A lich poked his head sleepily out of a barrel not far away. He first looked around blankly, then looked blankly at Ange and Negris, slapped a Hal, and murmured:
"It turned out to be a dream." Then he retracted his head.
After a pause for a few seconds, the Lich suddenly stuck out his head and said loudly: "Isn't it a dream! Zaobada! Who stuffed me into the water! Uh, it's not water, the liquid of death's breath?"
The Lich held up the liquid of rest and sniffed it, and said in shock: "Why are there so many liquids of death's breath?"
Then his eyes fell on Ange and Nigris, and he asked in surprise: "Who are you? Dorami, were you singing just now!"
Two wailing banshees floated over and saluted: "Peace, Lord Duroken."
"What happened? How did I get soaked in the liquid of death's breath?" Duroken said as he tried to get up from the bucket, but as soon as he moved, Ange pushed him back.
"Bold!" Duroken glared at Ange fiercely.
Ange looked at him doubtfully. He was a little surprised when he saw Ange didn't respond. He continued to glare hard, and then glared again, his eyes almost popped out, but Ange still didn't react at all.
Negris leaned over with a smile and asked with a smile: "Duroken, do you know who I am?"
Duroken looked at it up and down and asked in surprise: "Brass dragon? Nag has given birth to a child?"
"Poof!" Nigris bumped into the bucket: "I am Nigg! I am Nigg!"
"I know, I know, I know who you are just by looking at your squinting look. I'm just teasing you." Duroken curled his lips and asked, "What happened? Who is this guy? I glared at him and he didn't react.
?How did outsiders enter the Palace of Rest?"
In the Palace of Rest, in order to strengthen management, all undead creatures' subordinates will be cross-managed. In other words, Duroken can glare at Locke's subordinates, and the witch can also glare at Duroken's subordinates.
Among the four auxiliary palaces, except for Nigris, who had no subordinates and could not control others and had no one to control them, the other three could cross-coerce each other's people.
If Duroken cannot be suppressed, the only people who come from outside will be people directly under the king.
Nigris said with a smile: "How can he be an outsider? Can't he be the master?"
Du Luoken narrowed his eyes, a dangerous look flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "You betrayed the king?"
He struggled hard to get out of the bucket, but Ange's hands were like pliers, holding him steady.
Nigris couldn't help but bumped his head against the barrel again: "He is the successor personally selected by the king's godhead. What are you talking about?"
"Heir? What happened to the king?" Duroken was startled, and then frowned: "No, no, let me figure it out, how do I remember that I was in the cemetery, and then the cemetery was disconnected from the palace?
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Nigris said: "Think about it again, what happened to you after you were disconnected? Did you find a way out?"
Duroken frowned and thought, then sat back in the bucket.
As long as he didn't come out, Ange would let go of his restraint.
Du Luoken, who had just woken up, had some confusion in his memory. He recalled it for a long time before smoothing it out and murmured: "I remember that His Majesty cut off the soul connection, was violently shaken, and lost contact with the cemetery and palace. I entered the void to explore.
The road was hit by space turbulence, and then..."
After muttering to this point, Duroken was shocked: "Am I dead?"
Nigris nodded.
"Did you use the phylactery to resurrect me?" Duroken said again.
"Your phylactery is broken and has shrunk." Nigris projected the shrunken heart of the broken phylactery that had just been dug out of the grave.
Duroken was an alchemist and he made his phylactery himself. It was obvious at a glance that this thing had no restorative value.
"This is my phylactery? Are you kidding? You can resurrect me with this thing. Stop lying and get out of the way. I want to get out." Duroken was so angry that he felt that Nigris was deceiving him.
He got a phylactery that was impossible to repair and claimed it was his.
Immediately, he was pushed back by Ange.
Duroken smiled and said to Ange: "I'll do a magic trick for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duroken's body turned into a cloud of smoke with a bang.
Ange reached out doubtfully, grabbed the 'air' above the bucket, and stuffed it back into the bucket.
The mass of air condensed into Duroken's body in the bucket, with an incredible expression on his face: "Can you see me?"
Ange tilted his head, a little confused, you are such a big lump, how could you not see it?
Ange's movements and expressions seemed a bit provocative in Duroken's eyes. He said viciously: "Don't be complacent. I just woke up and am not energetic. I will teach you a lesson when I regain my energy."
Negris poked his head over and said with a smile: "You have no chance. He inherited your majesty's immortal godhead, and now he is the master of the Palace of Rest."
Duroken blinked and looked at Nigris. Seeing that it didn't look like he was joking, his expression involuntarily became serious.
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"It's been a thousand years?"
"All souls continue to disappear in the Palace of Rest, leaving only a vegetable gardening skeleton?"
"Zobada, what kind of luck is this? Even the goddess of luck herself doesn't have this kind of luck."
"Locke is in the barrel next to me? Locke? Locke! Why are you dead? You died so miserably! Wake up, wake up!"
"The witch is also gone. She is most likely dead. We are three of His Majesty's right-hand men, and now I am the only one left?"
"You? You don't count, you are a prisoner." His casual words made the brass dragon so angry that he wanted to fly up and hit him.
After some exchanges, Duroken finally figured out what happened.
"So, Lord Ange standing in front of me is an immortal, planting, and beautiful trinity god?" Duroken's expression looked like someone had stuffed a big watermelon into his mouth, and he couldn't open his mouth.
Closed.
"Yes, he also has two insect gods, half a false god of harvest, what else? Alas, there are too many, I must not remember them, they are like Chinese cabbage." Negris sighed.
Du Luoken couldn't help but want to laugh again: "You are so fake when you brag."
Nigris spread his hands and did not explain. When he turned around and realized that he was not bragging, he was scared out of his wits.
"We have finished talking, it's your turn. What happened back then? Why did His Majesty disappear?" Negris asked.
Du Luoken also followed its example and spread his hands: "How do I know? The cemetery suddenly shook and the two dimensions were separated. I was still sleeping in the grave and suddenly I couldn't come back. When I wanted to contact Wang, Wang
The soul connection has been severed."
"Did His Majesty say anything when he cut off the soul connection?" Negris asked.
"The king seems to have said that he is entering the Gate of the Void. I wonder if he can come back alive. Be careful of the soul storm." Duroken recalled.
The Gate of the Void? Ange and Negris looked at each other, and they both remembered the magnificent gate deep under the sea in the Danhai plane.
Both the witch and Duroken mentioned the soul storm, what is this?
Puzzled, Nigris had to put it aside for the time being and turned to Durokan and asked:
"What's the situation? This is the situation. Now Ange is the Lord of the Palace of Rest. You were rescued by Ange. Because we were so familiar with each other in the past, I will give you two choices, surrender or destruction?"
Is this called choice? Duroken stared at Nigris with wide eyes. After a while, he smiled and said, "I'll do a magic trick for you."
After a ping ping bang bang, Duroken was slipped into Angeti's hands, and he shouted unconvincingly: "It doesn't count, why is my soul so weak? If you have the ability, let me go, let me sleep for a while, and condense and mourn."
We will fight again after the soul is removed."
Nigris said angrily: "You haven't mourned the death before. You have just been resurrected. It would be nice to have a soul fire. You still want to mourn the soul of the dead."
Du Luoken has never understood the reality. He is just a newly reborn lich. From soul to body, everything is new. He thinks that the magic that is very powerful has no effect at all due to the soul gap, so Ange
I just wondered what he was doing.
Negris said seriously: "No kidding, Duroken, His Majesty has disappeared. There is a high probability that he may have died. Ange has become the new owner of the Palace of Rest. You can either choose to dedicate your soul to him,
Or we can only seal you up temporarily and let you out when His Majesty comes back."
Duroken is more familiar with this place than Ange. Without the forcible restraint of his soul, he would not be allowed to run around. He is different from these wailing banshees.
He couldn't even be released, because he also built the world transfer station. Almost most of the technology used by the entire Undead Empire came from Duroken, and no one knew where he had left a secret door.
If he doesn't surrender, he can only be sealed or killed.
Duroken's expression darkened.
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Duroken had no choice. When he confirmed from the Wailing Banshee and Ramo that it was indeed more than a thousand years later, he simply dedicated his soul fire to Ange.
It has been a thousand years, and the king has not come back. He has either died or been trapped. I can't choose to be sealed because of the slim possibility. What if the king never comes back?
Returning to his palace, Duroken soon began to curse: "Zhaobada, who stole my spare Midas suit!"
Nigris put his cloak on his body, put his hat on his head, swung the Midas Rod and flew over: "How can you say you stole it? I saw no one asked for it, just picked it up and used it."
Du Luoken said angrily: "No one wants the daddy on the ground, so why don't you pick it up and use it?"
Rub, rub, rub, the little zombie ran over quickly. The soul armor in his hand transformed into a long-handled clip. He looked around, but he didn't see Baba, so he tilted his head and looked at Duroken in confusion.
Nigris burst out laughing: "How do you know there is no one picking up the daddy? It's natural farmyard manure."
Du Luoken was confused. Why is there something wrong with this style of painting? Something seems wrong.
Forget it, Duroken didn't want to dwell on this anymore, turned to Nigris and said: "Forget about the cape and hat, give me back the Midas Rod."
"If you don't want to return it, you can just make another one." How could it be returned if the Midas Rod is so useful? Not only would it not be returned, but it also wanted Duroken to teach it more precise operations.
"You put it simply, this is made of adamantine mithril plus astral gems and world branches. Adamantine mithril is easy to find. I will go with the astral gems and world branches..." Duroken looked impatient.
As he spoke, a world branch as thick as an arm floated in front of him, along with a handful of astral gems.
"Zobada, is the Tree of Life also dead? Or did you chop down such a big branch?" Duroken almost jumped up: "Also, what's the matter with these astral gems? There are so many?"
"We have cut down many World Trees, as many as you want. You can use the World Tree to make a coffin, no problem.
"Haha, I believe you." Du Luoken curled his lips and said, "Lend me the golden stick for a while, and I'll give it back to you after I make a new one."
"Give me new ones, I don't want your second-hand ones." Nigris said.
"Even if it's new, I've touched it before. Do you like it or not?" Duroken said angrily.
With the Midas Philosopher's Rod in hand, Duroken's alchemy can be easily brought into play, and a new Midas Gold Rod can be refined in just a few clicks.
If there is no golden rod, then he must first cut the wood, then carve the magic pattern, carve the base, filigree, inlay, and connect the circuit...
Seeing how easy it was for him to practice, Nigris brought another bundle of world branches and said, "Help my followers practice one too."
"Are you crazy? Help your believers practice? How many followers do you have?" Du Luoken almost jumped and scolded.
"One." Nigris said shamefully.
Du Luoken's face froze and he didn't say anything. He quickly made another golden rod and gave it to it, and patted it on the shoulder.
With the Midas Rod, alchemy is no longer such a troublesome matter. As long as there are enough materials, Duroken can quickly buy a set of equipment.
He has just been resurrected, and his soul and body are extremely weak, so he quickly made a few good things to support the scene.
Good equipment naturally requires good materials, and then he discovered: "Why do you have everything? Unbounded crystal? Meteor iron? Vacuum stone? Divine wood? Uh... what is this? Belief in Yuanli, this is a
A godhead? Did you plant it? Can a godhead be planted?"
Only then did Ange discover that the godhead planted on the farm had actually matured.
It is obviously incorrect to describe it as mature. We can only say that it can exist independently from the bud.
"Ready? Have we gathered enough six godheads?" Nigris suddenly remembered something and said excitedly.
Ange nodded, but he was not interested. After gathering six godheads, uh, maybe seven, he could try to open the magnificent door, but Ange was not interested at all, and he could not farm behind the door.
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"Are you talking about the Gate of the Void?" Duroken asked doubtfully after hearing what Ange and Negris said.
"Yes, you seemed to have mentioned the Gate of the Void just now. According to eyewitness descriptions, His Majesty entered that gate and never came back. Do you know what is behind the gate?" Negris asked
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"It's the void. The door leading to the void. As for where it leads to the void, I don't know. And have you noticed that this godhead is dissipating and is smaller than before?"