Alex pointed a little at the edge of the carriage's window. The black double-carriage carriage and the skinny Ye Ji quickly stretched, expanded, and changed color until it became a huge bone dragon under the action of the transformation technique. It stretched its wings with only bones, as if it still had strong and powerful muscles, tough skin, and shining scales... The cold air from the sky passed through its ribs and holes in its eyes, making a whizzing sound - a gray goose who dragged the team screamed in panic and passed through its entire body from the empty teeth of the bone dragon - it was so fast that the bird, unfortunately able to fly 9ooo feet, had no time to dodge.

The Undead lay down in a slightly sunken place between the bone dragon's wings. He looked very comfortable and relaxed. The Dead Knight tasted the strange feeling--really, Alex rarely had such relaxation. He always habitually made himself safe, meticulous and neatly--like a clock.

Wildergra took the wire-woven gloves on one hand, and curiously stroked the white and smooth bones, the part of the neck connecting to the torso - testing its hardness. Until the harassed bone dragon sprayed air conditioning at him, the Necromancer was a little honest. He stretched out his fingers and let the gray clouds pass through the gaps between his fingers like water.

"Hey, isn't it important?" he asked. Although the darkness before dawn still ruled the land and rivers under them, the instincts of dark creatures could still clearly feel the gradual approaching of day. If a gray goose could feel or see this bone dragon in the faint light of the sky, then humans with an ordinary telescope could easily see them.

"It's okay." Alex pointed lazily below - Wilderger could directly see an ugly building complex composed of multiple brick and stone buildings from the ribs of the bone dragon, and a conspicuous white line - it should be a runway, the longest aircraft track in the world.

"That's Area 61." It is also the so-called alien distribution center of "photographs are prohibited, the government can use deadly force to expel it." The government has never officially recognized its existence, but it does not deny it. It has a graceful crescent shape, separating the territory of the Magic Banquet from the prosperous Beverly - this area has never been opened to residents or even conventional military aircraft. It is protected by radar stations and underground sensors. Any guest will be expelled by helicopters and ground armed guards - and its exact location has never been marked on the map. In this regard, the 6th Federation of the West Great Six did a little better than Ross - this is also a concession made by the patriarch of the Lesenba clan, since he is unwilling to "cooperate too closely" with humans.

“The UFO once again came to the next day’s newspaper to draw up an empty and boring title – how many people would just press this page under a greasy fried egg plate?

The Dead Knight curled his lips, "Alex," he asked very directly, "Do you think that kid still... can believe it?"

"Be more sober and smarter," Alex replied, "At least the fear of death has not completely wiped out what the undead should have."

"The undead will also fear death?" Wilderger's voice was filled with disbelief.

"It is the fear of death that makes most people who have been immortal." Alex said: "Hungry on power, hope to be young and gain wealth forever, have amazing charm, and even be unique, it can make a human choose to become an undead, but the biggest reason for the human being to fear death. After they become immortals, they will feel that they have escaped and dragged the pursuit of death. But as time goes by, wealth, power, and feelings among the mundane world will also disappear or no longer be so important, the desire for existence will occupy their whole body and mind - don't believe that vampires who have lived for too long choose to commit suicide because of worldly disgust. They have paid so much for immortality, how can they give up easily? They will do their best to live, although most of them do not know why they want to live."

"What's the difference between Yusel?" The Dead Knight humbly asked for advice.

"Purpose, to survive. Purpose, he has a purpose." The Lich stretched, and the mentor and his purpose of becoming a Lich were clear - those endless knowledge, they always felt that time was a thing that could not be achieved through income, and Yussel also had his own time-consuming goal - which gave them their own bottom line. When external pressure and changes forced them to retreat, this bottom line would curb their unlimited concessions - but if this bottom line becomes death, then according to the Lich's view, the guy who can abandon everything in order to avoid death is better to directly transform into a proton - no belonging, no faith, no dignity, no desire, no need... but to a certain extent, it can be said to last forever.

"The undead is not afraid of death, but resisting death." Escape and fighting are absolutely not generalized - he does not need fragile allies who are about to collapse. Only when his beliefs are firm can he consider other things.

Wilderger touched his chin: "To be honest," he said honestly: "I don't understand."

… “But it feels pretty good, so that’s it.” He poked Alex with his toes, “I want to lie down for a while if I let you go.”

Alex silently gave up a spacious place for his brother to lie down. Two obsidians in his pocket jingled. Although they had power, they had no soul. To be precise, a unified soul, which repelled each other fiercely like a peer magnetic pole. The undead found the conflict between them ridiculous, like a secret and a demon feast, and a neutral faction. To expand on, black wizards, vampires, werewolfs—when humans gradually compressed their space to the smallest with science and tried to tighten the ropes on their throats, these non-humans were still fighting each other. This may be the only one who has existed for nearly a thousand years.

The patriarch, this is also the reason why he decided to start and end his three hundred years of dormant career. The vampires at the Demon Banquet will once again engage in jihad wars, and it may be the last time. They will destroy the "Thorn Treaty" (the treaty that ended the Great Rebellion), attack and invade the secretly controlled cities, and recruit (suck someone to fight for the faction) a large number of human beings, allowing vampires who have disappeared for six centuries in human history to reappear in people's lives - not legends and fairy tales, or rumors, not nonsense under drug control, nor movies and novels, but real, within reach, and make millions of people tremble and unable to sleep in the dark.

The premise is that the lich can provide a transformation array diagram - the poor king of dark creatures. Their gods are not as understanding and generous as human gods. Nothing is left except the altar and some equipment containing weak negative energy. The original blood of vampires, that is, the original blood they use to create descendants, must be quickly restored through certain steps in the sacrificial ritual. In addition, only sufficient hunting and long waiting can prevent the miserable elders from falling into a weak and powerless situation because of the descendants' problems. Vampires are more willing to endure loneliness than losing their power. According to Yusel and Mekoril, in the past century, the princes and elders have not created even one descendant.

And not only vampires, werewolfs also have the same problem - for example, "Beast Controller". Perhaps he doesn't use it, doesn't, doesn't understand...but he doesn't know the abilities he should have - werewolfs have much shorter lifespan than vampires, and they also lose more things.

The lich moved out for a few seconds to express his sincerest apology to them - as the saying goes, innate deficiencies and acquired disorders.

Alex rolled on the bone dragon's back.

The extinction and demise caused by God... are rare in Faren's history, but it is recorded that when a god dies or is so weak that he cannot accept the power of faith of believers, or the connection between the two is forcibly interrupted, the power and special abilities that believers obtain from the gods will naturally disappear. If these happen to be the basis of a race and a country... the consequences can be imagined. The best example is Neseril... But many of Faren's gods generally do not just sing the source of such power of faith... These gods are hungry and thirsty, even the pan-believers and false believers are not spared.

The array map created by the lich can actually be said to be a small reception and transformation array, similar to creating the "Sage Stone", using the deaths of hundreds of people to accumulate the original blood that is enough to create a descendant of a blood clan - of course, it also needs to be tested - the patriarch of the Lesenba tribe is willing to provide all the experimental materials and a brief wait - ao knows how much willpower the undead in the ant plane needs to suppress that strong impulse - he wants to give the altar a narrowing spell and put it in his pocket... Even if he cannot contact the priest, the negative energy and some special crafts contained therein are worth studying.

Well, let's think about something else, the Undead stretched out his limbs and spread himself flat on the cold bones, and a single arm pressed on Wilderger's head - it was a pleasure.

Think about it, in a few years, more than ten years, or perhaps decades later, besides the Holy Principality maintained by the holy instrument and his Sardinia, the proportional table of accidental causes of humans is likely to range from traffic accident 34, drowning 22, suicide 16, fall 6, poisoning 4... into traffic accident 34, drowning 22, predated by vampires 12...Alex does not know whether those who voluntarily become "livestock" (humans who provide blood for vampires) are considered suicide - the only certain is that before humans get used to having a natural enemy, this plane will inevitably fall into an unprecedented chaos - Alex's bright red lips are pursed into a slightly upward curve.

Then...how...

All he needs is chaos. In a mess, who can focus all his strength and attention on him? Compared with vampires, he is so "harmless".

"Anyway," murmured the harmless lich, "we have a lot to do."

Today's first ray of sunlight passed through the body of the bone dragon like a sharp sword. The huge bone swayed his head in dissatisfaction, flapping his wings that had no effect, and penetrated into the clouds.

It flew straight towards Sardinia.
Chapter completed!