In any case, Xishu was happy to get Yi Chaint's approval. It's a bit magical to say that after killing each other, he found that everything between the three of them became better and better. Chief Lamere said that one should adapt to local conditions (this is not in the Angel Action Plan, so it may come from her previous identity experience) and do the right thing in the right place. So in the land of death, there is nothing more appropriate than becoming an undead and turning others into undead.
At this time, even though his mind was still a mess and he still didn't understand many things (he didn't give up thinking about the devil's evil plan), but successfully completing the task and killing the opponent undoubtedly weakened the vigilance this incident brought to him. sex), but the feeling is completely different.
For example, this dark room in the wheel has no scenery, the air is solidified, and there are lumps of solidified magma on the floor and yellow-green slime that makes it easy to enter and exit the Thinking Forest. The style of the wheel room is very different from that of Ji Zhi Lun. But it became more and more cute in his eyes.
The undead demon floated in front of him. Blinking at him. The light cyan flames in Yi Chaint's eyes became more ethereal due to the transformation into undead.
There was no physical need for him to blink at any time. This is a question.
This expression is familiar to Hishu by now. He hesitated for a moment. Angels have strict rank regulations (seems like devils too?). He should be his senior and can perform duties on him, require his title and specific interaction behavior, and put such trivial gadgets under On top of everything. But Shanchang·Ling has been emphasizing that the classes are distinct before death and the corpses are equal after death.
He wasn't particularly sure which rule to follow. Obviously, the new identity deserves more attention, but this identity is obtained precisely because of his previous identity.
"Shall I help you close the Wheel of Dispersion?" Ichaint, who had just been murdered, suggested. He seemed to be waiting for him to say something, but Xishu fell into a void and was unable to take the initiative to speak.
On the arc-shaped wall, the emerald window of the wheel room is still flashing the movements of the undead, some of which are organized troops, and some of which are specialists responsible for single-point elimination, rustling and making appropriate background sounds. ——This is what Shenchang·Ling promised to Chaint before. Anyway, after they all died successfully, most of the secrets disappeared.
The undead leader is currently in a corner not far from them, leaning between two pipes, stretching out all his hands to do part of the aftermath - taking the mud out of the filter. Whether in the world of the living or the world after death, these are the roughest jobs. You can ask other undead souls to do the stretching and lining of the intestines. But he didn't.
"Uh... ok." Xi Shu said.
Rarely, a heavy sense of responsibility arose in his chest (he didn't quite understand how this heavy thing could suddenly arise so easily, but it was a fact). He should do something. Just like after being his mourner, he carefully met his various requirements - at first he did have a little misunderstanding about the attitude of the undead, but later he understood that this is exactly what a mature dead person is. Respecting the performance of comrades - not making noises or giving arbitrary instructions is also a good aspect.
"Me too," he said enthusiastically, letting his body come forward - now he could command it with less concentration (as if it had truly become an extension of his body...ah. It was his Body, on the contrary, his body is...that's what it is anyway). The corpse moved close to the dead soul of Echaint, watching him operate the valves and clean the platform.
Like most others who operate with an expert expression, Xishu cannot understand the details of his behavior. But participation and companionship are important and part of the responsibility.
Besides, he now realizes why Shenchang·Ling likes Chaint so much. The Demon Duke is calm, tolerant and generous, and always ignores past grudges when working together. He is also very smart and knows a lot of things. The most important point is that usually guys with the above abilities don't have enough power: they either can't command enough resources smoothly, or they can't command themselves smoothly. But Zhante Xincades obviously has no such problem.
Who doesn't like him, who doesn't want to kill him?
He achieved this glorious achievement.
"Bring me the lens." San Zhiwun gradually slowed down, and Yi Zhante said to him kindly. "Of course." Xishu responded immediately. He wasn't sure if it was the first time - but such things were apparently quite rare in his career as an angel - that he was willing to listen entirely to another being out of approval and adoration.
The lens is placed on the pipe on the other side, within easy reach - Lan Du is already eager to try it and wants to do it for him. But Shishu was willing to show greater respect: he allowed his body to be taken personally and handed over to Ichaint.
"How is your plan going?" Xi Shu asked in a low voice. "Have you changed your mind now?"
"No." The undead demon said. He touched the handle of the lens and paused. Then it was allowed to rise over the stage. The Sanzhi wheel made a dull whistling sound, spinning slower and slower, and stopped after a heavy sound.
Only the image on the emerald window still flickered. The Necron troops are going well. Gradually submerge the surrounding turmoil into gentle suffocation. Xishu looked at them, then turned around to check.
"What are you going to do next?" he asked. "Maybe there will be a welcome ceremony later. Something." He smiled. "Didn't we pass by the auditorium just now? I have never participated in such a ceremony. Maybe..."
"The Hall of the Undead doesn't do this kind of thing." The demon's undead spirit said neatly.
"Ah...okay."
Xishu paused for a moment.
"Are you returning to the Source of Order?" Another thought came to his mind, causing him to ask. "They have tried many ways to save you. You should go back." He took the initiative to advise. "The benefits of the undead should be shared with them..."
He may have had a bit of a gaffe. Because Zhante looked away from the lens and stared at him. Um. benefit. It should be a problem with the word. Yi Chaint always paid attention to this little thing.
"Disadvantages. Okay. Whatever you like." Xi Shu said. "I'm going to destroy the other demons and the traces they left behind. So that's where I leave it to you. It's pretty much the same, right?" He smiled. "They originally wanted you to come back to them. And you go and bring them back and keep them with you, too. I can see them again."
"Oh." The undead demon said calmly. "Then how should I go back?"
"Go away like a dead spirit." Xishuqi said. "We don't have to go through such troublesome methods to rescue you before. At that time..."
He stopped. crack. He glanced to the side.
The rift opened by that rescue formula is still there. Thin, small, and weak. But it still exists, with a vague white air coming out.
(End of chapter)
