Yes, the atmosphere is indeed not so suitable for the welcome party. As for the reason, it is naturally because the poor goblin sage, Lord Mir, of course, is his undead.

Mir is in pain now.

He lived in the most glorious years of goblins during his lifetime. The entire race once used the power of technology to trample the entire Yara world under his feet, despising all knowledge outside of technology, conceited the goodwill and warnings of the gods, proudly playing with life to transform life, and even usurping the power of the gods to create life. For this reason, he even did not hesitate to imitate the Three-Eyed Clan to start a war with the gods. He was once one of the highest powers of this race and the most powerful existence of the entire race. However, when the gods brought down the divine punishment, everything no longer existed. Powerful technology, brilliant history, rich knowledge, and everything turned into illusory winds, dissipated in the river of time and could never be found again. Similarly, at the moment when the divine punishment came, billions of goblins lost their lives in an instant, and even until they died, they did not know what was going on.

There is nothing to save the goblins who can save the death. The technology that can change the world cannot save them. The prepared underground bunker cannot save them. The most powerful Mir Sage cannot save them either. In the wrath of the gods, the goblins can only go to death. Of course, although the powerful Mir Sage cannot save the entire race, he can save himself. As a goblin wizard who was finally promoted to a demigod with his originally weak body, his soul is quite powerful. The soul attack on the racial group is not strong enough to destroy his soul. The powerful Mir Sage could have become a survivor and lead the surrounding survivors to survive hard after the catastrophe, just as others in history have done.

However, when he did one thing, something that could not be judged by right or wrong, he felt that the soul was hit, and the people around him were constantly dying, and realized that this was a kind of divine punishment, he immediately unfolded his own inherent spiritual realm and pulled more than half of the staff in the underground bunker where he was. This instinctive action made him and the goblins live for two more minutes than most goblins, and then he died. The soul attacks against thousands of people continued to collide in the inherent spiritual realm similar to the miniature divine nature formed by the soul and will. He was proud to be able to last for two minutes. However, that's all he could do, and in the end nothing changed. Everyone died after him, without the existence of survivors, and instead of being pulled into the small half, there were a few lucky people who survived.

Living two more minutes more than others may not be lucky for Mill, but rather a kind of misfortune, because during these two minutes, he could only taste the anger, unwillingness, hatred and regret in pain. He was sober, the only goblin who had premonitioned before the disaster came. He was powerful and the only contemporary semi-divine sage. However, his awakeness and strength could not save anyone, nor could he save one, including himself. In the last two

In the minute, his heart was filled with hatred, hating his weak and powerlessness, hating the arrogance and conceit of the power, hating the greed of the tribes for eternal life, hating Sighn, who brought hope of eternal life, and of course, the gods who hated the most were the gods who brought down the punishment of God. Although he also knew that this was a war, a war between mortals and gods, the party that provoked the war was not qualified to hate, but he still could not stop his hatred, and then walked towards death with endless hatred.

When he woke up again, he had become a painful undead. Although it was still powerful, the coldness after death eroded his soul in an instant. The cold was the only feeling when he was revived. It was so cold that it made people painful and so cold that it made people crazy. However, the cold disappeared immediately. The warm light of the soul shone through every corner of the earth from the center of the world of the dead, dispelling his cold and warming his soul. The warm, kind and loving soul light attracted Mir like a lighthouse in the dark, forgetting most of the memories of his life, Mir, the great sage, who was in a daze, walked step by step towards the light on his heart step by step.

As one of the earliest revived corpse witches, when Mir revived, there were few undeads in this world of death. It was no less difficult to encounter similar species than finding a specific grain of sand on the beach. It was not until he was extremely close to the position of the light of the mind that he saw other undeads, those pioneers and fellow travelers, the king of undeads who had not yet been called kings, the former strong man Saen, the Three-eyed Clan, and some of the leaders present. At that time, Mir had forgotten too many things after tens of thousands of years of sleep, even forgot Sieghn's existence, the Center for Life Sciences, and the Plan for Rebirth. However, he did not forget the hatred in his heart, the hatred for himself, the hatred for Sieghn, and the hatred for gods. Therefore, at the moment of seeing Sieghn, he launched an attack without surprise and vented his hatred for Sieghn on Sieghn.

Mir was very powerful during his lifetime, and was also very powerful after becoming an undead. Being able to be the leader of Silassane and others is enough to prove his strength. Therefore, even Sila of the Three-Eyed Tribe had to deal with his attack with an inexplicable attitude. However, Mir's attack did not touch Sila's spirit, because Saen, who was with Sila at the time, just waved his hand casually and blocked Mir's hasty but no sign of attack, and slapped him away at the same time, which left an indelible impression on the goblin sage. It was precisely because of this that Mir didn't care about anyone among the leaders, but when facing Saen, he was very careful to maintain respect.

Mir, who woke up after being photographed, realized that he had become the undead, but at the same time he knew something that he could never accept. He actually recovered from his own awakening under the influence of the will of the gods. This was simply a desperate reality, and what was even more desperate was that he realized that the light of the soul was not the light of flames. In fact, it was the glory of divinity. The gods that prompted him to wake up were selflessly illuminating his divinity and warming all children tortured by the coldness of death. From the glory of divinity, Mir felt only selflessness, fraternity and tenderness.
Chapter completed!