Wu looked at this extremely powerful being and whispered the information he knew.
"When we first studied the 'undead', we found that it can be a conceptual existence or a substantive existence."
"Conceptually, he can exist in the mind that recognizes him. It has no influence when the living body is still alive. When the living body dies, he will become an undead."
"Essentially, He exists in the body of any undead, and can also carry the will of any undead and convey the will of the undead to other dead beings."
In other words, every life that recognizes the undead will become an undead after death.
Similarly, if there are undead around a dead life, it will also be resurrected because of the existence of the undead.
Because every undead soul is equivalent to a part of Him and possesses a part of His magical properties.
As for these magical characteristics, in addition to this conceptual communication channel, other characteristics are mostly reflected in the transformation of newly dead creatures into living corpses, the transformation of bones into skeletons with dried flesh and blood, or the transformation of insomnia into ghosts.
Generally speaking, those who have just died become living corpses, those who have been dead for a long time will become skeletons when their corpses rot, and those who are dead but have no scum left but still have spiritual will will become ghosts.
"His propagation route is still within the star system. Have you tried killing other undead and imprisoning the remaining undead in the unmanned galaxy?" The blood elf asked. If this is feasible, it only needs to use a batch of immortals.
By monitoring the imprisoned undead, the problem is solved.
Wu shook his head, glanced at the great being who was analyzing the undead, and said softly, "It's too late."
"When the undead erupts, it is a linear explosion. All the crows are aware of his existence. In other words, every living crow is a potential undead."
"We have made a proposal to seal off the last undead, hoping to restrain the spread of the undead in this way."
"But, as a conceptual being, will He really be bound by a decaying material body?"
Wu said softly, lifted it from the center of his eyebrows, and took out a copy of the spiritual brand and distributed it to the blood elves, ancient dragons and god kings present.
That was all the contents of the original proposal. As a powerful being under Dawu, he also participated in the entire meeting and understood all the contents.
"Maybe." The God King turned his head and looked at the last remnant of a civilization and race.
Perhaps his status and power are not high enough, but on a certain level, he represents a civilization and a race.
No matter what blooms on him is the afterglow of the setting sun or the rising sun, it is still the sun.
"Maybe we can really trap Him."
What a myth it is to trap a cosmic-level creature in the body of a mortal thing, a majestic existence that is almost unaffected by the changes in matter and the birth and death of all things.
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"roar--"
The leader of the mortal creatures raised his armored arm high, and on his body, you can see the shadow of the lizard man.
A hundred years of accelerated time turned a desolate planet into a living planet. This was not a creation, it was just a copy of ancient Solotto with slightly local characteristics.
The genetic information spread by this ancient creation dragon was as of that era when all things were prosperous before the gods appeared.
The lizard men wearing lin armor gathered their companions, and with their sharp claws, they were attacking the dead companions and the hostile entities with only skeletons left.
Swish——
The scarves that were gathered under the neck were spread out, and lizards more than three meters long stood up, with their long tails trailing behind, their red fleshy membranes absorbing the power of the sun, and the fluorescent light flashing in their wide and ferocious mouthparts.
boom--
High-energy blood flows slowly in the organs in the mouth, and the hot breath condensed with solar energy spurts out along the reaction organs in the mouthparts.
Fire burns everything in the world.
If it hadn't been for this accident, they would have been the darlings of the world, beings at the forefront of evolution.
But it's a pity that something beyond the specifications has arrived.
They don't understand or why. They only know that if they don't kill these undead, they will die.
"God——"
In the roars of many lizardmen, with the most primitive worship of divinity, what they call and believe in is the ancient dragon.
But the ancient dragon never chooses to become a god, because for the elves who choose the path of creating the ancient dragon, what supports them is the glory of life.
Skeletons of all sizes, supporting the body, gathered into a sea of bones in a daze, charging toward life.
The beings, large and small, roared and charged towards the undead with bared teeth and claws.
In some lives, the bones are broken and the bones are reorganized again.
Some bones have killed life, and life has turned into undead.
"God, please give us guidance."
"Where should we go?"
The leading lizard man watched as each of his companions fell into a bitter battle, falling into the depths of the battlefield, and the sea of undead drowned them.
call out--
The light bloomed in the huge plain, like a ball of fire falling from the sky.
The burning flames collapsed and turned into clouds of smoke that filled the sky. Sparks were like nascent firewood, blending into the bodies of many fighting creatures.
Flame, like a gift from the gods, comes from outside the sky and burns brightly in the hearts of many living beings.
The fire is never extinguished and the will is never lost.
The leader of the lizardmen roared loudly. He stepped into the flames and took out the largest and core cluster of flames.
The blazing flame seems to have broken through the boundaries of the soul and reached the material dimension.
All living things are fire, all living things are firewood, and he is the firewood king who protects the first fire.
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"From now on, this is the place where the Chaos Evil God: the 'Undead' is sealed, and it is also the place of exile for those sinners."
The God King announced the outcome here. His words are the spirit of words, and they come out as they are spoken. Countless dimensions are folded, isolating and elongating the planet, and beware of outside creatures arriving here first.
This approach is very unfair to these beings, but for the gods who stand at the top, this is already a middle-of-the-road approach.
It not only preserved their lives, but also imprisoned part of the evil god's "undead".
Perhaps they had never seen the faces of the gods from the beginning, or even heard of their names, but when their fates were divided, unknown beings had already made choices for them.
Whether to wait for death temporarily or to be reborn in nirvana in the fire, sentient beings have no choice.
The flame born from the hands of the God King ignited the planet isolated from the starry sky, bringing a glimmer of hope to the surviving creatures.
From then on, they did not worship gods or seek devils, but only respected their ancestors. They used their own remains as firewood and contributed a feeble strength to the passing of the firewood.