Chapter 243: Necromantic Poet

Before his death, he was a church pastor in a small town in the Empire of Light, he was unknown, admired the idyllic life of nature, loved poetry, and made good friends with many traveling poets.

Out of his love for life, he risked his life as a heretic to delve into the academic study of life and soul, and eventually achieved some great academic achievements, but before he could rejoice in his achievements, he was arrested by the Holy See on charges of defecting to the evil Hades and preaching ......

Trial, execution......

After his death, the terrified Sarkozy was transformed into a lich by Hades, but even then he longed for everything he had chased: sunshine, fresh air, poetry......

Aaron's words of confidant made Sarkozy's guard against him relax a little, but even so, if you want to make your own freedom and dignity voluntarily become a slave of the other party, hmph, even if your soul is broken, you can't let yourself submit.

Sensing the faint unyielding meaning in Sarkozy's eyes, Allen was not in a hurry, and his words made the opponent's emotions fluctuate, which proved that his offensive strategy was effective.

Aaron paused, and then said, "The ignorant fools of the Holy See have so spoiled an idyllic poet that they will be cursed with eternal life. Sarkozy, if you are now a human being, or an elf, you have such a strong faith in freedom and poetry that you must be able to move the great elven king......"

Sarkozy's soul gradually stirred, yes, how could he want to be around these filthy and rude undead!

His soul shook violently, and he roared, "Enough, don't say it, even if you say more, it's useless." The undead poet Sarkozy will never abandon freedom and poetry to be your slave!"

Aaron shook his head with a smile and said, "Relax, Sarkozy." Listen to me, you're a guy to be respected. Although the reality that you are a lich is immutable, you can now choose a new life. Are you still willing to stay in this hellish place where no one appreciates you? Oh, to hell with this shit. ”

"A new life?" Sarkozy's eyes showed doubt, but there was still a hint of anticipation that could not be hidden!

"Yes, you can come into contact with poetry every day and every night, and even have face-to-face academic exchanges with the most famous artists on the mainland, discussing poetry or history......

Sarkozy's soul heart shook violently, and then a strong anger welled up, and he said angrily: "Hmph, do you mean that I will obey your command, dance and kill for you, and then wait until you are in a good mood before allowing me to go out to meet those artists? If I had to choose between poetry and freedom, I would not hesitate to choose freedom!"

"Smack...... Bang bang ......"

Alun gently clapped his palms and looked at each other with admiration on his face, but he scolded in his heart: "You old immortal shit, I really didn't expect your stubbornness to be harder than the momentum in the pit!"

Aaron suddenly changed his words and said, "Sarkozy, do you know a shadow skeleton?"

"Shadow Skeleton?" Sarkozy began to search through the long river of memories......

"Yes, a Shadow Skeleton of the Sanctuary!" Aaron remembered that he had never seemed to ask the Shadow Lord's name.

The Lich Sarkozy's eyes froze slightly, revealing a hint of awe, and said, "Who in Oklahoma doesn't know Lord Shadow!"

Any Sanctuary powerhouse, regardless of country, race, or gender, will be most unreservedly respected by others in any place.

"Hmph, you've heard about him too, he's the only one in Oklahoma who is free!" the lich's tone was full of envy.

For a creature who values freedom, Lord Shadow is worthy of his envy or jealousy.

Without waiting for the lich to think, Aaron retorted, "You're right, but you're wrong about why the Shadow Skull is free! In the face of the rules set by Manolos and the Demon Dragon King of the Underworld, even the powerhouses of the Sacred Realm would never dare to go beyond the rules and chase freedom!"

Sarkozy's face showed puzzled confusion and asked, "Oh?"

"Surrender to me and become my servant......"

"No ......" Sarkozy immediately and decisively rejected Aaron's request before he could finish speaking.

However, Aaron obviously ignored his refusal and said to himself: "...... The life of our human race is too short, and even if we enter the Sanctuary Realm, it will only take two or three hundred years, and for those of you who have near-eternal existence, this is just a snap of time. As long as you submit to me, you will no longer be a member of this Oklahoma, and the rules set by Manolos and the Dragonlord of the Underworld will no longer bind you. When I die, you will be as free as the Shadow Skeleton. Outside, you can live freely in the sea of art anytime, anywhere, and exchange hundreds of years of time for eternal freedom, and I believe that any wise poet will know how to do it! Sarkozy, think about it!"

The fire of the lich's soul jumps incessantly, and it is true that the fleeting moments of time at the snap of a finger are exchanged for eternal freedom......

Sarkozy's soul was tumbling violently, wasn't that how the Shadow Lord had attained eternal freedom? Just if that's what I promised him......

Alun quickly saw Sarkozy's hesitation, and smiled slightly: "Come on, Sarkozy! With my strength, no one dares to laugh at you." Destruction and surrender, grievance and freedom, Sarkozy, make your final choice!"

At Aaron's urging, Sarkozy's sea of souls had already stirred up monstrous waves and rolled endlessly. Aaron is not in a hurry, but he has already made up his mind in his heart, if this guy is still stubborn, then he will have to be strong. Maybe it won't work once or twice, but after spending a while on his own, he can still be sure to break his mental defense.

Suddenly, Aaron's heart was shocked, and through spiritual connection, he learned that all the shadow ghosts he brought were killed, and the elite army cultivated by Sarkozy had rushed down from the peak, and the pressure of the corpse demons suddenly rose sharply.

I didn't expect to focus on negotiating with the lich and forget about the battle over there.

"Don't hurry, Sarkozy, you can think about it slowly, but you can't let your elite stop first!" Aaron's tone was slow, but there was an irresistible coercion in it.

The lich's soul suddenly moved, and all the undead stopped fighting, and Aaron stopped the corpse demons.

With the wind in his ears, Sarkozy cautiously thought about the gains and losses, the vigilance in his eyes gradually receded, and he said helplessly and steadily: "Okay, I promise your conditions." But you are not allowed to have much control over me, well, especially in the arts like poetry!"

"Of course, Sarkozy. You are free at all times except fighting. Hehe, I know a lot of art masters in the imperial capital, you can go there and communicate and learn from them. Aaron replied verbally, but he smiled coldly in his heart: Hey, after the soul seed is planted, you can't help it.

Sarkozy nodded in satisfaction, and Aaron asked, "Do you still need this body?"

Hearing Aaron's words, Sarkozy's purple soul heart slowly flew out of the cranial cavity and said, "Send me to the palace of the dead." There I prepared a useful body. ”

Aaron gently held the already defenseless lich soul in the palm of his hand, and then flew up and swept straight in the direction of the palace of the dead.

Hundreds of years, endure and pass. Hey, maybe it won't be hundreds of years before this guy dies, and then I'll be free!" the lich thought to himself, but suddenly he was horrified, "You...... What are you doing......

I saw that Aaron's bloody eyes suddenly lit up with an extremely dazzling blood-colored cold light, and the spiritual storm that had been gathering momentum for a long time surged down with a devastating momentum. How could the lich, who was already defenseless against Aaron, expect that Aaron would make such a move? The powerful spiritual storm almost drowned the lich's entire soul. One after another, a series of mental storms slammed into Sarkozy's soul, blasting the terrified lich to the ground.

For Aaron, the weaker the lich's psychic powers, the faster the soul seeds he planted will thrive and the more he will have control over his servants.

"Relax, Sarkozy, I have no ill will!" With a light laugh, Aaron's spiritual power continued to gush out, until Sarkozy's soul was completely suppressed, and a full and huge soul seed was silently planted in the soil of the lich's soul.

The purple soul heart trembled violently, but under the suppression of Aaron's spiritual power, he did not have much power to resist. Gradually, the soul seed and Sarkozy's soul blended perfectly, and the soul heart gradually calmed down. As long as he replaced the body that had been prepared in the palace, Aaron had a new powerful servant.

Through Sarkozy's soul memories, Aaron quickly learns the general situation in the palace of the dead.

The palace is divided into three main areas, the largest and tightest of which is the catalytic pool where the Lich Sarkozy strengthens the undead. By continuously gathering dead energy through the magic circle, the catalytic pool can accelerate the evolution and improvement of the undead that enter the catalytic pool in a relatively short period of time.

After hundreds of years of precipitation, Sarkozy has cultivated an elite army with the catalytic pool, with considerable combat effectiveness.