The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The whole sky was filled with clouds, and it seemed like it was only natural to hit this level of big BOSS and lose five fingers.

What falls in the sky is black dust, and that substance with some corrosive taste, obviously not healthy air, can be seen here in the distant complex 3D magic array, the demigod of the dead floating in the middle of the sky is manipulating the curse of death that takes life.

In front of us is an infinite sea of dead souls.

If you dare to directly release the curse, Esso naturally depends on it. It is also the blessing of the two dead monarchs who grind the ocean workers. The dead army has accumulated more than enough to occupy most of this space. The result of repeated integration and practice is that these dead spirits are the killing machines ready for the final pre-war preparations.

When the demigod-grade spirit came, all the murmurs and delays disappeared without a trace under the watchful eye of the Great Soul, and under the reign of the witch and the Knight of Death, the army formation of the Dead Souls was formed, directly opening the front line.

Unrestrained skeleton soldiers were thrown at the forefront, and their tiny souls are now filled with the idea of tearing everything apart, endless skeleton oceans pounding on enemies, enjoying killing or being slaughtered.

All over the heavens and the earth is the clatter of bone collision, because the skeleton is so low order, the loss is not heartbreaking at all, the most transmitted are these low order skeletons, their number can no longer be described infinitely, the purpose, the full infiltration of grey white bone, the clattering, clattering sound is the killing roar of these silent legions.

An ordinary skeleton soldier can't even fight a slightly more trained farmer, but never underestimate the skeleton sea, which is always the most frightening part of the immortal army, and the ants can devour the elephants as long as there are enough, and I can sayingly and implicitly see that the special skeleton army and high-ranking generals are mixed, ready to give the carefree vest a lethal sword.

The skeleton sea, which occupies more than 90% of the Legion of the Dead, is so spread out that dangerous skeleton shooters, skeleton magicians, skeleton knights, skeleton assassins, skeleton giants, deformed bone beasts are mixed together. The shaking force of the mountain is enough to make the brave man feel cold, and the dead of war will become new members of the Skeleton Sea. Historically, countless powerful countries and millionaires have fallen in front of this lowest level of the Dead Sea.

But today, they encounter the most dangerous enemy, the existence of a low-order ocean dedicated to the dead.

Seven virtues of modesty, Jill...

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The young purple-haired wood spirits stood at the forefront and looked at the skeleton sea in front of them, then dissipated in the wind and turned into a windswept purple stem plant.

Ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters, the top of that plant had reached the sky, like a fairy tale climbing the vine, and the next moment, she blossomed.

Countless seeds burst onto the entire land, then they grow, germinate, and blossom again, and in just a moment, there is an extra field of flowers on the way forward for a massive skull.

“Here we go!”

The seeds have been buried deep in the repeated bouncing, suddenly the sunflower stretching out of the ground actually opened its big mouth full of teeth, countless skeletons were eaten by suddenly split earth devourers, swallowed nutrients, parasitic vines also protruded, enjoyed the fertilizer full of bones, the scene of Red Maple City was repeated, I fear the cannibal garden was reappeared.

My seven original sins as dead spirits are generally the same, and the seven virtues have their own ethnicity, they are all members of the wood spirits, but the difference between them and the ordinary wood spirits is probably the difference between the seven original sins and the ordinary skull soldiers... well, it can be considered a similar shape, and there are two things in it entirely.

“Humble” was born specifically to deal with Omar's low- and middle-class skeleton sea, targeting the active cannibal botanical garden, and now “humble” is no longer the assassin who can only be attacked in the shadows. She has become the moving fortress of the Woodlings.

Cannibal flowers and demon vines are just old visitors in the garden, suddenly rising nut walls, pea shooters spitting out all kinds of attributes ammunition, all kinds of “botanical war zombies” can be found, but every demonized property bouncing off, can blow up a dead spirit, demonize the botanical sea against the skull sea, with a slightly higher quality to cope with the quality, drag the war into the consuming war, constantly replenishing the nourishment of the new plant with the captured soul, this is Emila's “modesty”.

And when this garden was unfolded, the ground suddenly cracked open several large mouths. Several huge stem rods drilled out of them and spit out reinforcements, but they are huge reinforcing shells and magical plants of all kinds.

“Coming, coming! ”

“For Mother! ”

A wooden spirit cheered into a giant fortified enclosure, supported by a mother forest, a mountain giant and prehistoric monster botanical fighter stood up and struck the dead within the limits of the garden.

Skeletons and plants engaged, corpse witches and pea shooters fired at each other, hate and vines began to beat each other, runaway green giants stepped on one foot and were plunged by suddenly diving bone dragons.

The war was at an impasse, and it seemed that the Wood Spirit could still prevail, but I knew that it was still on the Dead Spirit's side.

Most corpse witches and witches hide behind security, either fully linking other death scenes to summon new immortals, or summon new dead spirits locally, and release negative energy spells to the dead spirits to restore injury, while most high-ranking dead spirits, such as the dead knights, are guarded in front of Esso and set aside as reserves.

This strategic layout is obviously too conservative as a showdown, but I can understand their choices, comparisons, their goals, are just the most basic delays!

The ghost winds down, imposes a strategic-level curse on the city, opens the door to the face of death, summons countless ghosts and negative energies to baptize the world. Once released, all within the scope of application will be turned into a pool of negative energies, and all living beings will be subjected to repeated instant magic bombardments, eventually becoming part of thousands of ghosts.

Historically released three times, cumulatively causing more than a million deaths, blasphemy the emblematic curse of the Great Esso.

And what I care about most is his time to do it. After all, when he reads it, it's our death.

And myself...

“Riding a girl, holding a girl in my hand, leading a group of girls on the run, I suddenly felt like I was the winner of my life... Ah, don't bite. ”

Well, looking at the battlefield below, it's not two minutes to be proud of what it's like to have a sudden bite of a weapon in your hand, presumably the only one in the sky.

“Seriously? No, we're at war. Okay! ”

No wonder Gloria chewed her teeth off and Griccasio across the street was not easy to deal with. Two giant bone dragons slammed into each other. She had just polished all the raw fingers with cracks and heartache.

The advantage of the aviation force was the high-speed air strike, which I had just shown up under the siege of several bone dragons led by Gricasio.

“Hey, long time no see, Gricasio. You turned? What, to be a dog to other spiritual emperors? ”

How can I let go of the fear in the familiar fire of the soul? This sly old dragon is desperate, obviously surprising, but I guess the dog can't change X, and Gricasio is probably in danger.

“ ……. Your Majesty, how can you say that to me? I've been searching for information and secrets about the demigods! ”

Gricassio, is this a pre-war mutiny? I underestimated his lower limit again, and he was completely shameless.

To be honest, I knew there was no such thing as manipulation, but I still plugged it when I heard the words of a soul that didn't have the face of the other side.

Are you ashamed to be the first consul and strongest of the Siro Empire for so many years?

“As you know, I'm not very ambitious, and serving you is definitely the best option. ”

From the point of view of Gricasio, this is truthful. As a rare being with no faith or honor, his pursuit of life probably leaves him with a good life, pursuing power or something, and it's just a guarantee of a comfortable life.

“If you hug your thighs, you'll survive. It's just a disgrace. It's a bargain. ”

While Gricasio was alive, he was an extraordinary golden dragon, completely devoid of any other sense of justice and businessmanship, thinking all day about how to live longer and how to live comfortably until the end of the world.

So I was willing to hold the leg of God of Holy Light when I was riding, and then the eternal night period was to hug my leg, and when he finally became the thickest leg himself, he started to do nothing, wasting his time in the long years.

The Great Sovereign Emperors on the face of death simply think that this thigh is thick enough, and because in the moment when the Holy Light shines on the earth, the other people on the face of the Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign are simply dead, but by now the situation is a little different.

The Undead Emperors intend to invade the dominant position, undoubtedly to wage a war of enormous magnitude. I fear that being able to move freely in the dominant position will become a pioneer in the road, and being a pacifist (self-proclaimed) old dragon, it is too dangerous... too unjust, how can you.

And what happened in the north, he heard, of all the signs, that he had seen the familiar conspiracy of "the man," that the dead had been able to live in the sun, that the Church of the Holy See might no longer be the only thigh choice, and that he could choose the easiest way of life.

I don't know, I have a day where I'm lying in the street, and I'm sure I'm sleeping super comfortably.

“Your Majesty! I am here for the Great Sovereign Emperor. Just give Old Dragon a safe place and try not to send Old Dragon into battle, and Old Dragon will work for you. Besides, you need my help now. ”

It really didn't occur to me that an ancient bone dragon could show such an obscene smile, but behind that, it was the ever-bigger black magic array. Lord Esso's curse has always been a dangerous countdown to death.

“Gricassio, you bastard, you are a disgrace to the Dragons! Could you give the Dragons a little dignity? ”

Mingricasio's pre-war rebellion was beneficial to him, but Gricasio couldn't even watch Gloria.

“Death is better than life, Little Gloria, when my hero Gestapo, his famous colleagues, couldn't even find ashes, my Dragon City shame is still alive and well. What's your face? Can you eat? What is the dignity of the Dragons? Will it make me immortal? Let me just ask you one thing: are there a lot of cumbersome things that can last forever? ”

He's right. I can't believe I'm right! Griccasio's infinite speech directly stunned Gloria, or rather was blocked by the other party's shamelessness.

“Okay, show your sincerity, or, when this thing is over, why don't you give me a ride later? ”

I, on the other hand, very much welcome such a time-sensitive person.

“I knew the Emperor had a measure! Okay, give it back, I'm the best! I also have a saddle seat souvenir that Rosie has left behind to make sure it sits extra comfortable. ”

The rejoicing Gricassio turned directly, and immediately turned to hit the other bone dragons. The dragon sprayed its own army, even the silent army of the dead, caused a scene of silence.

The sudden change that scared Fetland off his chin was without warning, and the sudden siege of the Death Knights undoubtedly illustrated his current embarrassment.

And Esso in the distance laughed, and the Undead King was never a trusted good man. How could he not have been prepared?

The spell in his mouth did not stop, and his extended phalanges carried a strong power of death, but only a slight finger against the void.

“Ow, ow! ”

The magical hanging obtained by Gricasio from the Emperor was detonated, and the sudden explosion wounded him while falling, smashing a dead spirit and opening a great pit.

“Great Emperor Divine!! ”

“Goddamn Gricassio! I knew he couldn't handle it. ”

“My lord, please understand that I don't know anything about Gricassio. I follow you wholeheartedly! ”

Fetland and those who were anxious to regain recognition did not find Esoman's face upset. The explosion was far less powerful than he had expected, but the strong bone dragon fell too fast and fell too miserably.

And at this point, I'm also a little tongue-in-cheek.

“This damn slippery head. ”

Like Esso, I also saw this dragon's cat get tired, and this guy is totally a fake fall!

“Too shameless, too despicable, too nasty, too shameless, how can a dragon be so gricassio! ”

Gloria was also angry, and how could she not see the problem of being an epic dragon? Soon after, "Dragon can't be too gricassio” became almost as famous as “human can't be too erm dirokan”.

“Never mind, you can't count on this bastard from the start. Such a rider who dares to use. ”

Looking over there, Esso's eyes just looked at each other. There was no need to hide those eyes, and the next thing you know, it was a hard war.

So I put my thumb across my neck, which is a gesture that represents a hanging.

“Senior, let's kill a happy man. ”

In this way, I expressed the respect of my descendants for their predecessors, and Esso answered me with a silent laugh.

“Death will accompany us to eternity! And you, will be the first to embrace death. ”

“Senior, please speak to me. ”

“Kid, you're dead! ‘