Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 782 White Mask

The ice flakes jumping under the moonlight are beautiful.The moment the fragment disappeared in the air, it was as graceful as a soft feather.The parallel ice trails gradually cracked, and Ai Fan drove in the darkness like a lonely fish.

The Frost Prowler did not reach his destination, and the abnormality ahead forced him to stop. The cold air escaping from the spirit body's head gradually sank. He tightened the rope and straightened the hat on his head.That hat is a part of his spiritual body, and although he can control it with a single thought, Ivan enjoys this sense of ritual, especially when facing old friends, which will make him miss the past.

"How long has it been since I saw 'you' like this? Wall."

The blood-red spiritual body has a solidified lower body, and looks like a normal human being from the outside.Scattered shawl hair, bare upper body with several chest and abdomen wounds, face covered by drooping hair, naked right eye with a dangerous red light.Ivan the Frost Prowler's spirit is ice blue, Desharp the Heartbreaker is dark purple, Vol the Warseeker is blood red, and the unique appearance of Nathlan's servants is enough to make some people in Andre scream .

"Where are you going, Ivan." Wall's voice was very gentle, without the bloody smell of harvesting thousands of spirits.

"Didn't you see that the whole of Posuva is undergoing drastic changes, and I'm going to Paradise to take Lord Lyle away from this cursed land."

Wall raised his head and noticed the complete darkness around him, the brass moon was fishing in the night sky, Bosuva fell into a deep sleep, the war and gunpowder smoke also sank in the darkness, and the ominous breath of God was everywhere.

"Curse...that's what you call these powers..." Wall acted a little sluggishly, like a patient who had just recovered, and the focus of his eyes was not on his friend. "These are not curses. Only when I have been compatible with them for a long time will I understand that evil gods are not as 'evil' as we imagined."

Wall spoke slowly under Ivan's frowning gaze.

"Have you ever wondered why people eat when they feel hungry instead of standing still and starving to death?"

Ai Fan decided to answer Wall's question seriously. He believed that Wall's mental state at this time still needs to be confirmed. If he has been corrupted by the evil god, the stain must be dealt with before the Mistress of the Soul Reaper takes him back.

"Because of the desire to survive, isn't it a matter of course to eat when you are hungry?"

Wall laughed, looking at his former friend with blood-red eyes, not caring about the chill in his eyes.

"Then why does life have the desire to survive? Natural instinct? The premise of reproduction? It is the gene, the [wisdom] that we are born with. Even the blind and ignorant are given the [wisdom]."

"You mean..."

"These things you call [curse] are the [wisdom] that life is bestowed by the evil gods, transcending the shackles, forgetting the concept, keeping only the purest root, and correcting the living beings to such [pure] necessary [wisdom] .”

"..." Actually, Ai Fan is not interested in these things. He doesn't care what these dark and dangerous forces are, and he doesn't care why the former war madman becomes a fanatic here to explain the philosophy of life to him. He only cares about One point is whether Wall is still loyal to Naslan.His spirit body is guarded by Helena the Soul Reaper's clan, and if he loses that loyalty, his existence should be taken back as well.

Ai Fan tentatively said: "So you have a good impression of the evil god now? Want to introduce me to a new master?"

Wall's excited look disappeared, as if being cooled by the ice and snow brought by Ivan, Wall shrugged and walked onto Ivan's frame by himself.

"It's just a sudden whim. It's a soldier's instinct to seize the opportunity. Sooner or later, Naslan will be like me. Ai Fan, why do you think these [wisdom] under the earth appear in the air and form the eternal night?"

"The mystics of the Posuwa dynasty once concentrated all the wisdom and all the sins in one person, trying to control the wisdom of the gods with the flesh and blood of mortals. The practice I experienced is no different from what they did. The destroyed kingdom and the ruined kingdom We who erode our hearts understand that these [wisdoms] play tricks on the pretenders, and their destination is already doomed."

"God's grace, ultimately returns to God."

"Bosuva, ushered in its true owner."

"Malicious aggregate, tyrant with wisdom."

……

The night is more intense on this shore, the flame of trauma has been extinguished, and without the fire, the vision can gradually become clear in the darkness.

The miserable green aurora is woven into a yarn in the sky. Under this beautiful light curtain, skeletons crawl out of the soil, breaking the tranquility with gloom.The rustling of the dead did not cause riots, the moving bones were not soldiers but witnesses, prayers.

Crashing, the chains are pulling the night, slowly coming from the other side of the sky, it is not a majestic icebreaker that divides the sea of ​​bones, but a thin figure, wearing a black robe and a bird's beak mask. , Ankle stretched out a silver chain, dragging the doomed day behind him out of the illusion.

The giant, a huge human figure made of dead branches and tentacles, followed the tiny black shadow in front of him under four thin chains.Lifeless, like a puppet, whether it is the giant or the black shadow that affects him, the machinery is generally moving forward under the crowd of bones, each step triggers an earthquake, and ominous black air erupts in the giant's ups and downs.

Rosa was crying, her eyes were locked on the black figure, tears were flowing, her twitching lips showed a fearful smile, kneeling in the corpse of [Snake], she could feel her soul screaming .

He looks at himself, and only himself.

Those surrounding demons who were once like a pack of wolves have already knelt down on the ground, and their twitching bodies have gone out of the normal range.The bone spurs danced on the skin, the escaping flesh pinched the trachea, the devil's body betrayed him, and his consciousness had already been on the execution ground.

Rosa realized that she could think, and the anomaly in front of her was like a mob slamming into the door and window of spiritual reason. She saw the familiar black figure distorted like a signal, and the bound giant was flowing black mud.

Who is the subject and who is the avatar.

Human beings will burst out with extraordinary potential at critical moments, and Rosa feels that she is extremely dangerous at this time.But what wakes up in the end is only the final sense of responsibility.Dragging the numb body with will, resisting the twisted and stinging pain of the face, controlling the opening and closing of the lips, and the vocal cords to send out thoughts.

"I...will be responsible for everything...beg...to let the exiles...others...everything...cause of me, I...sorry..."

Visible to the naked eye, a storm rolled up, the plague and death were so thick that the breath could be heard, and the compound voice exploded in her mind, and Rosa lay down.

"I promised them that I will protect your safety. This is my promise. So I will not control your blood, muscles, bones and nerves. You will maintain the spirit of talking with them normally until our help process Finish."

There was a relentless hollowness in her voice, and Rosa felt like she was talking to a piece of sky.Panic once again occupied her mind, she knelt down and curled her body into a ball.

[Lyle] is very dissatisfied with this reaction.

"What do you think I should do, embrace the corpse of the phantom, cry about the grief brought by death, talk about parting in the burial, and put anger on you? It's like pressing an ant with your fingers, hehehe..."

The tall giant pulled out a ferocious smile, and that terrifying face approached Rosa.

"I really want to do this. But what do you think I am? I am the master of phantoms, preparing evil gods, and the most representative spirit wizard! Nothing can judge their lives. Death is just a joke in my hands."

The green aurora descended, and the fragments of the phantom re-condensed under the summoning of the spirit spell.

"I have been thinking about how a harmless group can multiply and grow. In the end, this problem returned to my own hands."

"To be a whole, they constitute 'benevolence', and I am in charge of malice. Drain the malice close to them and become the source of malice, and let the phantom become my part, and I come to hurt, to suffer, to rage, to punish. "Such a special ethnic group is not without, as long as the individual as the leader is strong enough.

The Soul Reaper system uses the leader's powerful spiritual body to undertake everything.

【I can, I can do better than Helena. 】

The ominous giant grabbed those glass-like fragments and put them together on his face bit by bit. The fragments of the phantom were contained in the body of the evil god, becoming a white mask full of goodwill.Malice spewed out from the hole and flowed down the clean curved surface.

[The kindness of the phantom is neutralized by the malice of the god, and the ominous giant has achieved completeness in the balance. 】

The chains shattered, and the ominous giant stood up from the black mud.The limbs like dead wood, the body entangled in tentacles, the white mask, the malice flowing from the hollow, everything is exactly the same as the ominous omen foreseen by Enlightenment.The larva of the evil god grows to the extreme and enters the maturity stage, the skeleton of the god, the body and container of the evil god walking in the world.

[Do you know how many times I have fantasized about this moment?Lyle]

[Every time is far less sad than now.Everything has been preordained, and we are pawns whose direction has been determined. 】

[The only way is to step into a higher level. 】

[Drag that sleepy guy down. 】

(End of this chapter)