Time that had been stood still continued to flow, and a little flame suddenly ignited from under the floor in Naxxramas, the core city of the Necronomic Empire, an ordinary room used to store bones, and it burned more and more.

Some of the freshly baked skeletons were naturally disassembled, and finally the best and most suitable parts were extracted to form a fresh skeleton, and then the soul fire was re-inhabited.

The Lich Kersu, who had just been destroyed by the Heavenly Punishment, returned from death many times.

As we all know, for a lich, the skeleton that goes out to run errands is just an external load, and the life box that stores his complete soul and consciousness is the real core.

As a powerful lich who transformed himself into an undead out of fear of death, Krsu was not so stupid as to carry his life box with him when he was on a suicidal temptation.

So, when the shell that had been used for thousands of years was directly destroyed by the terrible force, it was only natural that Krsu was reborn again, and his strategic purpose had been achieved.

Compared to the elven clan that relied almost entirely on the ancient tree of life to reproduce, there may not be ten elves that have grown in a hundred years, and the death of millions of necromantic legions is nothing at all.

The new world is full of potential, and the Undead Empire has learned the lessons of the past and learned how to sustainably fish for the best of its ability, and it only takes half a month for an army of millions of undead to be rebuilt.

It doesn't matter if the lieutenant dies, the vampire prince who only knows how to use his natural abilities is not cherished, and although Kimira is destroyed, it is only a matter of re-creation.

After all, when he was traveling through time and space, he accidentally obtained the core of the different races that he could control well with the lich who should perish, and there are still two remaining in the hands of Kersu.

As long as there is one perfect creation, it is enough, and the meaning of more than one is not very great.

After all, this world is truly a world that is literally above a million.

It was the destruction of his body that had been strengthened for thousands of years, which really made Kelsu feel a little distressed.

But this can't be helped, after all, if you don't do a full set of tricks, how can you really make the enemy take the bait?

"Death Laments has proven to be enough to force a suitable site, so the next two tasks are to study countermeasures to that strange spell, and further improvements to Kimiramon, perhaps to install a perpetual spell on top of that core."

Krsu's wicked whispers echoed through the corpse-filled room, and an outwardly inconspicuous piece of sand slowly floated from beneath the floor and finally snapped into the hollow finger bones.

So Krsu walked forward, passed through the pillars, and several doors opened, turned left and right, and walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally returned to the laboratory he was familiar with, but the appearance of another lich in front of the door made Krsu, who was in a good mood, feel very unhappy.

Sensing the agent's arrival, the lich who had been waiting at the door turned around, its black robe covered with strange patterns obscured the reality beneath it, looking like a cloak floating in mid-air, and inside it was a bottomless abyss.

Lich Sandru.

Unlike Kelsu Boyle, who was originally a nobleman, then a mage, and finally reincarnated as a lich, Sandru was a pure commoner mage, and the feud between the two was settled before the empire was still a human empire, before it became an empire of the undead, and before he was reincarnated as a lich.

After being reincarnated as a lich, in Kelsu's view, the feud between the two lichs not only did not decrease, but deepened.

Because even in rebirth, the differences between the two people are constantly increasing, so let's take the simplest research direction.

Krsu specializes in biological transformation, and the transformation and evolution of all flesh and blood undead in the entire empire can be traced back to it, and it has also learned from the wisdom of the entire empire and continues to evolve.

Sandru delved into alchemical weapons, which were not as conspicuous as the Kelth, but the city of Naxxramas in the sky was its crowning masterpiece, and he was producing a steady stream of alchemical creations that were completely devoid of the undead style and were purely useful and useful.

There are only so many material and intellectual resources in the entire Undead Empire, and the lich at the top of two completely different research directions wants to tilt their resources in their own direction, so it is natural that there will be competition.

For Kelsu, the last thing he wants to admit is that he is also the most disgusting and disgusting thing - that bastard Sandru is indeed superior to his own research talent, and with only a few more resources, he can achieve almost the same results as himself.

"Hey, you've changed your body again?" The flame of the soul in Sandru's eyes is uncertain, although it is a question, but the language it emits is more like a mechanical synthesized sound, there is no joy or sorrow, no good and evil.

"This is my latest research achievement, which is enough to help the Maharaja have an advantage on the frontline battlefield."

A pure researcher, Sandru has always been concise and to the point, revealing his latest and most perfect creation to the ephemeral agent of the Empire of the Dead.

Naxxramas, which could automatically change shape, slowly split, revealing an avenue tens of meters wide, and then the sound of walking without arrogance or impatience sounded again and again.

The pace and tone are always the same, never chaotic, never stopping, as if it means that it will exist in this world forever and will never fade.

It was a strange life that had never been shown before Kelsu's eyes, a steel dragon as silent as a mountain.

There is no trace of life in the whole body, all the outlines are perfectly square and rounded, and the dim red light in the eyes at both ends of the head will never be extinguished, if you meet the enemy, or want to destroy something, the light in the two barrels on the shoulders can be endlessly lit up.

The mysterious runes that constantly circulated on the metal body meant that Sandru was able to absorb the fruits of the two worlds in just a few years, break through countless levels, and use all the latest research results for this accidental steel dragon.

The crowning achievement of a powerful empire that once narrowly unified one world, the perpetual motion machine, which created the term "Ultimate", defeated the Dark King, who had ruled the world for thousands of years, has now been reborn in a different world and gained a higher level of power.

"You've created such a powerful mechanical being?" Instead of being happy, Krsu looked furious.

As the opposite of all living beings, the Favorers and Dominators of Death have created things that have 'life', and Sandru the Lich has trampled some of the default unspoken rules under his feet.

"Power is power, and there is no distinction between good and evil, life or death, Your Excellency." Even though he was constantly being buttoned up to a giant hat as usual, Sandru's voice remained unwavering, "And the Infinity Dragonbeasts that are completely bound by their authority are more trustworthy than those who have intelligent necromancy......"

(End of chapter)