"I see." The song vibrated its wings, and the subtle air flowed through the feather tubes, forming a voice like a sigh, "You did it on purpose......

"I've found that you've been 'melting' until now, and most of your flesh has melted away.

"I thought it was a sign that you were under the influence of prayer and your strength was declining.

"But I underestimated you.

"You melted the flesh on your own initiative and on purpose—because in essence, the flesh is what you are.

"The dry bones currently standing in front of me are not only your wreckage, but also your fake body, and the undead that you have shaped with the power of death, just like those ashes in the cemetery."

The evil spirit, the undead king created by the "curse of the pharaohs", took the initiative to dissolve his own shell, and then made his own dry bones and remains into undead.

And unlike those fragile and ridiculous ashes of the undead, the material shell of the evil spirit itself has a good strength, and after being strengthened by the power of matter, it directly has the strength of the fifth order.

After a pause, Yanluge whispered again, "And why are you doing this?

"I'm guessing that you discovered the origin and function of the 'prayer sound,' right?

"You are a spirit, a spirit born of prayer. Although most of the spirits are simple and cute creatures, you are not included. Because the Wishers wanted you to be the 'evil, powerful, and cunning' King of the Undead from the beginning, you became that being.

"And as a vicious and cunning undead king, you are not willing to be bound, weakened, or changed by the sound of prayers."

The evil spirit should be aware of what kind of existence it is.

But it is not reconciled.

Yan Luge waved his wings, his gaze swept over the few people watching the shooting in the distance, and then fell back to the evil spirit.

He said slowly: "You may not understand what filming and live streaming are, you don't understand the source of the prayer sound, and you don't know the means used to weaken you, but you can definitely find the pattern - that is, as long as you go to a fixed location according to the 'legend' and expose yourself to the lens of ordinary people, countless prayers will swarm in an attempt to transform you into a completely different and righteous being."

"I guess you found this out from a very early age.

"But you don't want to be changed.

"So, you decided to count it.

"You disguise yourself as a simple spirit who only acts according to prayers. You follow your instinct to go to those places, and follow the prayer to kill no one, but in the process, you play a trick on the golden cicada to break out of your shell, and secretly create a fake body, a mummy undead controlled by you.

"You're trying to replicate your birth—the scene of your birth from a golden coffin.

"The prayer of sentient beings follows very complex rules, it can animate an empty coffin, it can revive the dead, it can make a corpse born out of thin air...... But the recipient must be 'what the person who makes the wish thinks'.

"Although the real Sur VII is actually the golden coffin, the ignorant supplicants do not know it, they think that Sur VII must be a mummy, so you are born from the coffin.

"In the same way, when they look at the mummy ghost you leave behind, they will not be aware of your presence, and all the prayers for 'Sur VII' will converge on the body of the undead. It is it that has been weakened, and it is also it that has been changed.

"Those prayers...... Slipped away from the real you. ”

At this point, Yanluge stopped and looked at the ground again.

On the ground, the evil spirit finally responded to the words of the song.

The pile of dry bones that had been dismantled by Yan Lu Ge slowly assembled into a skeleton under the effect of the power of death, and stood up again.

The black corpse liquid that melted and dripped on the ground also rolled and gathered together, slowly protruding from the ground, forming a mud-like humanoid black shadow.

Skulls move the jaw.

The black mud monster cracks its mouth.

They spoke together: "Ah, yes. ”

One voice is harsh and dry, the other is muddy and sticky.

The real and false bodies of the evil spirits are manipulated by the same will, and they say the same words: "You have seen it."

"It's a pity, just a little closer, I can complete the separation of these two parts of the body, and completely abandon the name of the 'Undead King'."

Yan Luge was a little curious: "Do you hate yourself very much?" ”

The evil spirit laughed, and the two different laughs mingled together to form a chaotic echo: "No, I don't hate it. ”

"Then why did you think of leaving the past behind?"

"I'm not going to be as disgusted with my existence as the fool of the Pharaoh." The two voices of the demon raised their pitches together, like an angry roar and an impassioned declaration, "But I know better that my cognition, my abilities, my character, everything about me, are all shaped by the wishes of the ants, and have never belonged to me.

"They want me to save people, and I can't kill ants; They wanted to hunt me, and I had to become a slow prey; They wanted me to be the 'villain' of the story, and I was pushed by an irresistible instinct to come to this damn place!

"'Cemetery', 'Antique Shop', 'Cinema'...... 'Moon Gate Square'? I don't even know which place names have any meaning! They call it 'Moon Gate Square', and in my memory this place is the Nile Palace! But I had to follow my instincts to get here......

"Sad? Is it ridiculous? Interesting?

"They changed me as they wanted, manipulated me, toyed with me. It's as if they were the masters and I was just a slave.

"If the 'Undead King' is such a thing, then what's the difference between it and a puppet-like 'Pharaoh'?!

"Those mortals, those ants, those mustard things, how can they manipulate my life!!"

The demon shouted this in an almost furious manner.

The anger of being controlled, the unwillingness of being fooled, the madness of being imprisoned...... At that moment, they all erupted, turning into endless resentment.

The withered skeleton and the half-fluid black clay monster spread their arms together and raised their arms to the sky and shouted, "I will rewrite my destiny with my own hands."

"And you will be destined to be my nourishment!"

Yanluge wanted to wave his wings, but he didn't.

He tilted his head slightly, and found that his white wings were also stained with black, viscous corpse fluid at some point.

It was like sticky oil, crawling over his wings, wrapping around his feathers and sticking to his feathers, rendering the mass of feathers that could spew air out of their effect, and the wings as if they were bound by ropes.

Soon, the remaining feathers could no longer support the weight of flight, and the "Unsullied Angel" fell irrepressibly, being pulled from the sky by the evil spirit.

- I think it was just now, when he wrapped his wings around the evil spirit.

Yan Lu Ge realized.

(End of chapter)