The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“It's been a long time. Heng!”

Spying on each other, the familiar fluctuations of the soul made me know who the visitor was, and this existence is the last thing I want to see right now.

“It's been a long time, but I really don't want to see you again... forever. ”

It was a wonderful feeling that when the voice of the man came and he appeared at the end of the distance, the whole world seemed to be alive.

The grass was already green, the clouds were white, but everything, like being colored again, stood there and the colors of the whole world were rendered.

She sat on the ever-huge skeletal giant, with a huge throne of skeletons on top of her head, and she sat quietly there, like a court dress and an ancient dress like a magician's robe floating in the wind.

Compared to the giant skeletal giant, it is like an ant, but all eyes are attracted to it, ignoring the enormous thing below, which is not a vain thing like temperament, appearance, but a privilege she is born with.

“ ……. That's an exaggeration. ”

The perfect complexion appears to be flawed, but the woman's smooth skin is split in two parts from the middle, the skin is white on the left, red on the right, silver on the left and orange on the right.

As for what she looks like, since she doesn't want anyone to know, I'm afraid mortals don't even have the right to look directly at her.

Seeing such constant, next, even without the deliberate use of gifted abilities, my eyes changed.

On the one hand, they turn into black eyes white eyes, and on the other hand, they turn into white eyes black eyes white, like two halves of Tai Chi, the gaze of the underworld God can see through the soul or distort the belonging of the soul.

And my most powerful gift was acquired by analyzing the split magic of zero, and her understanding of energy and the world gave the theoretical basis for these two eyes to form.

“... stronger than Esso, no, no longer at one level. ”

But exchanges are mutual, and I'm afraid they've gained more than I have since the war.

I dissected her, and naturally I could assess her abilities, and she, at that time, could never be as powerful as she is now.

In the perspective of the soul, her presence is immense, like the sun that shines on everything, but only those luminosities that exude, let the surrounding scenery ignite her color, the quality of the soul and the strength of the dead is a positive relationship, while in my eyes the constant quality of the soul seems to be infinite.

True energy infinity is not possible, which violates the basic bitside rule of the master bitside, while some exist with the privilege of breaking the rule.

“The strength of the Undead King is not sealed! No matter how strong it may be, but the previous split didn't get to this point, which is ridiculous! It's just... ”

“ ……. Lord god level. ”

Dead cat judgment is not wrong, breaking the so-called rules of the world is one of the privileges of the Lord God, and from the pressure on me, this silent ghost empress sitting there is no worse than some of the Lord Goddess bosses in the Battle of the Underworld.

“Asteria, what brings the Lord down so much! What the hell is your defense system doing? ”

[I can't feel Cynthia anymore. The rules of the table are already messed up. Past experience should no longer be considered iron law. Moreover, the abilities of this Undead King are special, and the rules of position may not limit her. Be careful, since she can make herself infinite, she can naturally become infinite. She got the key knowledge from you and took the most important step.

Even with the loss of body and ability, the eyes are still there, and Asteria's judgment is beyond doubt, and the constant fear before me is the most troublesome adversary I have ever encountered.

After all, even in the face of the Lord God, I have prepared the killer, and this time, the shark was caught.

“Everlasting night, you have become weak, those little toys before, are disgraceful...”

When I was still hesitating, Heng first made a sound, but the seemingly derisive words were uttered in an extremely bland tone, and I could feel that she had no shameful intention of laughing, just a straightforward statement.

She's just stating the facts, stating the facts that I'm weaker than I expected, stating the fact that I just can't get the little things on stage, including Yongnight City, the curse, stating the fact that I don't take the moment seriously.

“I X, this is standing talkin ', don't feel bad about back pain, if I had your strength now, what other tricks to play, I would have pushed all the way. ”

And even truthfully, on the battlefield, if you get discouraged like this, you won't be able to get out of it. Besides, losers lose their battles, cannons, whatever, are the least valuable.

“Ah, I'm really weak now, but isn't it only after my magic that some spirit emperor dares to appear? ”

I don't think she's going to get stuck at this point, these distances are nothing to her now, mostly because she's been watching her cannon ashes get wiped out with cold eyes, and then making sure that I can't even meet the standards of the Undead King right now.

“Cunning, careful, cautious, lots of backup options, which are really the qualities that you should have as the undead emperor of heretical enemies, but appearing on enemies, or enemies with superior strength, is a bit of a headache. ”

But I'm still thinking about how to deal with it, and I'm still panicking. Although it's just two words apart, the weight of "Everlasting Night” and “Dead King” is too big.

There is a constant threat ahead of me, and I have no choice but to let the panic spread.

“Fools! Does it make any difference who you're dealing with? What are the ancient legends that are so far away from us? He's helping us now, you don't see. ”

Suliman's roar echoed in the city, and as the city's supreme commander at the moment, the calm of the main bone also calmed the scene a lot.

Of course, the look behind the fear and fear won't go away. I guess I'll have to contact the fairies to see if I can bleach it.

“Forget it, Everlasting Night is still the ultimate demon king of all horror stories, who told you to go too far back then. ”

“ ……. Then make up an everlasting night hung up, I just got his soul inherited by ordinary people and all that crap. ”

“Who would believe a story like that? ”

“These days, as long as the money is broken, it is normal to reverse public opinion, let alone black and white. ”

“.. hack something again, you won't believe it if you do less. ”

The dead cat's bullshit relaxed me a little, and she gave me real support when I regained my figure. Perhaps my personal strength is not as good as that of Heng now, but I have a magician tower, not lined by my poor Heroise gang, and Heng is only alone. If my guess is correct, there is still a chance of victory in this battle.

“… even if you are stronger than me, are you sure you will win the final victory, if you shrink into this cage, you will not be afraid to push too hard to break the cage and be thrown out? ”

There was no answer, but the sudden appearance of the Legion of the Undead was already the most telling answer.

And when the two Great Souls fought each other, the clash of countless dead guns was just the beginning of the show.

At this moment, I finally miss Emila and Renee who don't know where they are. At least they should be able to fight now...

“This is the man who remembers people only when he needs them, but how far away he usually hides, it's heartless. ”

[I agree.

“Shut up! Why don't you help me think of something? ”

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In the dark ruins, there is no illumination, only one dim indicator flashes at intervals, because the inhabitants do not want visual illumination.

But this is not an imaginary no-life zone, it's just that the inhabitants are so special.

“73242342342, A ,3452423… 22D34! ”

“dsada2312, BB, 450! ”

Numbers and simple alphabetical codes replace commonly used accents and prophecies, and residents of mechanical flesh communicate with mechanical codes.

Most of the residents here have strange shapes, guard statues, clean puppets, children's playmate puppets have everything they need, but at this time they communicate and collaborate together in a simple and efficient way, only the drip point indicator sounds and strange current sounds can't be heard.

And they're busy working with metals and skeletons as raw materials, starting with bones and dragonbones, a war machine, and the strange skeletal giants they saw on the battlefield that day are the most common of them, and most of the latest species have lost their human form.

The six-handed Mantis Knife, the combined General of the Half Chariot Half Skeleton, the whole body is a big wheel plus two giant strange things, all kinds of killing weapons are being manufactured as long as the design is reasonable.

Whatever it was originally used for, it was opened into a separate workshop, and in this robotic booming accompaniment, countless strange parts were sent out and sent out, but it was a killing weapon, no matter who possessed the relic, at least he would never be a peaceful man.

“… I'm afraid we don't have any hope once these things are in battle. ”

“Bullshit, that's why we're here, we're saving the world! ”

In the pitch of darkness, someone is whispering.

“If you don't want to die, shut up! ”

Barton's roar silenced his peers, and he did not falsely threaten them, after all, as they strolled through these strange mechanical puppets in the midst of a squeaky vigilante statue.

And thanks to this noisy mechanical noise, they would have been spotted long ago.

Timirette's plan was simple, but realistic —— staying with a mechanical puppet, rewriting his orders, hiding everyone in the puppet, walking as far down as possible.

Found out? Interrogated? It doesn't matter how far down you can go. Kill them when you can't move.

While the plan is reckless, at a time when too much intelligence is unknown, calculating too many and too complex opportunities can be problematic, and the one-step plan has a higher success rate.

So far, this unreliable plan is going very smoothly, and Timirette has just given their vigilante statue an order to reach the bottom, and this vigilante statue has reached the tenth floor without anyone stopping it.

And even if by chance there are "people" to communicate with, even if they don't know that there is something in their bellies to guard against the devil like a grunt, it is all well.

And when all this went smoothly, which was surprising to some, but made the vigilant Patton a little furious in the heart, Timirette opened up with the same weird silence along the way.

“Finally? ”

“Who's here? ”

The next moment, Barton knew he was asking himself, the statue of his traveler suddenly turned and walked into a square, but the one in front of him had been waiting for the turret and the guard statue for a long time. It was a trap!

“ ……. You knew that already! ”

“Of course, can a mechanical order be rewritten from the outside to enter the guard base of the Tower of Heaven? This is bullshit. We've been spotted since the beginning. ”

Timirette's proud voice makes people want to punch him in the face, even if he can't see the other side of the paint.

“Then bring us in! ”

“Bullshit, we have what it needs, and it will definitely let us in, which is much more comfortable than killing in one layer at a time. The other side has been much more patient than we thought. Ten stories straight down, hahahaha, I'm a genius. ”

Barton, they can't believe that this extremely narcissistic laugh from this side of the pit teammate could be a legendary hero and figure, and only Mary, a mercenary from the North, sighed, as if she knew.

“ ……. That's a good friend of the sad wind, the top of the League of Gentlemen. Though trustworthy, the pit teammates will never be merciful. ”

The moment I heard it, I was so proud that Timirette suddenly faded.

“Who said that! I don't know that bastard. Don't be ridiculous. If I were a Sad Wind believer, I'd be burned in the square! I'll haunt you forever as a wrongdoer! By the way, isn't that guy the original leader of the Gentlemen's League? So you're all his subordinates... ”

“ ……. Please stop, this is the black history of our entire regiment, and we have resolved to bury it in the past. If you insist on this, do you intend to challenge the pledges made jointly by our heads of the Twelve Branches? ”

If Roland were here, he would probably ask, what did the sad wind do? It turns out his friend Timirette didn't dare to recognize him, and even his subordinates tried to erase his presence.

“From today on, we don't even know that man. ”

“Yes, he is not from the North at all. ”

Well, even in the face of the threat of enemy siege, they reached a handshake agreement in this regard first...