Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 622 New Hamlet

【The Outer One】

These are not words spoken by Sheriu. In the absolutely independent hidden field, the name he pronounced is a deeper and darker name. When that pronunciation appears in the ears of creatures, it will flow and breed A kind of indescribable malice, a kind of rebelliousness condensed to the extreme, just like your skin betrayed yourself, you can feel your skin licking the flesh and blood under the skin.The tone was so eerie and bizarre that no written name remained.

It was like an illusory fear deliberately fabricated by someone, planting the illusion of heart palpitations in an instant.

The only thing that survives in the memory in written form and is memorized by the soul as a name is...

【The Outer One】

The reporter did not interpret this absurd horror as Sheriu's trick, although he wanted to do so in his heart.

[The deal... is concluded. 】The old and overlapping inhuman voice read from the reporter's mouth, and I, who was controlled by the power of the secret agreement, actually had an uneasy pause.Secret Qi agreed to the transaction, which meant that what Sheriu said was true. Behind him, there was an existence that would stop even the rules.

The secret contracter Sberg Yeshe thought that all these strange phenomena had come to an abrupt end here, but he was wrong, the transaction had just begun.

In the mysterious field, a brass clock symbolizing mystery is inlaid on the back of the reporter. The chain inclined from the back of the clock runs through every corner of the field, like a chain transmission structure, and like a mysterious cage.Every time the pointer swings, the chain will click forward one frame like a wind-up machine.

The [mysterious] clock is so precise that it operates rigorously and attentively until Sheriu reads out the secret.

The pointer stopped.

After three seconds of silence, the absolutely independent mysterious domain began to lose control, the hands on the clock reversed rapidly, and the rusty and dry chains leaked black mist. The speed cuts through the entire field.

"What have you done, stop now!" The chain of secret deeds controlling the reporter was out of control, and he was finally able to speak out in horror.

Sheriu didn't answer him. The reporter found that Sheriu's face was also ugly.

ten seconds.

The moment No. 11 seconds started, all the strangeness disappeared without a trace of change, and the sudden change seemed like everything before was an illusion.

Sheriou revealed his secret.

And the secret contracter has to give a reward.

【I accept your secret, and I will give you the secret you want. 】

Sheriu looked at the controlled reporter with a teasing smile.

"You know what I want, Secret Deed can always give value that satisfies customers."

【I will tell you that secret, the same highest-level secret. 】

【Sacred Light. 】

……

The sun no longer favored the string of thorny vines, and the sunset light was deflected into a bewitching red under the interference of Andrei's barrier. The explosions and quarrels disappeared, and it was time for the Lich apprentices to start their classes.

Sheriu and the reporter appeared in the original aisle, looking at the exhausted reporter, Sheriu was very surprised.

"Secretist is amazing, telling the secret you keep will make you weak like this."

"Mystery is my power. Pulling out the power from my body is not so pleasant. Even so, don't expect to defeat me easily."

Sheriu shook his head uninterestedly.

"The spokesmen of the rules are all troublesome existences. I've got what I want. I'm about to start my escape journey. Goodbye, Mr. Reporter." walk in.

"I won't let you succeed." The reporter was paralyzed on the ground and raised his head, "Even if I can't reveal the secret you got from me to anyone, I will stop you in my own way."

Sheriu smiled.

"Help Lyle grow, Mr. Reporter, only the evil god can counter the evil god."

"...You guessed what I want to do? Is this... your plan too? Lyle's growth is good for you?"

Sheriu stretched out his hand from under his robe, gem-shaped scales grew from his pale corpse arm, and the arm slowly lifted, gradually transforming into some kind of reptilian front claw in the process.

"I am the half body of Lyle, and our strength is common. The power of the Dragon King, the natural enemy of the Holy Light. I look forward to the day when Lyle becomes a divine skeleton. You will help me, Mr. Reporter, because it is you The only option to get rid of the guilt. Help Lyle grow, and pray he can kill me." Sheriou disappeared into the shadows, throwing the problem to the reporter.

"That secret...damn it, Lyle must become stronger as soon as possible..."

Mr. Reporter put the tablecloth over his face again, and floated down the aisle of Andrea.

……

At this time, Lyle was on the border of Hamlet, expressing his petition to a rickety night watchman carrying an oil lamp that he wanted to visit the lord of the new Hamlet.

The strange human being with deep eye sockets who couldn't see the eyeballs chuckled, and slowly opened the gate of New Hamlet.

New Hamlet, it's noisy.

In the center of the town, there is a black and thin hanging ghost tree with no leaves, and one or two skeletons are hung on each branch. Judging from the attire, it should be a robber or a wanderer.From the inside to the outside, the hanged ghost's emaciation is increasing, and some of them have been air-dried for too long.

And the weird scene also started with those mummies and skeletons. They were swinging on the tree of death until they broke their own twisted ropes. Run to areas where the living dead gather or catacombs of skeletons.

No one cares about these.

Whether it's a living fungus in humanoid form leaning on a sculpture or a hideous murloc in a fountain, these newly transformed corpses are all used to them.

The blood-stained depraved believers were quarreling outside the shop. Everyone tried to reverse the other's depraved beliefs. The torture tools in their hands climbed onto the other's head several times, but they all restrained themselves.Because they know that their destination is not the embrace of God but the hanging ghost tree.

Scruffy half-orcs patrol the streets with small wooden carts, picking up the garbage left by other species. They like the smell. The new lords divided their territory into a leeward area a mile away from the town, and Hamlet remained relatively clean and tidy.

All the man-eating slime-molds roaming the wilderness were greeted warmly, while the spore-scattering Jorah-like were denied access to town.

Fanatics and robbers made a lot of noise in the tavern, and they were both thrown out by the bartender who was a veteran. The undead lay on the tombstone, pointing at these hapless bastards who gnawed mud and laughed.

Hamlet has changed, and the instigator of all this, Kevin Hamlet, is squatting beside the hanging ghost tree, feeling melancholy.

The two wraiths with terrifying faces behind him are definitely not human.

"Kevin! Why are you so depressed." It must be the way of management. With so many monsters gathered in Hamlet, Kevin as a human must be very stressed.

"Lyle, you're here." Tears were brewing in Kevin's eyes.

"I'm excluded!"

"My people kicked me out of the casino, and they accused me of cheating on trumped-up charges."

"Damn it, I'm obviously the lord, and I still own that casino!"

(End of this chapter)