little guys, don't mind, our leader, Irina, is thin-skinned, and hesitating is a common problem of magicians who have something on their minds."

"Forgive him, it's really not easy to talk about this kind of thing."

While Lucimar and Lyle were chatting, the former kings of Twilight Memories had surrounded Lyle and William in the center.

"Kick Echelle and Rhett out, what are these two guys messing around with, don't they still have two little granddaughters to take care of? These two heartless people are not qualified to stay in Memories of Dusk, I suggest Irion Fire them!"

"That's right! They can't be called Forgotten Kings! They're too rubbish, I'm ashamed to be with them!"

The booing Forgotten Kings talked and laughed, and just like that pushed the two silent former kings out.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Lyle and William didn't make a sound, but just watched these dead kings silently.

"The power of the king, the miraculous power that belongs to us, makes our soldiers brave and good at fighting, and makes our people united as one."

"The miracle bestowed on us by God is also a key to unlock the potential hidden in the blood."

Luximar took off the shining crown on his head and gestured in front of Lyle.

"See, Lyle, this is our proudest strength. The proof of our country, the witness of our past glory."

"On the day you joined, we were looking forward to, looking forward to the day when you would wear such a dazzling crown, just like us... No, it's better not to be like us."

"Losing everything, leaving only a shriveled king's certificate, becoming the king of oblivion, becoming a phantom that remembers the past."

"Thank you for your disguise, Lyle. It may be hard for you to imagine how the re-experience of those emotions brought vitality to Twilight Memories. This allows us to dare to make today's choices."

"Thanks to that bastard named Sheriu, who gave us the chance to regain power in the dead bones in our tomb."

"Thanks to the gods for giving us the last light of the Forgotten King."

The broken country, the king of oblivion, the power of the king contained in it is very little.However, this world has its rules, a chance, a chance for the dying to give it a go.

"I, Lucimar, King of the Overhang! Here! Shatter my glory willingly!"

The crown held in his hand screamed, and dazzling silver spots burst out from the broken crown.

Luximar held the light spot in his hand, and his stalwart body dumped the blooming power of the king on Lyle's head.

One broken crown after another, one proud oath after another, the baptism of blessings one after another.

"I volunteer to smash Strait's Twilight!"

"I voluntarily shatter the dawn of Lafayette!"

"I volunteer..."

"I volunteer..."

"Here! Crowning William Dorgit/Lyle Buller!"

"The Forgotten King will eventually pass away..."

"And you, will be crowned kings!"

With the gifts of the forgotten kings, two men who inherit the power of the king are about to save this broken homeland.

(End of this chapter)