Ilmot's followers saw a strange thing, and the magic energy that had been shattered from his wand had just appeared and was annihilated, like a fire rising from the water—a sight he had never seen before, it had been so close to him, the wind of energy had even brushed his forehead—he gripped his hammer, unable to react for a moment, and the black-haired young mage was once again wrestling with the Shadow Tree Monster.

He touched the dead branch behind him, grabbed a vine branch that was still wriggling, and stood up.

If the bloodline backlash can have a face, and this face can make an expression, then, the soul of the other world thought, it may put on a rabbitsky's == expression - or shout bug - anyway, it is not uncommon for the living to suffer from the bloodline backlash in the main material plane, even without spells, demons, demons and dragons can fight with elves, Orcs and humans have each other's offspring, the only difference from the latter is that the former can decide for themselves whether or not their intimacy needs to bear an evil fruit. But there is probably no bloodline backlash that has to be awkwardly confronted with a strange problem when it is attacking—that is, the object it is trying to destroy is changed without warning.

The Lich confessed to the souls of the other world what it meant to him - the buff varied from person to person, and when he was still alive, he had to face the taunts of his fragility and the terror of death - it was a never-ending, elaborate dream, impossible to break free from, impossible to destroy, like a boulder, heavy and unshakable crushing your body and soul, like a thin needle with a hook, all the way into the crevices of your bone marrow and spirit, looking for your weaknesses and regrets. And use them as your sharpest weapons - it is generous, in addition to pouring out all kinds of negative emotions such as cold, hunger, despair, and so on, and leaving a little bait in the most bad way - to bewitch and drive you to run breathlessly and painfully, but in the end you will only find you standing on a cliff with a miasma underneath. You think this is the end of the day, you think you'll be able to rest after a short ordeal, no, it's just the beginning of a new game.

After he became an immortal. The effect of the Bloodline Retaliation on him diminished dramatically, and the Lich's Mentor had studied the situation, and he had come to the conclusion that the power of the Regurgitation came more from the body than from the soul, so that the Lich's body was filled with cold negative energy, and as time passed, the flesh withered, the blood dried up, and the marrow turned to ashes, and this abominable regular visit naturally died down - though before that. He had learned how to use meditation to defuse the effects of the bloodline backlash on himself - this was important, in the Guru's Tower, there was no change of plans and progress for the sake of a small disciple, and everyone was searching for the weaknesses of their companions. In order to turn it into a considerable benefit at the right moment.

Then, thanks to the Alzheimer's god and the nosy Tyre, he lost his beloved skeleton and regained the useless shell that he had abandoned without hesitation. And the bloodline that should be cursed into the endless abyss 10,000 times!

If it weren't for the fact that he was still facing a Cheap Demon, a monster that grew together with the Shadow Tree Monster and was almost as powerful as it was before the demotion. Of course, the Lich could cope with the past, just like every time before - the Shadow Dryad's branches curled and trembled in the gray sky, it was not immortal, the pure positive energy contained in Cremar's blood was like a hundred, if not thousandfold condensed, scorching and nourishing it, the part of the Cheap Devil that belonged to the dryad was fearful and longing for him, and the part that belonged to the Succubus was almost completely mad - Succubi are the most greedy of all the devils, and sometimes they even give birth to children of themselves and demons or other races, and then fill the half-demons with blood and energy, but are too weak to resist or flee for a hearty meal.

The priest of Ilmot clung to a stone statue, and of course he saw the woman—she was more beautiful than he had ever seen and fantasized with the bard's fabrication, but the breath that surrounded her was so unpleasant and oppressive that he hung his head to avoid her gaze, and tore his robes so that he could breathe more easily.

In the past, the priest of Ilmote was one of the succubi's favorite foods, but now she could not care about the gray toad, she was so engrossed in catching the plumpled bird that she was so absorbed that she had conjured up that her conjured image suddenly lost its original deterrent power - the mage had lost the strength to resist, and had been severely injured in two places, and he was almost prostrate in front of her to be slaughtered...... What helped him? The combination of the tree monster and the succubus glanced at the priest who was huddled behind the statue and muttered a prayer, no, not this human, she shook her head, and it was also possible that some kind of magic paraphernalia could make the caster immune to psychic damage.

As I thought, the Owl's attacks never stopped—instinctive attacks were mindless, countless branches whipped across their heads, leaving no gaps, they looked like living cages, their seams so tight that no light could penetrate them, they entangled, they wriggled, they squirmed, every drop of blood drove them completely mad...... Then the priest of Ilmort heard the furious cry of his life, and if he had not stood here and listened, he would not have thought that it was the sound of a tree.

He could feel the pressure on his body lighten extremely abruptly, the red light flickering in the darkness, and he opened his closed eyes and saw a fire.

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When the Lich snapped his wand and cast a deadly spell on a priest of Ilmot, he had already anticipated his punishment - just as he tried to kill a shipcook with a dirty toe with a thunderbolt, he was quickly shackled and stripped of his control of his body by an invisible but powerful force, and this time there was no need for the Otherworldly Soul to slowly ascend, because it was on the surface of the Sea of Knowledge, and it immediately replaced the Lich in the face of the outside world.

Maybe this punishment would last longer than he thought, the lich thought, the speed with which he was suppressed and the emptiness he felt was sharper and deeper than the last, but he still had a little time.

- Shadow Tree is immune to all effects that affect the mind, toxins, sleep, paralysis, shock, and transformation. It's hard to destroy it completely with heavy hits and punctures, the lich said, but the other half of it is a devil, and even if it's a lowly demon, she's immune to fire.

- And what should I use? The otherworldly soul bowed its head in anger and shouted, using roses and diamond rings to gain this lady's forgiveness?

The lich gave a command, just in time, and in a matter of seconds, their bodies were grabbed and tied up by black branches, which grabbed a few strands of the caster's hair. The hair turned into points of light in the branches, and the vitality in it made the succubus stick out her tongue: "What a beautiful smell...... "My child......" She called softly but forcefully: "Come here, come to my side - don't let me down......"

The soul of the other world coughed, and he didn't know what else to say. The backlash caused by the battle between two rival bloodlines has changed its approach, and in short, it has begun to fragment its thoughts - it's not that it doesn't want to drag souls from another plane into its realm, but this guy is even more difficult to deal with than an undead after becoming familiar with its methods, it can barely grasp the thought core of the otherworldly soul, and some of the jumping fragments it can't understand at all - what is the network? What is it about rabbits destroying the world? What is the big rabbit country? Is there really a rabbit building a country? Okay. What is the matter with that supposedly omniscient Du Niang? It looks a lot like a rune board...... 404NotFound?Enough of the Endless Abyss!The monster I created in my consciousness wasn't meant to satisfy your appetite!Why would you imagine an iron plate, then add oil to it and start grilling its tentacles...... Stop! Even when the devils and demons of the Endless Abyss wanted to torment their enemies even more, they never thought of sprinkling pepper and chili powder on their bodies. And brush it with honey! It's an insult at all!

I say...... Stop! Stop!

It tried to show what it could see as the only weakness that might shatter that strange soul, but that barely affected the otherworldly soul, which was still foreign to the world. And it's clear that for a house that treats a street park ten miles away as an otherworldly one, it's no less difficult to think about how to get back from one plane to another than to walk from Earth to Mars. Although, in this High Demon Plane, the previous question may be answered, but for him, it is still too far away.

The soul of the other world has a plan for a long time, first of all, it has to survive, yes, survive, not to be forcibly destroyed by the forces of righteous light as an evil undead, nor to die as a good person after the atonement is completed, as the lich says (it really doesn't know if this is a reward, it only knows that it is not interested in this), but to survive for a long time, completely, as it is (existing), to become a powerful spellcaster who will not be shaken by any force, and then try to find a way to cross this main material plane back to the original plane- Ah, in other words, home.

It knew that it would take a long, long time, and that it might make the undead feel tired and tired, so it was not impatient, nor panicked, the world was colorful and vibrant, and there were so many new and interesting things waiting for it to discover, so why should it be terrified of the impossible - it was a long journey, but it felt that it could still see it as a journey.

So the fragmented thought of "that" is almost like a game soundtrack for the soul of the other world, and the only thing it has to fight against is the projection of the lowly demon, the problem is, it is aimed at the lich, not it, of course, she is indeed beautiful, but after the initial amazement, the little heart of the otherworldly soul has long since calmed down, after all, in its fragmented memory, there are many wonderful images like this - the difference is that they are all 2D, this one is 3D.

"I'm sorry. It was a little shy, and said not without embarrassment: "Auntie, you seem to have recognized the wrong person." ”

...... All the branches of the dryad paused suddenly, subtly.

- Damn, why did she get irritable?!- The otherworldly soul shouted in consciousness.

The lich had been dragged deep into the depths, his mind like spider silk floating in the air, intermittently, and his cohabitants heard only a small bits of consciousness from him—no succubus would be happy to be called Auntie......

Even if she can be your great-grandmother's great-grandmother...... The lich sighed, clasped his arms, and still dragged himself into the sea of consciousness with that force. (To be continued......)

PS: There's another chapter in the evening - it's late, you can read it tomorrow morning.