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"Boom"

A colorful mushroom cloud rises, and in the midst of the brilliant clouds, infinite light and heat are blooming, proclaiming the endless power.

"Oh, poor boy, I don't know what kind of cunzài he got into trouble this time."

Less than a hundred steps away from the mushroom cloud, a middle-aged humanoid figure put down the golden scroll in his hand, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the explosion. On his body, the aura of the arcane law condensed, just like the substance, countless gorgeous runes, shining like stars in the sky. The light, heat, impact, and radiation that was close in front of him could not even make his clothes fluctuate in the slightest.

"Mistra is down, ahem." (Arcanists hate Goddess of Magic, more extreme Arcanists, and even all gods)

When the dust settled, the image of a half-human, half-ghost appeared in front of the middle-aged man's eyes.

It wasn't a living man, just because there was nothing but half-burnt bones and a few pieces of clothes embroidered with runes, except for the soul fire that still burned in most of his skull, and let people know who he was, a lich.

"Teacher Iorim, I'm going to trouble you again."

Respectfully bowed to the middle-aged man, and in front of the middle-aged man, the lich humbly spoke.

"Well, this operation is over? I'm just looking for you, Chen Ping. "Middle-aged humane.

The soul flame in the lich's eye socket by the name of Chen Ping throbbed violently, and he felt something strange from the message from Iorem.

"After all this time, do you still remember, your greatest wish?" Iorem is peaceful and authentic.

"Teacher, are you talking about the earth?" Chen Ping's soul flame burned like a bright torch, representing how excited he was at this moment.

That's right, he is not the native of this guard, but one of the many time-travelers in the Earth world. He was fortunate because when he came to this world called Torrell, he got the mage's template, but he was also unlucky, because he got nothing but the mage's template, but instead suffered the greatest misfortune, he was rejected by the original will of this world!

A mage is certainly powerful, but the mages in the world of Torrell, especially the low-level mages, are fragile, and after experiencing several life-threatening battles, his ** was finally damaged and could no longer be used. In a life-or-death situation, perhaps if it was not a matter of time, he was able to encounter one of Iorim's consciousness clones, and was fortunate enough to have his guidance to transform himself into a psionic lich using the corpse of a psionic monster as a template.

After all the hardships, Chen Ping made the most important choice of his life, he threw himself into the disciples of Iorim and handed over his life box to the other party, becoming the most loyal disciple of the former Grand Arcanist. He did a lot, such as representing psionics or psychic monsters, and participating in bloody battles. He even made a name for himself as an enemy of the gods' emissaries, priests, and Templars in Faeron 6, causing many of the god's clones to descend and kill him to the slag. But even the gods don't have the ability to take Iorem's life box from his hands, so he is always able to regenerate after several deaths.

It was just now, he had just escaped from the pursuit of a god clone, and then he felt the call of Iorim and returned here.

He had indeed given his full allegiance to the Psionic Lich King, and he had not hidden even his deepest wish to return to Earth and see his homeland once more before falling into eternal sleep.

"My best disciple." The Psionic Lich King looked at his best disciples and most capable men gently and said, "The war with those gods has been going on for thousands of years, and some people, including me, have learned that it is impossible to regain our former glory with our strength alone. Over the years, I have been communicating with other planes through the Guò Brigade Mage Alliance, and not long ago, I received valuable news. ”

Chen Ping's soul fire calmed down a little, and he listened carefully to his mentor's narration.

"One of my projections came into contact with a powerful man from the Earth plane, and he has almost no less power than mine." Iorem's voice raised a few points:

"He is not a god, but a being called a saint, and the power he possesses belongs to a completely different system of the gods of Torreel, I think, you may have heard his name, his name is Fuxi."

Chen Ping's soul fire jumped again, and all his attention was concentrated.

"I talked to him for a long time and made a deal." Iorem said: "It is said that he and some saints who created the earth world have built a structure similar to the city of Fayin, called the Infinite World, and these saints have hidden some of their items in this infinite world, which are some powerful items that are no less powerful than the artifacts in the Torreel world. My deal with him is to try to help the descendants of the forces he represents win in this contest, and in exchange he will agree to help us fight against the gods of Torrell and restore the former glory of our Arcanists. And you are my choice! ”

"Dear Mentor, please tell me for your instructions." Chen Pingqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart and said.

"Remember what happened to you." Iorem laughed, "You know, when a soul enters another crystal wall system, it will be concerned by the will of the plane, but your soul is originally with the characteristics of the crystal wall system to which the earth belongs, and after studying your soul, I can now hide the origin consciousness of the infinite world as long as I twist a few rules." And Mr. Fuxi will hide the template of the arcanist and the template of the spirit absorbing monster into the rules of that space, so that you will not be rejected by that plane. I think, with your wisdom, you should know what to do. ”

"Of course, my esteemed teacher." Chen Ping's soul fire flickered violently.

"Good, you can do some preparations."

"Yes, my teacher, I have some questions about Arcane and psionic powers." Chen Ping asked all the questions he had encountered, and the days passed quickly.

"You're better than I thought you were, my disciple." Iorim sincerely praised the disciple who was as calm as water, and in the face of his greatest wish, he was the only one who was able to calm down and ask so many questions.

He took out an obsidian jar, which was Chen Ping's life box, and in order to avoid the peeping of the root consciousness, he had to reintegrate the other party's life box with his soul.

"Teacher, I swear by Styx by my real name, and I won't let you down." He made another promise to the person he had come to this world to help him the most.

"In that world, neither the Styx Oath nor the True Name Oath can no longer bind you, but I'm still glad that you can say that, I believe in you, and always have been, so that's fine." Ioremhong laughed.

Countless runes made a huge magic circle, Chen Ping took the obsidian jar and stood in the center of the magic circle, Iorem's figure blurred for a moment, divided into twelve doppelgangers, and stood on the twelve nodes of the magic circle.

To harness the powerful psionic spells that traverse the plane, the father of Neterile, the king of psionic lichs, will need to bring out all his strength.

After a long chanting, a brilliant soul light, under the ring of hundreds of runes, shot into the sky. Looking at most of the bones in the array, Iorem gathered them away with cherish. They are the relics of his most beloved disciples, and they are also important items that he can contact with his disciples, and of course, he will not use them lightly.

"Demon, alien plane spell casting, Ioram's consciousness devouring." This is a tuned psionic spell from the King of the Psionic Lich, which can erase the consciousness of a creature's soul and replace it with a soul under the premise of definite coordinates, the target soul must be in a state of unconsciousness, and the strength must be lower than the caster's psionic power after the plane is depleted and the soul used to replace it.

In the next moment, Chen Ping's consciousness woke up.

He didn't open his eyes, but still looked like he was asleep. Before "waking up", he needs to find the news he needs from the other party's memory.

The original owner of the soul that was erased of his self-consciousness was a young fat man, graduated from a third-rate university in the Celestial Empire, lost his job after graduation, and became a full house creature, weighing more than 1oo kilograms, ordinary family background, and a face that was not outstanding, so that he hit a wall everywhere in society, and eating and waiting for death is his truest portrayal. Until one day, a sentence popped up on his computer.

"Want to understand the meaning of life? Want to ...... Alive? ”

Maybe he was really tired of it, but the fat man was a little curious, and when he clicked yes, he lost consciousness.

Chen Ping flipped through the fat man's bland memories and showed another piece of content.

"It's a game, and it's no longer up to who made it, maybe it's gods, maybe it's demons, maybe it's aliens or future humans. They feel lost in the city and feel that they are in front of rotten people, and when they choose this game, they will be sent to the scenes of various horror movies to experience the test of survival and life.

"Yes, you are the best one in the people who came this time." A cold voice came.

"It's Chinese, and I finally hear my native language again."

Chen Ping's soul was excited for a while, the psionic lich had no vocal cords, and his conversations with others were mostly done through direct communication with psionic energy. Hundreds of thousands of years later, hearing his native language again, even if the voice of the speaker was a little hoarse, still gave him a burst of joy.

Breathing, the beating of the heart, and the reality of flesh and blood made Chen Ping not plan to, and he couldn't pretend to sleep anymore. So, he tried to beat his throat, made a lazy sound, opened his eyes, and looked at the scene around him.

"Ah, blood, flesh, bones, I feel it, I'm finally human again, quack quack......" Chen Ping laughed wildly in his heart.

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