The Lich is a magical thing, he is a true immortal, and unlike the cell regeneration of trolls, the Lich will be burned to ashes by flames and will be turned into ribs under the greatsword.

However, even if the Lich dies 100 million times, like the Yoremi Season 2 commercial, the corpse can be lined up and circled the earth twice, and the Lich can be resurrected. It's not because of the lich Xinchun or the lich who buys off the author, but because of the lich's special body structure.

For example, the American Empire on Earth is very much in favor of unmanned attack aircraft, and why? Because no one dies. If the drone crashes, then build another one, and the operator sitting in the main base holding the gamepad will not die with the downed plane. Oh, and sudden death doesn't count if you play for too long.

The lich works the same way, their souls are stored in something called a life box, and they use the life box to control the outer body, no matter what the outside body is ruined, it will not affect the body inside the life box. Similarly, a Lich who dies suddenly after playing for too long does not count.

In other words, this thing is like a remote-controlled airplane, it is useless to shoot down the plane, and it must be terminated together with the airport to be effective. And the cunning lich always hides his life box in extremely secret places, so there are often some adventurers who do not destroy the life box after killing the lich, and end up being killed by the resurrected lich.

It is not excluded that some extremely obscene lichs disguise their life boxes as various objects, or create fake life boxes to deceive the innocent and young minds of adventurers, and then defile their bodies...... I mean, the corpse of the adventurer will be used to carry out the alchemy of the undead.

Conclusion: Lichs are very difficult monsters. Any adventurer should call the police in advance when confronted with such a thing. and called the chengguan and security guards for fire support.

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Wang Ming's hand reached into Yu Huang's clothes. Grabbed a hard, long thing.

"Xiaohuang, there shouldn't be such a thing on a lady~" Wang Ming pulled out the thing.

It was a thick, black ...... Uh, awls.

Wang Ming poured the fierce fighting qi into the iron cone, and cracks immediately crawled all over the surface of the vertebrae.

"This thing is your lifebox, right?"

The lich's face became very ugly...... Wait! Why does a skeleton with no flesh left have a face?

"You...... How did you find out!" Although the undead creature was relatively indifferent, seeing his own lifeline pinched in the other party's hand, the lich was indifferent, and his voice trembled a little.

"Hey, hey. It is true that the Lich can be reborn indefinitely, but each time it is reborn, it is not near the place of death, but near the life box, and the time required for resurrection is related to the distance from the life box at the time of death.

"But you're very cunning, I didn't even expect the life box to be on Yuhuang. At first I wondered if you had put it in the ground, but considering the hunters didn't know who you were. You should keep the crate in a place where you can move with you, not underground, or you will have to dig a pit every time you pull out the camp, which will definitely arouse the suspicion of your companions.

"And the most suitable place here, in fact, happens to be on the feather phoenix, after all, your task is to bring the feather phoenix back, so as long as you use your own mage as a mage before entering the city, you can retrieve the life box under the pretext of checking the condition of the prey. This way, you're also protected by the entire team.

"Moreover, even if I came to grab it, I would definitely not have imagined that the life box was hidden in Yuhuang's body. Very perfect plan. ”

Wang Ming raised his eyes from nowhere: "The truth, there is only one!"

Xinglian: "Mr. Detective, who dies wherever he goes, can the case solving stage be placed after the hanged criminal?"

"No, a prisoner cannot be executed without trial!"

"Actually, you just want to pretend to be B, right?"

The corners of Wang Ming's mouth twitched, and his idea was right.

However, the lich still maintains a posture of almost zero distance from Wang Ming at this time, as long as his hand is faster, he may be able to pinch Wang Ming to death and take the opportunity to turn the tables. These two guys actually chatted like this, and I have to say that the future is terrifying.

"It's impossible, I've been treated with a demon dispersal box, and no magic power will be emitted at all!

"Stupid, the feather phoenix has been locked in a magic cage for so long, and there is a scattered magic attached to his whole body, but this thing has not been stained at all, you really think my eyes are painted!"

Xinglian said impatiently: "Hurry up and dispose of it, do you know that this armor has poor ventilation!"

Wang Ming: "Breathable, you unscrew the No. 96 switch." ”

Xinglian did as he said, and pressed the button with the skeleton drawn on it in the operation interface.

At the moment of pressing, a long-dormant psionic circuit was activated, and the power of the dust for thousands of years surged, and the surrounding air was affected by the loop, and was sucked into several air intakes, merging into a small sac, which cooled the air, purified, and then passed into the armor, and the cold wave immediately filled all the space inside the armor.

A thousand years have passed, and a thousand years is enough to make China a semi-colonial and semi-feudal, and it is enough to destroy a high-quality air conditioner.

"Boom!" The cold air poured from the soles of his feet all the way to the Tianling Gai, and the feeling was as if he had jumped into a frozen river for three or nine days, and Xing Lian's two eyes were directly straight.

"How's that, isn't it cold!"

"It's cold through your sister's heart!Hurry up and blow it up for the old lady!" Xinglian roared wildly, without the image of a princess of a country.

Wang Ming was startled by the loud sound of one hundred and twenty decibels, and his fingers subconsciously contracted, turning the black and thick ...... Uh, the awl is crumpled into a puff of powder.

Lich: "No......"

"Go in peace, I'll spend the inheritance for you. ”

The blue soul fire in the lich's skull pulsed twice in disbelief, extinguishing like a candle in the wind.

Wang Ming stretched out his hand and poked at it: "Dead?"

Starripple walked over and scrutinized it with the detection magic that came with his armor.

"That's right, the dead can't die anymore, and the subway won't die so thoroughly. ”

Wang Ming: "Safety first. It's better to give it a quiz. ”

He pressed his hand to the lich's skull. The palms of his hands lit up with a circle of silvery light.

[Healing] is a first-level spell. For small wounds, it can be recovered instantly, and there are no scars and no sequelae, which can be described as good quality and low price. This spell that directs positive energy is a method of transforming positive energy into life force to heal wounds, but for those undead who are made of negative energy, it is similar to pouring sulfuric acid on you. Moreover, the effect of the treatment is obviously much stronger than that of sulfuric acid. Look, the skull was instantly eroded out of small holes by the silver-white liquid energy, and there was still green smoke floating there.

Lich: "It hurts......"

Wang Ming: "Bear with ......"

So the newly resurrected lich was once again killed under the impact of healing.

Starripple turned the shield of the power armor to maximum power: "What's the matter, isn't this guy's life box already scrapped?"

Wang Ming raised his head and looked up at the distant starry sky: "I once heard a legend that there is a special kind of lich that can divide his soul into many parts and store it in different life boxes, even if one or two life boxes are destroyed, it will not affect the safety of life. ”

The lich took over: "Yes, yes, I encapsulate my soul in several life boxes. Take two with me, and I'll keep the rest sealed all over the continent. Even if you can find another life box now, you won't be able to kill me. ”

Wang Ming muttered in a low voice: "The protagonist's old enemy appeared so soon, and it is much uglier than I imagined......

Xinglian: "He probably guards the door for his old enemy, how can he go out and don't even bring his younger brother?"

Wang Ming: "It's popular to bring an old man with you this year, right?"

Lich: "I'm hundreds of years old, so I'm an old man...... Phew, give that girl to me, I won't ...... her"

"Die, you weird uncle!"

Wang Ming held the seal of a child of destiny in his hand.

The lich was like an egg hit by a sledgehammer, and it exploded with a thud, and the splinters flew far away.

Star rippled and said, "Wow, crit." ”

The black gas condensed again, assembled into a complete lich.

Wang Ming looked at the lich coldly, his eyes like the coldest ice in the Far North.

Xinglian asked curiously, "What's wrong, are you scared?"

Wang Ming: "I found ......"

"What?"

"I found this guy...... No feet!"

Lich & Starripple: "......"

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"Actually, that's not what I found. Wang Ming said telepathically.

"What the hell did you find?

"No, I found out that this guy hasn't cast a spell so far. ”

The lich raised his hand: "Amiata...... Zege!"

Xinglian: "You're wrong...... Wait, what kind of spell is this?"

"Isn't it the only magic missile that has appeared three or four times?

Wang Ming dodged, hid behind the power armor with the feather phoenix in his arms, and the three missiles that shot out smashed into three dented pits on the armor's psionic shield.

Xinglian: "You're really wrong, and besides, you dare to use Miss Ben as a shield?"

Wang Ming carefully placed Yuhuang behind Xinglian: "Help me take care of her." ”

Then Wang Ming dodged again, turning into a phantom and shooting towards the lich.

He chuckled in a low voice, "Come on, come on, I don't believe that there is anyone who can fight with me!"

In this world, there have been many examples of low-level spellcasters overthrowing high-level spellcasters with spell combinations, but only low-level spellcasters have been crawling in actual combat for a long time, and high-level spellcasters only know the theoretical situation.

If it were the other way around, let's say the current situation, the low-level ones only knew the theory, and the high-level lich didn't know how many times they crawled around in the life-and-death moment, and the ending could be figured out even with their toes, right?

However, with an anti-heaven level master, Wang Ming is naturally qualified to say this.

Generally speaking, the elements of mage warfare include: the mage's IQ, the mage's magic cultivation, the mage's mastery of spells, the mage's experience, the mage's equipment, the mage's state, and the surrounding environment.

Although the ranking of the various elements of the important Cheng has been disputed for a long time, the most important of them - the IQ of the mage - is recognized as the most important condition.

"What is the most valuable thing in the Third Age of the Phantom Sea? talent? no, genius. ”

But then again, guys. Do you always think that the protagonist is a genius? Wang Ming's IQ barely reached the level of being able to take care of himself.

These reasons. It doesn't prevent him from beating his lich classmates into being unable to take care of himself.

When casting a spell, you must never say the name of the spell being cast - the first law of the magician

The wind blows from the distant sea, and after the purification of the forest, the saltiness of the sea has long been gone.

Wang Ming and the lich confronted each other, chanting a spell almost at the same time.

Exactly the same spell.

"Amiata...... Zege!"

"Amiata...... Zege!"

Two snow-white balls of light collided in the air, scattering fragments.

However, the Magic Missile is a very special spell that increases with the caster's level. Can shoot N missiles at once. In other words, the lich fired several missiles, and Wang Ming's missiles only stopped one.

Just as the lich was waiting to admire Wang Ming being beaten into a sieve, Wang Ming shouted.

"Lao Tzu is a battle mage who is like a fake!"

Three magic missiles were flicked off by the greatsword.

Lich: "Home run...... Is there any mistake that a missile with three times the speed of sound can be blocked!?"

Wang Ming: "Didn't the first two chapters still have an arrow at the speed of sound?"

Lich: "Who are we?"

Wang Ming: "Don't talk nonsense, I can't even remember the spell!"

The Lich was about to cast a Firestorm, and this kind of area spell wasn't something to dodge casually. However, the cost of range spells is extremely high, and even the lowest level of range spells are comparable to a mid-level spell.

Skipping the spells that cheated the word count, the runes corresponding to the elements were spliced together around the lich. Turns into a slowly rotating aura.

Wang Ming also skipped the spell of deception of the number of words, and illuminated his magic power on the rune opposite. One by one, they were summoned, but the runes were all floating in the air in a mess, and they were not spliced into a ring.

The lich raised the staff of dry bones in his hand: "Reduced to ashes, I don't know what to do!"

Wang Ming raised the deadwood staff in his hand: "You're too happy, you pile of ribs!"

"Don't follow me, bastard! Copy my spells, even the length of your speech?"

"Who said I copied your spell?"

This unnutritious conversation was finished in a very short time, and then the Lich's flame storm rose up around Wang Ming, and a huge tornado of fire enveloped Wang Ming's body......

"Idiot author, do you think a single firestorm can kill a great protagonist?"

Voices rang out from the darkness.

The expected flame storm did not appear, and the circle of flames that should have been tens of meters high under Wang Ming's feet jumped twice in the wind and disappeared.

As the runes around Wang Ming's body were extinguished one by one, the flames became weaker and weaker, and finally "pi-" (pronounced the same as "fart"...... It dissipated into a wisp of green smoke.

"What's going on? what about my Firestorm?" I asked anxiously.

The lich snatched the words: "What your firestorm, that's my firestorm, even if you are an author, you can't plagiarize the work of your character, even if you plagiarize the villain...... Where's my firestorm?"

Wang Ming looked up to the sky and smiled, as if he was in the late stage of mental illness: "Hahahaha, do you think that you can kill the enemy with high-level magic? I just used the same spell and used the technique of counter-magic on you." ”

The concept of counter-magic is a bit tricky to explain, but it's just the right time to cheat the word count.

Magic is the technique of using magic to create supernatural phenomena, for example, if I want to use food, it is to use magic to fabricate a bunch of food out of thin air. Based on this principle, it is theoretically possible to reverse the cast process to make food disappear.

However, the food that the other party created zào is an objective object that does exist in zài, and it is absolutely impossible for the "forbidden demon realm" to destroy an object that does exist zài, rather than a magical effect.

A little hard to understand?

Here's another simple example.

After the sperm and egg are fused, they will become a small life, which is equivalent to casting a spell.

When a little life is born, it is equivalent to a spell being cast.

When the little life is born, you have to kill the little life, and that is murder.

So, if you want it to disappear, you have to do it before it's born, or it's going to be a problem.

The principle of countering magic is equivalent to putting another essence when the essence is about to come into contact, but the energy nature of this essence is completely opposite to the original essence, and when the two essences come into contact with each other, it will be annihilated like antimatter, and a huge amount of energy will be released at the same time.

In other words, as long as you see through what the opponent's spell is, and then arrange your own magic in the opposite way, you can neutralize the opponent's rune sequence. And once the rune sequence that is the core of the spell is destroyed, then the spell is over.

Of course, in fact, it is not that simple to operate, the high-level spells are extremely long, and it takes a long time to arrange them in reverse, and when they are arranged, they don't know how many times they have died.

The spell of the Firestorm was simple and practical, and it was impossible for Wang Ming not to know that as for countering magic, why could this complex technique be mastered by a waste wood with an IQ of only half of the average human being...... It's good for you to be the protagonist.

"No...... My Firestorm, why are you gone, didn't we say we wanted to look at the stars together...... Phew, what am I talking about, eat me a big crack!"

An overwhelming array of underworld butterflies flew out of the rift in front of the lich, pale skull patterns fluttering with the violet's wings.

"What kind of cleavage is this! It's the gate of hell!"

Lich: "According to the First Law of the Sorcerer, you must never say the name of your spell when casting a spell...... This is the Great Split, whatever you say it's the Great Split!"

"It's the gate of hell, we have to be realistic. ”

"White lies are also allowed...... Eh, where are my gates to hell?"

Faced with the sudden disappearance of the spatial rift, the lich violated the first law of the mage in surprise.

"Now, you yourself said it was the 'Gates of Hell'. Good boys can't lie~"

"I didn't say I was a good boy! I'm a lich, a lich who kills without blinking!"

"Yes, very well, tell me aside, 'I'm a lich with pus on the soles of my feet and sores on my head, I peeked at women taking a bath at the age of five, forced women to peek at the bath at the age of six, and ...... at the age of seven.'"

"I'm a sore with pus on the soles of my feet and on the top of my head...... I'm a bad person, but I'm a bad person, and I tip every time I finish a bully meal!"

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What interrupted the lich's roar was a fireball.

―――――――――――― (To be continued......)