Her Majesty looked at Sir Thomas Louis Anbroye with a sharp and wonderful look, although his old face was very familiar to her.

"Forgive me, your majesty, what do you want to find in my face?" Thomas would have to leave his coffee cup for a moment, with his favorite cream and vanilla powder in it.

"I'm watching," Her Majesty sighed, "what exactly prompted the former Prime Minister to recommend you as the Prime Minister's successor." She continued ignoring the other party's reaction: "Would you like to form a new cabinet for me?"

General Toma did look very shocked, but he calmed down immediately, and stood up straight, and then bent down deeply at Her Majesty the Queen: "Yes, I will, Your Majesty, I obey the order."

Her Majesty smiled, and she extended her hand to General Thomas, her old friend and Prince Rombal, the trustworthy person, Sardin's new Prime Minister, to accept his loyalty and support.

General Thomas accepted the Queen's order and left the palace. After a simple supper, Her Majesty the Queen walked alone to the depths of the palace.

Almost every ancient palace and mansion has this kind of corridor with both wings of walls, dark and long, with portraits of ancestors hanging in the corridor. The changing shadows fall on the life-sized portraits, which create a visual effect of uncertainty, as if they are still alive in the wood frames of gold carved flowers. The ends of the corridor are particularly cold and humid, and the fresh air and temperature regulation system seem to be unable to play their due role here. Her Majesty, who is already accustomed to, pushed open the two heavy and tall doors without carvings. This is a small but exquisite reception room with simple furnishings, with dark purple velvet hanging on the walls. Perhaps because of dust or some other reason, the crystal light at the top is weak.

The most eye-catching thing in the room is the old corner cabinet in the corner. It is about seven feet high. One third of the floor is a slender drawer, and there are two narrow square cabinet doors above. The queen stands in front of the cabinet door and opens it.

The black corner cabinet is not as worthy as its kind. The cups, dried flowers, small decorations and other things, it only preserves one thing-the permanent crown of Sardinia--only it will show its unparalleled noble figure before everyone when the new king is crowned.

Her Majesty Queen Maria closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She still clearly remembered the feeling of the heavy crown pressing on her hair.

"Tell me exactly." She said to the thing that was made up of expensive metal and ore, "How long will I have?"

***

The former Annado territory no longer exists in the eyes of humans, even non-humans.

The rocky island that originally was just shallow above the sea level seemed to merge into the blue sea water overnight. Instead, it was a blue-gray, lifeless coral reef island, which was no different from the starry sky on the ocean. This phenomenon is not uncommon in this plane. For rocks, sea sand, minerals, vegetation or various other meager interests, humans can destroy or even destroy the exquisite creations that nature has been condensed and conceived for tens of millions of years.

It is unknown that under these fine and hollow biological bones, the rocky island still exists. It has been transformed into a huge underwater cave by the undead spell cast, or it can be said to be a blue cave (Note 1). At high tide, the sea surface around the original Annado territory will be higher than the groundwater level on the island. The rising seawater pressure pushes the water into the cave, forming a unique surging vortex, causing the groundwater level to rise by about a little. At low tide, the seawater pressure drops, and the groundwater presses the seawater downward, causing the seawater to surge out of the blue cave - the speed of these terrifying undercurrents can reach up to four hundred miles per hour and at least about one hundred and fifty miles, and the cross-sectional shape, size, movement and static start time and interval time are different.

This ordinary blue hole does not appear. The seemingly messy but orderly terrifying barrier comes from the uncountable irregular caves at the base of the island. If someone can pass through the vortex like a hurricane, he will find the amazing inner hidden under the plain surface. During the transformation, good scholars in the antagonism have drawn on the magical three-dimensional creations constructed by humans and science and technology: Mandelbrot's three-dimensional structure (Note 2) - a tower-shaped giant composed of smooth caves with irrational rules and twisted pillars combined with irrational regularity extending into the dark deep sea, like a transformed banyan tree with countless transparent tentacles and suction cups extending to the endless void.

Based on the special aesthetic and needs of the undead ectopic surface, these caves and pillars are also surrounded by blue-black carnivorous sponges. They are dozens of feet long and are conical in shape, and have a diamond-like appearance similar to waffle-like diamonds. When fish or other creatures swim around them and touch them, they will capture prey with a funnel-shaped "mouth", and then surround the prey, trap it in the body and eat it; in between them, there are carnivorous chitons covered with veils, and densely packed circles, similar to extremely small crystal decorative balls, and radioworms that capture prey with the help of spinous mucus.

They were originally one of the most dangerous sea creatures in this plane - because they were too close to their harmless close relatives and were often ignored or misunderstood by humans, and the species that lived here, whose color had become as dark as sea water, were even more dangerous and unsolvable - the "degraded creatures" created by the "Wild Touch" of the Lich (Note 3), the breath of life has completely disappeared from them, and each individual carries the deadly toxic and corrosive mucus, toxins, paralysis, and darkness has no harm to them. The only flaw is that intelligence is too low and can only act and fight with the will of the creator by instinct, but this is also helpless, because these creatures originally had nothing to call the brain - no matter what, two or three centuries ago, in the human dictionary, sponges were still summarized in the plant category.

Excessive curiosity, powerful creatures are of course their favorite food, but when there is no food visit, the sufficient negative energy of the Triangle Sea can satisfy them, and the eruptive undercurrents around it form an inbreakable protective net to prevent their toxins from spilling out - which may cause the largest pollution accident ever.

If possible, the Lich would rather set up a small mystery lock - unfortunately, this plane does not have a magic net to support even the smallest and simplest mystery lock - but the ocean currents around the island can barely achieve similar effects.

A faint light suddenly lit up at the base point of the rock formation under the sea. The preset teleportation array was activated, and the lich walked out from it. Here was the hollow part at the bottom of the tower-shaped pillar, which was the hall of the Mage Tower. The undead who had recovered from the Lich state slowly and carefully extended his perceptual tentacles. After confirming that this place was not disturbed by any intelligent creatures of humans and non-humans, he habitually raised his hands and stepped on the stairs extending from the inside of the wall as ordered. The decaying coral respectfully stretched out step by step under the feet of the undead, and then quickly ashed and disappeared.

Like the gems at the top of the crown, the colorless crystal layer suspended by eight stone long arms in the tower is about fifty feet in diameter and only one inch in thickness. It is a standard circle, with complex spells and metal patterns on the surface. It is dense between them, with colorful gems and diamonds flowing with magnificent light. Their light is like clusters of flames without temperature, gathering tightly together.

The lich stared at them, and the coral stairs under his feet trembled slightly - he pressed his fingers against the edge of the array map that was suspended in front of him, and the tiny flames he touched suddenly became soft, and this softness expanded outward like ripples, solid melted, and blended, and the light and color slowly confused... When the lich's fingers left the array map, all the runes, metals, and minerals had changed into colorless liquid.

Now from the perspective of ordinary people, this array diagram - if anyone else recognizes it is a array diagram - is similar to a two-dimensional miniature abyss, with a seemingly colorless liquid, changing an angle or time, will show another appearance.

The existing power of the Immortal is not enough to freely cast a complete astral projection. This is just a pocket pool connected to the astral realm. It is very narrow and cannot even accommodate a complete soul. The Immortal touched the ring in his hand. The ring of the rose-shaped crown prince took out a soul that was constantly struggling and wailing. A faint silver thread gradually became clear, and it winded all the way to the two-dimensional abyss.

...The main soul in the ring let out a shrill roar, and the undead pulled the silk thread, and the divided soul returned smoothly, although only one third of the original - more than 8,700 hours ago, the Lich threw it into the tiny astral color pool like a bait - in fact, this time it was quite lucky. The Lich thought that the first two times, except for the one-star remains left at the other end of the silk thread.

He grabbed the third and read the message inside - unfortunately, there was nothing useful, and even the astral whales or Gisyanki's ships that were not unusual in the astral world could not sense it - the undead had no choice but to crush the fragment of the soul.

This is one of the most important preliminary preparations. The undead from the alien plane did not enter this low magic plane through normal channels - astral color pool, microtubes, teleportation arrays, gates of the alien world, etc., and there is no one here to find anything that can be called a portal. For example, it is like an ordinary person who was swept into a strange continent by a tornado. No one on that continent had heard of the streets, cities, countries, and even continents where he originally lived, let alone pointing out the way for him to return - he could not choose a direction to go out, which might be further and further away from the destination he envisioned.

Fortunately, the undead still has their own way - this low magic plane can at least connect to the upper astral realm.

The problem is that the lich does not know how far he is from Torrell - if the astral realm is compared to the universe, each plane is the stars dotted in it scattered. This main material plane may be next to Torrell, or it may be several or even dozens of spaces from Torrell's plane... The main material plane, the excessive plane, the inner plane, the outer plane (Note 4)... This is an idea that makes the undead deeply afraid, but he cannot blindly enter the astral realm and slowly find a way to return. The astral realm is not safe.

The silver-white, boundless star world is not as empty and desolate as many ordinary people who cannot try plane travel imagine. You may meet Angel Reef - a beautiful floating island, a residence of Asmos. They often do not hesitate to help those kind travelers in trouble; and the residence of the astral dragon - a black crystal palace; they like to tear anything that disturbs them into a scattered star world; wander around, trying to find and occupy a searcher of a physical body; the evil ones are also quite awe-inspiring, abominable deformed spider that condenses regret and sin, abominable deformed spider-the demon spider...

As for that piece of "bait", it was the inspiration that the undead had obtained from a series of children's novels. Anto's complete soul was cut into pieces by his thinking, feeling, memory, emotions and subconsciousness at various periods. Although the controlled soul fragments have no body, they can use all the connections with the main soul to recall them, and the lich then searches for clues from it - this clumsy method is time-consuming and expensive, but safe enough.

"What did you encounter? Anto?" the undead murmured to himself, tracing all the memories of the fragments in his brain. Although the information obtained in the first two times was pitiful, they could still piece together a rough outline.

A gray cloud-like, penetrating floating island, or continent? A scorching white star that is bursting with all its might? Bloody, cold, whirlpool formed by frost and fangs?

What kind of plane is that? What kind of space?

But it has to be said that his enemy does have an extremely tough soul. In the astral realm, the spirits who go to the astral realm through astral magic and spiritual power will be injured as well as the physical body. The spirits that suffer fatal injuries can retreat to the body, but the fragments driven by the lich cannot, and the damage they suffer will never heal as long as they exist in the astral realm - the astral realm has no real time, and the wounds will not heal naturally. The only way is spells, or magic potions.

Anto's soul fragments do not have magical potions, and of course they cannot have magic potions, but he did not collapse due to endless loneliness and torture... Perhaps the negative energy crystal inevitably involved his soul when polluting his body.

Even if his soul films will not enhance the power and will of the main soul as analyzed by the children's novels in that series, out of caution, Alex will not allow an enemy to obtain anything valuable, even if his chance of replying is slim.

The undead first left behind memory, and then thoughts. This time, what was crushed was emotions, and the fourth time he chose the subconscious.

An indescribable sense of pleasure surged from the depths of his soul,

The lich, hidden in the human body, opened his eyes wide in surprise. For the first time, he felt the existence of plane rules so clearly.

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