The demon lord Freita was carrying the dying mage as he quickly walked through the dense trees.
His speed was not affected by the dense forest at all, because this was a retreat path that had been prepared in advance, and the trees had long been squeezed aside, so they would not hinder running at all.
After running for about half a day, the mage in his hand made a sound in his throat and woke up.
Freita slowed down, raised the mage in front of his eyes with one hand, and said with a smile: "Master Dean, you still fell into my hands."
Deco felt a splitting headache, indescribable discomfort, and his stomach was churning, making him want to vomit. Hearing the sound, he tried to open his eyes and saw the demon lord with a proud face.
"How are my students?" The first thing Deco thought of was the figure he saw on the hillside before.
"Of course they were all killed by us, do you need to say that?" Freita lied with a laugh, but his heart was dripping with blood. The little guy didn't know where he came from, and he killed everyone.
He brought out nearly a thousand elites, but less than a hundred came out. It was really terrifying.
Normally, Deke, as a six-star magician, could easily see through the lies of the demon lord, but at this time, he was so confused that he was unable to distinguish the truth from the lies. When he heard this, his mind was shaken and blood spurted from his mouth.
"The millennium-old Attenborough was destroyed in the hands of Deco. I...I...poof~~" Another mouthful of old blood spurted out, frightening Freita.
"You old boy, aren't you just ruining your academy? Why are you so impulsive... Hey, hey, don't vomit blood. If you vomit again, you will be dead." Freita stopped and reached out to pat him gently.
Deco's back.
This is a six-star magician, the biggest treasure gained in this trip. In the future, he will transform into a lich. This guy must not die before reaching the altar of Hades.
Deke's heart was filled with despair, his eyes were dim, and he felt that life was hopeless and he had no chance of survival at all.
Suddenly a voice came out in my heart: "The college is gone. You, the dean, cannot escape the blame. You are the sinner of the Sky City and the human race, and you will be nailed to the pillar of shame of history forever."
Deco thought of all these, and his eyes became darker and darker.
"Die, it's better to just die. I've died a hundred times, escape from all this, let everything return to death and silence." The voice was soft and ethereal, almost illusory.
"Yes, death, death is my final destination. Just let the darkness of death overwhelm me. I need to rest, rest..." Deco was completely despairing, and his will to survive was as weak as a piece of paper.
His consciousness slowly weakened, weakened, almost disappeared, and he was extremely weak.
Suddenly, a dark shadow emerged from the sea of his consciousness, instantly shattering his weak consciousness into pieces.
In the real world, Deco's real body was also affected, and his brain waves became very weak. Almost at the same time, the data light in the nutrition cabin began to emit a dazzling light, showing that a large amount of data had passed through.
The face of the body in the nutrition cabin was originally very calm. The moment the data light came on, it suddenly became distorted. The limbs of the body were twitching slightly, and the fingers were digging into the nutrition cabin wall, indicating that it was in great pain.
The abnormality only lasted for two seconds, just before the home computer was about to alarm. Everything calmed down and returned to normal.
Deco is still connected to the virtual game mage world. He is still a mid-to-high-level VIP who has paid nearly one million credit points to play games. He is still the six-star magician. Nothing has changed.
The world of wizards.
Deco opened his eyes again and weakly asked the devil: "Attenborough, is it really destroyed?"
"Destroyed, completely destroyed. Except for the five-star mage Edwin, who was also captured by us, no one else was left alive!" Fleita vowed.
"I hate you." Deco gritted his teeth, with two lines of deep tears in his eyes.
"We are natural enemies. You kill me today and I will kill you tomorrow. Isn't this normal? Attenborough is the cradle of magicians. How many soldiers will those little guys kill on the battlefield when they grow up? Of course I
We must get rid of them while they are still weak and quickly!"
Fleita expressed her true thoughts, and at the same time thought of the young magician who killed everyone in Attenborough, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Oh, I am powerless. When that little guy really grows up,
The legion will have another terrible enemy."
Deco cried quietly for a while, his expression gradually became indifferent, his eyes were completely numb, and he seemed to have lost all hope. He said numbly: "Then take me to see Hades, I am shameless.
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Freita clapped her hands in joy: "That's right. Look at you, the lich has an almost eternal life. It's great that you can study magic all your life."
Deco sneered: "Really? Then why haven't I seen a lich that has lived for more than a thousand years?"
"That's because they are too powerful and were summoned by the Dark God Hades." Fleita said matter-of-factly.
Deco continued to sneer. He knew the truth. The lifespan of a lich is infinite. This is very tempting. Even if the appearance is very ugly, it attracts batch after batch of players to transform into lich and want to continue playing in the game world.
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But the game company is not stupid. This unlimited lifespan is just a bait. When the time comes, various accidents will occur and this lich will die.
There once was a player who was already a powerful demigod lich. He had lived for more than a thousand years and was only one step away from becoming a god. With only one step away, he could break away from the lich phylactery and become a god.
But at the last moment, his phylactery was found and bitten by a gold-eating rat. His strength was greatly reduced, and he was besieged and killed by several legendary human magicians.
"You're so ridiculous." Freita looked unhappy at the magician. He hated this gloomy expression.
Deco's smile faded and he said coldly: "Now that I have decided to become a lich, my days as a human are over, and I am no longer Deco. From now on, my name will be Des. Deathstroke."
"It's up to you." Freita said indifferently: "I'll call you Des."
"Where are you taking me now?" Des asked.
"The Valley of the Dead is more than five hundred miles away from here. There is a dark altar there that can help you transform the body of a lich." Fleita told the truth. After finishing speaking, she realized that she was a little reckless.
'It seems that this guy has been severely hit, his belief has collapsed, and he has a dark aura. I instinctively regard him as the same kind.' Fleita thought to herself, a little surprised at the speed of this man's attitude change.
"Let's go then. Let's move on." Des urged. The longer the time went, the higher the possibility of an accident. He didn't want to cause complications.
"I'm not even in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" Freita was dissatisfied, but she still mentioned Des and continued to rush towards the Valley of the Dead.
Along the way, Des carefully considered his future plans: "I now have the so-called eternal godhead, and my soul is immortal. But I still lack a lot of experience and strength compared to those truly strong men, and I am not an opponent at all. Moreover, I still have a lot of experience and strength.
There is that guy Pangu who is looking for me everywhere, and... there is also that terrible person who is looking for me, and my situation is still very dangerous. From this point of view, I can't be impatient, I have to continue to lurk."
The demon lord Freita was very fast. He walked five hundred miles. After a few hours, he rejoined the team that had kidnapped Master Edwin before. Then he drove for another seven or eight days and walked more than three thousand miles.
, a deserted and dark grand canyon appeared ahead.
"Hades, the great god of darkness, once performed miracles here. For tens of thousands of years, no one has been able to dispel the breath of death here, even if the great light priests came. This is the best place to transform lichs."
Freita introduced.
"Don't talk nonsense, I know all this." Des spoke again, his voice was very low.
Professor Edwin beside him had also woken up. He cursed angrily: "You dark creatures, the scum of the world, one day, Thor will use lightning to purify you all!"
Fleta laughed loudly, walked over and slapped Edwin so hard that several of Edwin's teeth fell out: "You haven't understood the situation yet, professor. This is already Hades's territory, and Thor has no control over it."
here."
Then he waved his hand: "Enter the valley, prepare the ceremony, and start transforming the lich. You two magicians, you will have a better time next, hehehehe." (To be continued...)
