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prelude

The Reaper was unusually angry.

For a long time, the Reapers, born in the Sea of Chaos, an undead creature whose skeleton could hold a small family of giant toads, have existed as the chief executioners of the Chaos Plane, they are immune to psychic attacks, reduce most spell damage, have infinite strength, are agile, and most importantly, they can freely appear everywhere in the unpredictable Sea of Chaos without locking on the force field...... Finding any one that fits the neck of the invisible scythe, any creature attacked by that chaotic weapon made to break damage reduction will be subjected to constant pain under the onslaught of the forces of Chaos...... Until they give up because they can't bear it, they collapse and become a very small part of chaos.

As a result, these darlings of the Chaos Sea rarely encounter such a tricky foe - a paladin in a crude gray cloak, perhaps because of the long stay in the Chaos Sea, his clothes have been torn, and his only equipment is dull but dense chain mail, and a long sword without decoration, but this does not affect his high will to fight and strong combat power. Again and again, the double-edged sword, which was obviously more reliable than its appearance, did not hesitate to meet the scythe that dragged the gray glitter, and while its own wounds increased as frequently as the changes in the Chaos Sea, the fearless outsiders caused more small wounds to accumulate on the white skeleton, and although some of them were restored in an instant, more fissures joined together in a dangerous fine web...... The white bones groaned ominously, and the Reapers felt fear—often a feeling they bestowed on others. The premonition of destruction gave him the desire to retreat, but he hesitated because he was forced by the Chaos Sea to carry out the warped order to pronounce the death of the orderly creatures, and finally a faint, strange, crying-like voice made a decision for him—the Reaper of Entropy abandoned his mission, launched a once-a-day plane teleportation technique, and disappeared from the face of overly enthusiastic enemies.

The paladin let out a low roar, dispelling the negative effects of the Reaper's last long, cold, vicious breath, and then he had to confront one of the most intractable things in this impossible plane—the pebble of more than five hundred giant toads. From the pebbles of this Chaos Sea native creature, a stream of Chaos fluid is created. Giant toads are able to recognize these fluids and swim upstream, congregating around the pebbles to lay eggs and fertilize, and their will can even gradually expand a tabletop-sized pebble into a continent. But the actions of the giant toads can sometimes transform the chaotic fluid that grows with the pebbles into a giant chaos storm, and worst of all, the dead giant toads become the guardians of the pebbles, and the stubborn, brave, indestructible stone guardians will tear apart any living or non-living thing that dares to harm the source of the storm - accompanied by raging hurricanes, untold flames, ashes, rubble, gravel, hail, and even condensations of energy...... From this small, largely self-contained continent, it spits frantically at the target of an outsider order, like a large, but upside-down, multi-material meteor shower.

Soon, the frenzied toad breeding ground smashed a solitary sea like a real stone and quickly left, and the aftermath of the crying air currents lasted for a while before completely dissipating, leaving only a place that was "clean" compared to the rest of the chaotic plane The large strip area, though soon filled with more messy matter, now looks very similar to a finger mark on a dusty tabletop, and because of this, the only thing that stays in between is particularly eye-catching.

A small, quiet, cozy, but dark space.

The originally smiling face instantly became serious, and the paladin's body burned with pure flames, especially his forehead, as if a sun was hidden in his skull.

The strength of his arm had relaxed, and before the wide cuffs of the gray robe fell back down, the paladin's keen eyesight had seen the pale hand bone, which resembled a human, but it was clear that the human finger phalanx had only three knots at most, instead of the four he saw now, which meant that the undead in front of him were transformed by elves or half-elves who were more elven than elves, a discovery that even gods would be surprised to find, since the fall of the Magic Empire, there had hardly been elve-transformed lichs, even elves who had been seduced by the devil and degenerated- The Great Lich, what a strange term, and the written records of it can probably only be found in the oldest and most secret libraries on the continent, protected by semi-stagnant time and space.

It retreated silently into the darkness untouched by the light, the slightly raised outline of its snow-white skull distinctly clear in the shadows of its hood, and "he" stared at the light, not as if he hated anything else beyond his reach as the other undead...... The subtle, fleeting mood swings are keenly captured by the paladin—no greed, no jealousy, no anger, no desire, peace and softness, but only childlike curiosity and a bit of eagerness, and if it weren't for the pure negative energy that can almost condense into a substance, the rescued would almost have thought that there was a pure soul hidden in the rotten and filthy bones in front of them that had not yet been polluted by sin - in fact, it would never have been.

"Whatever you're reaching out for. The paladin said solemnly, "In the name of Tyre, I swear that you will receive my gratitude. ”

In the hollow eyes of the undead, tiny red points of light jumped, and the paladin could feel the pleasant emotions flowing through his body, this lich was still very immature, he didn't even know how to hide his feelings, or rather, he still had feelings, the old warrior regretted his wrong choice, and his eyes became more determined: "Say what you ask." "Then, in the name of Tyre, I will grant your wishes, and then, free your souls that have not yet fallen completely.

The skull in the hood turned left and right, and the skeleton took a step back: "Goo~~," he said at a loss: "Request?...... Uh, say thank you?"

Then there was a white glow on his body, much dimmer than that of the paladin, but softer, and the sudden change frightened the lich, and the air flow in the small space became tense, controlling the paladin's movements like a shackle.

The paladin's old face showed an expression of disbelief, yes, a hidden, simple detection, just to make sure that he was not misled or used by the lich's lies, but even he didn't expect that there would really be an undead creature, pure, not for any purpose to save lives other than himself, which almost subverted the definition of the lich for thousands of years, whether it was Bato of the Nine Layers of Hell or the Elysium of the Blessed Land.

The white light that surged over the paladin's body rapidly expanded, and his form became taller, majestic, and so brilliant that he dared not look at it directly, and finally showed a form that made the lich unstoppable in the wind—the one of justice, the protector of the precepts, the embodiment of Tyre, the god of justice and justice, and his thunderous voice fell on the skull of the lich land like solidified lava from above: "In the name of the god of the gods, you will be redeemed by your selfless good deeds!"

The distance between the upper and lower jaws of the bone frame slowly increased, and if he were a human, we might describe it as "a dragon egg that could be stuffed into his mouth". Salvation, of course, he knew what "salvation" meant, and could spell them perfectly as well as pronounce them, but the word and his relationship should also end there, shouldn't it?

Apparently fate had fallen into complete hysteria like the Sea of Chaos, and the lich's dazed and overwhelmed reaction was interpreted by Tyre's incarnation as a reaction to the excitement and shock of returning to the light, and he solemnly raised his only remaining arm, the warm, dignified, and irresistible force of the god of justice and discipline pressed down on the body of the undead like an overturned sea, and the positive energy contained in it roared to expel all the negative energy in the lich's body, and then naturally took over their work, and at the same time, the gem life box thousands of miles away twisted, shattered, and turned into powderThe essence of life, which had been carefully hidden within, was forced to be restored to his own body—the enhanced version of the Tenacity Verification that he had received at the time of death descended with joy again at the call of the gods, and began to slowly eat away at the will and spirit of the Lich...... What a rare second experience, the lich thought mockingly. The unspeakable pain has been wrapped around every strand of memory and thought for hundreds of years, beating, grinding, carefully searching for any crevice that may exist, unable to get rid of, unable to endure...... Until all the tests were perfect, the undead was still doing his best, screaming the most miserable with his body and soul, and he felt a voice begging him to stop, but the lich ignored it maliciously, although he knew that the torture was indeed over, but in any case, as an evil undead creature, there was no reason not to charge some interest for the injuries and tortures he had suffered...... As for whether the other party should be responsible for his suffering, huh...... This is not in the Lich's consideration.

He opened his eyes—oh, he had eyes now, the walls of the eyeballs, the cavities and contents of the eyes, the nerves, the blood vessels, and the eyelids that protected them, the eyelashes—the lich blinked, and the vision before him blurred and became clear.

The only place of tranquility and safety in the Chaos Sea, the Zen temple of the Seris, the distinctive blue-gray rocks and the simple, clean rooms told him where he was, the air flowed gently, and the lich noticed that he instinctively breathed softly, his heart beating regularly, and blood flowing in his veins.

As he sat up with some rustic control, he found himself dressed in a pure white linen robe, the kind that the priests of Tyre liked best, and with a faint remnant of divine power on it—just Tyre, you should perhaps also carve a balance or a warhammer on my forehead (Tyre's emblem is a balanced balance placed on the hammer) to better reflect the value of this souvenir - For the first and perhaps last chaotic act in the long time before, during, and after your birth!?

The dimensional bag used to hide important items is still hanging in the old position on the waist, the protective amber ring on the little finger not far away is still intact, the forehead inlaid with black opal is well maintained in its original invisible state stuck on the head, and glancing at the side, a dark and dull unicorn horn staff with a speckled indigo stone hidden at the top lies quietly beside its owner...... For the time being, the Lich can be sure that he has not suffered any losses...... No, he thought gloomily, I had lost a gray robe, and the freedom to slothe around with bones and terrorize humanity.

The sea of consciousness of the undead is dark and quiet.

Here he was restored to his favorite state—a complete and polished skeleton of bones that almost made him one with the sea of knowledge, an empty gray robe suspended in mid-air, a pinpoint-like crimson dot in his eyes—a malicious gaze at the vile and shameless intruder, the thief, the useless waste and dung.

Shaking slightly, the fuzzy body glowed with milky white and cornflower blue, and the soul, which had struggled to reduce its presence, glanced uneasily and cautiously at the skeleton floating in a black shading in an elegant posture - a lich that could create the atmosphere of Gothic art even with only a white skeleton and a rag-colored sheet.

LICH, about a dozen days ago, was a term that was still very new to it that didn't like games, and the only impression came from the pop-up ad on the web page - a skeleton shemale surrounded by thunder and lightning and flower petals, and said to like to wear skirts...... I didn't expect to one day share a body with a real lich.

Crossing, damn crossing, some people may covet this opportunity, but as a family-loving person, the park ten miles away is already a different world. The soul fluctuated in anguish for a moment...... Its memory is very messy, it remembers its father, its mother, its computer, its network, ...... Soft and warm beds...... Five or six large roses stuck out of the fence...... Fried chicken, beer, smoke...... Weibo...... Countless books and information...... But it lost itself, male, female, age, resume, preferences, why is it here, and most importantly, its name - who is it?