It seems that there are some regulations... I need to be revised, and a new chapter will be posted at night. I burst into tears...

The Lich's Chapter of Mourning

Prelude

The reaper's unusual anger.

For a long time, the Entropy Reaper, born in the Chaos Sea, a skeleton that can accommodate a small giant toad family, has always existed as the chief executioner of this chaotic plane. They are immune to mental attacks and reduce most of the spell damage, with infinite power and quick movements. The most important thing is that they can appear in every place freely without locking the force field in the Chaos Sea... Looking for any neck suitable for the invisible giant scythe, any creature attacked by the chaotic weapon made to break the damage reduction will inevitably be subject to constant pain and torture under the shock of the Chaos Force... until they give up and disintegrate because they are unbearable, which is called a tiny part of chaos.

Therefore, these darlings of Chaos Sea rarely encounter such a difficult enemy - a paladin wearing a rough gray cloak. Perhaps because he stayed in Chaos Sea for a long time, his clothes were broken. His only equipment was a dim but compact chain armor, and a long sword without any decoration, but this did not affect his high fighting will and strong combat power. The double-edged sword, which was obviously more reliable than the appearance, faced the sickle that was dragging the gray flashing light again and again. While his wounds increased as frequently as the changes in Chaos Sea, the fearless outsiders made more small wounds white

The colored skeleton accumulates, and although some of them recover in an instant, more cracks are connected together, forming a dangerous fine net... The pale bones moaned ominously, and the reaper felt fear - often this feeling is given to others. The premonition of destruction gave him the desire to retreat, but hesitated because he was forced to execute the distorted command of sentenced creatures by Chaos Sea. In the end, it was a faint, strange, and crying voice that made a decision for him - the reaper of the entropy gave up his mission and launched the plane teleportation technique that only once a day could use it, and disappeared in front of the overly enthusiastic enemy.

The Paladin roared, dispelling the negative effects of the last long and cold vicious breath of the Reaper. He then had to face one of the most difficult things in this plane without any impossible - the pebbles gathered by more than five hundred giant toads. A chaotic fluid was generated from the pebbles of the native creatures of the Chaos Sea. The giant toads could recognize these fluids and gather around the pebbles to lay eggs and fertilize, and their will could even gradually expand a large pebbles on the table to a continent. But the actions of the giant toads sometimes

The chaotic fluid that grows with pebbles will transform into a huge chaotic storm. The worst thing is that the dead giant toad will become the guardian of pebbles. The stubborn, brave, and difficult-to-eliminate stone guardian will tear apart any creature or non-organism that dares to hurt the source of the storm - accompanied by violent hurricanes, countless flames, ash, gravel, gravel, hail, and even energy condensation... From this small continent that has basically become a self-organized system, it is squirting wildly with foreign orderers as a target, like a grand, but with a large, multi-matter meteor shower that is reversed in order.

Soon, the chaotic giant toad breeding ground smashed a lonely sea like a real stone and left quickly. The aftermath of the airflow like crying remained completely dissipated after a period of time. All it left was a huge area that seemed very "clean" than other places in this chaotic plane. Although it would soon be filled with more chaotic substances, it now looks extremely similar to a trace of fingers on the dusty tabletop. It is precisely because of this that the only thing that stayed in it also seemed particularly eye-catching.

A small, quiet, comfortable, but dark space.

The originally smiling face instantly became serious, and white flames burned all over the Paladin, especially on his forehead, as if there was a sun storing it in his skull.

The power to hold his arm was relaxed. Before the wide cuffs of the robe that were almost integrated with the darkness fell again, the Paladin's keen eyesight had already seen the pale hand bone, which was similar to humans, but it was obvious that the human finger bone had only three at most, rather than the four he saw now. This means that the undead creature in front of him was transformed from elves or half-elves who were more focused on the elves' blood. Even the gods would be surprised. Since the demise of the Naserel Empire, there have been almost no elves transformed lichs. Even the Drow elves in the evil camp - Archlich Lich, what a strange noun, the relevant written records can be found in several libraries protected by half-stagnant time and space.

The lich retreated silently into the darkness that was not affected by the light. The slightly raised snow-white skull outline seemed particularly clear in the black hood. He stared at the light, and did not seem to hate things that no longer could be reached like other undead creatures... The subtle, fleeting emotional fluctuations were keenly captured by the Paladin - no greed, no jealousy, no anger, no desire, peaceful and soft, besides that there was only a child-like curiosity and a little thirst to try. If it weren't for the pure negative energy that could almost condense into a substance, the rescued person almost thought that there was a pure soul that had not been polluted by sin in the rotten and filthy corpse in front of him - in fact, this was absolutely impossible.

"Whatever you stretched out your hand," said the Paladin solemnly, "In the name of Tyre, I swear you will receive my thanks."

In the lich's hollow eyes, a small purple light spot jumped. The paladin could feel the faint joy flowing through his body. The lich was still very immature. He didn't even know how to hide his feelings, or he had feelings. The old warrior regretted his wrong choice and his eyes became more firm - say your request, and then, I will fulfill your wish in the name of Thiel, and then liberate your soul that has not yet completely fallen.

The skull in the hood turned left and right, and the lich took a step back, "I have no purpose," he said calmly.

Then a white light shone out on his body, much dimmer than the Paladin's body, but softer. The sudden change frightened the Lich, and the airflow in the narrow space became tense, controlling the Paladin's actions like a shackle.

The paladin's old face showed an incredible expression. Yes, a hidden, simple "lie detection" was just to ensure that he was not misled or exploited by the lich's lies. But even he did not expect that there would be an undead creature, purely, without saving his life other than himself for any purpose, which almost subverted the definition of lich for thousands of years, whether it was the Nine-Level Bartoon of Hell or the Blessing Realm of Blissland.

The white light surging on the paladin's body expanded rapidly, and his figure became taller, majestic, and dazzling, and it was afraid to look directly at it. The final appearance made the Lich unable to stop the earth wind from the ground - fair, the remnant god, the voice of the God of precepts, Tyr, the God of Thunder, fell from above like solidified lava on the lich's skull: "In the name of the God Ao, you will be redeemed for your selfless good deeds!"

The distance between the upper and lower jaws of the lich gradually increased. If he were still a human, we might describe it as "a dragon egg can be stuffed into his mouth". Redemption, of course, he knew what "redemption" means, and could be spelled perfectly and read them, but the relationship between the word and him should end there, right?

Obviously fate has fallen into a complete hysteria like the Chaos Sea. The confusion and at a loss of the Lich were interpreted by Tyre's incarnation as the excitement and shock of returning to the light. He seriously raised his only remaining arm. The fair God of Precepts warm, solemn, and undeniable force pressed against the body of the undead like a capsized sea. The positive energy contained in it roared and drove out all the negative energy in the Lich's body, and then naturally took over their work. At the same time, the gem life box that was far away thousands of miles away twisted, broken, turned into powder, and was forced to restore the essence of life that was carefully hidden inside. The enhanced version of the Toughness Check received at the time of death came happily again under the call of the gods, and began to slowly erode the Will and the Will of the Lich.

Spirit... What a rare secondary experience, the Lich thought sarcastically. The indescribable pain was entangled in every memory and thought for hundreds of years, beating, grinding, carefully looking for any gap that might exist, unable to get rid of, unable to bear it... Until all checks were perfectly over, the undead was still doing his best to make the most miserable screams with his body and soul. He felt a voice beside him asking him to stop, but the Lich ignored it maliciously. Although he knew that this too long and profound torture had indeed ended, no matter what, as an evil undead creature, there was no reason not to charge some interest for the damage and torture he suffered... As for whether the other party should be responsible for his pain, ma... this is not within the scope of the Lich's consideration.

He opened his eyes_-oh, he now has eyes, eye walls, eye cavity and contents, nerves, blood vessels, and eyelids that protect them, and eyelashes are all available--the lich blinked, and the scene in front of him became blurred and clear.

The Zen temple belonging to Thraslin, the unique blue-gray rocks and the simple and clean room told him where he was. The air was flowing smoothly. The lich sensed that he was breathing gently instinctively, his heart was beating regularly, and blood flowed in his blood vessels.

When he was sitting up with some unfamiliar control of this body, he realized that he was wearing a gray-white fine linen robe, the kind that Tyre liked the most, and there was still a faint divine power on it - the fair Tyre. You should also engrave a balance or warhammer on my forehead (Tyre's holy emblem is the balanced balance placed on the warhammer), so that the value of this souvenir can be better reflected - for the first and perhaps the last chaotic act in the long time before and after you came to Tyrel!?

The bronze ring used to hide important items is still in the old position of the middle finger of the left hand. The protective amber ring on the little finger not far away is still intact. The forehead crown inlaid with bright black tourmaline is well maintained in its original invisible state and stuck on the head. I glanced at the side, a star-colored sapphire hidden at the top, and the dark and dull horny staff is lying quietly beside the master... The lich can be sure that he has not encountered any losses yet... No, he thought gloomyly, I lost a black robe, and the freedom to sway around with my bones swaying around to intimidate humans.

Section 1

The lich ponders in the dark sea of ​​consciousness.

As a Lich, more than two hundred years does not seem long, but it is enough for him to absorb a lot of knowledge in the vast books and souls. Fortunately, some vague records can be found in it - in very rare cases, the Lich can be redeemed. "It is simple and almost impossible to make a Lich a good creature. According to the rules, what the Lich must do is to show selfless goodwill to a living creature. And this behavior must only benefit that creature. This behavior cannot bring even a little bit of insignificant benefits or benefits to the Lich itself. Those who know this

A Lich who is secretly and attempted to be redeemed is doomed to fail, because whatever good deeds he is to do is to make himself kind again - and this itself belongs to doing things that are good for himself. These efforts must be completely sincere - for example, a Lich saved his drowning mortal slave, which would be an example that might lead to success, because the Lich does not need to do it for any other reason. Therefore, these actions are always sudden, random events. The results of these actions will always give the Lich who did these things a complete shock." The recorder wrote.

Very correct, the Lich turned his gaze from the endless darkness to the only light source here without expression.

The soul shining with cornflower blue and milky white light carefully copied a big book that was six feet wide in a corner of the sea of ​​consciousness. The dim pages were neatly arranged with pea-sized elegant floral characters, and the exquisite dragon blood ink showed a subtle black-brown color. As needed, every paragraph of text will also have exquisite illustrations - "What You Don't Know", which records all the official history, unofficial history, rumors, and truth related to the gods of Torrell in detail.

As for the incarnation, family, goals, ideals, hobbies, abilities, professions, grudges, love, joys and sorrows, and various small details, including exposure and joking... It is said that the author is the former god of wisdom, and there are also the second and third books that are deeply analyzed... No wonder the unfortunate recorder was trampled into a small cake by the gods of gods a long time ago, and the lich gently tapped his teeth - an action similar to a human sneer.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the lich was able to return to his favorite bone rack state, with a black robe hanging empty in the air, and his slender fingers gently and rhythmically hitting the small and graceful jaws, as if they were beaten for a silent music.

The seemingly busy copying soul took a cautious look at the skeleton floating in a graceful posture in a black background - a lich who could create a gorgeous Gothic heavy tone atmosphere even with a secondary skeleton.

lich, about ten days ago, this term was still unfamiliar to her who was not very fond of games. Her only impression came from pop-up advertisements on the web page - skeleton shemale who was surrounded by lightning and petals, and was said to like to wear skirts... I didn't expect that one day I would share my soul with a real lich.

Time travel, damn time travel, maybe someone will salivate at this opportunity, but as a home girl whose only two hobbies are shopping and reading, the park ten kilometers away from home is already a different world. The soul is distressed with a feather brush to scratch the drooping strands of hair... Not to mention any special abilities, the extra subsidy, she didn't even get the time for those cannon fodder travelers to be confused or overjoyed. In a blink of an eye, she found herself becoming a world-famous superstar who has grown up by eating mushrooms. Her characteristics are big nose, hat, straps and work clothes, and a beard. Together with his twin brother Louis, she has been playing the super brand role of Nintendo for many years, a nostalgic red and white machine)... It is still the last level of the AO version, and it is not just a few small animals with constant petrochemical technology.

, but countless hurricanes, heavy rain, thunder, hail, flames, rocks, small or large land, oceans, forests, cities... What is saved is not the weak and helpless cute princess, but the evil lich with evil spirits exhausted - the evil lich with bad temperament and magic. However, it is completely understandable about this by outsiders. Illegal possession and the use of other people's bodies - even if it is just a skeleton, it is not a pleasant thing... Besides, she found that although she was full of blue bars, the skill bar was empty, that is, there was no memory of spells at all. Even if the lich in the sea of ​​consciousness made the most accurate and perfect demonstration, she could use only defense, defense, and defense in the end... Before this, the more than 300 poor lich bones had been ravaged by the unpredictable changes of the Chaos Sea.

Fortunately, what the most needed in the Chaos Sea is defense. Outsiders can even use simple qi elements and dark elements to create a force field similar to an inflatable ball. Before the Lich meditation is over, the small round force field will fly around in the chaotic plane - not that the Lich really gave his body completely to this stupid traveler - but the subsequent Chaos Storm attracted a large part of his attention, and at this moment, the damn thief added a real shackle to himself!

The Lich turned his sight toward endless darkness again.

Things have happened, and no matter how many accusations are, they will be useless. Moreover, as a lich for so many years, he is no longer used to speaking... He is more willing to re-remember all the magic that tortures the soul, so that the stupid guy can understand the true meaning of the Lich of the Faren... Unfortunately, the damage imposed on outsiders will also be reflected in himself.

The soul of the outsider did not know what the Lich was thinking now. She was a little sorry for her subconscious actions - it was like seeing an old man about to fall and so she reached out to support her - when she saw the Paladin who was about to be involved in the Chaos Storm, she naturally stretched out her hand... Until the soft white light dispelled the darkness, the Feren common sense that the Lich forced into her mind was finally revealed - it was too late.

Although they have been together for a short time and don’t know much, the soul knows that the Lich is still very satisfied with the special category of the Lich species that he can belong to in the orderly world of the evil genus mage. Redemption may not be much better than being cut off for him... Since Tyre’s incarnation appeared, he has been silent until now, oh, except for the screams on the check, in short, it looks a bit pitiful, and his ideals are shattered and he has to face reality.

The soul decided to comfort him.

"Look," said the soul, "there's nothing wrong with it now. At least, you can get back to your original appearance, very handsome, isn't you?"

The lich looked suspiciously at the soul who stopped copying the book, and her defenseless thought was simply a completely open scroll in front of him.

In the cognition of the main material world, a lich can only bring fear and death. People always scream loudly when they see a skeleton holding a staff and ragged clothes, running around, instead of blinking their shiny eyes and putting their hands on their chests, as if they were looking at a god that could satisfy all her hopes.... The skeleton's jaws moved slightly back and forth, and their teeth made a crisp rubbing sound.

The soul blinked purely.

In addition to the necessary agreements such as alliances and contracts, people and non-humans in the continent of Feren rarely care about other people's marriage or love. For example, the Paladin must have a beloved and steadfast wife, but the half-elf ranger who is an adventure partner likes men or women has nothing to do with him. As long as the ranger's focus does not deteriorate - otherwise, you have to find another partner who is not a Paladin... If a mage finds that the first female devil summoned cannot arouse his interest, the other party will go back and summon a handsome male devil on behalf of him. Of course, the gems of the transaction cannot be lacking... The catalogues displayed in some special areas perfectly integrate almost all the races and genders of the continent of Feren...

Oh, this tolerant world.

"I hate the same-sex body." said the lich coldly, with ten pale finger bones crossing each other, once again thinking about all the spells he knew - or learning something new from the demons of Barto.

The soul showed obvious disappointment, and there was no dissatisfaction with the lich reading its own thoughts at will. After all, this has almost become the first action similar to the two politely greeting each other. Well, the lich reads, and the soul is read.

Is this a harem of a stallion?! The soul poses in a famous painting "screaming" posture, and then maintains a long-standing optimism and tells herself that the Queen's sister Luo Li's sister is nothing wrong.

"...gl's soul makes me nauseous." In the lich's hollow eyes, a purple light flashed viciously. Perhaps it would be a bit beneficial to restore my true body.

This is a tolerant world. You can like the same sex, the opposite sex, or even like the different ones, or... you can like nothing...

Soul - Wide noodles tears... But, but, in this case, this book will talk about it...

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