The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The power of the Creator is unlimited, and the derivative power and ability to build the world can create events, distort causes and times, create the Lord God, and create new races.

The power of the creator is limited. Even the better parents, the more demanding family laws, cannot formulate the achievements and growth of their children. In the end, the creator does not know what it will look like.

The Titans of that year were so powerful that the Creator gave them the power and ability to “create”, but the original purpose was to expect them to be the most prioritized craftsmen and artists, and the demons who had been given the gift of “evolution” and “battle” were supposed to be the best fighters and guards, but ended up like that.

Parents can only give the "direction of growth”, the creator is slightly stronger, can give the "direction” and “gift” as gifts, but ultimately what it becomes, whether talent can be fermented into real abilities, what individual and ethnic cultures can reach, can only depend on the opportunities and efforts of the individual race, but no one knows beforehand.

Roland conferred upon Pluto the duties and authority of the Messenger of the Underworld, just as the Dragon of Purgatory, by virtue of his transcendental talents, often existed as a spokesperson for the Lord in the abyss hell, and the Dragon of the Underworld would also become a messenger and spokesperson for the Reapers and the Underworld.

And to fulfill this duty, the Underworld confers upon them the right to spread death, which will soon be known as the “spokesperson of death," the "dead of the underworld," and the "dragon of death."

The curved body with a strong streamline aesthetic is stronger by three points than ordinary red dragons. The translucent wings of the night make them like a floating group of nightmares. The dark mist surrounds them. Only the eyes of the orangutan are flashing a strange glow. This mist is actually in a kind of protection for others, as the incarnation of death, the weak life of the Lord's face, if they see their true bodies, could die directly.

A large number of Pluto revolved around the powerful demon lord, from time to time launched exhalation attacks, that slow black fog-like exhalation only looks on the outside, far less hegemonic than the thunderbolt dragon breath, only Sophokery himself knows that this exhalation is more dangerous and poisonous than any dragon breath.

“Death rules, ability to die straight, this time seems to be a loss...”

The Lord Gods are able to resist the invasion of the rules of death in the Underworld, relying on outstanding personal abilities, and they have long been accustomed to confronting the rules of hostility, but that does not mean that they can ignore the power of the rules in the invasion, especially as the very power of this rule represents death.

If ordinary life is eroded by this breath of death, it will walk directly into the Underworld, and even the Lord God will not suffer too much if he does not want to be eroded by the rules of the Underworld and remain here forever.

In every attack, the meditation of death is connected outside the body like a flame of overhang, and the vast body is instead the finest target, while those impenetrable meditations are transforming the Lord of the Devil's King.

As a demon closest to the devil, the hypocrite Sophokery is willing to contribute to the generous conditions given by Cynthia. The most valuable reward that Abyss can offer is a face territory. That wealth is equal to real strength and wealth, and endless souls. If this face binds you to become one of your old opponents, what's the point of all this?

Even after so long, his percentage of erosion had just reached one percent, far from being tied down, but he had invested most of his energy in shelter and defense, making it clear that safety was first.

But every time he strikes back, whether it's genius magic or physical attack, a Pluto falls from the sky in mourning, causing old Summer heartache. After all, most of the Pluto here are his descendants and his future people.

Yes, Pluto is not immortal, there must be some loss of gain, after having the privilege of half-life and half-death from the Underworld, how can he have the immortality characteristic of the Underworld creature.

They also have alternatives. As messengers of the Underworld, they are born with the ability to summon and drive undead souls, a large number of undead souls are driven to attack Sophocles, and where else can they have more powerful souls than the Underworld.

But Sophokeri is not a fool either, and when he finds out that these dead spirits themselves have low attack power (relative to the Lord God) and are immortal, he doesn't hesitate to ignore his opponents and devotes his attention to the Pluto.

Sophokery, who is only looking at the positive forces and is good at plotting tricks, is probably the weakest of the gods, but he is still the master god-class devil, the fighting power is far more than vulgar, if he is not even worried, he will not be crushed.

And when I cast my main will this way, it was a little surprising to see Pluto's unexpected performance.

Originally considering that Shelly was not good at frontal combat, she arranged for the weakest god of the Lord to help her, but did not anticipate the outstanding performance of Pluto, which led to Sophocles falling into passivity.

Of course, if such a battle continues, either Pluto can't stand the collapse of the loss, or Sophokery is forced into the corner, revealing his demonic nature, and begins to disregard all the massacres, I don't think that just these newborn Pluto can really erode this big man.

“Perhaps we can talk. ”

My voice echoed in the empty space. Instead, the demon monarch intensified his offense. The magic spear that was thrown suddenly pierced the sky, directly knocked down a spinning dragon, then dragged it down with the iron chain at the end of the spear, swallowed it, chewed it, and the dull pupil stared at me dead.

All of this happened at my exit, and I couldn't even get help.

“You!”

The furious Summer roared, but did not launch a revenge response. He was also an old oilstock, who instantly cleared up everything after his anger.

Instead of being brutal, the Big Demon is apparently fearless of continuing to fight, which is the strongest leverage in the negotiations, which means that the Big Demon really wants to negotiate, and if he continues to fight, only the newborn Pluto species will suffer heavy losses.

I shook my head, and if Summer rushed up, I would look up at him.

“Fight again for me, my servant. ”

A little finger, the dragon corpse on the ground was eroded by the undergas, converted into ghost dragons and bone dragons, and the snow and ice of the underworld gave them more powerful flesh, and regained their lives and raised their heads to roar, giving the dragons a boost of morale.

What could be more reassuring than a meditation god standing behind you, death is not the end point, the chance to do it again is more dominant than any rescue.

Of course, the transformation of the dragon species also deprived them of most of Pluto's ability and privilege to escape from the Underworld, but I did this to put a lot of pressure on Sophokery, and if these Pluto eroded his body despite life and death, he might really stay here forever.

“… perhaps we can talk. ”

I nodded slowly, indifferent in face, but satisfied in the bottom of my heart.

Isn't splitting opponents just to get a chance to divide them, buy them, destroy them, leave face-to-face surveillance, be temporary mercenaries, and how much fighting will can there be? Especially when you have enough to buy each other's chips.

As long as the negotiations yield some results, even if the other side is willing to remain verbally neutral, I can draw out the prison to deal with the other opponents. The bigger the eventual advantage, like a snowball, the more I can only win the final victory. Otherwise, even if I kill the opponent, the amount of profit I can still get is questionable.

From the beginning, I split them up, and the biggest goal was to get a chance to “talk”!

And there were only two of the seven gods who were expected to be able to “talk," and the other five, at least, I didn't see the possibility of negotiation.

So the same thing happened on another battlefield, in the infinite greed purgatory of Prison 4, where Heroise faced the god of wisdom, but kept laughing, chatting to the prison owner for tea, playing chess, and had no intention of doing it.

Reason? It actually has something to do with Heroise's identity: she is the descendant of the Golden Elf, the only Orthodox of the Elf Clan, while the god of wisdom, Kalumandas, is a half elf, and given his ancient birth, the time he lived in was clearly the time when the Golden Elf came to power.

Half of his bloodline comes from the “wise man's civilization” known as Harlett Dam, while the other half is the low wild elf, who gave him endless knowledge and memory, who, while making him hostile among the elves, escaped the destruction of the wise man's civilization.

It is said that he was able to escape the pursuit of the Lord Gods in that year, and that the King of the Golden Elves did a lot of work on the grounds that he was a member of the Elves' tribe. Regardless of whether it was for the true intentions or for the skill of the wise civilization, at least, the Wizard God of that year did owe the Golden Elves a favor.

Well, I admit that this “reportedly” is what I heard from Heroise. This wizard, wisdom, book god, has indeed personally photographed her, and left behind by the Elf Emperor. Otherwise, the elf gods would have cut grass long ago to eradicate it. How could he have tolerated Heroise, the family of the Golden Elf, jumping alive in the dominant position and having a good time?

Of course, the Wizard God could not have helped Heroise too much at the cost.

When I heard from Heroise about their relationship and asked to communicate with each other, I was somewhat overwhelmed by a good, special personal relationship, which was undoubtedly the best start to the negotiations.

“Perhaps we can talk. ”

So, the same insomniac incarnation that appeared in front of God of Wisdom and Herois, and this time, I tried to squeeze out a few smiles.

The first sentence of the other party is unexpected.

“Negotiation? Sure, that's why I'm here, but first let me meet my people, also from the people of the ‘Halletham’ wise civilization. ”