"Why?" Dosmas asked. After he asked, he realized that he didn't seem to want to ask that much. He kicked a hole in the wall and wanted to get out - Metz didn't stop him. He felt inappropriate. never mind.
"You don't need to know the answer to this question." The tone of the original Olympian Mage still seemed to have no tone.
"Yeah." Dosmas said. Put your face close to the hole. The wind blew outside the wall and was too cold for the devil, which made him feel less sleepy.
The air is very pure. Dosmas rubbed the bridge of his nose vigorously. "Oh." He suddenly had an idea. "You want to watch Wei Xing Qi Meng be destroyed?"
Metz certainly knew the answer to this question. But he didn't answer.
"You want it destroyed?"
Still no answer.
After waiting for a while, Dosmas shook his head.
"Andy. Dodie." He turned around and called. He definitely doesn't make decisions as quickly as dear grandpa. But he can do it when necessary. He is not stupid. Are these great lichs, pure death beings beyond the most powerful resurrection, really willing to be his servants? They come from all over the world and gather together just to follow the instructions of others? Isn't it possible that they were colluding with Metz, another necromancer who was of their own kind, who could understand each other, and who were equal to each other, and plotted against him or their respected grandpa Yi Zhanint?
Um. Andy, Dodie and Imetz, they're all in this together. Represents death against what is left. Nesis and Lanlewin are together, representing existence versus what is left.
It's too easy to think about it this way.
He had never thought of it that way. But he wouldn't mind accepting the change if it could be proven to be true. Dosmas didn't dislike Dean Yimetz of the Fifth Mathematical Olympiad Academy at all - he was quite interesting, reliable, knowledgeable, and interesting-looking. And after all, he was the leader with a keen eye who picked him out from a whole class of students and endowed him with talents. They are great to work with. But if necessary, he wouldn't mind taking him from life to death, or vice versa.
Andy and Dodi appeared almost immediately on either side of him like two scars in the air.
"Master." The lichs lowered their crowned heads and said respectfully in exactly the same tone. He sounded so well-behaved and showed no sign of resistance. "Waiting for instructions." Andy said. "For your hand," Dody said.
Dosmas circled them a few times and thought about it.
"No orders."
He shook his head at the lichs to dispel his doubts. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't at all confused about what he was doing. But he was too calm to bear the confusion.
"Wait. There are." He thought again and called the two lichs - it was a bit redundant. In fact, they had no intention of leaving at all. "Find me Willy Shaw. Bring him here."
This task did not consume the archliches long. They soon brought the humanoid version of Willy Shaw. To Dosmas' slight surprise, the brown beggar was also with him.
The surprise lasted only a moment. In this regard, it is difficult to compare him with Yi Metz - the original arcana mage has almost no ups and downs in emotions and does not show any expression. It was as if he had known that the brown beggar would appear here. "Sure enough, you still made the right choice. The choice of eternal life." Yimeiz just said lightly.
The hand-spreading monster looked at them blankly. Willy Xiao seemed to have been buried in some kind of embarrassment since his arrival, and he hesitated for a long time without saying a word.
"Borrow them for the time being." Dosmas finally discovered that the two sentences of the original Olympus Mage were all addressed to him.
"Please." He replied.
Andy and Dodie moved. Just hear Willy Xiaoguai scream. The two lichs caught the brown beggar, spread him out on a workbench in the center of the house, and pressed an almost invisible ice blade against his scalp, slicing it open from top to bottom.
There was another heartbreaking scream. Still from Willy Shaw. The cold light flashed lightly, and the ice blade flew up and down, bringing up condensed blood foam and bone fragments. Following the movements of the lich, the brown beggar turned into a neat pile of barren meat.
It didn't take long for Andy and Dodi to step back and stand with their hands down. One Metz drove the math table to the workbench himself, picked up the instruments and created data from the facts. Dosmas and Willy Shaw huddled together in the cool breeze. They stared at each other and blinked for dozens of seconds, until he began to suspect that they were not actually communicating about the same thing.
The room was still half empty. The decomposed brown beggar emitted vague gray smoke. Weathering in the air at a speed that can be observed with the naked eye. Yimeiz speeded up the work process, and the filled calculation papers were quickly stacked several feet high on one side. Soon Dosmas saw the original arcane mage let out a sigh of relief and blew away the excess dust on the workbench.
"How are the students doing?"
He thought for a moment before asking the question that seemed appropriate.
When Metz turned around, there were more wrinkles on the dry skin on his face than usual. Looked at him deeply.
"Yes." said the Olympian.
Dosmas looked at Willy Shaw and then at him. "What is it?"
"As I said, Wei Xing Qi Meng includes data backups of nine major planes from at least seven thousand years ago and from the fourth century at most." Metz said. "At the current time point, many data have even been lost on their original planes, and only the corresponding order on the Wei Xing Qi surface still exists and is passed down. If the Wei Xing Qi surface is infected by Jing and is fatally damaged, The nine planes have experienced many times of destruction, and the precious data that has been preserved to this day will be completely lost. Today, when the Yuhengzhe Garden has also been severely damaged, there is probably no way to restore them. Even if they are rebuilt, they will have to start from scratch. , there will be no trace of the past. All developments, advances, detours, regressions will cease to exist.”
"Oh," Dosmas said.
"Yes." Yimezi said expressionlessly. "We must wait patiently until the Plague of Silence brings the end of the tenth plane."
"Oh..." Dosmas nodded, and then said, "Huh?"
"This brown beggar." Metz gestured to the empty workbench. "The data contained in the major metabionts of the intestinal lining provide strong support for the current conclusions."
I knew it. Dosmas wanted to say. But he was in a calm and carefree mood, and he really didn't expect that he "just knew" anything. "Do you want the entire Wei Xing Qianmian to be frozen just to destroy the information in the Changchang Linfu creature?"
"The expression is not accurate enough, but when the error requirements are not high, it can basically be considered so."
"Didn't you just take notes?" Dosmas pointed to the stack of arithmetic papers. "The record will be passed down. You can't destroy it too, right? Even if you plan to, there are other things. There are always things that Jing can't take away." He suddenly thought of it and smiled. "For example, the two biographies of the master beside me. They contain a huge amount of inside information..."
"That-" Willy Xiao patted him on the shoulder.
