Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 613: The Inverse Scale of Light
The feeling of visiting Holy Light Chapel again is not the same as before.After the dragon teacher and the dragon priest recounted the specific process of the ceremony, Lyle, who had just been resurrected and his brain was not working well, knew that Mr. Raymond had saved him again.For Mr. Raymond, Lyall was grateful, but also a little embarrassed.Standing outside the door, he straightened Nia's crumpled robe before, and controlled his chin not to lift too high.

Just as Lyle combed those disobedient hairs, golden magic dust fell on his head.Only then did Lyle realize that the Lich Crown was still on his head, and its magic tentacles polished off every bit of himself, scraping off countless dust and falling on Lyle's head.Now it is "sticking gold" to itself, using alchemy to turn the mithril on its surface into a thin layer of gold foil.If it weren't for the eternal runes burned inside by Mr. Dean, Lyle believed that the crown of the lich could definitely degrade itself into a golden crown, although it seems that the price has dropped a lot now, and the fragile golden paper is constantly falling off .

"Can you pay attention?" Lyle began to remove the gold powder from his hair a little helplessly. The Lich's Crown was also a little embarrassed, and stretched out its magic tentacles to help clean, and then a small strand of Lyle's hair turned into gold.

Feeling something in his heart, Lyle stretched out his hand to the hairpin, and with a slight pressure, the soft golden hair was pulled off by himself.

"You!!!" Lyle didn't dare to imagine the horror of his hair, and the caring Nia told him.

"A large golden flower bloomed on Lyle's head."

[Like a color-reversed pansy. 】

"Forget it, it seems that it is not suitable to visit Mr. Raymond today, come again another day."

Ignoring the twisted Lich Crown on his head, Lyall was about to turn and leave.

A foot kicked him hard in the lower back, Lyle flew out, knocked his face open the door of the chapel, rolled several times in the air, and fell to his knees in the central aisle.

With a hot face, Lyle raised his head and saw Mr. Raymond, Ariane, and Lovedy all staring at him in dead silence.

Now it is meaningless to worry about who kicked it. Lyle bit the bullet and said to Mr. Raymond: "Thank you very much for lending a helping hand to the dragon, Mr. Raymond."

"Ah? Ah." Mr. Raymond seemed to have just recovered from his astonishment. He waved his hand, and the door of the chapel closed automatically, "...Lyle, although the floor here has been enchanted by me with holy light, it is warm, but...you He is a pure person, so there is no need to perform such a grand ceremony."

"come on."

……

Sitting side by side with Raymond on the bench again, the Angel of Light's blessing of purification restored Lyall's gold thread, and the Lich's Crown was held by Raymond in the palm of his hand, and the gold foil on the surface peeled off in pieces in the holy light.

Raymond looked at the crown of the lich with limp hands, sticking to his hand like a starfish, soaked in the holy light, he smiled helplessly, "The crown of the lich's clan is still the same, I thought I After losing to the dragon, he will stop."

"Mr. Raymond is quite popular." Lyle was actually a little confused. If the Crown of the Lich is only after the strongest wearer, that is to say, Mr. Raymond is still the best choice for it. Even if it is suppressed by the dragon once.

Ariane sat aside, tilting his head and watching Lyle silently.Mr. Raymond popular?In Andrea?
"The dragon is resurrected, he is no longer a lich, and has the crown of the dragon group, but why does he like me? My situation is obviously similar."

almost?Lyle thought about it. In the previous struggle between the angel and the dragon, the dragon father had a shining dragon crown on his head, and the angel's head was just a seraphim halo formed by condensed power.Mr. Raymond didn't do his best. As the strongest paladin and pioneer of the era, he never wore his crown.

"The Crown of Human Light."

"The Crown of Man is not with me, it is on the Pope's head, and I put it on."

"..." In other words, the Crown of the Lich is not the first crown that Mr. Raymond has rejected.

"Why don't you put it on?"

Raymond took off his helmet and prayed devoutly facing the flower window.

"While alive, I didn't have the ability to make everyone happy. I was a fighter, but not a good manager. The Pope was more suitable for it than I was."

"As for now, the holy light of mankind is controlled by a lich. Isn't that ironic?"

Therefore, the knight who destroyed the age of dragons never accepted the glory that belonged to him throughout his life, so how could he accept the crown of the lich.

"Even so, I can still feel the connection between myself and the Holy Light Crown. That connection will protect me when I die, so that I will not be as confused as other liches. I still have a responsibility, in the After death, justice is my creed."

Lyle lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Raymond. But I need to do that..."

"Don't worry about it. As far as the results are concerned, you did a good job and exceeded my expectations." Raymond patted Lyle's shoulder, "You showed me your justice. I admit that you have grown a lot."

Lyle still wanted to say a few more words, Mr. Raymond's golden soul flame had already locked on his face.

"Lyle, you are very much like my brother, the Angel of Water, Galalon."

Lyle pretended to be calm, recalling the scarlet angel who was killed in his mind, completely unable to think of the similarities between himself and that mad angel, so he could only humbly say, "Senior Raymond, you must be overrated, how could I possibly be with you?" An angel is comparable, and Galalon is your brother, so he must be much better than me."

"I'm not referring to power..." Raymond raised his skull, staring at the spiral pattern on the zenith, and his gentle voice also entered the memory.

"Galalon is the [noble] among the Crusaders. He has a humble and gentle quality, and everyone in the Holy See can communicate with him like a spring breeze. He is a leader that is popular with everyone. I am very sure that all the bishops prefer him. .Galalon has the same charm as you, he can unite everyone in the Holy Light by his side, George is very reckless, Rafal is still very immature, only Gallalon, he is perfect in my eyes, [Nobles] who are better than ordinary people."

"If you want to say that the Angel of Water can be called a shortcoming, it is that you have the same kindness as you, Lyle. During the Crusades, Gallalon did not kill any life, whether it was a believer in the Holy Light or his enemy. Reaching out to the weak, he is the mercy of the Holy Light. Gentle to the weak, icy cold to the bully, Garalon was the only angel who opposed me, he opposed my launch of the crusade war of conquest .Even after the protests were ineffective, he set his own example. Norbergen, that was his holy sword, he blunted the blade, so that all the power of the holy sword of water could be transformed into healing power, catering to Their leader, the Purifier Legion, also discarded their sharp swords, picked up their canes, and became a pure priest legion."

Surprisingly...

Lyle thought of the bloody angel's ferocious appearance, and he couldn't imagine that the bloody angel would do these things.

"[May the light have mercy]?" Lyall remembered Raymond's weakness that Mr. Darkness had told him.

Raymond nodded, "That's what Gallalon once prayed for. His words, his emotions, and what he faced were all the same as you, Lyle. So I stopped, and I fell into a trance again. Time seems to have given me another chance to make a choice.”

"Then last time, what was your choice?"

Mr. Raymond turned his head, and the flames burned silently in his skull.

"That's another story."

……

Ariane and Loveday closed the doors of the chapel, giving the two Pure Ones some privacy.

"His Excellency did not drive us away."

"But we will respect the privacy of your majesty, this is what you should do as a subordinate." Ariane noticed something, and cast his piercing eyes into the darkness on the side of the door, specifically, the darkness hiding in the corner.

Ariane bowed towards that side.

"Your Majesty George, I am also a divergent person, so you don't have to hide anymore."

No one replied.

Ariane shrugged at Loveday, "Maybe my perception is wrong. Would you like to go to Wandering City for a drink, Mr. Loveday, I remember that you like the moonlight juice of the elves very much."

Protoss left behind the nun, "It's one of the few non-stimulating drinks...and it tastes good."

After the two members of the Holy Light left for a long time, the shadow spit out a wriggling darkness, and the bandages crawled on the twisted shadow like a swarm of snakes, and finally turned into a bandaged man.

Mr. Darkness lay on the door of the Holy Light Chapel, trying his best to feel everything inside.

He exhaled, parasitic on the gate, resting like a creeper.

"Are you talking about those things, the cause of everything?"

"The Reverse Scale of Light."

(End of this chapter)