Looking at the changes in his mind, Xu Zhi vaguely understood that these five heads were some kind of true face of the attribute panel. Only rules could compete with rules, and only rules could assimilate and absorb rules.
The heads were probably some kind of change in the rules. Although Xu Zhi had some speculation about this bug early on, he was still shocked.
It was also the first time for him to hear about the rules of death, and he only learned some information from the conversation between Baron Von Tarkin and Glick.
This level is too high and completely beyond his ability to understand.
Xu Zhi had no power to resist and could only passively accept it, watching the constant changes in his mind.
His current strength is not tyrannical, and his knowledge is even more limited, so he has no idea how this change will take place.
But the pain in his head was necessary, and he fainted from the pain several times, only to be forcibly awakened by the cold and evil aura.
It was obvious that the five heads did not welcome this white skull, but they had no choice but to absorb this little brother in the end.
Xu Zhi felt a chill all over his body, and there seemed to be something more in his body. The six heads turned, and the information about the power of rules was slowly poured in, and Xu Zhi began to calm down.
"It only took me a few seconds to reach the master level of death magic."
Baron Feng Tajin lay on the ground dissatisfied. They had been looking at each other for several hours. Most of the solemn and evil message had been shrouding Xu Zhi's head, while a small part was pressing them down, unable to move.
"Yes, my master, my promotion only lasts for a moment."
Glick replied, he was lying on the ground, his stern expression did not change at all. At this time, he had given up putting his hands on the ground to resist, lying completely on the ground. If he was rubbed by the rules, just rub it. There is no shame in it.
The introduction of the death rule is something that only happens once in a hundred years. Only his master, Baron Von Tarkin, has the courage to kill an entire country to accomplish it.
"It's so boring, Glick, do you think we should go to war, occupy another country or something?"
"It is an honor for me to lead the army for my master. Wherever you point your wand, Glick will surely charge into battle for you."
Baron Fontakin looked at Glick, and then at the piles of undead creatures outside. He vaguely felt that his strength was a bit lacking. This amount of troops was enough to protect himself, but it was not enough to open up new territories.
"Perhaps, I can open a few ancient cemeteries and recruit zombies from previous years."
"When I have a large number of troops, I can fight wherever I want and go wherever I want. I will also live in the palace. Maybe it would be good to have a few human concubines."
Baron Fontakin was making some big plans, and began to think about future plans. He looked at his body without any flesh, and his heart was full of emotion. It was difficult for him to enjoy the fun of being a living person again.
"Grick, as a death knight, do you still have some feeling in your body and can you smile on your face?"
Baron Von Tarkin looked at Glick. Both the skeleton and the zombie body had their own advantages and disadvantages, but the difference must be experienced by oneself to understand.
"Master, the body is just like the clothes we wore when we were alive, without any feeling."
Glick's face was expressionless. He paused and then continued: "If you need me to keep smiling, I will adjust my face after I go out and keep smiling."
"This is a good idea. I think it is necessary to adjust the shape of my head. The world's image of us undead being sinister and terrifying is too fixed."
"What do you think of the grinning skull image?"
Baron Von Tarkin began to seriously consider a question: if their image became more funny, would it reduce people's fear and attract more people to voluntarily join the ranks of the dead.
"Excellent, Master, you will create a new historical era of the undead as the king."
"Well said, it's a happy decision. When I go out, I will turn into a laughing skeleton, and you will adjust into a smiling knight. Also, let the younger thugs below follow suit."
"Okay, Master, your will will be executed with iron blood."
Grik lay on the ground, and in a few words, he and Baron Von Tarkin decided on the style of Corrisson, the Kingdom of the Undead.
"Did you just throw away that Saint's Staff?"
Looking at the death staff in his hand, which was old, decayed, and dull, Baron Fontakin felt that the saint's staff was still very impressive, especially when it was used to release life magic, the staff was radiant.
"It is of no use to me. I cannot control the balance between life and death. That staff can only remind me of the saint's hateful and humble face."
"Oh, poor Glick, I really shouldn't mention your sad past. I think back then you were also a Holy Son, the great lackey of the Holy See of Life, with glory and light always by your side..."
Baron Von Tarkin began to mutter and recounted everything that happened during Glick's lifetime.
Under the rules of death, Xu Zhi felt that his attribute panel might undergo some kind of mutation. What effect would the BUG bug have when it encounters an external force of the same level? Is it good or bad? He was quite uneasy and couldn't do such a thing.
Any predictions.
What made Xu Zhi a little happier was that he finally stopped spraying green blood randomly. He sprayed it on his head for a while, and then sprayed it again. He felt that his body was not sprayed so much because of the pills.
In my mind, the six heads were constantly rotating and spitting out various mist-like substances. From time to time, they condensed into the appearance of the attribute panel. Because there was a small white skull sandwiched between them, they had to be dispersed again.
"Boss, do you have any beginner's books on death magic?"
Xu Zhi felt that he had to save himself. How long would it take to learn magic by just comprehending it? Take a book and just slap it, and the knowledge will roll into your head. That is the correct way to learn.
"Greenskin, can you speak now?"
Baron von Tarkin is quite interested. Unlike Glick, who is taciturn, he likes to talk a lot and talk a lot.
"Yes, Lord Baron."
Remaining respectful when asking for help is the biggest secret for Xu Zhi to maintain a good relationship with the boss. Of course, it is another matter when he has what the other party needs.
"Then let's chat. You know, living for too long will be boring. Apart from improving my strength, my only pleasure is talking."
"Okay, Baron, have you ever heard of Death Magic Beginners' Education?"
"Of course, hundreds of years ago, I wrote a book on death magic, but don't think that I will give it to you. I don't even know where I put that book. I'm telling you, writing a book
A bit boring..."
Xu Zhi's heart dropped. Glick had no interest in talking to him at all, but the big guy who was willing to talk to him had a pit in his head and was not as reliable as Mister Bama. He was very suitable to be friends with Nags or the Bone Dragon Marassa.
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After listening to Baron von Tarkin chattering for more than twenty hours, Xu Zhi reluctantly followed.
"good"
Applause, you still need to be applauded. Even if it is ugly and some plot points are repeated by Baron Von Tarkin, you still have to give face to the big boss.
When he finished speaking, he saw six heads spinning away faster and faster. Even in his mind, it was difficult to feel the complete shape.
A piece of light and shadow continued to evolve, and the attribute panel slowly appeared.