"Ashu, um... What time is it?"

I lay on my side on the ground, bored with the heavy book that was spread out in front of me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the same time, by the way, scratching his skinny buttocks, no, it should be called the coccyx now, yawning boringly.

After all these years, I still see myself as an ordinary person so that I don't forget the ultimate goal of rebirth. Otherwise, if I had been allowed to pass by time, I would have become an unconscious skeleton a long time ago.

Sadly, though, the Book of the Dead didn't reply to me.

This is also expected, I don't know how many years have passed, in order to maintain my youthful and energetic thinking, such uncultivated dialogues will be repeated countless times a day, well.. Countless times.

"I don't want to repeat it again! ”

The crisp female voice like a silver bell sounded, which was also my only spiritual sustenance over the years.

Under my threat of fading consciousness, the Book of the Dead finally reluctantly compromised. From the original landlord's aunt's heroic voice, it was transformed into the weak voice of a beautiful girl.

"I see, Shu, wait a minute. ”

I grabbed the spider in front of me and put it in my chest.

The feeling of spider silk in the ribcage is like wearing an inferior sweater. It's not very comfortable, but it's better than an empty air leak, which is one of the main reasons why the spiders in the library are dying out.

"Wait!"

I suddenly reacted, looked at the small note that was used as a bookmark in disbelief, and said with a teachable expression:

"You're finally talking, it's been a few months since I last heard your voice. ”

"I wouldn't have imagined that after becoming a soul creature like the undead, you would have to spend centuries reading this book......"

The tone of the Book of the Dead is strange. I could hear her complaining that I wasn't a great scholar, but compared to the helplessness of the past, she seemed to be a little relieved and relieved, which made me a little unnatural.

That's right, it's her, after so many years, we have long figured out each other's old bottoms.

According to the Book of the Dead itself, gender is only necessary for inferior existence. In short, according to my understanding, its original meaning is probably that it is a neutral person, but it can be male or female, and may even be able to attack itself. And be proud of it?

In order not to let me use the voice of a beautiful girl to make up a muscular tough guy picture,I unilaterally understood it as a woman.。

So what's going on with this guy, what kind of mystery is he still pretending? I know if you're wearing panties or not, okay?

I was stunned, looked carefully at the Book of the Dead as a bookmark, and then threw her away, and would come back on my own anyway.

As the Book of the Dead complains, although the skeleton does not feel anything other than touch, its memory is surprisingly good.

This is probably because soul creatures mainly rely on their souls to remember. To this day, I vividly remember the mole's shocked look when it saw me decades ago, and its appearance also told me that I really don't have a digestive system.

"Do you want to die? idiot, forget it. Straight to the point. ”

After slowly drifting back, the voice of the Book of the Dead pulled my consciousness back:

"After testing your 58,632nd soul, you idiot has finally obtained the Demon King Professional Qualification Certificate. Officially a candidate for the Demon King, now, you can leave between trials. ”

"Oh...... yes, it's not bad. ”

I replied lightly, turned another page of the book, and asked weakly, "Who is the examiner?"

"You give me enough to stop .....!!! waste at home and squat !!"

The roar of the Book of the Dead shook me and almost made me feel like I was gone.

After all, she spoke to me directly with her soul, and while refreshing my mind, it almost made me fall apart. This is also the shortcoming of soul creatures, and in simple terms, it feels like being immune to physical attacks and doubling magic damage.

After feeling that she was really angry, I didn't dare to drag it anymore, so I quickly got up and stood up, waiting for the next instructions.

"Now, the door to leave has been opened by me!Get out of here!!"

After the words of the Book of the Dead fell, a bronze gate appeared behind me that looked very historic.

A chilling and cold aura slowly emerged, but in fact, the prototype was a condensed dark element. After the sound of "click~", the bronze door was slowly pushed open, revealing a completely different space from here.

On the opposite side of the door, there is a torch that is burning brightly, and a long corridor that is dim and far from the horizon.

A statue of medieval European armor, holding a sharp axe and spear, stood straight on both sides of the passage, guarding something. The quaint stone bricks, I don't know what the so-called oil paintings, are completely in the style of a medieval castle.

Looking at this kind of haunted place that I didn't have to think about it, my heart shook again.

"Or... You see, Da Mao and Er Mao have their own children, and I have to protect them... What?"

By the way, Da Mao and Er Mao are the two spiders I raised.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is that after all these years of getting along, I'm a little reluctant to leave this dilapidated place, and the Demon King's library will have otherworld-style comics, and they will be updated in real time!

"I said it, idiot.... Get out!!"

With the coquettishness of the Book of the Dead, the entire library trembled.

In my shocked expression, the books that I had discarded on the ground at random were "flying" back to where they should be. And those seemingly dilapidated bookshelves, under my unbelievable gaze, gradually flew in front of me......

In the strange "click" sound like mechanical assembly, giants dozens of meters high were formed in an orderly manner.

"Hey.. Feed.. You're not kidding, are you... High... Reach.. ？！”

It is clear that the Book of the Dead is a temper tantrum. Before I could finish my sigh, I saw the right leg of the bookshelf giant, getting closer and closer to me.

"Speak as you speak, what do you do......

After assembling the last of my ribs into their original position, I looked helplessly at the sealed wall behind me.

Only now did I know that the place where I had lived for centuries could most likely be inside the Necronomicon. Reluctantly looking back at the gloomy corridor with no end in sight, I made a swallowing motion even though I didn't have an Adam's apple.

As if it were a gift for a graduation ceremony, the original small note has been turned into a real book.

After all, there seems to be an epic achievement task waiting for me to complete in front of me, and I don't dare to leave the novice village without a top-level equipment like an artifact.

Unfortunately, though, for a short time, I probably won't hear any more complaints from the Necronomicon.

The reason is probably because after opening the book, only the cover of the first page reads: Reading with you is a waste of almost all my energy. There is a former attendant of the lord in the castle, so I can find a way to lay down a few demon divisions and then wake me up!!

"Okay, the artifact is gone, and I still have a powerful attendant. ”

After shutting the Necronomicon neatly, I smiled contentedly.

I was a little emotional when I looked at the Necronomicon, if her body didn't lie to me......

How could that sound so bad? All in all, if the records in those documents are correct, the King of the Undead who summoned me to another world seems to be a really great man.

Let's not talk about the lowest classes like skeletons and zombies.

Vampires, Ice Bone Dragons, Death Knights, and Lichs alone, such a race that sounds like a powerful race, is actually under his control. If the record is true, it is said that a group of NPCs are driving with me, but there is no problem with it.

With such excitement, I cautiously left the staircase leading to the ground.

Make no mistake, I even passed the Demon King Professional Qualification Exam, and even I can't believe it, I actually read books for centuries in isolation, and I can't reach the peak of life?!!

Two days later, in the bedroom where the King of the Undead had been.

I glanced at the two skeleton soldiers on the left who were about to fall apart, and the three rickety dark wizards on the right in black lacquer robes... The fire of the soul burned more and more in his eyes, and he tried to find a table to clap, but found that there was nothing around him.

By the way, the Soul Fire is burning is a scary skill I've learned over the centuries.

Since most of the undead have no expressions, after all, they are dead, and it is natural for them to be paralyzed. Therefore, generally speaking, the exuberance of the soul fire represents the degree of emotional fluctuations of the undead.

Like a blazing soul fire, it is about the same as the feeling of anger.

And for a scumbag like me, whose combat strength is about the same as those two skeleton soldiers, the only advantage I have to start with miscellaneous is that my soul is mixed with the mark of the previous king of the undead.

"That is to say......"

I tried to be as calm as possible, and I wanted to create the image of a virtuous king.

But the dull gaze of the skeleton soldiers, and the dozing dark wizards, also constantly challenged my nerves, and I had to roar excitedly:

"Those powerful beings who originally belonged to the king of the undead have all declared rebellion! and you are the highest combat power here?!!"

In the face of my angry statement, the two skeleton soldiers still maintained their previous dull appearance, which made me feel a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, the leading dark wizard seemed to see my pleading eyes, and stood up to relieve me: "Not exactly, Lord King's successor. ”

"It's so awkward, tell me to step.... No, that's... Just Eshuin. ”

Now that I've crossed over, it doesn't seem appropriate to call me by my previous name.

In that case, let's just change the name of the character that sounds like a boss. I've thought about it before, and iShowing, is the perfect title for me when I'm ready to make a big splash.

"Yes, Lord Esthein, the hero of the werewolf clan and the Warthirsty One, Lord Vollif, has been guarding the fortress of the undead, leading us against the invasion of other forces. Otherwise, this place would have fallen a long time ago!".

The leading dark wizard replied humbly, his rigid face under the black robe seemed to carry a thick memory.

Hearing this, I was overjoyed, and I said that I had crossed over, how could there be no strong attendants. What's more, the war-lovers, wow, this kind of strong title is explosive, it seems that it sounds like you can fight thousands of them.

And it's a werewolf! It sounds very loyal!!

Rebellion and the like were expected, I knew it wasn't going to go that well, and overall it was a good start.

I hurriedly picked up the leader's shelf and said to the Dark Wizard Armor, "Bring him to me, I will personally reward him for his loyalty, and..." Well, convey the approval of the king of the undead. ”

"Oh my God, the King's approval?!!"

The dark wizard's expression was like seeing a ghost, and the already pale face under the black robe became even paler.

And this sentence seems to have hit his explosive point, the boss is not a small ghost, and he actually hid his face and cried bitterly: "Lord Wolliff must feel extremely proud in the spirit of the sky, hmm, hmm, ahh......h

"Wait, don't cry yet, what did you just say?"

I stared at the tearful dark wizard in disbelief, and a bad premonition flashed through my heart.

Although it seems to have been exposed. But I was still a little reluctant to ask again: "Are you sure it is... In the spirit of heaven ?!!".

"Hiss~ It's my gaffe, hiss, Lord Ashin.."

Realizing that he had lost his temper, Dark Wizard Armor sucked in the snot that had reached half of it.

Then, with a look of relief on his face, he said the last thing I wanted to hear:

"Yes, Lord Essioin, Lord Warliff died twenty years ago, ending his life of fighting for the fortress of the undead for more than 1,200 years."

After a pause, the dark wizard noticed that my soul fire seemed to be getting weaker, and quickly explained:

"No, Lord Esthein, Lord Wolliff has been following the prophecy of the King's departure and waiting for your arrival, but ......."

I couldn't listen to what he was saying anymore, and my head was like a mush.

All I can think of, what I think is: because I've been lazy and gags for centuries.... I said it was OK before... Said good senior squire... Just wait until you die of old age?!!