The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Ice frozen earth replaces the crumbling temple, and Ermdiroken, as the enemy of the world, is being hostile to the whole world.

A suddenly rising ice column, a storm of ice falling without warning, would eventually fall on his head even if he accidentally kicked it up, and when the world was hostile to him, it seemed hostile to him.

This was not deliberately caused by me, just because I saw it as an enemy as a creator, the world spontaneously expressed its anger, although it could not pose a deadly threat to him, but in a hostile world where walking was careful not to be tripped over, drinking water worried about choking.

The present world is incomplete and can relate only to ice and snow, which may not pose a threat to the already self-proclaimed Ermderoken, but these hostilities and attacks are inevitable to distract them.

“Damn it! You have the guts to come out of the tortoise shell! ”

Angry Earm Dillocken never thought that in defense of a world-renowned man, he would call someone Turtle Shell, but sometimes fate is so ironic, this time, it's the king of defense's turn to defend his enemies.

On the seemingly fragile ice nail is that deadly cold kale flame, which is covered with lethal ice and obviously cannot be touched, Erm DeRocken just has a kilo of punches and doesn't know where to swing.

“Huh. Come and hit me.” The opponent also provoked.

At this time, he regretted that he was not working on powerful earthly magic. In this strange world, he could not condense the power of earthly elements to form powerful attack magic. Even if he wanted to dig a plot of land down to throw his opponent, he found that the ground was full of ice, forcibly digging it up, but the strange moment melted into water.

In this hostile world, Erm Dillocken has had enough bitterness, and every step must be taken with extreme caution, otherwise he may trip again at any moment, and that sudden landing and shaking is even more dazzling trouble.

In this world, the opponent suddenly shows a strange transformation, angel wings, devil's feet and scales, this strange creature that combines order and chaos side is already out of the ordinary, and after the transformation, the opponent's fighting power surges dramatically.

The surrounding ice and snow turned into ice cones in his hands, then gently pulled them, and hundreds of ice cones turned into shotguns, and the entire ice and snow field, under his control, turned into ice and snow turret positions.

And the most dangerous thing in the eyes of Ermderoken is still the glowing frozen flames of the glorious blue light.

It was an insult to himself as a martial arts master not to hesitate to throw a frozen sword at him.

As a senior martial arts monk, the pitcher clapping flying arrows is the foundation of the foundation, for Ermderoken, that is, hundreds of elf shooters can attack themselves together, or easily hit all bows and arrows, undamaged, this obvious outsider throws, he can hide with his eyes closed.

“Even if the ice is deadly, just don't touch it! “

But oddly enough, it was supposed to be a no-threat throw, but it suddenly accelerated.

“Damn it! What have you done? ”

While there was no change in external forces, the speed of the long sword thrown out was slow and fast, and the one he felt able to avoid and avoid often suddenly accelerated and rubbed past.

Without waiting for the cold flames to spread, the angry Ermdi Rocken tore off a piece of his own flesh again and yelled at me, but my answer was to throw more flying swords.

In Ermderoken's eyes, the flying sword was actually several times faster, and the sudden acceleration made him lose confidence to open the flying arrow, a leap away, but unfortunately, the flying arrow still hit him!

“Mistakes in judgment? Any acceleration is also a sign, I can't predict a mistake, then, not that the flying arrow is accelerating, I'm slowing down! ”

The roaring Ermdi Rocken was a bit ridiculous in his eyes, and his roar heard it in my ear, but it had turned into "Yes, I... slowed down, you did... what!” Funny play.

Instead of just sounds, he moves like an old movie played by a dying player, slowly and quickly, to this point, he has been poisoned, and some of his existence and concepts have been “zeroed out”.

Absolute zero, in a sense a concept that is exclusive to the ectopic plane, at which the microions that make up the substance also cease to move, and all energy is "zeroed” to be called absolute zero.

But in this world, it is not the atoms, molecules and other basic particles that make up matter, but the basic elemental units, and the so-called zero temperature is 273 degrees below zero, which is actually not difficult to reach in the hands of the Cold Ice Master, and there are even more than 500 degrees below zero living creatures that live freely.

But God is so weird that he does not create low temperatures, but leads the basic unit of your own composition to its lowest point, to the "state of cessation” that is theoretically absolutely impossible, in the Ash world without even the concept of "absolute zero", such existence should not have been born.

“.. the ice nightmare is the symbiosis of the soul, the philosophy obtained from me? ”

Every god is a mistake in the world. If this mistake spreads and leads to a chain reaction, maybe the whole system (world) will die, which is why gods are considered public enemies.

Obviously, releasing frozen flames directly in the dominant plane is self-destructive, but I have also found other ways to release this capability.

“A little, a little more, a little less to undetectable, wrapped around him with universal ice, diluted it and allowed it to spill slowly, just like milk in coffee. ”

When my “frozen gas” evolved into “death chill", with these additions, it finally reached its ultimate level after a second degree of evolution.

[Permanent Sleep Frozen Gas: Attach any Ice Attack. Each attack slows the opponent's full speed by 1%. This effect can be superimposed and cannot be exempted, but will automatically dissipate after stopping the superposition.

Seems like a very scrap ability, backwards in terms of versatility, but only when it's really tested does he know it's horrible.

This decelerating effect is actually the process of directing the opponent to "absolute zero", in which he does not perceive a thing, but the effect has occurred and the opponent has been isolated from the normal timeline.

“The sensations and reactions slowed down unconsciously. For the warrior, the early and slowed reaction by 0.1 seconds is extremely deadly. A blade difference of 0.1 seconds is enough to destroy, let alone superimpose on you. I'm afraid it has slowed by more than half. Now you feel that time is passing quickly and slowly, which means that your body's perception of time is completely destroyed, no, you should say that you have lived in your own time. ”

That being said, Erm Dillocken was blind, and this final test proved that he was extremely poisoned, and I'm afraid my words in his ear were a series of high-speed, orbiting noises.

“You... Did... what, you... Speaking... What!”

I laughed, if the outbreak state of "calamitous frozen gas” is instantly poisonous enough to kill people, then this “permafrozen gas” is chronically poisonous enough to make people sleep forever without knowing it.

As soon as he was hit for the first time by an attack with additional frozen air, his sensory time was already messed up. Fast by one second, slowly by one second. For a martial monk with a strong sense of fighting rhythm, it was definitely a fatal injury. Later, he was still dumb enough to fly the arrow empty-handed. That error was a mistake for a moment.

One, two, dozens of hands, Ermdi Rocken was plugged into an arrow target, and thanks to his cruelty, he dug himself hard without a good piece of meat.

However, while he eliminated the imminent effects of calamitous frozen gas, the permafrozen gas had been superimposed more.

By now, I'm afraid he's more than three times slower than a normal person, that's my three seconds, and in his eyes, I'm afraid it's just one second.

And this is already an amazing result of his own magic defense, but now that he's at this point, the rest is simple.

The twin wings unfolded, and the transformation I was always prepared for gave me enough strength to confront it, and when the trapped tiger had entered the cage, the rest was nothing but the final harvest.

“Bang.” A ringing finger said that the frozen flames on the cold ice armor had disappeared without a trace, and all the frozen flames had gathered over there on the demon sword of the ice that had brought calamity.

While this ice armor shrinks the hands and feet of Ermderoken and even renders the attack ineffective, it also puts tremendous pressure on me. The coldest ice paste is on my body, and my body is weak with heavy blood loss and repeated trauma. The high temperature loss has left my extremities unconscious. The passing of body temperature and strength makes my eyes dizzy and headache. I'm afraid that even now, even if the ice armor is removed, my body frostbite is the best result.

And what puts the most pressure on me is still the frozen flame on the ice.

After all, it is only the "coldest ice”, not the "hardest ice”, and it is impossible for me to make that hardest ice. If Erm Dillocken goes out, it is definitely the result of a smashed blow.

It's okay if it's just broken, but if it's crushed frostbite sticks to me... I'm afraid it's the result of giving up treatment directly.

The seemingly comprehensively repressive result, in fact, was a gamble. I bet his elemental magic didn't rest enough to force him to manipulate elemental magic where there was no elemental power. I bet that guy was cautious enough that he wouldn't be immune to desperation until he ran out of mountain water. I bet my current strength scared him, and he didn't have the confidence to shoot me to death.

I had to bet that the power gap between the two sides was too great. Even with all my scheming tricks, the power gap was still too great, and the missing puzzle was still gambling.

“See, I won the bet. ”

He'd hesitate, he'd hide, he'd look for a chance to fight back, but that's what I expected, to accumulate permafrost gas, and I needed time, and the flames on the bright side, though dangerous, didn't kill many people, and that seemed like a gentle pool, but lay the remains of countless good swimmers.

By that time, when he gave up the opportunity to fight hard in the early stages, he had lost his only chance of winning, and by now, I would never give him the chance to fight again.

Take a deep breath, the ice manicure has broken into ice scum, and the next battle they will only obstruct my movement.

Spread wings, close proximity, wave sword, this time there is no sword and fist impact, he is not long enough to die, early reaction of Ermderoken is fast enough for two seconds, but too fast and too slow is the result, his fist swung to the empty space, and I came with a heavy sword of calamity frozen gas, but he severely chopped over his only arm, the kale spread again.

“Knock! ”

Despair flashed through Ermderoken's eyes, and he was also harsh. He actually bit his arm straight out of his mouth, but to this point, when the Kale Ice and Snow Sword was placed around his neck, he knew that he had planted it completely.

And when I was going to wave my sword down, that "brave and fearless" Earm Dillocken made a sound.

“Do not kill... I, I will take you as my lord and your most faithful servant, I have accumulated enough wealth to shame the richest emperor to die, I know the mysteries and knowledge of the world infinite, even the Lord of Ofa does not know much. And even if I lose my status as a god of earthly elements, I am also the most powerful element lord, my strength is absolutely not bad, just give me time and I will become stronger. Killing me won't do me any good, but my servant is a tremendous asset! ”

Patience After listening to this intermittent plea for forgiveness is a test of patience, but after listening, the happier I listened, the more I even laughed.

Conquer an elemental god? Sounds very prestigious.

Gaining an elemental god has accumulated millions of years of wealth? Sounds like a good deal.

Is there an elemental god as a fighter and a servant? That's both affordable and affordable.

Killing him was just an export gas, making him my slave, but it was an infinite gain, which seemed like a very good deal to me, for a habitual calculation of benefits, and the decision had already been made.

I laughed, and he saw me laugh, and he laughed.

“No.”

Then he turned pale.

“You want to live? Human nature, but you know how many people died in your earthquake? How many more people died in the war you started? ”

Erm Dillocken's eyes are a little confused and he doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about at this time.

“The earthquake killed 376,452 people, the war killed at least 2 million people, then you want to survive, I can understand, but I want to ask you, are you killing their money, ask them if they want to survive! ”

“Ants can and I...”

Ermderoken wanted to distinguish what else, but I had lost patience. After the war, it took me a month just to clean up the dead bodies of broken bricks. The scene of human tragedy and the crying of loved ones were still in my ears. Now the sinners are under my sword, they still think of my people as ants. How can I control my emotions?

“Ants? Ha, yes, we do not have you gods who are mighty, you are immortal and mighty, and we are short lived and weak. Why, why can't you bastards let us go? Why are you so mighty, you gods fighting, but you drag us mortals into the ashes every time! ”

“As long as we Lan people live in peace, why do you prefer to destroy our homes over and over again, more than 300 years ago, more than 200 years ago, even this year, hard to force the country to overthrow and the people to become insecure? Did we, the Lan, offend you? You noble gods, you can't do it. You go to war, you don't drag us into disaster, okay? ”

“Why can't you let us go! ”

“Why don't you go fight that damn jihad yourselves! ”

“Why do you stupid beings deserve to be called gods! ”

“Why haven't you confessed yet? Are mortals a bunch of ants in your eyes who can just step on them? Snail, we're humans, not ants! ”

My roar is still echoing in this space, countless echoes are getting louder and louder, the snow is whispering, the icebergs are roaring, the plains are echoing, their outrage represents the will of the world, all the voices are angrily questioning Ermdirokan, but he still doesn't have a penance.

“As long as you let me go, I will compensate you, I can understand your anger at the loss of property, as long as you let me go, I will compensate you ten times, but normal life is fast, soon..."

Yes, in their eyes, mortals are a multitude of rapidly breeding ants. Death to the gods is an immense glory, and their own lives and deaths are nothing.

So I laughed, and I laughed.

So the sword fell, the sword flashed, and flew off the head of the noble God.

The eyes of the falling head were full of disbelief, and I lifted the head, which was turning into stone, and launched a proclamation to the whole world, fulfilling my vows.

“I, Roland. Lan swear, whoever you are, no matter how noble you are, I will find you and kill you as long as you dare to trample my land and kill my people, wherever you hide! ”

“Forgive? Never!” (Forgive? Never!)