Vachran Palace.

On the throne bound by trees, the phantom opened its eyes, and the eyes were like stars, containing endless knowledge in the world. But when you stare at it, you realize that there seems to be nothing in those eyes, they are extremely empty.

"The astrology gave me strange revelations, did [changes] happen, or was someone trying to make me [advance] in this way?"

Dom sat on the throne and thought quietly. Some people did not want him to appear, such as His Excellency the Great Druyin who turned into a giant tree behind him and bound him, and at the same time bound the entire royal city. Facing this kind of life-span is not much left, and he was summoned by nature to fight with him, Dom didn't even have the desire to do anything.

Let the opponent bind him, bind the king city, and even cover the light of the stars and the moon.

Mad King Dom's [Birth] has strict standards, and the behavior of the Great Druyin is to interfere with this time, delaying the time or even destroying it altogether.

But at the same time, there are also many people who are secretly trying to help Dom, but this also does not contain any kindness in it. They will help Dom, but they are also not happy that Dom was born at the right time.

"Who is it? Is it trying to interfere with me, or is this itself an arrangement of [Fate]?"

I don't know what Dom thought of, but he slightly popped a light spot, and the diameter of the light spot passed through the obstacles of countless spaces and reached the place it wanted to go.

At this time, Dom's little action was also discovered by the big Druyin, "What did you do?!"

Big Druyin could feel that Dom had done something that was definitely not beneficial to many people just now.

"Why ask such a question, no matter what kind of crazy actions Mad King Dom makes, it is in line with your opinion of me, isn't it?"

The giant tree is not good at talking, since Dom doesn't want to talk, all he can do is to use more branches to bind the throne and the phantom above it, and at the same time, more huge tree roots appear around the king's city, binding the king's city more densely .

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Mo Cheng's caution was not groundless, because at this moment he felt the cold.

A mixture of temperature and the cold that the body feels after it spontaneously feels threatened.

"Tell me, what is the difference between life and death? What is the difference between existence and illusion?"

Looking at the source of the sound, a boy was working on a small soil **** not far away, with a thick book spread out on his knees.

The boy's appearance is very strange, with white clothes, white hair, pale skin, and even the boy's hole is a rare silvery white.

White became the boy's only hue.

Pure white also became the boy's first impression on others.

Mo Cheng didn't answer the question, he felt a threat from the boy, but this feeling was indeed different from usual, it was hard for him to describe in words what kind of feeling it was.

"Aren't you going to answer?" The boy tilted his head, and it fell off like that. "You have lost your only chance."

He picked up his head and carefully put it back in place.

Mo Cheng didn't speak, he quietly observed the boy, trying to figure out what [what] he was.

There are not many species that can survive without their heads. Golem puppets, undead creatures, undead creatures, etc., need more observations to distinguish them.

"Lich." It's just that the boy seemed to understand Mo Cheng's behavior, and said his identity first, "I am a lich."

The boy claimed to be a lich, but it was completely different from the skeletons in Mo Cheng's impression.

It's just that when the boy waved his hand to wake up the guard who died in his hands as an undead creature, and at the same time several space doors appeared behind him, and undead spirits emerged continuously, all doubts were irrelevant.

"Silence is also an answer, but giving up answering is a very sad behavior." The lich's pure white eyes looked at the black priest, and his tone was calm, as if he had seen through everything, "With you, with this country It is a sad and unknowing behavior, just like the behavior of people trying to change their destiny."

Mo Cheng squinted his eyes, he felt that there was something in this guy's words. In the past, when he was in [Foreign Land], he had encountered many people who first met and said a bunch of incomprehensible words to make riddles, but Mo Cheng directly skipped that type of reading. Article, directly kick the door open.

He enjoys doing things like pushing Riddler's words into their stomachs.

It's just that the portal opened behind the lich has now sent out a legion of about 3,000 people.

It is composed of fragmented corpses, with a stench of sutures all over the body, and an abomination holding a huge iron hook and sickle.

Transformed from humans, rotting, clumsy walking dead ghouls.

A meat grinder that collects and stores dead bodies, a siege weapon that spreads disease.

And as the main force, there are many skeleton soldiers holding swords and shields, or holding guns in both hands.

"I've seen your behavior. For that boring sense of justice, escorting a group of life that must die here is already very good. But..."

The Lich closed the book on his lap, "Under the torrent of fate, you can't change anything."

"Go, kill the group of rebels who are about to leave the country."

The lich did not issue an order against Mo Cheng, because it was unnecessary, and it was impossible for Mo Cheng alone to resist thousands of undead creatures, let alone prevent the people led by Margaret from being slaughtered.

The Lich expressed the most blatant contempt for Mo Cheng's existence. Even if you are strong enough to kill twenty bodyguards, all your efforts are still useless.

"Hey, Lich." Mo Cheng shouted, "You made a mistake, I'm not silent and don't answer."

Raising his hand, the power of death condensed in his palm, and a huge flesh and blood tombstone emerged from the void. At this moment, suddenly a ray shot at Mo Cheng secretly, and the Lich activated the magic counter that had been prepared, interfering with the formation of the tombstone.

The fact that Mo Cheng has the power to control death has already been recorded by the Crazy Legion. How could the Lich not guard against this magic that can be called a war level?

However, Mo Cheng had expected this for a long time. After his information leaked, what kind of response the other party would make must become a thinking item~lightnovelpub.net~ And the best and most direct way is magic reaction made.

With a wave of his right hand, he threw the wooden stick in his hand, and hit the magic counter ray that was shot rapidly, the holy light on the wooden stick disappeared together with the counter ray.

The holy light attached to the wooden stick, in addition to enhancing the lethality, is prepared for this moment.

"I mean, who are you?!"

The flesh and blood tombstone reappeared, and countless undead corpses poured out, intending to compare with the undead legion, whose immortality is the real immortality.

Mo Cheng picked up the stick and pointed at the Lich, "Except for my parents and teachers, which idiot dares me to answer his questions?!"

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