In the deepest part of the maze-like tunnel extending in all directions under the floating city of Mutahar, fourteen high-level humanoid undead spellcasters wearing luxurious and dazzling arcane light robes and wearing a large number of magic items and equipment are gathering.
Together.
You don’t need to ask to know that they were all archmages who ruled the parliament and held the highest power during their lifetime.
However, with the full outbreak of the magical plague, all of them eventually turned into dead people, and then resurrected and became undead creatures under the erosion of negative energy.
After all, the corpse of an archmage often contains more and more abundant magical energy than other people, so it is easier to obtain spell power after resurrection and inherit all or part of the previous spellcasting levels and abilities.
The only problem is that passive resurrection like this is different from transforming a lich, and cannot completely preserve the soul and memory.
Therefore, after resurrection, both character and personality will undergo earth-shaking changes, and even memories exist in fragments and fragments.
This is why the Floating City Code prohibits it from entering the control core area of ​​the central tower.
Strictly speaking, these undead creatures are two completely different individuals from what they were in life.
Just like someone's soul fell into the abyss or hell was transformed into a devil or devil, even if they retain some of their previous memories, no one would think that they are still the same mortal as before.
At this moment, the flesh, flesh and internal organs of these former archmages have rotted and fallen off, leaving only dry and hard skeletons and a terrifying red light flashing in their eye sockets.
Although many people believe that all undead creatures have no emotion of fear, and they never know what fear is.
But this is actually wrong, or there is a certain misunderstanding.
In fact, only those low-level undead without any intelligence and thinking ability can truly do this.
High-level undead creatures are not afraid of death, they just don't have mental and will breakdowns when faced with danger and death like living people do, and can always maintain absolute calmness and rationality.
Otherwise, many lichs would not obey every command given by the opponent like a dog after being held in their phylacteries, and would not even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance.
Especially the group of pure undead creatures in front of them who have not retained even a little bit of their pre-life thoughts and humanity. When they realized that their lives were really threatened, they immediately gathered together and began to discuss countermeasures.
The first caster, who was wearing a dark red robe and had a slightly short and slender frame, was the first to speak: "Everyone, I believe you have heard the ultimatum that the guy just made clearly.
Within half an hour, we could either choose to surrender and let him control us, or continue to fight through the tunnels in the underground part of the floating city below.
Now please express your opinion or decision."
"Besides surrender, do we have another option?"
Another caster holding a skeleton staff stood up and reminded in an emotionless tone: "Don't forget, the other party holds a super weapon that can destroy a floating city.
Tunnels may be able to effectively prevent ground troops from deepening, but they have no effect at all when faced with continuous explosions and flames.
Once the remaining undead army is all consumed, the only path waiting for us is defeat.
Of course, unless one of you can find a way to break through the magic barrier in the core area of ​​the central tower within half an hour.
In that case, we still have a chance to use the power of the floating city under our feet to fight against it.
What's more, don't you remember the super magic that streaked across the sky more than a year ago?
What if the other party becomes angry and summons comets to bombard the floating city again?"
"The enemy's goal should be to seize the floating city, not destroy it. I think the possibility of this happening is not high."
Another spellcaster with only a skeleton left in his body gave a different point of view.
"I agree with your statement. But the problem is that we don't dare to gamble, and we can't afford it. Using that kind of destructive super magic will only lose a floating city that could have been captured by the enemy, but for us
But it means losing your life and everything."
"Not only that! The other party has also blocked all spaces. Now we are like turtles in a jar, with no possibility of escaping at all."
"In this case, let's vote according to the contract we reached before. The minority obeys the majority and see whether more people are willing to make a desperate move to resist in the end, or whether more people are willing to surrender and save their lives first."
"I choose to surrender!"
"Me too!"
"Same as above!"
"Only by preserving life can we have a future."
"I don't want to put my destiny in other people's hands."
"I don't think the other party will destroy a floating city easily. If you resist, you might be able to get better conditions."
……
In just a few minutes, fourteen advanced undead creature casters transformed from the Archmage completed the voting.
The final result was nine to five, with an overwhelming majority of those who surrendered.
When the results came out, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense and full of oppression.
The nine casters who chose to surrender quickly surrounded the five guys who wanted to continue to resist. The implication is self-evident.
After all, there is no code between them to restrict each other's behavior.
The reason why we got together was entirely because we were frightened by the super magic [Starfall] that streaked across the sky more than a year ago, and we wanted to work together to break the barrier and seize control of the core area of ​​the floating city.
In addition, everyone is a relatively independent undead lord for a long time after they are resurrected, and even their undead army is only under their own control.
Therefore, no one can guarantee that when such huge differences of opinion arise, the other party will suddenly risk launching an attack and drag themselves down with it by directly declaring war.
"What do you want to do?"
An undead creature caster who was unwilling to surrender asked with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.
"It's very simple! Follow the principle of the minority obeying the majority, put down your weapons now and come out with us to surrender."
The spellcaster holding the skeleton staff made his attitude straightforward.
He obviously knows very well that with the current tense state and situation, there is no such thing as a "peaceful breakup", let alone a situation of "I surrender mine, and you continue to resist yours".
Because as long as the resistance faction takes the lead in launching a small-scale active attack, Plantia Floating City will immediately start to fight back.
At that time, everyone who wants to surrender will be forcibly dragged into the water and have to resist desperately. There is no second way to choose.
"I advise you not to have any other thoughts or ideas. It's now nine versus five, and teleportation magic has been completely banned. Once you do it, you have no chance of winning."
The spellcaster with a slightly short frame also issued a warning.
But the five rebels were not willing to be coerced and immediately formed a protective circle back to back.
Although there are more capitulationists, battles between high-level spellcasters like this are often full of dangers, and you may die on the spot if you are not careful, so no one dares to take action easily.
The two sides just watched each other's every move and fell into a stalemate.
……
At the same time, far away in the mage tower in Askatra.
Zuo Si had just completed an exhausting exploration of the dark void. He was now standing between the seals, staring at the man not far away who had been tortured day and night for more than a year and revealed a lot of secrets about the bottomless abyss.
The six-armed snake demon lord.
After a full minute, he asked with a smile: "Are you almost exhausted?"
"Despicable human being! Just wait! After I escape, even if it takes a hundred or a thousand years, I will definitely catch you at all costs and extract your soul from your body to torture you.
Ten thousand years." Mona Hill glared with two blood-red eyes and gritted her teeth and growled.
At this moment, her huge body was densely covered with silver nails soaked in holy water.
For chaotic evil demons, these two things are as unbearable as the deadliest poison.
And on average, every hour, the mage tower will arrange for the golem to be replaced.
Make sure that the six-armed snake demon lord's body is always filled with a large amount of holy water with a burning effect, so that he can feel the severe pain caused by ten thousand needles poking into his body all the time.
If it were an ordinary demon, he would have died or collapsed under such torture.
However, the secondary abyss lord itself has powerful self-recovery and regeneration abilities, so it can maintain a delicate balance while enduring torture.
"I'm sorry, you no longer have such an opportunity. Maybe in the bottomless abyss, I can't successfully seal you who are favored by the will of the abyss for the time being. But in the material world, in this tower suppressed by powerful magical power,
I should still be able to give it a try."
After that, Zuo Si ignored the other party's look that he wanted to eat him alive and directly gave the order to the Mage Tower.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!
A dazzling white light beam shone directly from the top of the head, instantly making Mona Hill let out a painful and desperate cry.
To be continued...