Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 784 The Past
Because of the terrain, this fjord stayed in the shadows, the water vapor permeated the bottom of the valley, and there was a rotten smell in the air.The wind can't blow into such a lush forest, and under the catalysis of humus, every plant and tree seems to have primitive venom.But don't worry, it's not far from the mouth of the sea, and the slightly concentrated decay is harmless under the washing of the ocean, leaving only a few reflective calcium fragments in the tumbling waves.

If you observe carefully, you will find a "footprint" on the bottom of the water. The dead coral and seaweed seem to be strangling each other to death on the bottom of the water.Under the washing of the water, black impurities continuously emerged from the fragments, like flames burning underwater.Following the traces into the mangroves, the number and size of the shed fragments are increasing. Perhaps hermit crabs have learned to manage real estate, or groups of barnacles have used this place as a public cemetery.Residue piled up here, blocking the already narrow waterway.

In the end, you also saw that thing.The thing that seemed to be alive and kept dying.If you can bear the panic caused by the mental shock, it is difficult for you to describe that thing in words.There are many ant-hill-like holes in the surface rock skin, thick black juice is sprayed out with the sound of heavy breathing, and pieces of fragments fall off from the bottom, but the total size does not change significantly.With this one thing, the whole bay becomes a poisonous pond, and what is even more frightening is that the yellow eyeballs that occasionally emerge from the holes come out from every hole.

The moment you are stared at, you can feel death coming out of your body.Blood dripping from nose and mouth, windpipe blocked, drowning in the mud clutching throat, part of the shards.

"Poor guy." Reef sighed, and turned his attention to the thin figure walking out of the jungle. The hood was burning with soul flames, and the flesh and blood attached to the bones were slowly rotting as they approached.

"You don't have much time, Divine Skeleton." Arnold smiled, and his teeth made a crisp sound. "Lyle is ready. Before your ego completely collapses, you must make a choice."

A fake, an accidental victim, Sheriu maintained his tragic state, and it became difficult to raise his head at this time.The completion of the omen became a signal, and all the remnants of the evil gods in this world began to stand in their own lines. The flesh and power they had cheated began to get out of control. They not only wanted to go back, but also wanted to bring some interest.The erosion of the personality named Sheriu was transformed into an invisible son that is beneficial to the subject. With the assistance of the flesh and blood professor Arnoin, this erosion has been alleviated, but it has also reached the verge of collapse.

Sheriu opened his eyes, and in his sight, the Omen of the Deep Sea was standing beside him, entangled himself with those soft tentacles, trying to submerge his personality in the spiritual ocean.The face of Arnold's skeleton is more humane under the distortion of the illusion, at least Sheriu can taste the schadenfreude.

"Isn't that part of the plan, I hope you've set it up, professor."

He was somewhat dissatisfied with Sheriu's attitude, but Arnoin didn't have much to say. He touched the pus obsessively, and placed a cruel choice in front of the blasphemer of fate.

"Stealing the power of the evil god, which makes you a sacrifice, the newcomer will not let you go. If you don't want to be absorbed and swallowed, you have to dedicate yourself to another existence, the great creator, the sleeper Triton. It doesn’t make much difference which one devours, but offering your soul is exactly the content of our contract. Your short and sacred life is over, Divine Skeleton, start now, die for my lord.”

The spirit was so fragile that it seemed that he had returned to his infancy, and Sheriu's tone was flat, "I seem to have no choice."

"Of course, now, we are very close to His body, so close that I can wake Him up alone, and it doesn't matter whether you accept it or not."

Sheriu didn't care about Arnoin's remarks that he regarded himself as a prop, and his spirit drifted into the distance, into the deep darkness under the blue.

"The Supreme One will unify everything, and in His vision, everything is inseparable from each other. The planet is the body, the soul is the flesh and blood, and we will achieve eternity in His life... That feeling is so beautiful."

A Nuoyin listened quietly, it was nothing, after listening to his last words, it was the kindness of the dead.

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"Mr. Surprise, please wait a moment!" The wraith floats on the top of the tower, one step away from the Soul Tower. The Literary Society Lich's cry is redundant, because the shock has been waiting here for more than ten minutes, which is enough time A lich climbed from the first floor of Castle Andry to the top of the tower.The impatient guy had forgotten that Surprise was a ghost more than ten minutes ago, and fell from the roof through his astral body.

"We're compiling the "History of Andre School," you know, to tout Mr. Dean's past experience of making a fortune so that he can allocate more funds to us. But the investigation found that we know very little about the past, Even before the establishment of Andry College, our knowledge of Dean Algren Andry was blank. He is a master of enchantment, and such a shallow knowledge is all we know."

The lich blinked, "There are very few liches who participated in the establishment of Andrei's school, but you seem to be as old as this academy." Rubbing their fingers, the members of the literary club smiled slightly, "The price is negotiable."

Surprise doesn't care about the remuneration of the literary club, but Andrei's past, the lich who knows little about it, and now the active and powerful clubs and powerful members, including Mr. Scholar, Mr. Dragon and even Mr. Raymond, are all in Ann After Derry was established.That period of gray history belonging to the old man also brought back memories of this resentful spirit.

Without embellishment, he told everything he knew with astonishment and coldness.

"Algren Andry used to be known as the Soul Harvester. He became a Lich not because of his tragic death, but because of his active transformation. He was obsessed with collecting knowledge, even if he had to pry open the teeth of the dead. Well... this is While he was still alive..."

He didn't pay attention to the pen holders dropped by the members of the literature club, and continued the topic in astonishment under the silent gaze.

"The predecessor of Andry Academy was the Elmo Scholars Council, an organization of warlocks who used all means for their goals. Orgren preferred to interrogate rather than ask for advice. He would hunt the lich and grab the knowledge he wanted from the skull. This behavior in After he became a lich, he became even more presumptuous, because he learned to make soul stones to increase the capacity of memory. Extracting souls from corpses, some of the liches whose memory was taken away will perish, and some will lose their memory. You have to understand, the dean at the time Monsieur doesn't have much sympathy."

"He often wanders the battlefield cemetery, and occasionally creates a large cemetery with his own hands. The evil reputation of the lich is not groundless. Later...well...he discovered that the method of active looting is inefficient. After all, strong souls are a minority, and those who are weak The dead can't even pronounce it."

"So he united with the former members of the Elmo Scholars Council and began to prepare for the construction of a Lich Academy, just like... a leek cultivation farm. Andre was thus established, but his excessive focus on the weak made him lose his heart, or After letting go of the obsession with seeking knowledge, he realized how empty he was. The students filled the void in his heart very well, and the sense of accomplishment of educating the strong is more delicious than the satisfaction of knowledge."

"Later, he met scholars, giant dragons, and Raymond. Under the influence of each other, Algren Andry became the dean you know well, and Andry College continued to expand under his impetus. ..."

Members of the literature club knelt down in pain, clutching their skulls.

"How did you publish this! The old man used to be an executioner and murderer, and he was going to be taken away by the executive committee before he got the funds..."

The lich raised his head, his eyes shining.

"This is just your own opinion. Even if it is true, I should interview the parties involved, such as the members of the Elmo Scholars Council. A decent organization should not be silent now. Mister Surprise, do you have a list?"

"There are not many that still exist. Apart from me, it seems... There is also a professor of spiritualism named Anoin, but he went crazy later."

The lich opened its mouth wide.

"Why do you have so few people? There should be quite a few members who established Andrei back then."

Mister Stunned looked down and glanced at the dean's tower.

"Andre was never the only leek-harvesting farm identified by Algren."

"How do you think I became a Wraith?"

"How do you think he's playing Mr. Nice? Because there's no one hating him anymore."

(End of this chapter)