Longtou raised his head blankly, stuck out his tongue and licked his gums, then stared blankly at the dozen broken teeth on the ground, a little confused, why did the teeth fall out? Have cavities?
It is hard for it to believe that its teeth were broken by something else. Even a piece of iron cannot break its teeth.
A beam of light shone on its body, containing scorching light and holy power. It peeled off a large piece of its skin, as if strong acid had been poured on it.
Forget it if it was concentrated acid, the Lich's body couldn't feel the pain, but what's even worse is that the holy power of light directly hurts the soul, burning it until it screams in pain.
But as soon as the wailing sound came out, boom! A roar exploded in its soul, and the impact made it dizzy - soul shock.
Although the soul was dizzy, the Dragon Lich's heart suddenly became excited. The enemy's soul impact actually shocked it. This meant that the opponent's soul was stronger than it. How could it be possible?
It had quietly observed it when it first woke up. The people present were all small humans and a flying little yellow book, and no one seemed to have a strong soul.
If you have a soul that is more powerful than it, you must at least be bigger than it, right?
Unfortunately, the one with the strongest soul here was not the one who had the soul impact. After the little zombie threw out the soul impact, he stood up and rushed forward. The armor turned into a shoulder armor and hit the Dracolich's neck with his shoulder.
The dracolich's neck was twisted at an incredible angle.
Negris subconsciously shrank his neck. After shrinking, he realized that he had no neck. Its body was thrown into Beifeng City, and it was now in the form of a little yellow book.
If it were a living dragon, with such a twist, the neck would probably be broken.
The dracolich's neck was not broken, and it was swinging around trying to lift it up.
An archangel's staff with holy light struck its head, hammering its head to the ground.
"Ouch~~" The Dracolich roared in pain, trying to stand up on all fours, but found that his body tightened.
Turning his head to look, he saw a series of pale hand bones pierced through the ground at some point, trapping it tightly on the ground.
Nigris was shocked: "Abyss of Bones! Didn't you say you can't use Abyss of Bones?"
Ange tilted his head: "No."
As he continued to cast spells, more hand bones continued to come out of the ground and clasped every scale on the Dracolich's body.
It is indeed not the Abyss of Bones. The Abyss of Bones is an eighth-level area group magic. Ange is a single person. One magic summons a hand bone.
"Zobada, you're so perverted, you used single-target magic as group magic." Nigris scolded excitedly.
The individual hand bones were forcibly used by Ange to form an abyss of bones, firmly controlling the Dracolich on the ground.
The little angel carried the Archangel's Staff and hammered the Dracolich down and down. The additional damage from the Holy Power of Light impacted and burned its soul every time. It hurt wherever it was struck.
The little zombie ran, bumped its cheek, jumped up, bumped its cheek, flew over, bumped its cheek, and forcefully knocked a crack into the Dracolich's hard facial bones.
The little zombie was satisfied, turned around, ran up and hit its chest, boom! boom! boom!
Durokan angrily put down the Midas Rod, and Antony put down his scepter angrily. There was no need for them anymore.
Du Luoken was even more surprised and said: "The soul impact of the little zombie just now was so violent. Is its soul so strong?"
"Of course, you don't even know how many good things it has swallowed." Nigris said angrily: "The two of them, plus the little ghost, have swallowed many good things. Their souls are so strong, you I thought its death breath shock wave was released casually."
Under the gang fight of the three Anges, the Dracolich could not stand up again, and its counterattack was interrupted. The little angel hammered its soul until it was extremely painful. After beating it for a while, the Dracolich sent out a painful soul message: "Don't fight. Stop fighting, I surrender, I surrender, I surrender, I surrender."
The little angel and the little zombie retreated, leaving only Ange still casting spells. The bones in his hands continued to increase, clasped together, and tightly wrapped around the Dracolich's body - a combined version of the bone cage.
After getting a chance to breathe, the Dracolich said angrily: "Who are you? I am the Dracolich Gadrigo under Gust, the Speaker of the Parliament of the Dead. Who are you?"
Anthony stood up and asked with a smile: "Gadrigo? Do you remember what happened?"
"What happened?" Anthony's question immediately brought back Gadrigo's memories. He soon remembered that he rushed towards an airship, and then the annihilation ball on it exploded, and he knew nothing.
"Am I knocked unconscious?" asked Drigo.
"Dead," Anthony said.
"Impossible, I'm dead, then who is talking to you now? Stop joking, it's not funny at all." Gadrigo said angrily.
Anthony turned to Ange and saluted: "My lord."
Ange nodded: "Ouch!"
The little angel was so excited that he swung the archangel's staff and beat Gadrigo again, making him scream in agony.
The holy power of light and the aura of death restrain each other. Similarly, the damage caused goes directly to the soul. No matter how hard Gadrigo's skin is, his soul will be in pain.
Gadrigo finally understood his situation and wailed quickly: "It's funny, it's funny, it's too funny, please joke more, don't fight, don't fight."
The question resumed, and Anthony said: "You can look at your heart and then feel the soul connection."
Gadrigo turned his mind to his body and saw the phylactery inlaid on the heart. Then he sensed the soul connection and found that all soul connections were interrupted, whether it was with its master or the people under his command and it. Interrupted.
Gadrigo was a little doubtful at this moment: "Am I really dead?"
Anthony nodded.
"You resurrected me through a phylactery? How is that possible? Is there any phylactery suitable for me? Even if there were, it would be too late to install the phylactery after I was dead. Even if it were late, the phylactery would not be able to cut off the connection between the soul. "Gadrigo didn't believe Anthony's lies at all.
Because the phylactery reborn has many flaws, such as not being as big as Gadrigo and unable to fit its heart, the Dracolich does not have a phylactery.
Even if you are reborn with a phylactery, it is impossible to break the soul connection, because the phylactery also has a soul connection. Even if the main soul dissipates, the soul connection of the phylactery will still be maintained.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be possible for the people with soul connections to escape from the control of the master's soul through this method?
"Whether you believe it or not, this is the fact, sir, let it wake up." Anthony turned around and saluted Angel again.
The little angel enthusiastically went up and beat it up. The dracolich's big size had the advantage of being able to bear the beating. The little angel liked this kind of punching bag so much.
Well, another beating for Gadrigo for 'believing' Anthony's lies.
"So, we saved your life." Anthony said.
"Yes, yes, thank you for saving my life. I will definitely repay you. Let me go now, and I will give you all my belongings at home when I get back." Gadrigo said flatteringly.
Anthony smiled: "Do you think I am a fool? My lord."
Got beaten again.
The attitude is insincere, beat, yin and yang, beat, not entirely true, beat, cover up and hesitate, beat, and so on, Gadrigo is about to suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.
And Anthony was like carrying a soul scan, and his psychological changes could hardly escape Anthony's eyes. It revealed all the questions Anthony wanted to know, and racked his brain for memories that he had not asked.
When Nigris saw it halfway, he said with some clarity: "I know why the old magician doesn't like to use soul search. Soul search really can't find such coherent information."
The undead can search the enemy's memory through the soul of the enemy, but Nigris discovered that Anthony rarely used this method. He would rather waste time and effort to torture the enemy.
Duroken nodded and said: "Torture is more suitable for Anthony, not for you, because he has enough ability to judge whether the other party's answer is true or false, and he also has enough skills to induce more information."
Soul searching has limitations, it requires the integrity of the soul, and the memories found are fragments, and the closer the memory is, the clearer the memory.
This leads to a problem, the enemy's memory of his gums bleeding when he brushed his teeth this morning is clearer than when he ascended the throne a few years ago.
Therefore, a large number of useless memories will be found, and they are all fragmentary. They need to be sorted out to form a complete context.
In the event that some key information is lacking, the harm of incomplete context can sometimes be more serious than not knowing anything.
For example, meeting a beautiful woman - sending flowers - eating - listening to opera - going to a pub, this is a complete context.
However, the soul search may miss the intermediate step and turn into meeting a beautiful woman - going to the pub. If you follow this step, it can easily become an accident.
Moreover, there is only one chance to search for the soul. After the soul dissipates, there is no possibility of rediscovering it, but the torture can be repeated continuously.
Gadrigo wailed in pain: "I have answered this question for the fourth time, why do you still ask?!"
"The second time you said twenty, the fourth time you said nineteen. How many were they?" Anthony asked.
Gadrigo responded: "Twenty, but only nineteen took action, Gust suggested... Gust did not take action, and disappeared halfway. I don't know where he went."
"Okay, next question, what's the current situation of the warlock ladder in Dongnai Peninsula?" Anthony asked.
"The tree is still there, we can't drive it, we can't start it, but the rings are gone, and it split into airships and flew away." Gadrigo said painfully: "This is the second time you asked this question."
"Okay, next question, when did the Temple of the Immortal collapse?" Anthony asked.
"How do I know?!" Gadrigo was so irritated by the jumpy nature of the question. He was obviously asking about the Warlock Ladder just now, but he suddenly switched to the Temple of the Undead. How did he know when the Temple of the Undead collapsed?
Anthony turned around and saluted: "Sir."
"Don't, don't, don't, let me think about it. It must have been sixteen years ago. I remember that Gust's mood suddenly became very good during that time. Everyone privately said that it was because the Temple of the Immortal collapsed. In this way, The only one with symbolic significance is the Parliament of the Dead. I really don’t understand why Gust cares so much about a ruined temple.” Gadrigo racked his brains to remember.
The advantage of torture can be shown here. Even if the memory is not clear, it can be recalled hard.
"Sixteen years ago? Why was the news I heard ten years ago? Did you lie to me?" Anthony guessed the reason as soon as his eyes rolled, but he still asked knowingly.
"Did you hear the news from humans? It does take several years for the news behind the death line to reach humans." Gadrigo said.
Anthony guessed that this was the reason, so he didn't go into details and turned to the next question: "Next question, what does dead line mean?"
"You're here again. I don't believe you don't know what the dead line means. Is it interesting that you keep asking about things that everyone knows?" Gadrigo wailed.
Anthony smiled and turned around to salute.
"No, no, no, I said, I said, the dead line is the line that the warlock's starburst cannot reach. Our plane is a circle. If the starburst array is hung in the sky, it cannot hit the ball. On the other side, it will be blocked by the plane. Behind the line that cannot be hit by the star blast is the kingdom of the dead, so it is called the line of death." Gadrigo said.
Nigris suddenly realized that the Immortal Empire was called the Dead Line, but the Magic Alliance called it the Star Line. It turned out to be the tangent line between the starburst array and the plane?
After the dead line, the Star Explosion Array cannot directly bombard targets on the ground, and will be blocked by the plane itself. The Undead Empire shrinks to that side, and all important buildings are built there, so that it is not afraid of the Star Explosion Array. Bombarded.
At the same time, this also made the hearts of Nigris and others sink, because it meant that the starburst array had other attack methods besides 'starburst'.
Anthony asked some common sense questions that everyone in this plane should know, interspersed with other questions. Gadrigo, who was annoyed by the questions, only thought it was a means of interrogation, and never thought that Anthony was really Don't know.
While the torture was in progress, Locks suddenly ran in: "Sir, you may want to come out and take a look. There are a lot of crows flying in the sky. I think it's a little weird."
"Crow? Hehe, you're finished. It's the Ermeng Banshee." The monster Gadrigo laughed.
"It's over? Why do you say that?" Anthony asked calmly.
"The Ermeng Banshee can search every corner. As long as she knows that there may be light... believers hidden here, she will search and she will always find you, hehehe." Gadrigo said.
Anthony's face was shocked: "The lackey of light? Where is the lackey of light? Where is it? Have you seen it?" As he asked, black energy surged from his body, and the armor quickly transformed into soul armor.
Du Luoken's eyes widened and he pretended to be dumbfounded: "No, I didn't see it. What kind of lackey of the light? Let me see."
As he spoke, he put on his Midas suit, but the armor on his face turned into a soul armor mask, giving him a deathly look.
Ange tilted his head and took out the Scarecrow's Soul Armor.
The little zombie sacrificed his soul armor, and the little angel took a deep breath, and the holy power of light in his body was completely absorbed. No one could see the appearance of a lackey of light from a fresh, white and tender little loli.
Gadrigo's eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the ground.
"By the way, take out its soul and throw the body into the God's Realm. Otherwise, when others see it, they will know that it was the body we picked up." Anthony said.
Ange came over and whipped him. Gadrigo wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't resist at all, so he was pulled out. This man's soul was stronger than the one that hit it just now.
God, what kind of monsters are these? He possesses the Holy Power of Light and also has such a strong soul?
The body of the Dracolich was thrown into the divine realm, and all the holy mushrooms outside were put away, erasing all traces of light. The place that was bright just now became quiet, peaceful, and lifeless in the blink of an eye...
