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Nestled in the bones, on the throne of the dead......

The young man on the throne changed from a cheek to a straight seat, and his cold gaze swept over every cunzi standing in front of him. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

And the mere sight of the sight is enough to make the mundane tremble.

It was a pair of eyes that had seen hell...... For a while, probably everyone could only think of this sentence in their minds, to describe each other's eyes - that strange red, and the gloomy black layered on top of each other, like a fire in the depths of hell. Almost any creature who looked directly at him could feel that cold fear from the depths of his soul, so cold that it turned into some kind of hot burning pain.

A dozen or so remaining soldiers sat down and knelt down one after another, their invisible gazes with irresistible power...... Even the mage was no exception, he retreated in panic, then tripped over a piece of bone, his eyes hollow, his lips limply opened and closed, as if he wanted to recite a spell, but before he could exit it, it turned into a messy murmur.

As for the young earl, although he didn't seem to be out of the ordinary, after a slight hesitation, he suddenly fell to one knee.

Of course, not everyone would be overwhelmed by the fear and pain, and the flames on Elena's body surged, keeping the temperature within a few feet of her surroundings at the right level, while the half-elf silently took a few steps back, making herself invisible in a cloud of light. On the other side, the Psychic Warlock's black robe trembled slightly, and he was silent for a moment, but in the end he just stood still, not moving.

"Interesting, funny...... In vain, I moved the space and sent you directly here. The young man on the throne spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of joy, like a child who had seen a novelty toy.

"Two beautiful girls with God's attention, good strength...... It's just that in this place, your gods can't give you more help. As for talking about you. Mortal. You're Bane, the offspring of that stupid bear? There will be a beautiful grandson like you. ”

He slowly shifted his gaze, examining them one by one, and finally landed on the face in the shadow of the black robe.

"It's a Tumenes. A mage. Or is it a wanderer? both, and neither, interesting to save...... It seems to have some, familiar flavors, well, it's nostalgic, some kind of power. ”

Edward was silent—actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but the power of the invisible. But it hung over his head like a mountain—it was a huge, indifferent will, which spread, squeezed, and stabbed in the void, and tried to break through Edward's mental defenses, and the telemancer had to gather all his will to barely be able to contend with it!

"So. Here you are. What do you want to do, what do you want to get?"

"Yes...... Yes, 陛xià. I want ......"

The little earl's voice trembled. Not only fear, but also the urge to get excited, but Edward interrupted him first. The silver light in the psychic sorcerer's eyes flickered, and it seemed that it took a lot of force to spit out every word.

"You...... Is it Isgandar?"

"Not bad. The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth became even bigger, and Qing Yue's voice echoed in the white bones: "I, it is the king of heroes, the thousand-year emperor, the king of the world, Isgandar!"

......

Hero King ...... That guy should at least be golden...... No, which bastard arranged this idiot encounter?

Edward cursed inwardly with a groan.

The power of Murphy's Law will always come into play inadvertently...... In fact, as long as you think about it from another angle, the answer is obvious. Since this is the labyrinth of the god Pan, the mausoleum of Isgandar. So who else but himself can go to such great lengths to show off his strength?

But......

If it weren't for the fact that all the spirits were dealing with the coercion that surging up like a tidal wave, the Psychic Warlock would probably have lashed out - how much trouble it had become to come to find the treasury of Isgandar and run into someone's real body......

What the little ghost said before, if there is any soul connection, if there is a part of the truth, then the guy in front of him should indeed be Isgandar...... of the undead. Edward had already suspected that such a powerful figure could not pass away so simply - even the priest of the evil god could be transformed into a lich as long as he was strong enough to do so, not to mention, according to those legends, the emperor also possessed the nine powers of the gods?

So what to do?

Isgandar claims to be favored by the gods, and how can he be compared to ordinary people? Back then, the empire may have used the power of the whole country to seal it in this special plane-since the seal cost so much, with his own few unfashionable figures, if he wanted to defeat him? I'm afraid it would be a fool's dream at all!

Moreover, looking at his appearance, he can already easily change the combination of the surrounding spaces, that is to say, he has at least mastered some of the laws in this half-plane, even if he wants to escape, what is the possibility?

"Yes, Majesty...... What am I here for...... I hope, I hope to be able to gain the power of my ancestors, to follow your banner, to proclaim your glory......"

"It's funny to follow my banner, and what kind of expression would the most determined stupid bear have when he rebelled against me when he heard this......?

Youth...... The undead of Isgandar let out a sneer. "Do you want power? Yes, I will give you power, and since you can't reign on the earth again, let my power fulfill my unfulfilled wishes. But this power is not given to the cowardly, once you go against my will, the power will be stripped away, so can you still take the oath?"

"Yes, I swear ......"

The little earl gritted his teeth, and spit out an oath without hesitation - the first thing everyone sees in front of interests is mostly interests rather than risks behind, not to mention that they have to fight for reform, since there is such a rich reward, then the risks that need to be taken seem to be a bit too much. Especially for those who think they have nothing left.

He stretched out his hand, and there was a faint halo of light, and the icy blue luster outlined clearly in the air, and the mysterious symbol, with a slight turn, fell into the little count's arms.

"Open your heart and mind to accept it. Become one with your soul. You can get that power. Then, use it to bring war to that world, people. Wealth, land...... Go conquer, go destroy. Will be a qiē in the world. All of them will become the property of the Empire, and they will become the property of me!"

“...... Ahhh

As soon as the symbol touches the body, it dissolves!

The little count let out a scream, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock! In a moment, a cold wind suddenly burst out around him! The bones on the ground crackled, and the pale frost spread around him, and when he opened his eyes again, the tiny snowflakes had already condensed in the space around him, and the child waved his hand...... So an icy wind coalesced in his hands. Stretched, elongated, and with a small thorn, it pierced a bone ornament next to it, splashing bones and squirting ice edges!

Edward arched his body slightly, tensing every nerve and muscle, although the power was built up by the icy cold. He could feel it, that weird, freewheeling power. It's almost exactly the same flame as the Scarlet Knight!

"Stop!" the holy warrior suddenly let out a low roar: on the long sword in his hand, the holy white flame rose, "You...... Imprisoning a part of his soul?"

"Since you want to get it, you should pay the corresponding price, isn't it common sense in the world?" The young emperor sat up straight and responded casually, but his gaze did not leave the silver eyes: "Since you have arrived here, presumably, you are also interested in my strength?" Well, the pursuit of power by the strong is the driving force for their survival...... Well, I can also give you power, although you don't have the bloodline connected to me. ”

"I'm not interested in the power that is in the hands of others, no matter how strong it is, it's just a shackle. Edward stepped back, his spiritual power had been released to the maximum: "In this world, only power can dominate a qiē, and what you will want is the power that can dominate a qiē." ”

"A strong force can dominate a qiē, but the power is not a qiē, hmm...... What's more, you're not as strong as you think. Edward's footsteps were still receding, his voice trembling, but unusually firm, he stared at the other man's face, his right hand had slowly touched his left hand, and he held it on the tiny bracelet.

He had now determined that this guy's train of thought was obviously not normal.

It is not for nothing that undead creatures are called distorted beings - they are usually corpses and souls driven by negative energy, but negative energy is a combination of the baked beings in the multiverse, hatred, sorrow, pain, ruin, and so on, and it will inevitably be eroded by it as long as they come into contact, and all that remains is the instinctive hatred of the living. The memories, feelings, and persistent ideals of life all turn into nourishment for this hatred and fanaticism at this moment.

Isgandar was probably betrayed by his subordinates and died, how could such a relationship be transformed into peace? What's more, this guy in front of him has been bound by the labyrinth for hundreds of years, and there may not be any form of communication at all during this period, even if his spirit is normal, he may become crazy in the end!

Edward had no interest in becoming a puppet of his crazy revenge**, no matter how powerful the power he bestowed.

"I'm afraid, it's up to you to choose......" The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth became a little indifferent, and a subtle gray condensed at his fingertips, pointing at Edward's body.

"Stop!"

In the midst of the shouts, Elena flew up and jumped up, unfurling three pairs of beautiful wings behind her, at this moment the body of the holy warrior was as dazzling as the sun, and with a light jump of the body, the neat bones on the ground melted like snow!

But there was no such fierce confrontation as imagined.

"Well, that's good. ”

As if enjoying the amazement of the human race, the corners of the young emperor's mouth curled up in a delightful arc - he only raised one hand, and he stopped the sun-like blade!

The arms stretched out from the luxurious robes were unarmed, slender, fair, and delicate enough to make the noblewomen jealous and resentful, but no matter the blazing flame or the sharp blade, they could not advance a single inch before the wrist of this frost and snow!

"Humans who dare to swing their swords at me, seven ...... No, for eight hundred years, you are the first. I have to say that it is also a god-given power, and it can indeed protect you. The young man smiled: "Little girl." Nice weapons...... It's a pity that you're still too weak. It's almost impossible to exert half of its power. ”

"Void!" he shouted, and the space around him really bowed down to his orders—the space collapsed in the center in that instant. Like a flattened box, the human figure restraining the air "Freeze!" The second word was spoken, and the cold wind around him appeared! That's an extension of space. Countless ice crystals! They had gathered in the blink of an eye, turning into spikes of flickering cold light, stabbing towards the sealed paladin!

"Elena!" Edward let out a low roar, and his mental power burst out with all his might! Reverse the time, change the rules, and the paladin's body disappeared in a flash of silver light in the next moment! Burst to become the powder of the day!

The time leap relieved the paladin of his imminent crisis, but the powerful sense of oppression in his spirit suddenly returned like a tsunami, and Edward's breath stagnated, and he almost fell like this!

In the next moment, the paladin's body reappeared in a dazzling glow, and she flipped in the air, bursting out with a sharp blade of light, but it was still worthless, and the decoration next to the Throne of Bones melted like snow in the light. But the young emperor only narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You're really different. It's an interesting power, it doesn't alarm the magic web, but it can use such a strange ability. The young man slowly rose from the dust of the wreckage of the throne, and narrowed his shining eyes:

Edward couldn't help but feel a tingle in the back of his head, and he instinctively jumped forward, so a large flame burned on the skeleton, and countless blades appeared out of thin air, clicking into the ground behind him, and several criss-crossing rifts immediately appeared in the ground!

"Well, well, it's supposed to be a really fun game, it's a shame that it's just you and me. The young man withdrew his finger and waved it in the air, and a large blue-blue flame ignited in the air, and the lines outlined a clear shadow, several of which were the four humans he had encountered before, and the others were a group of twisted and terrifying, undead beings.

"You seem to have some less interesting companions, just ordinary people, who have power, but they are not interesting at all. He smiled, "Still, it's not bad to use as an embellishment for a game." ”

With a faint click, the door behind everyone closed, but then it burst open with a loud bang!

Several huge monsters flew into the doorway with a loud noise, smashing the two exquisite altars into large pieces of scattered bones!

"What is this place?"

The same huge reddish-brown figure immediately broke in! The tense muscles made this guy look a little taller than the form he had shown before, and even a few feet wider, but looking around, the countless piles of delicate bones made the giant man take a breath of cold air: "Terrible power...... The power of death!"

"Strong negative energy, almost condensed ......"

The young man named Tiberius Gracchus then stepped through the door and surveyed his surroundings—his posture perfect and haughty, even though he looked like he had been through the same battle. Only when his eyes fell on the figure on the throne, his body trembled involuntarily, and after a long pause, he let out a low whisper: "I can't believe it, that's the emperor...... Is it Isgundar himself? Is this an illusion?"

"It should be an entity, I don't see any illusion here, Your Highness. ”

The old mage and the cloaked woman immediately stepped into the hall, and a series of spells shone around him, but his voice couldn't help but be heavy: "And the expression of this power is also in line with the accounts that have been handed down. It's just that he's obviously not a human anymore, so be careful. ”

"Well, this time, it's that Zorgen's bloodline, that cunning old red dragon? No, it's not just that, there's something else...... Almost all the bloodlines of those people?"

The figure on the throne finally stood up slowly. And the powerful energy also sprung up in all directions: "You are also the seeker of my strength?, although it is too simple and boring...... However, I can give you strength. What do you want? the same as your bloodline, the master of the skies, or the sower of dead ashes?"

"I ......," the young man's brow furrowed deeply. Before he could say anything, Edward had spoken first.

"It's best not to listen to him, otherwise, you will only end up as a puppet of his control, repeating the mistakes of your ancestors and starting a new round of war on the continent in his place. The paladin was already standing by Edward's side, and his glorious wings allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief from the heavy pressure: "The way to get power is not just to ask,"

"If it's really Iskandar the Great, then your idea can only be a ridiculous extravagant hope. ”

The old mage spoke, he raised his gaze, his pale brows trembled slightly: "Legend has it, he has the favor of nine divine powers, even if it is a low-level god, in front of him, it is just an equal existence. We can only pray for his strength and become his dependents, otherwise, we will only be ruined. ”

"I believe that Isgandar has a power that can terrify even the gods, especially in the main matter plane where the gods will be suppressed. Nine different powers, enough for a mortal to become a god as well. But you can't do that. Edward stared at the figure and said word by word:

"You're not Isgandar at all, to be exact, you're just a part of him, born through the mutation of divine power, an individual with some of his memories. Or maybe you have completely reinvented it based on some parts, a mental body, a residual mirror image!" (To be continued......)

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