Looking at the hand of the throat bone, Saladin didn't have any surprised expression. He calmly said: "As I expected, you are no longer a human being."

The throat bone was a little surprised: "You knew it a long time ago?"

Saladin said: "You fell to the devil, it's not hard to guess."

"The devil, the emissary, but they are all tools for the false gods to deceive the world." The throat bone retracted his hand into his sleeve: "I represent a new race, and even a huge force."

Saladin shook his head and said, "You have embarked on a path that is hostile to all creatures."

"That's because what remains in the world are some backward and ignorant races, who are immersed in meaningless desires and pursuits, deceiving themselves and others in the life of drunken gold fans."

The eyes of the throat bone are as sharp as a blade: "Life is like a poison. It poisons people's minds. People only see their own desires, but they dare not think about the world after death, and dare not question God’s. Decided. I lived in this way for decades, and finally rotted and died like a bug beetle without dignity."

"What I am doing now is to dissipate the poison in the body for everyone, get them out of matter, and examine the relationship between man and God."

Saladin smiled slightly: "It's quite interesting. Life brings human desires, and desire blinds the eyes of truth, and death is the key to guide everything..."

The throat bone moved two steps forward, approaching Saladin and said, "Join us."

Saladin shook his head non-committal.

The throat bone said again: "You don't need to remind you, you should also know your situation."

Saladin: "You mean I have run out of time?"

Throat bone: "Become a dead soul, you will become an immortal king, your kingdom will last forever, and your people will create an eternal empire."

Saladin looked at the throat bone playfully and said, "What good is that to you?"

Throat bone: "I will establish a religion that belongs to the dead, and you will be the secular king of the kingdom of death."

Saladin understood: "Do you want to be the pope of the Necromantic Church? Just like the Heavenly Father Church?"

Throat bone: "Necromancers are different from humans. We will not be confused by desires, and we will not fight for selfish interests. If there are only necromancers in the world, then war and destruction will be far away from us."

"And the Heavenly Father Church, a place full of lies, ignorance, and confusion, is essentially a group of people who use the name of God to realize their own interests. How can it be compared with us?"

Saladin thought for a while, then said, "Let me sort out my thoughts."

"You think that the undead who abandon life and embrace death, because they no longer love food, wealth, spouses, and power, they will put their energy and time on cooperation and progress. Therefore, the whole world will no longer have hunger, Plague and war."

"Yes."

"You found me today because you want me to join the ranks of the undead, so that my army will become an army of the undead and can help you build a secular world of the undead, and you can become the pope of the undead with peace of mind."

The throat bone added: "And you can truly get rid of the shadow of death. Your empire will continue to move forward under your leadership. As for the academic truths you care about most, it will grow and develop in the kingdom of the dead. All of this, Isn't it beautiful?"

Saladin said softly, "It sounds really good."

"So, you promised me?"

Saladin did not answer the question about the throat bone, but asked an irrelevant thing: "The throat bone, do you know humans?"

The throat bone was taken aback.

Saladin poured a cup of hot tea from the plate beside him and placed it in front of his throat bone.

"God Allah created the Adan saint with mud, and Adan is the ancestor of mankind."

Saladin dipped his fingers with water, rubbed a piece of soil on the edge of the blanket, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"The soil can change into thousands of forms, round or square, long or short, adding different substances can also change its color, texture, and hardness, and baking it with fire can even make it shape into pottery."

Saladin threw the soil back into the ground: "However, the mud that has been kneaded and formed will be deformed as long as water is added; the soil added to the material will be restored to its original shape as long as it is filtered; the pottery made by grilling will only be crushed and ground. In the end it is still mud."

The throat asked coldly: "What on earth are you trying to say?"

Saladin said softly: "No matter how different the appearance, age, occupation, whether the body is alive or dead, human beings are human beings. As long as the human soul exists for one day, then its essence will not change."

"Necromancers, as you said, no longer need to eat, no longer value wealth, no longer care about their spouses, this does not mean that human desires will disappear, but that they will start to crave other things."

Saladin gently twisted the ground under her body: "There are gravel in the soil, and the desire for desire is also engraved in the human soul. It will not show any deviation due to the change in the form of existence."

The throat bone looked a little confused: "Isn't death enough to annihilate the greed in human nature?"

Saladin looked at the throat bone and said calmly: "If you don't believe it, there is an example before you."

"what?"

"you."

"I?"

Saladin stretched out a thin finger, pointed at the chest of the throat bone, and said, "You want to become a god, isn't this desire?"

"It is conceivable from this that when the kingdom of the necromancers is truly established, many necromancers will focus on strength and status." Saladin said with a smile: "When they are alive, food, wealth, Women can also distract some of their attention, and instead push them into a darker abyss of desire after death."

The complexion of the throat bone became ugly in an instant.

Saladin said softly: "You are a very smart young man, you should understand what I mean. Pushing the whole world to death will not change the world. Everything will be the same as before, sunrise and noon , Sunset, night, dawn... It repeats itself, the cycle continues."

The throat bone said in a deep voice: "I admit that I can't speak of you, but I still want to invite you to join the ranks of the dead ~ lightnovelpub.net~ why?"

"Let me be honest, I value your kingdom management and military combat talent, and your wisdom has also given me a lot...inspiration, I need your help."

Saladin closed his eyes and said slowly, "I can't help you."

"You hate the undead? So you don't want to join?"

"Everything exists. In fact, God has already arranged everything. Your appearance, the emergence of the necromantic race, these signs must have deep meaning. I admire God’s traction on the line of destiny, how can I dislike it?"

"Don't you fear death? After you die, the empire you have worked so hard to manage for many years will completely collapse."

"There must be ups and downs, and there must be ups and downs." Saladin's face was full of bitterness: "I can't protect this empire forever. All I can do is obey the call of God."

The throat said desperately: "So what about revenge?! You were poisoned by the elders, and now you have to be supported even when you walk. Don't you want to regain a new life and take revenge?"

Saladin said calmly, "Although the poison comes from the Presbyterian Church, guess who is the poisoner?"

The throat bone frowned and said to himself: "As a caliph, you have many guards and doctors, people who can poison your diet for a long time without being noticed..."

"It's my son."

The throat bone opened his eyes wide, not knowing what to say.

The two were silent for a long time.

Saladin pointed to the cold tea in front of the throat bone, and said, "Taste it, it's hard to get the rosemary tea."

The throat bone took a sip according to the words.

The tea flows slowly through the mouth, esophagus, and finally from the broken thoracic cavity of the throat.

After seeing this scene, Saladin drank the tea in his cup and said lightly: "It's a pity."