Chapter Eighty-Nine: Divinity
Standing at the entrance to this unfortunate world, looking down on all the glories and glooms, what can happen is always unexpected.
It's like there is a tall wine glass in front of you, but the waiter who pours the wine wants to pour the red rum on your face, and explains with a kind smile that this is the most new aristocratic style of the four empiresγ
The skull toe looked down on this short guy arrogantly, the restraint of age made Li Laifu a lot more distressed, in addition to height, it was more the instinct after seeing those noble ladies who scratched their heads and posed**, the temptation to move made him feel that the joy of life was quite a lot, but now he was despised by an old undead who had been dead for thousands of years, and this taste made Li Laifu appear in front of his eyes Tustin Kingdom' Viscount Fly's disgusting smile in Memphis, just as disgusting, longing to shove this source of evil into the asshole of the god of light.
Even because of the inexplicable attack, Li Laifu even turned his previous fear of dark creatures into a kind of drunken anger, he had suppressed it for too long in these strange places, whether the storm set off by the chaotic capital had subsided or become more and more crazy, these thoughts were like the unique 'flower of sin' torture shackles of the Ottoman Empire, strangled his brain, and just made him feel uneasy.
"Who are you?"
Li Laifu's pitch-black pupils revealed indifference, and a faint light bloomed on the space ring of his left hand.
The golden flame in the eye socket of the skull flickered, shining a trace of sacredness in the dark coffin, gold symbolizes luxury and power in the Eternal Continent, and this noble color among the clergy represents the supreme glory on the Holy Mountain of the Holy See of Light, the undead who can have the golden soul fire, Li Laifu does not dare to have the slightest contempt, because it is difficult for him to confirm whether this skull can break his thin body.
A deep voice is like a war drum, hoarse and vicissitudes, as if the drum has played the sad song of thousands of grand battles, and after the baptism of the years, it will be broken at any time.
"Is that you?"
The soul fire in the skull's eye socket was boiling, and he slowly floated in front of Li Laifu, as if looking at this outsider who disturbed his sleep.
"It's a familiar breath, and it seems to swim with it before I fall asleep. β
Li Laifu was full of black lines, goosebumps were very consciously lying on his body in every free place, he felt that the conversation between himself and this undead creature was very similar to a pair of childhood sweethearts who had been separated for many years, and the excited conversation when they met was so sensational, deliberately avoiding the real 'hot' gaze, Li Laifu thought about it again and again, and decided to use the invincible aristocratic ritual words in the Eternal Continent to respond, at least not to let this skeleton that looked like a piece of gold and white jade have reason to be angry.
"The great and mysterious undead, the black glory of Satan will walk with you, and as a weakling, I have absolute worship for your strength and hard brain, but I still want to know what the creature you speak of is called in the annals of history. β
The golden flame in the skull's eye socket was burning, but he was silent, Li Laifu stared at the sincere black eyes, and his whole face was full of curiosity and studiousness.
"I forgot. β
The skull floated around in the coffin, like a nobleman scanning his huge family business, but in Li Laifu's eyes, he seemed to see a big fly with golden light in its luxurious and rich eyes buzzing around.
"I felt a familiar smell on your body, although it was faint, but it actually woke me up from my slumber, it was incredible, I always thought I was dead, the power of the rules dissipated, but when I woke up, I found that my skull was still intact and I was undead. β
The golden soul fire flickered and dimmed, the deep black and the sacred gold reflected each other, and the two colors that were incompatible in religious belief were all poured on Li Laifu's face, and the child seemed to have guessed something, and his body arched slightly, like an elf feather arrow ready to attack.
"So I used the last bit of rule power, no, it should be a tragic law of exile for the undead, or is it wrong, alas, anyway, your soul happened to sink at a certain moment, and I followed and saved your soul that was about to dissipate"
As soon as the low voice ended, the golden flame in the eye socket of the skull suddenly flickered sharply, and it was bright and extinguished, as if it was aware of the arrival of danger, but it was still too late, I don't know if it was to reflect his lonely and lonely strong man's momentum, or if his thoughts were really in the depths of his mind, he was facing the child with the black pupils with the back of his bare head, even a ranger who traveled to the Eternal Continent with agility and agility did not dare to put his weakest back on others, let alone a skull without hands and feet, which can be described as fatal, and a little sadγ
When Li Laifu finally heard what he wanted to hear, he directly abandoned the urge to pick up the staff and chant a lengthy incantation, and chose to use the most primitive human body fighting method to express his anger, he was like a flaming feather arrow that enshrined the archer's faith, and pounced on the big head suspended in mid-air.
"Lao Tzu grass, your mother, bastard who should eat shit, the initiator of all tragedies turned out to be your head!"
The mysterious skeleton brother obviously didn't expect that the good boy who had been polite and made him feel comfortable a moment ago would suddenly get into trouble, especially this child who seemed to have the blood of a high nobleman, and his abuse was even more vicious than the curse of the devil, a certain skeleton thought that he had lived a long time, but he had never seen such a brazen person.
"Bastard, stupid human, get your filthy body off my head!"
"Damn, I'm going to banish you to the deepest dark cage!"
"My man, the supreme rule looks down on everything, we have something to say"
Without the slightest defense, a certain skeleton was pressed to the corner of the coffin, the soul fire in his eyes boiled, this is a strong anger, as a high receiving faith and worship being, he never thought that one day, he would fall from the high altar, and he was pounced on by a naughty child like a butterfly.
On his bare head lay a hideous-looking child, with a color called 'madness' in his dark pupils, or what could be understood on this continent as 'the expression of a sincere believer of light after suddenly seeing the benevolent god of light and the evil demon king Satan sitting together and drinking and talking'.
"What did you bring me here for, to talk to you about the Goddess of Fate's panties? Or is it because no one can see your handsomeness when it's lonely here?Why didn't that bastard throw you into the deepest dark places!"
Li Laifu took a breath indifferently, and gradually stabilized his irritable heart, and then, he sat on the smooth and smooth head, re-hung the noble and mellow smile, and asked softly: "Powerful and mysterious undead, can you tell me what happened now, you know, you need to stay in a comfortable place when listening to the story, and when the story is over, I will stretch my waist and stand up again to meet the bright future." β
In fact, he is also a little stunned now, he has carefully remembered every word that this skeleton said, especially the sentence 'I used the last bit of rule power' is engraved in his mind like an imprint, which is why he dares to show his rudeness and that little bit of pitiful strength here.
No matter what world they are in, creatures who are qualified to look down on other creatures of the same kind must have tasted the taste of being looked down on, and they have a deeper understanding of this taste, and the ability to judge the situation is a gift, but also a precept for survival.
Under Li Laifu's brazen obscenity, the mysterious skeleton brother succumbed, the golden soul fire that filled his eyes gradually subsided a little, and his deep voice was slightly flattering.
"I forgot"
Under Li Laifu's eyes that were about to smash him, the tragic skeleton's hair creaked and rubbed, and after a few breaths, he continued to tremble and say the next words, and the pause in the middle was not long, but Li Laifu himself seemed to be alone looking up at the towering Verdun Mountains, and he survived the long years
"But I still remember some vague shadows, when I woke up, I lay quietly in the center of a magic altar, where there was a sealed Liuling Holy Coffin, and in the place where I saw it, was a deep and dark ocean, the sea of wisdom and ignorance, I don't know if it was the name, anyway, there is such a term in my memory, and then the wise human can not let your body leave my head first. β
"Yes. β
Li Laifu moved his buttocks expressionlessly, freeing the devastated skeleton brother.
This mysterious skull had a trace of humanity in its eye sockets, and the golden flames seemed to have condensed into two luxurious eyes made of pure gold, and he glanced at Li Laifu with a little helplessness, and his voice was still low with the years.
"Then I found that I was dead, my body was rotten, my power was dissipated, all the power of faith I had gained had been turned into the magical elements that wandered in that ocean, and most terrifyingly, I had become an undead, and even I didn't know when it happened, and my memories were like the waning moon under the night sky, lost most of its brilliance, and never again holy. β
"You must have been a poor bard. β
Li Laifu nodded thoughtfully, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Then, did I fall from the sky, or did I swim out of the depths of the ocean? Or did I drill out of the soil on the other side full of life?"
The entire skull seemed to be surrounded by a golden flame, and this mysterious skull suddenly burst out with a supreme majesty, not from the oppression of strength, but like those real royal magnates in the four empires of the Eternal Continent, they have been in high positions for a long time, and the goblets in their hands are worth hundreds of eternal gold coins carved with angel patterns, even if such people put on tattered robes and easily throw away the goblets covered with patterns in their hands, they will never become in the slums** Poor people who wail, because what the times have given them is not gold coins and power, but wisdom and strength to receive gold coins and power.
At this moment, this strange skull seems to suddenly have a power, just like the statue of the 'Seraph' Michelle in the central worship place of the Elder Cathedral, although naked, no one dares to laugh at his poverty, because in the angel can not see the ** that human beings should have, the only clue that can be figured out, Li Laifu prefers to call it 'divinity'.