Seeing that the light of the crystal ball on the altar gradually faded and the scene on the opposite side plunged into darkness, Tika, who had a tense face, immediately relaxed and patted his chest with palpitations. Out of caution, the teleportation crystal sent out only has a dialogue function, but on Tika's side, you can see the image on the other side.

When she saw El, she breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't expect El to be so excited and come back with the centaurs. Although he could understand his feelings, Tika knew that Master Stephen was right. The distance between the living and the dead could not be ignored, it was enough to be able to see him at the end, she could not hope for more.

"What did I say......" After calming down, Tika remembered what he had just said, and suddenly hugged his head and screamed.

"You say, you want to take the godhead of the Lord of Death and make yourself a god. Master Stephen's unspoken voice floated from behind.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm kidding!" Tika screamed in panic, and she quickly removed the mercury crown from her head and placed it on the table, clasping her hands together in prayer.

This mercury crown is a treasure snatched from the hands of the oracle and is said to have been given by the Lord of Death himself. Although it was so badly damaged during the battle with the Princess of the Underworld that it was almost turned into waste, it itself was a sign of approval from the Lord of Death. Even the lowest-ranking undead can clearly feel the power of death attached to the crown, which is the real reason why the high-ranking undead such as the King of Bone Griffons have submitted to Tika.

Despite the power of the artifact itself, Tika never thought of repairing it, as artifacts often maintain a secret connection to their original owners. Once the crown is repaired, the Lord of Death's gaze may immediately shift, and at that time all the undead of Isttalon will probably be regained control by him.

"So that's what you're really for, Bishop White!" Stephen walked behind Tika, the soul fire in his eyes flickering slightly, and his voice became low.

From El's point of view, Master Stephen is considered an elder of Tika, so Tika did not hide his resurrection from him. In addition to showing her trust, she actually wanted the knowledgeable lich to advise her.

But in Master Stephen's eyes, Tika wasn't actually as harmless as she appeared. The dead should never appear in the world of the living, and no matter what form or type of resurrected undead are full of deadly threats to humans. Tika thinks he's still his old self, but it's just a façade of self-deception. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

Or in other words, she can't actually say that she is a ghost after Tika's death, but rather an undead monster with Tika's pre-living consciousness - the White Bishop. Whether Tika admits it or not, her thoughts and actions are slowly changing, moving away from the normal human way of thinking.

"That's what I said when my brain was hot......" Tika grumbled, his eyes still not taking off the mercury crown. When she looked closely and found that the crown showed no signs of recovery, she relented and put it back on.

She sighed heavily and smiled bitterly, "Of course I know it's impossible, but if I don't say that, he'll definitely come back." I know that guy who will not stop if he is determined to do something. So that's the only way to say it...... He's going to try his best to survive. ”

"That kind of idiot who has muscles in his head, and can fool around with any reason. Stephen snorted disapprovingly, his eyes still cautiously watching Tika's expression: "But if you can find this reason right away, it means that you actually have something in mind." Did you really think about it...... Want to kill gods?"

"Godkiller, do you think it's killing chickens?" Tika looked at Master Stephen like an idiot, shook his head, and walked down the altar.

"Do you think it's killing chickens?"

The same answer, at the same time, appeared on the border of the province of Sarin, two hundred kilometers from Istalen. De Laer, who retreated from the valley pass and led the retreat of the army, encountered his "dear brother".

Count Kemal's third son, his blood brother Grande, led his own troops to block Delare's way, expressing full contempt and spurning for Delare's escape without a fight.

"Brother, I have to say that your retreat this time is really disappointing, and the glory of the Kemal family is disgraced by your cowardice. Grande, dressed in costume, rode on his horse with a gloating smile on his face.

"If you want to make a difference, the passage to the valley has been opened, and the land of Lille is completely unguarded, so you can drive straight into it now. De Laere looked at his blood brother with the eyes of shit, his face calm, and he was not easily angered by his provocation.

"I heard that you didn't dare to fight the remnants of Istalon and let go of Istalon's refugees? Seeing De Laere's expressionless face, Grande's mood became more and more relaxed.

The civil strife of the Locke family has always been controlled by De Laer, because he is the eldest son of the family and has the same authority as the head of the family in this sudden situation. Grande originally planned to follow behind to pick up some leftovers, but he didn't expect such a big gift to fall from the sky.

In his opinion, this time Delare's army was defeated, and he fled back in disgrace, unable to defeat even the remnants of Istalen's army, and was forced to give up the hard-won land, and this painful defeat was enough to shake his impression in the mind of Count Kemal, even if it was not impossible to lose power because of this. Once De Laere loses power, it will be a godsend for these blood brothers to be promoted to the heir line!

"No one is stopping you, Grande, go if you want, get out if you don't want to, don't be here to be my way! The merit of capturing the town of Lille, the glory of defeating the Istalen, take it yourself as long as you want, I'm not interested in competing with you." Delale waved his hand impatiently, and said in disgust like a fly.

"Then I'll be disrespectful, brother. Grande laughed, let go of the reins of the horse, and galloped past De Laere, only to hear him shout from afar: "Since that beauty of the Lanstadt family is not shy about you, let me pamper her, it is a gentleman's duty to provide warm care for the allies in distress, brother......"

De Laere silently watched Grande walk away with his team, and snorted coldly. Grande's troops, though they also had an integrated regiment, did not have a thousand real soldiers, except for his own share of the empty salary, and all of them were armed peasants who were conscripted for free. Compared with De Laer, who is the eldest son, the other children of the Kemal family basically have no right to mobilize funds, and they can only save money on their own.

This kind of army, which is poor and white, can hardly open the pot, and the combat effectiveness preserved can be imagined. What puzzles De Laere is, what kind of confidence does Grande have to jump out and make trouble?

"Although I know that he has eyeliner in the Third Legion, but ......" It wasn't until Grande was far away that the corners of Delail's mouth couldn't help but twitch: "Is this idiot just having his head on his neck to increase his height?"

Mihaalen, who still had a bandage on his head, turned his head in confusion and glared at Delaire innocently.

"It's not like you, hell...... Isn't the word idiot enough now?" Delare, rubbing his temples, shook his head helplessly.

"My head just hasn't recovered yet. Miharun said sullenly, "But I also know...... Istalen's gang are ruthless characters. ”

"I'm sorry, Miharun, I shouldn't have compared you to that pig, even if you have a hole in your head now, you're much better than him, and God knows how my father gave birth to such a thing. Delais laughed angrily.

"Uh...... I beg your pardon, young master. Viscount Chico moved his fat ass uneasily, leaned into Delare's ear and whispered, "Actually, I already knew who was reporting to Young Master Grande, but this time seeing that he was so enthusiastic, I just added a little spice to it." ”

"Oh, what do you mean?" said Delare's face instantly brightened.

"I guess it's just a beautiful misunderstanding. Viscount Chico took out his handkerchief and habitually wiped the cold sweat on his head, and a somewhat obscene smile appeared on his face: "Young Master Grande may now think that Miss Lanstadt has played a beauty trick on you, using money to beautify her, and using both soft and hard to let you let her go......"

"So he thinks I'm coming back after I've had a lot of money and water?" Delaire pondered for a moment, the expression on his face gradually relaxed, revealing a sarcastic smile: "Then let him eat it, and see if his teeth can deal with the thorny rose." ”

"Young Master Grande's teeth have always been good, and he wants to take a bite of anything he catches, and this time he will definitely leave a deep impression on him. The expression on Viscount Chico's face was distorted and tangled, and he peeked at Delare's expression, and asked tentatively, "Young Master Delare, I guess that young lady might think the same way." ”

"It doesn't matter what she thinks, we don't have to worry about whether Grande's pig lives or dies. De Laer looked back at the northern sky, his face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "The timberwolves and the white lions have fallen one after another, and then we Kemal will bear the brunt. I will report the information to my father truthfully, and he will make a decision. ”

"That's right, Master Delare, that's the way you must think as an heir and future lord. Viscount Chico smiled with satisfaction: "This time you have met the young lady of the Lanstat family and the general of Istalen, and you must have learned a lot from them. ”

"It's really a deep experience. De Laere touched his chin and laughed. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)