Chapter 307: Accelerate the metallization of the body
Lisa has defined facial cleansing skills and has super creative ability. She also steals the divine power of the Harvest Goddess. She is essentially a false god. The hundreds of thousands of Harvest believers in the Danhai Plane have long regarded her as the incarnation of the goddess.
Can the Harvest Goddess bring about crops?
No, the Harvest Goddess can make crops harvest abundantly and the population grow, but it is far from the shock of the instant death halo. Therefore, if the real Harvest Goddess competes with Lisa, most people will think that Lisa is more like
Harvest goddess.
In this case, is it possible for Lisa to define a god that has long since disappeared?
"That's probably it. How long have you been possessed just now?" Nigris asked.
"About eight or nine seconds." Lisa recalled.
"Next time it becomes possessed, you can summon it again and study what's going on." Nigris said.
"Okay, let's do this for now, let's go, let's get out of here first." Lisa responded.
Everyone stood up, dusted themselves off, and prepared to leave. At this moment, a roar sounded not far away: "I...still...here..."
Lisa seemed to have remembered something just then, and turned to the iron lich and said: "Oh, I almost forgot about you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what's your name? Which generation of descendants are you from Grand Duke Rosa?"
The Iron Lich rolled his eyes resentfully, teased her a few times, and finally gave in: "Mesa August Lisa, the Sixty-fifth Grand Duke Rosa."
Unable to give in, Lisa threw it back and forth like a broken bag. All the bones in its body fell apart. They were not broken, but the bones and joints were dislocated. Now it can't even get up.
If Lisa and the others really turn around and leave, then it is very likely that it will lie here forever, for ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...or forever. Anyway, undead creatures will not die.
The consequences of this are so terrible that no matter how stubborn it is, it won't want to lie like this forever.
Its voice was hoarse, and its words were intermittent, like scraping a wooden board, but the content of its words was shocking, making Lisa dizzy: "Mesa? The sixty-fifth Grand Duke Rosa? Then you were still alive the year before last year," she said.
?Why did you suddenly become a lich?"
"Wait a minute, who did your middle name Lisa come from?" Lisa immediately noticed something else.
The names of nobles are very long and complicated, but they must have a clear context, especially the surname and middle name. The surname is inherited from the ancestors, and the middle name is inherited from the ancestors. Of course, there are many confusing sources, which are very troublesome to study.
Just talking about Lisa's family, the origin of her middle name can only be the ancestors of the family, could it come from herself?
Sure enough: "Inherited from the fourth generation Saint Lisa." The lich rolled his cloudy eyes at her, probably because he thought her focus was strange.
Lisa knelt down, looked at it and asked: "How many direct bloodlines are there in the fourth generation?"
"two."
"What is the motto of our ancestors?"
"Family is the person you get along with the most. The more you get along with, the more friction there will be. Because there is friction, you would rather not get along with each other. People who think like this are stupid donkeys."
Lisa asked some more questions that only the direct clan members knew, and the lich named Meisha was able to answer them accurately.
"It seems that you are really one of my clansmen and you have not lost your memory. You are so lucky." Lisa said happily, while reattaching the fallen joint bones.
Lich Meisha frowned and said, "I don't know you."
"Haha." Lisa smiled. Without explaining, she turned to Ange and said, "Sir, I can't catch it. Too much has fallen off."
Ange walked over and pinched the Lich's whole body. Nothing knew more about bones than a skeleton, especially a skeleton that survived by replacing bones at a low level.
After picking it up easily, Lich Meisha got up hesitantly, looked at Ange and Lisa hesitantly, pretended to take two steps away casually, and suddenly ran away.
The restriction has been broken. If I can't defeat these guys, I can run away. There is only one horse in front of me, and there is absolutely no way to stop me.
"Ah!" Just as the thought came to his mind, the horse suddenly kicked out a hoof like lightning, sending it flying away.
What kind of horse is this? Why can it kick sideways? Lich Meisha's eyes widened and she looked at the weird horse in disbelief. This kind of flying kicking posture is definitely not something a horse can do.
The lich fell to the ground and still couldn't react until Nigris flew in front of it: "Haha, you can't defeat anyone here if you pick anyone at random. Don't even think about running away... Ouch."
Before he finished speaking, Meisha punched him in the eye. It was wrong. The only one the Iron Lich could win here was it.
Seeing that she couldn't even defeat a horse, Lich Meisha finally felt more at ease and sat down obediently, as if she was ready to do whatever you wanted.
Lisa introduced herself with a smile: "My name is Lisa Augustus."
Lich Mesa nodded.
This time it was Lisa's turn to be stunned: "Aren't you surprised?"
Lich Mesa responded: "Although I don't know why you gave me the same name as your family ancestor, you should have been sent by Robert, so you know the family secrets so well."
Lisa couldn't laugh or cry: "I am your ancestor, Lisa Augustus, the Saint of Light."
Lich Meisha rolled her eyes: "Are you trying to tell me that you are over 1,100 years old and you are still as moist as a taro cake that has been soaked in water?"
"Haha, you can do it too." Lisa said with a smile.
Lich Mesa's tone was obviously angry: "I know I'm ugly now, but this is the fate of human beings. When you die, you may not even have the chance to become ugly, and you will just rot away."
Lisa realized that this descendant seemed to have preconceived her as being sent by someone. It was obviously meaningless to continue this conversation, and she had to get something shocking.
Lisa smiled and used the light of the facial cleansing technique to slowly rub it on Mesa's dry tree root-like hands.
The effect of the facial cleansing technique has been proven repeatedly. Lich Meisha looked horrified as an ugly, shriveled mummy with cloudy eyes suddenly transformed into a tall, fair, moist, delicate and toned woman.
As her body recovered, Mesa slowly realized that she was a little half-clothed and huddled up in embarrassment. She wasn't embarrassed when she was flat, but now she is.
Lisa found it funny and said with relief: "No need to cover up, these are not people, it's okay to be naked."
Even though he said this, he still found a dress and put it on Meisha.
"You...are you really my ancestor, Lisa Augustus...aunt?"
"Are you really a lich? Have you really lived for more than 1,100 years?"
"Are you really..." Meisha didn't know that she had regained her appearance as a living person and her normal liveliness, pulling Lisa along to ask all kinds of questions.
Lisa patiently answered them one by one, and also described some of her belongings, and then opened the sarcophagus that belonged to her. If her parents buried her belongings, the sarcophagus must contain these belongings.
This cannot be faked. Except for Lisa's parents, no one knows what was in Lisa's sarcophagus, and there is no written record. But as long as Lisa can tell a small part, it will be enough to win the trust.
Mesa.
"Okay, I've finished my story. Now let's talk about your situation. I only inquired about you two years ago. At that time, you were still the Grand Duke Rosa. How come you turned into a lich in less than two years, and
Or is it the level of iron skin? What happened? Is there something that accelerated the metalization of your body? "