"Should we not use it anymore?" Xi Shu lowered his voice - yes. Just as he expected, there was a faint rippling sound. "Turn it off."
It took half a second for him to realize that he had just given orders to Ichaint. But unlike before, he no longer felt shame or guilt. Once again, self-taught. That's it. It was a new life (a new death. But weren't they similar?), and he grew rapidly in it. How about it?
"I'll help you shut it down." He proactively said to the undead demon. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the formula came to mind naturally. And by the way, there is also a method of stopping. Perhaps this was the legendary "enlightenment" that Chief Lamel once told him.
Um. This was the first time he felt like this.
This feels really good.
Shishu approached the crack. Try to remain as nonchalant as possible. No matter what, it seems that there is no need to hide the angels' rescue plan for Ezhaint and all the things they have laid out before. Even the discussion about evil with the Demon Duke just now can be told to him. why not? Is there anything that cannot be discussed between them? Realization dawned on him. Is there anything that cannot be discussed, judged, and voted on by a show of hands among thousands of undead souls? After all, they already belong to the same land. With the same properties. Home and enemies.
There is no longer any irreconcilable conflict between them.
It doesn't matter if you take out the contents of each other's stomachs and look at each other - this is a saying that the undead like, and he noticed that the guys behind the wings often use it when chatting.
However, after a brief thought, Xishu finally decided to keep it. As an innocuous shared secret with Echaint, a "friendship."
He also just learned this word. It is made up of similar backgrounds, connections and shared secrets. Now they have these three points. How about it?
He let the undead air flow slide through the gap. Activate the points above in the order of the recycling formula. Concepts, words and images slowly flowed through his mind. Not fast, but smooth. This time it was Chief Keqier who appeared in his mind.
Chief Kircher.
The angel commander, whose identity and abilities are invisible and always in a state of surprise, is the undead demon's best friend. Of course, those three points are also present between Kezier and Ichaint. He believes it. After the Source of Order was accepted into the underworld, the three of them were able to share these points as well.
Being able to form a friendship with Chief Ke Qier. How great would that be? This was an unexpected surprise. He believed that Chief Keqier's passion would never be swallowed up by the average blandness of the Deadly Land. He will definitely play a big, positive role. Just like he is anywhere.
The cracks are gathering together, but they haven't completely dissipated yet. The eyes are closed like a dying thing, and the eyelashes tremble slightly, as if struggling in death.
Shenchang·Ling didn't discover this little secret. Awesome. It will disappear silently in the tacit understanding between him and Ichaint. Just like the lies he told and the crimes he committed during his lifetime. It has become a precious memory... nothing more.
And Chief Lamere. While waiting for it to disappear completely, Xishu couldn't help but think again. The inaccessible, cold and rigid Commander Lamel. Will she become colder, more rigid and indifferent after becoming an undead? Or is it the other way around? Now he knows with rich experience (definitely rich experience. He has just experienced his own necromantic transformation, and also personally contributed to the necromantic transformation of Ezhaint, doesn't this count?), every individual joins death. There are huge differences in the process, and he is not going to make rash guesses.
And his other colleagues. Fellow angels in the rescue team. Eleven in total. He couldn't say that he was friends or brothers with them (he didn't know the exact meaning of the word brother until twenty minutes ago), but they knew each other and had known each other for a long time. Together they established the Wheel of Set. Together, they evaded attacks from demonic remnants, took turns on duty, and assessed each other's application of regulations.
It will no doubt be great to see them in their own camp again. They can be together. Not enough to form a small group, but we can help each other.
A group of undead angels. Um. He knows he is special. He was the first necromantic angel. The birth of the first Necromancer is extremely difficult. Just like the first Necromancer. It is a coin standing up. But with the first one. The second one will be much easier. Gradually it will even become a standard procedure. He is very confident in this (even more confident than Shenchang Lining is possible). He is convinced that he knows more than him on this matter - after all, he has the blessing of personal experience, but he is not proud. Such is the case among undead), his former colleagues will help him. They would once again be in a relationship that wasn't just friends or brothers. It’s just that there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates.
oh. correct. He now knew what the coin was for.
He couldn't wait to see them now. certainly. He has his own responsibilities. He is in no hurry. Just hope. Hope is unrequited and the chances are slim. It's like...
Xishu blinked. The crack exploded like a suddenly cracked wound.
Somehow, his wish came true. White light flickers. He had to step aside to avoid the blinding light (strange. He had never found such light blinding before). After the most dazzling moment passed, Commander Lamel, Commander Keqier, and all the angel colleagues in the eleven rescue teams appeared in front of them.
He stretched his intestines and made a vague bubbling sound. He fell down and turned into a pool of pus, which instantly covered half of the inner chamber of the wheel and spread towards the angels. Xishu looked at the soles of their feet. As long as they step on one point, the power of death that pervades the chamber in the wheel will accept them. And he will be the best guide.
Any conflict that occurs in between will just be an interlude, like...
They didn't step on the ground. Xi Shu was surprised to find out. "Pull off your skin and peel off your bones" is correct. They stood on the demon's solidified magma blood and dense skin, keeping them isolated from the ichor.
"Lens... Scattered Wheel..." said the Changchang Lin in the pus.
right. As soon as his consciousness moved, Lan Du moved. Together with half of the undead comrades behind him, it rushed toward the lens in Zhaiint's hand. The Demon Duke stood there, motionless. The sinuous hands of the undead passed through the lens. Unable to pinch it.
"Ah. You shouldn't have touched it first." The demon smiled at him. "After being touched by your body, they are no longer worthy of controlling it."
The devil holds a lens in one hand. The other end of the lens is held by his body. Xishu opened his eyes wide. To recall your body. Flesh and blood refused to obey him.
"Bai Di." Chief Lamel's cold voice sounded. He shouldn't feel scared anymore. Isn't it? "You will be punished."
"No need," said Ichaint. "It's just part of the plan."
"Uh. That's right. Then..." Ke Qier said.
"How is it?" Xi Shu interrupted him sharply. Respectable and amiable Chief Keqier. He would never blame him. An evil plan...may be afoot. But so what? "We are already dead. He, me, and all the undead. Do you want to kill us again? Even if you rescue him..."
"That's right." Icha said. "We can't kill you anymore. Not one of you.
Therefore, we are going to resurrect you all. "
(End of chapter)
