Glancing at the dark world outside the window, Ayers lowered his head and looked at the book in front of him, this is an antiquity that describes this broken world, a long, long time ago, this was once a happy world, everyone has enough resources to survive, everything grows, and the seasons prosper and wither.

Ayres and his companions have changed all this, and mortals will not understand, they will not understand that the so-called reincarnation is nothing more than the hypocrisy of the soul being thrown into the long river called Mana, grinding and reshaped.

No one can truly live forever, and no one can truly transcend death unexpectedly, and the living will not understand that life cannot rule over everything, only death can.

Close the book in front of you, let it stay on the decaying shelf, maybe one day someone will come back to look at it, maybe the world will fall apart after they leave, maybe ...... This library can only bear witness to eternity and achieve eternity, just like the relics that preceded it.

Ah, boring eternity, boring eternity.

Floating above the ground, Ayers stopped at the end of the hallway, a mirror, a very rich wealth in this world, and an item he had asked to keep by name during his invasion of the fortress.

Look at yourself, Ayres, this is eternity.

The red soul fire in the eyes of the white bone lich in the mirror was rolling, and he still remembered that when he was young, he was still herding sheep for the lord lord, and he naively thought that it was forever.

Later, because my sister got married, the lord collected the right to the first night, and somehow she died.

Only then did I realize that the distance between people was far farther than I thought, and fate had never warned a child at the cost of life and blood as it did today.

By the mercy of the Lord.

Ayres bowed his head, the gods he believed in, or fate, gave him a way to survive - he was confirmed to be a wizard and came to the Floating City.

From that day on, Ayres found himself seeing the other side of the world, and the lord who was originally a high lord was nothing more than a shepherd in the eyes of the high wizard.

Shepherds, shepherds, shepherds, things in this world are never new.

Lord Ayers, Lord Talm is waiting for you downstairs.

A skull messenger approached Ayles, who turned his head to look at the soul fire in his eyes, and though he couldn't laugh anymore, he instinctively smiled - and grinned, revealing its white teeth - remember that a legendary lich should protect every one of its teeth, whether they belong to him or not.

I see, tell Lord Talm, I'll be there shortly.

Tell the messenger, who floats out of the window.

This is the direct descendant of that lord, after Ayres became a high-ranking lord, he returned to his hometown as soon as possible and killed the original lord's family.

It's like they dragged his father to death on horseback, beheaded his mother with a lame lie, left his poor five-year-old sister and brother to the hounds, and then found a killer to kill themselves.

They did everything first, but unfortunately, they couldn't do the last and most important one.

So when Ayres returned to his hometown and sent the old lord to the gallows, out of the tenfold creed of kindness and revenge, Ayres turned everyone in his family into bone puppets, and his favorite grandson, who was Ayrs's favorite messenger.

May the Lord have mercy.

…… Poor Lord, when they were killed by a sorcerer, they would not have thought that fate would treat everyone equally.

Ayres turned, took one last look at his bone lich and walked into the portal he had opened.

I thought you had put on makeup.

Seeing Ayres appear beside him, the other bone lich paused with the staff in his hand.

Yes, I polished my skull, didn't you notice that it is whiter than before.

After Ayres finished speaking, he noticed the huge demon outside the city gate, Talm, why did we follow those guys this time, don't you know that it can't even remember its own name.

Ayres hated the giant demon because it was called Dam...... Ha, maybe only a ghost knows its name, and the first time Ayres worked with it, it was called Dahm.

Halfway through the mission, it calls itself Chiss.

Towards the end of the mission, it asks Ayers to call him Rhodes.

And the second time they met, it actually said that its name was Morgan Stehm.

By the way, what is it called this time.

David Beckham.

The conversation between friends came to this point, and Ayers rolled his eyes - how to sign a soul contract!

The lords of the undead plane hunt in groups, and in order to reassure each other, most of them have to sign a soul contract - if they sign a soul contract, at least they don't have to worry about the other party betraying themselves, although it is very normal for each other to stumble on each other and make a trick between unfamiliar lords, but there is a minimum guarantee after signing this.

If the operation fails for this reason, then this guy who has gone too far will have to pay a very heavy price.

My friend, why should we make a soul covenant with it?

Talm, Ayers' best friend, asked rhetorically.

Ailes thought for a moment, and finally nodded - You convinced me, friend, but we still have to sign, anyway, this idiot will change his name next, and if something happens, it's also unlucky, isn't it.

Looks like we have a common language, friends.

The two lichs shook hands, and the cold phalanges had already completed the sacred soul covenant in the intertwin.

At this time, the giant demon slammed open the city gates, much to Ayers' regret, after all, this fortress has his best memories, and it was here that he spent a wonderful time with a beautiful princess.

It's just a pity that she doesn't like eternity.

Thinking of this, Ayres turned his head to look at the general shadow under the corridor, where a pitch-black figure was standing.

Honey, how much do you hate the sun?

Sighing as he watched the demon come over, Ayres grinned.

Morgan Stamm, do you have a new name?

I'm not Morgan Stamm, my name is Mbedo!

Ayres turned his head to look at his friend, who shrugged his shoulders, and it was clear that it was saying that it couldn't be blamed for this.

As a last resort, after signing a soul pact with him, Ayres began to assemble his troops - it would not take him much time to destroy the last fortress of this world, but unlike his friends, Ayres liked the elite, and its Crown Lords, its Banshee troops, and its Untrustworthy Warband, all had far more power than his peers.

You're really willing to dress up your puppies.

Talm was laughing, though more like its soul was screaming.

Ayres shook his head, and he glanced at the giant demon that was turning on the coordinates, and at his friend, I felt that there was something wrong with the coordinates.

What does that mean?

His old friend was a little confused.

Do you remember the new world I told you about last time?

Of course, friend, I remember you saying that there were muskets there, like the world of Ayarok, and you mean to say that this idiot is going to take us there?

If Talm had a face, Ayers was sure it would be a distorted one.

It nodded.

Talm frowned at this moment as he silently spoke loudly, and he quietly put away his two most elite banshees.

In the hands of the Bone Lich, the soul is a soldier, a weapon, and a currency.

If it weren't for the fact that the world of living beings was full of currency, Ayers wouldn't want to run around with this big dog, especially if it was such a dangerous world.

And Talm didn't know what his best friend had seen in that world - a fake steppe elf.

In other words, it was a mature enough world to accommodate otherworldly life, very rich and very dangerous.

Ayers stretched out his hand, and its banshees returned to their masters with its good sisters.

The portal was opening, Talm didn't know what he was thinking, and Ayers subconsciously lowered his head.

May the Lord have mercy.

Then follow behind your friends and demons and walk into the portal.

On the other side of the portal was a very quiet world, and Ayres glanced at the Great Sanctuary in front of him, if it weren't for the fact that it had been desecrated, Ayers felt dead by the time he came.

Obviously, this can't be a ghost, and if it really has this brain, it shouldn't be at the forefront.

Beautiful exotic world, I love this wall lamp, a magically charged everlasting lamp, which means that we have the possibility of gaining new knowledge.

Talm sighed, and he walked towards the gate with some impatience.

And the demon was faster, it slammed open the wall of the lobby, and walked out a little impatiently.

Ayers 'smelled' the soul, and the city was full of freshly dissipated souls, which made it a little confused and a little distressed.

It's like a rich man seeing a truckload of gold coins disappear from his eyes.

No one is afraid of lack of money, and the same is true of the living and the dead.

But it also means that there will be more souls like ears of wheat in a wheat field, waiting for the farmer to reap them.

Very nice world, Ayers, you see, the sunshine, the city, maybe just experienced a pandemic, but this one tastes fantastic.

Talm walked out, and it turned to look at Ayers, its soul shouting with joy.

Ayers nodded, then slowed down—a great deal of adventure had taught him that maintaining a graceful speed can confuse your enemies, and even more so a Grim Reaper.

With this in mind, the gunshots rang out, and Ayers saw his old friend's head shatter in an instant.

Muskets, it's amazing, it's a wonderful world! New technology! Brand new knowledge! As long as you can conquer here! Ayres is sure that his legion will be able to get a lot of equipment updates, and Ayres who has gained this knowledge can even set up his own workshop to craft these beautiful and dangerous weapons.

Knowledge is power, my friend.

Raising his hand, when his friend was hit by a continuous stream of spells and finally turned into ashes, Ayers took over the banshees that rolled out of its body, and they lost their soul marks like freshly shipped currency, and Ayers happily branded them as he controlled his old friend's Crown Lord and the Skeleton Force to attack.

Compared to the banshee, the old friend's crown lord is like an underfed resister, and its skeletal troops ...... To say that they are cannon fodder is to hurt the term cannon fodder.

Throwing himself an arrow deflection, a petrified skeleton, and an invisibility spell, Ayers finally walked out of the lobby, and by this time the demon cubs had collided with the city's guardians, and Ailes watched as the archers of the Skeleton Force drew their bows.

As they let go of their bowstrings, the moment the arrows were driven into their bodies, and the sound of dying wails came, Ayers heard the melodious chime of the cash register.

When this is all done, head to the Prairie Elf Tea Restaurant in Imprint City for a meal of positive energy soup cooked with No. 20 holy water, as well as sacred pumpkin porridge and rescue sausages with a fatal potion as a base, all of which are Ailes' favorites, even if it takes Transfiguration and a lot of gold to enjoy them.

But who made Ayers an undead, and gold coins for it, nothing more than a large number of collectibles in his warehouse.

They are as delicious as pufferfish, and every bone lich should go to consume them somewhere, feel the pleasure of the holy water exploding in their mouths, listen to the whispers of proverbs in their ears, and think about the moment when the potion ignites their soul.

Ayres felt a little impatient to get the job done.

These stupid humans didn't seem to expect such a large number of troops to welcome them, and the advantage of the scene made Ayers a little fluttering, and he ordered the archers to line up, under the cover of the bone shielders and ghouls, and wait until the damned wall made by the equally stupid paladins was gone, and it was time for the doomsday of these humans to sound.

By the way, that skeleton artillery crew is good, remember to bring them after this battle.

Ayers was thinking this when he suddenly 'heard' something.

It was a familiar heartbeat, loud and pleasant.

Then it saw a metal box with wheels emerge from the alley and hit headfirst on the side of the queue.

At this moment, Ayers felt that everything in front of him had slowed down.

It saw a werewolf-looking and different girl throw something at the bone cannon set it had just eyed.

It saw a young man sitting in the front row gritting his teeth and controlling the disc in his hand, slamming into Ayres' property one after another.

A little girl with beautiful rounded corners like a devil was seen spewing fire from a metal pipe in her hand to the lords of the crowns that now belonged to her.

I saw a huge fireball in the hand of a girl who seemed to have elven blood coming out of her hand.

I saw a little girl like a rabbit, and another larger fireball in her hand whistled towards the second row of bone shooters.

Eventually, he saw a standing square-eared cub with a longbow in his hand that was completely beyond his height, and a white arrow of energy shining with the purest light, and he let go of his hand.

Ayres turned his head and watched as the arrow sank into the forehead of the giant demon, whose head vanished into thin air in an instant.

The iron box smashed through a column of shooters and disappeared into the streets.

Ayers then saw its skeletal cannon crew surrounded by explosions, and soon it could no longer sense their presence.

Ayers was silent for a moment, and the bone lich, feeling that he had been hurt, turned and burrowed into the sanctuary.

The portal was disintegrating after losing control of its master, and it no longer disintegrated after Ayers took over, except that it had lost part of its pedestal, and it might only be able to pass through a small number of troops.

Ayres severed communication with the skeletal forces outside the door, put away his Crown Masters, and walked to the portal alone.

As a high-level white bone lich, knowing when to leave and when to stay is the most basic survival instinct, and without this talent, it is impossible to become a high-level white bone lich.

Damn! You can't go! You're still signing a soul covenant!

The giant demon is not even dead, but it has lost its vision, and now it can't find its way like a standard headless undead.

Ayres smiled, and then slipped into the portal.

Nothing happened...... Ah, by the way, the portal lost its energy supply and eventually disintegrated completely.

Back in his own castle, Ayers reached out and snapped his fingers, and its banshee servants emerged from its shadow, and tables, chairs, and servants with negative energy fans appeared in the castle at night.

Ayres sat down in his chair and took the negative energy tea that the maid had made for him.

Before drinking tea, Ayres asked himself - by the way, what is my name?

Ah......h It's not called Ayers anyway.