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This is obviously a very real question.

The relationship between Catzerjek and Edward was nothing more than one of the shaves and the other of his interest.

If the relationship between the two is male and female, or some feelings can be derived, and then a strong social structure is connected, but what can happen between a brain-eating undead and a human being?

"Well, then, you can go and inform him, I'm looking for him, naturally there is something important......," the Psychic Warlock raised his eyebrows.

"The thinker has been very irritable lately, and he can't be interested in managing your affairs again. The long legs of the spirit crystal servant bounced and jumped, fell from the hands of the human being, and turned slightly on the table: "Speaking of which, this qiē is also caused by you, so as the culprit, for a period of time, you don't want to see him again." ”

"Annoyed?"

"It's not something that you inferior bisexual creature can understand, you better go about your breeding plan honestly. ”

"I can"

"What do you have to give him, Lord Edward, the power of the ancient evil that is not entirely under your control, or your poor and shriveled. The latter might have attracted the attention of a hungry psicobaec, but to Katzejek, it was just a lump of fat that hadn't rotted yet but was going to rot soon!"

Edward couldn't help but shake his head slightly, although he had been sealed aside for a long time, his demon pet was still as rapping and vicious as ever, and liked to hide the most important issues in the dark, but. For Edward today, the days of helplessness in the face of this little bastard have long been a thing of the past......

Today's Edward is not the new psychic warlock who has nothing.

He gently reached out his hand and touched the hedron a little.

The subtle psionic energy is like a fire of lightning, extending into this delicate creation of the mind. And the will is deeply immersed in the depths of the mind, and the contents of each rune are reflected in the mind of the psychic mancer, which is a series of complex geometric shapes composed of countless parallel notches. But those simple lines, in a slender or wide way, record the language unique to the psionic creators, which are inscriptions for the soul.

Only the psychic can understand. The singing of the heart.

The tentacles of the spirit danced and delineated, sending the remaining memories into the mind of the Manifest, and every passing signal, the meaning of every energy, flowed like a trickle through the will, presenting the meaning in Edward's memory.

But. It's too slow.

There are three thousand one hundred and eleven inscriptions, and it takes so much time to decipher only one...... It's too slow! The runes that have been forged for dozens, if not hundreds, are almost infinite in unnecessary signals...... It's too slow!

Too slow, too slow!

A qiē around. All of them faded into a silent and hazy pitch-black void, and countless dimensional silk threads intertwined and shone brightly in the void. Time and space have lost their meaning, and only the will of the Manifest is indulged in the nothingness of darkness and light. And anxiety is like thunder above the head of the controller, constantly urging the flow of thought, so that all the power is taken and infused. Add to that the scale of the flow of knowledge.

In the middle of the circulation, Edward's mind settled, but it seemed to grasp something.

Not enough, not enough power.

A little more, a little more!

All the power? one voice. Or is it the psychic mancer himself, making an inquiry?

"Not enough!" Edward almost roared, "more, more!"

In that moment, the turbulent sense of the flow of time came.

Power also came, it was an indescribable silver torrent, it rushed forward, converged on the spiritual world, filled it, expanded the trickle of knowledge! roared and jumped down! So in that instant, countless pictures flashed Li Dong, outlining the reality of the situation, and the power of creation was clear in his heart.

A qiē vision recedes in the mind.

Edward frowned, but there was some wonderful passion in his heart.

Because the meaning of those runes is transcending the constraints of time, using objects as a medium, flowing into his mind.

Or roughly, but enough, and with a slight movement of the psychic mancer's fingertips, three runes dissipated from the body of the spirit crystal servant......! Edward raised his gaze, and in his pupils, there seemed to be sparks and electric lights flickering alternately.

"What did you do? ...... you" The voice of the Spirit Crystal Servant suddenly rose up, but then it dispersed, and the long notes turned into a fragmented and eerie crackling sound!

Three thousand one hundred and eight runes formed three layers of exquisite spirit patterns that were linked to each other, and the energy flowed around, so from then on, every minute and every inch of this spirit crystal servant no longer belonged to the former owner.

"It's reading objects. He spoke softly.

"That can't be!"

The surging energy gushed out of the unpredictable void, constructing the undulating but thunderous roar of Katzejek, and the next moment, the light in the space flickered wildly, constructing that tall, rotten, shriveled but unbeatable purple figure like a king in the blink of an eye!

"There's no need for me to lie to you...... Your Excellency the Thinker. ”

The Psychic Warlock narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face was extremely pleasant: "With your strength, can't you tell if what I said is true or false?" It's just that it's a little different from ordinary abilities, and I've just changed the basics a little, a simple change of one plus one equals two. ”

The relaxed tone of his voice blurred the body of the Psicosphic Lich's illusionary structure, and four shorter tentacles snaked and climbed across his face, almost frozen

Psychic ability?Reading objects, of course Katzeyek knew, but it was just the simple power of a second-level ability, how could it be possible to read the complex knowledge of the structure of a psychic inscription from the structure of the spirit crystal servant? That would be equivalent to parsing a piece of sawdust and giving birth to a carpenter. Analyze a steel nail and make a blacksmith! Analyze a spell book and make a mage!

Such a ridiculous thing simply violates the rules of this world, even for the Manifest, this should not be born!

But apparently, it has been born.

"Just a little bit of a change in the basics?"

Anger and excitement. Not destined to rest in the heart of an undead, a powerful spellcaster. So with just one breath, Katzeyek's heart's words had fallen silent, and after a long time, he finally sighed: "Indeed, it's so simple. But how much more than you can save to be so extravagant? ”

The key to magic is to draw energy through the guò magic net, and to mobilize and influence the primordial energy in nature to complete the spell, with the caster's strong own will is enough to mobilize and influence the primordial energy of nature, to achieve various effects that seem to be similar to the essence of magic but completely different.

This human imp in front of you. This principle is also followed, but with some changes in it.

It is not correct to describe it as a change.

Edward is not a so-called genius, if he were to evaluate it himself, he thinks that even the word 'talent' should be unacceptable - except for those knowledge and achievements from another world, he has only one ordinary. Even with a somewhat sluggish soul. Therefore, it is impossible for him to change the rules of this world, and there is no way to extend new types of laws from them.

Therefore, the so-called change is not so complicated as earth-shattering - since it is all about calling energy to achieve the effect, then, if you mobilize divine energy with your own will, what kind of things will happen?

Dozens, if not hundreds, of enhancements.

But is this what God can really do?

"Him?" Edward did not let the joy and reflection of those new realizations circulate in his heart. showed a trace of his face, and even divided a point of spirit, capturing an interesting part of the other party's words.

"Ilshin Cause. ”

The gods of the Psionics?

Legend has it that the god of Il. The god of the Soul Suckers possesses powers that are not inferior to those of any of the main gods...... A piece of inconspicuous knowledge poured out from the depths of the mind sorcerer's memory. It's like a tiny bubble, but when it bursts, it seems to be connected to something more.

For example, the priesthood of the god of soul-absorbing monsters is only that of spirit-absorbing monsters, so why does this race, which is so rare that it is close to extinction, have a powerful god?

Or is that the magic of that application of power?

"Did you come here for this trivial matter, to show off the power you've got?" The indifferent voice of the Eater of Souls Lich woke up the human, the great monster who had hurried to realize that his psionic tricks had been cracked had obviously not brought much patience, even if the body was nothing more than an illusion created by power, Edward seemed to be able to feel the negativity leaking out of his mind.

That cold, curse-like malice.

What would make a Psicobite Lich feel so resentful? An extraordinary failure?

"If it's convenient, tell me what's going on?" he asked.

In fact, some joy was rising in the mind of the Psychic Warlock—after all, the old lich's bitter resentment was a sign of failure, and failure made it possible for him to intervene.

"Sue you, what can you help me with?" The Eater of Souls' voice was still so steady, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion, that Edward had to find a little evidence to guess his thinking in his choice of words and his current actions.

"A lot. ”

"You're confident. The lich stared at the psychic warlock in front of him, dead white eyes motionless in their sockets, only red flames dancing in the center of the dead flesh, and folded tentacles crawling disorderly across his jaw, allowing Edward to understand that he was thinking.

"Then why don't you go and see for yourself, and with your current strength, will you still be afraid to come to my mansion?"

This answer made Edward stunned.

The so-called mansion should actually be regarded as a city and a starting point...... And it was here that the Psychic began his incredible journey a few months ago.

- A journey in pursuit of power.

After a moment's hesitation, Edward gave up the thought and tapped his fingers. The god of the spatial door stretched out in front of him, bridging the two different positions, and as the Psychic Warlock took a step, the warm and cozy room at the top of the tower faded behind him, the icy dark rock cavern. and formed in front of him.

The power of the mind supported the psychic warlock's body out of thin air, allowing him to examine the place of his memories from a grand perspective.

It was familiar, indulged in the far end of the line of sight, layers of black and gray—huge stones piled up into a patchwork of tall buildings, piled up into a forest of towers. Stacked into countless spires, and on the dome, which was also shrouded in hazy darkness, countless drooping fangs and sword-like stalagmites were suddenly reflected.

Rocks, metals, runes and wall ornamentation, sculptures. The layout reveals the prosperity and noise that the spacious streets and alleys should have, and the little light in the darkness gives them a different, infinite majesty and solemnity.

It may be different from what I remember, that is, this is no longer the darkness without a trace of light, nor the silence without a trace of sound.

The light comes from the exhibition that covers the entire city. Blue, green, and dark purple light, derived from thin flames of the same color, burned and churned among the stalactites, and the flames of various colors seemed to be a sea of clouds in the buildings of those cities, blurring their outlines, leaving only those sharp tops, like a porcupine with a backstab, coldly proclaiming the rule that no one should approach.

But now there seem to be people who want to defy that rule.

Little by little, the vibrant colors form lines, slowly winding towards the center in the other corner of this giant hollow. The trickle gradually converged into a wide black shadow, as if a wolf pack had gathered together after seeing a huge prey. They surged silently, towards the spiky city.

But before they arrive in the city, they need to face. It's a dark river.

A strange noise came from there, and began to echo in this underground cavern, getting louder and louder......

"Good Fellow......"

Edward sighed in surprise.

What can make a Psicobite Lich feel resentful?

War, of course. There is also only war. A war that was forced in, forced to defend.

But an attack? to that Katzejek?

The Psychic Mancer tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know what expression he should make.

The connection between war and a spirit-sucking monster and a lich seems to be very weak, what is the need for a strange monster to participate in a war? What is the possibility that a strange monster will be affected by a war? The intersection of their great power and war should, in fact, and can only be used as the culprit, as the culprit, as the conspirator...... to start a war.

However, the reality is very different...... The city, occupied by Katzejek, is facing a ferocious attack!

The darkness spread like a river, and only at a very close distance did it reveal its true face—their bodies, which had long lost their skin and flesh, touched the ground on all fours, and charged forward with a strange movement! Their original humanoid bodies were so fast that they could even cross a distance of more than ten feet in a single leap...... The skull-like heads turned endlessly, the flames fluttering and burning in their eye sockets, unable to illuminate the strange dark red around them! and they were only an extension of the river, and behind them were even darker, grotesque figures, the bones and dead flesh combined into countless strange figures......

However, Edward's gaze did not pause for a moment on this magnificent river.

His focus is on the enemy......

A cyan monster with wings that was seven or eight feet long, it shook the tattered membrane on its wings, which could barely hold the wind, and circled forward, but with a sharp buzzing sound, with a shadow entwined with a faint blue light, shot directly through its head. A violent light turned into a raging flame containing positive energy, burning the unlucky undead creature to pieces in an instant.

The humming of the bowstring continued.

Dozens of white lights flew from afar, one by one, submerged into the black river, and ignited a burning flame in the midst of the army of the undead!

And so, the sound of the incessant explosion echoed in this vast and confined space, and it became an infinite number of times more noisy! The trembling light of the fire reflected the leaping shadows, driving away the thick darkness, and when the flame of light extended outward, it was as if the cliffs on both sides of the rift were burning!

But through the air that expands and distorts from heat and cold, Edward sees the shadows of humanity that are constantly converging.

The voices around him are gradually calming down.

Or rather, they converge and converge into a melodious sound. Vaguely reverberating, but eventually lingering.

We, we are an extension of the Empress's will.

We, we owe allegiance only to Her holy name!

Questioning is blasphemy, thinking is false, we just have to act.

We fight, we work, we serve, all our one qiē repays the Empress's expectations of us, and the fulfillment of her wishes is the only thing we want!

Her happiness is our reward, and her sorrow is our failure. She is our light in the darkness!

The dross of the world is driven by fear, and it is tossed before our doors, but it is destined to dissipate before her great will, the royal storm, and there is nothing to fight against!

The Divine Will of the Empress is like mountains, and they are like the waves that lap against the mountains. Even if it rolls in, it will definitely achieve nothing.

We are unstoppable. We are steadfast.

Let us, the voice hand-picked by the Empress, carry out our mission......

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The Psychic Warlock's eyes narrowed, and the silver eyes reflected the color of the convergence of the flames, which were countless dots of pink...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )