Wang Qinian only now found out that he is a lich very sad, he is an incomplete breed, physiologically he is a lich, he still has a little luck, although he feels that he is a lich, there is no pain in the physical senses, not even feelings, the feeling is just a soul perspective, it is more weird, but Wang Qinian doesn't mind too much, becoming a lich is to pay the price, this is his choice.

However, a lich who did not have a life box was like a blow to the head, and he trembled and smashed the torn life box together, Mithril and obsidian were no longer effective, the magic circle carved on them had long since been torn apart, and the soul of Nicholas Andrew had long since gone to meet the so-called god of the underworld.

Wang Qinian stretched out his hand, made a gesture, and chanted a spell in his mouth, but there was no movement, this is not the magic of the necromancer, but the ordinary fireball technique, the difference between the lich and the general necromancer is that the lich can not be used at all in addition to necromancy, and the magic of other departments can more or less use some commonly used magic, that is, the water mage, can also send out the fireball technique, although the power is very small, but with the spell, it can call the magic element.

Wang Qinian tried other common magic in various departments, his heart was still sinking, he was still not at ease, and recited in his mouth: "Death is the belonging of all things, bone cage technique!" A burst of black mist rose, and the white bones in front of him appeared out of thin air, layer upon layer, forming a bone cage, and he then dispersed the bone cage.

He was so sure that he was no longer a necromancer, but a lich, and his physical and magical features proved that he was a lich, but he did not have the lich's roots, the life box.

Wang Qinian was powerless to sit on the ground, if anyone destroyed his body now, he might not be able to fall back again, and there was another question, how long would this shell of his last, Nickles Andrew was transformed into a lich, and a large amount of life essence in this body had long been lost with the transformation.

He sat on the ground blankly, it was the middle of the night, Wang Qinian didn't know that at the moment of Nickles Andrew's death, the servants were also like being hit, one by one they shrank up from exhaustion, and their bodies seemed to be pierced by a big hook, and they broke out in a cold sweat in pain, but they were limited to Nickles Andrew's obscenity, and they didn't dare to shout.

After a while, the pain passed, and they also felt that a layer of shackles was missing from their bodies, and in their hearts, the signed servant contract disappeared at once, and they could no longer feel it, and a sense of freedom came back to them, and somehow, the death of Nickles Andrews did not kill them, although it supposedly did.

The servants didn't know what was going on, but the disappearance of the contract made their hearts come alive all of a sudden, they didn't voluntarily become the slaves of Nickles Andrew, but under the pressure of the magic contract, as long as Nickles Andrew's thought was a thought, they couldn't survive, they couldn't die, they didn't dare to express their dissatisfaction at all, they couldn't even think about it, and now the shackles disappeared suddenly, they couldn't adapt for a while, and they carefully revealed a little dissatisfaction, and there was no reaction.

They couldn't believe it, one of them gritted his teeth and cursed Nickles Andrew in his heart, almost unbelievable, there was no reaction at all, he was ecstatic in his heart, but he held back, as if the contract was gone, he lay down and didn't move, he didn't know what was going on with the others, he didn't dare to squeak, he didn't know what was going on, but he definitely didn't expect that Nickreux Andrew was dead, because they made a contract, if Nickles Andrew died, they wouldn't be alive either.

In another room of the castle, there was a teenager asleep, he was Alan Watson, the apprentice of Nickreux Andrew, he was not asleep, ostensibly asleep, but he was awake, he knew that Nickles Andrew was performing the Lich Transformation Ritual, but Nickles Andrew did not allow him to watch it, and the Lich Transformation Ritual did not allow him to be the slightest difference.

He is a fourth-level necromancer, who has just stepped into the elemental sensing level, but Nickles Andrew didn't notice it, he was bent on revenge, he didn't pay attention, thinking that he was just a magic apprentice, he was now faced with a choice, the teacher has been retaliating against the Creator like a madman in the past few months, he knows that the Creator is a desperate giant monster, and he has to think about himself.

In Tyronsi, although the Founding Bishop regarded other gods as heretics, he treated magicians differently, no matter what kind of magician, as long as you are loyal to it, it can also accept it, calling it the Lamb of the Lost, this practice has made the church gain a large number of talents, even necromancers are no exception, but if transformed into a lich, it is a standard heresy, because human life is prescribed by the creator, and the lich has challenged this iron law.

Alan Watson didn't want to be buried for Nickreux Andrew, and once Nickles Andrew's transformation into a lich, he was completely against the Creator Bishop, and he decided to betray Nickles Andrew.

Wang Qinian's mind is very messy, an eighteen-year-old boy with very shallow life experience, although he has the life experience of Nickles Andrew, but it is a memory, and it cannot be transformed into Wang Qinian's life experience for a while.

After a while, he straightened out his thinking, after many years of ** on the hospital bed, Wang Qinian was a lot stronger in the pain, things have come to this point, now he has hands and feet, and a body of magic, no matter how you say it, you have to fight.

As soon as he made up his mind, there was a resolute look in his eyes for the first time, he was going to leave immediately, but now he decided to teach the Creator a lesson, he is an earthling, he doesn't believe much in religion in the first place, and unconsciously, unlike the natives, he looks up to God.

With him as a lich, plus the knowledge explosion that he has experienced in the past eighteen years on earth, what kind of conspiracy and intrigues, he has no scruples psychologically, and there are still some chivalry in this world, but he doesn't have it.

Wang Qinian felt the body, the blood of the lich's body is not not running, but extremely slow, there is an indescribable energy, the body temperature is close to the ambient temperature, in a word, the lich is a special creature, the body consumption has been out of the normal mode, the decay of the body has become very slow, similarly, if you are injured, the festering of the wound will not affect the activity for a long time.

Wang Qinian cleaned up the altar and began to calm down, there were still two months to go, he had to face the deacon of the Inquisition, although he was a lich, but compared to the huge Creator Bishop, he was still too small. However, it is not reconciled to give up here directly, even if you want to leave, you also have to teach the Inquisition a lesson, since you can't dodge, then let the guys in the Inquisition not underestimate themselves.

After making up his mind, Wang Qinian came to his alchemy room, saying that it was the alchemy room, but it was better to say that it was a biological anatomy room, and all kinds of specimens in it were basically some dark monsters, as well as the corpses of two devils, and some body part specimens.

Wang Qinian looked at it for a while, shook his head, and went out, and went to the storage room again, and what caught his eye was a bronze cannon, which was the collection of Nickles Andrew, the world was in a kind of late Middle Ages, artillery had appeared, in the army, the use of artillery and muskets was very common, but the power was not satisfactory, mainly arquebuses and bronze cannons, but the use of alchemy gunpowder, the accuracy was much worse, the general magician was not interested in this, for magicians, personal magic is more reliable, and much more powerful.

Wang Qinian's heart moved, this collection was on his appetite, he came from the technologically advanced earth, unconsciously biased towards firearms, and was busy at the moment, found out the gunpowder, as well as the corresponding shotgun, and a flintlock handcuff, but it could only be fired once, and a sinister smile appeared on the zombie-like face.

Wang Qinian was looking through the collection of Nickles Andrew, he had never imagined a head-to-head contest, relying on his magic and the deacons of the Inquisition to have a fair duel, unless he was far superior to his enemies, he would not hesitate to use any means.

Wang Qinian still has no self-confidence, and he doesn't believe that he can win with his magic at all, which is not to blame him, who called him from a place where magic is just a legend.

Wang Qinian turned out a thing shaped like a cane, more than a meter long, and a monster head at one end, a kind of snake lizard monster, which looked like a magic staff, Wang Qinian knew from Nickles Andrew's memory that this was not a magic staff, but a sword in a staff.

He drew his sword, a thin sword, similar to a stabbing sword, the body of the sword was forged of a hundred forged steel, and the sword body had a magic array outlined by Mithril, it was a magic sword.

He stabbed forward, and the magic poured into the sword, and the gray light on the sword rose, and an inspiration flashed in his mind, and he stopped, yes, why not disguise himself as a swordsman, or an ordinary mage.

As soon as this thought came out, it was irrepressible, and his mind suddenly seemed to open his mind, and he began to plan his identity as a fugitive, he could not appear as a lich, nor could he show necromantic magic, but he could not perform anything other than necromantic magic.

This is difficult for Wang Qinian, or it is not a problem, because in this world, there is already a precedent to be found, and this is the magic array to complete the transformation.

Wang Qinian said just do it, he held a candle, took some tanned monster skins, and came to the alchemy room again, anyway, the lich doesn't need to sleep, he is in the real room, made two bracers, this idea is not in this world, after outlining the magic array with the blood of the monster and Mithril, after thinking about it, he added another layer to it, covering up the magic array.

After making a bracer, put on the bracer, chanted a spell in his mouth, said a fireball, a fireball appeared, dispersed the fireball, and estimated the power in his heart, which was about equivalent to a fifth- or sixth-level magician.

That's not enough, it's time to hide your identity completely.